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thxjoon · 8 months

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-pairing: namjoon x f. reader (oc)

-genre/warnings: arranged marriage, royalty but not really lol, mentions of cheating in the past, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, short story with a happy ending :)

Throughout the beginning of this arranged marriage both minseo and namjoon weren’t entirely interested. Doing their own thing, barely speaking to one another. But they had both agreed to complete their duties as one, so they went along with it.

Along the way they both had started to care for each other. Minseo took good care of namjoon, as a good wife should. Namjoon soon realized how much he depended on her. She made sure he was well fed, she’d ask about his day, she’d accompany him to all his important events, she made him happy.

He found himself looking forward to coming home to her each day. They started sleeping in the same bed, enjoying each other’s warmth. Now Almost two years into this marriage, they couldn’t be happier.

“Good morning, love” namjoon says kissing her neck as she had just woken up. Both still bare from the night before

“Good morning, dear” she says smiling, snuggling closer to him

Not soon after they heard a knock on his door “sir, im sorry to interrupt but we have a meeting starting soon.” Namjoon sighed getting out of bed. Their mornings usually always were the same.

“I have to go, I’ll be back for dinner.” He kisses his wife goodbye before putting on some clothes, leaving the room

Minseo spends her day accompanying namjoons mother. She was the one who suggested this arranged marriage. And she was so happy that it has been going well.

“when will I be getting my grand babies” his mother half joked

“They will come when the time is right” minseo answered feeling a bit embarrassed

Throughout the day they did some shopping for tonight’s supper with the family. Once the time finally came it was a nice evening with everyone. drinking and recalling old memories. Namjoon felt at peace with minseo by his side. He felt proud. He knew he’d do anything for her.

Once supper was over everyone headed back home.

“Your mother kept asking me when we’d be giving her grandchildren” minseo spoke as she got ready for bed

He chuckled “and what did you tell her”

“I said that they’d come when the time is right” minseo now getting into bed next to him

“Come here” he pulled her onto his lap “im surprised you aren’t pregnant yet given how many times we make love” he says looking up at her

“That’s the thing, how is it possible we aren’t pregnant yet. What if we can’t have Children” minseo voiced her concerns to him

“Dont say that, love, just as you said. When the times right. And even so, it wouldn’t change anything. You’re mine, forever” she smiled hugging him tightly

“I love you” she whispered

“I love you too, my love. Let’s get some rest”

The next morning minseo had woken up to an empty bed. Namjoon had an early meeting. His brother seokjin had been giving him a hard time. They were currently fighting over the land their father once had. Their father had left it to whoever was to be married first. Which was namjoon. But seokjin had found it unfair, he was the eldest son, the land should go to the first born. That’s how’s its always been.

This whole situation has caused a strain on their brotherly relationship. Seokjin was more than angry. He’d do anything for that land. Namjoon tried to compromise, offering other things that he had inherited, but seokjin had his heart set already.

After a long day at work namjoon had finally arrived home, missing dinner but he had eaten at work. Going into his bedroom seeing his wife already in bed catching up on her book.

“Thought I wouldn’t see you today” minseo spoke as she closed her book setting it on her night stand.

Namjoon let out a tired sigh “why is my brother so stubborn”

“You know seokjin, he can’t take no for an answer” minseo was also fed up with seokjin, she hated seeing namjoon so stressed “come to bed” she patted the spot next to her

Namjoon got out of his work clothes quickly changing into his night clothes, getting under the covers with his wife, Feeling her warmth, as they were now face to face

“You’re so beautiful” he spoke in a whisper causing her to smile, she kissed him. Feeling as though a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

Not breaking the kiss namjoon moves to now be hovering over her, setting between her legs causing her nightgown to ride up. Namjoon moved down to kiss her neck as her arms were around his neck. He started to grind his hardening cock against her slowly, causing her to spread her legs more, encouraging him.

Pushing up her nightgown exposing her stomach to feel her soft skin all the way up to her breasts. Her nipples hardening from the cold air after being exposed. He tosses her nightgown on the ground now giving attention to her breasts, sucking on them causing her to whimper biting her lip.

He got up momentarily to take off his night shorts leaving him fully exposed as well. Minseo watched as he got undressed, she couldn’t help but stare. Namjoon noticed smirking.

Settling between her legs spreading them wider as he took his cock in hand now rubbing his tip over her wetness loving the way her pussy is throbbing for his cock as he barely puts the tip in before slowly entering her, namjoon watches her expressions to make sure she’s okay.

Once he’s fully inside, he hovers over her again, With his hands by both sides of her head as he slowly pulls back feeling her tight walls trying to suck him back in

“Fuck-“ he lets out a pleasured sigh “you feel so good, my love” he whispers causing her to moan. Now moving faster she could feel every inch of him, clenching around him causing him to slow down moaning lowly

“Do it again please” he sounded desperate, it just all felt too good. And she did, she loved hearing him moan for her

His thrusts started speeding up, going deeper inside of her. “Joon fuck-“ minseo couldn’t hold back her moans feeling him hit her sweet spot “im close, please–”

“Gonna come inside this little pussy” he was close too, he began to rub on her clit just how she liked it bringing her over the edge, his name was the only thing she could say as she came undone. Feeling her pussy become impossibly tighter caused him to reach his end as well. Stilling as he came inside her with a deep moan.

Both trying to catch their breaths, minseo feeling like jelly as namjoon pulls out of her watching his seed begin to spill out of her. Pushing it back in with his fingers, minseo whimpering, she was still sensitive.

“Hopefully this time it will take” namjoon whispered but she heard it

“Cuddle me” minseo pouted as she reached out of namjoon, after he was finished cleaning her up he jumped in bed with her, laying his head on her bare chest as he wrapped around her waist. They both drifted off to sleep peacefully. Not knowing what the next day would bring them.

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Namjoon was called out of bed early for a work emergency. He rushed there just to find out that his brother seokjin had started construction on his land. In all honesty namjoon was tired of fighting with his brother. At this point he was gonna give up his land.

Calling minseo to let her know what was going on, she refused to let her husband give up his land just because his brother was being childish. She was going to go down there herself and talk to seokjin. Of course namjoon said that wasn’t necessary but she did anyway. He wasn’t going to let her go alone though.

“Good morning, seokjin” minseo tries to be polite to seokjin even throughout this whole mess

Seokjin chuckled, completely ignoring minseo looking straight at namjoon “can’t handle your own battles anymore you had to bring your wife down?”

“Excuse me but you’re the one who has been nothing but a pain for the both of us. We tried to be fair with you, you’re family seokjin, we don’t want a feud with you. And namjoon didn’t ask me to do anything but as his wife i felt the need to.”

“The only fucking reason he married you was to claim this land-“

“Enough-“ namjoon raised his voice at seokjin

“Even after you were married he was still messing around with his whore!”

Namjoon lunged at seokjin grabbing him by the collar throwing him to the ground

“I said enough.”

“What’s wrong brother? She should know the truth.” Seokjin spat out. minseo already knew it was true just by namjoons reaction. Feeling hurt she went back home without a trace

Namjoon looked up to find her already gone. Fuck. He thought

He left seokjin there immediately rushing home to find her. Except she were no where to be found. He’d been rushing around everywhere looking for her.

Exhausted he sat on their shared bed for a moment thinking of where she could possibly be when suddenly the door opened revealing his wife. He could tell she had been crying

Immediately going to hold her but she refused. “Is it true?” She already knew the answer but she wanted to hear him say it

“Minseo, please-“ he sounded desperate

“Just answer the question, please” she said with a shaky voice already beginning to cry again

“Yes, it is true. But please let me just explain to you-“

“No. I do not wish to hear your explanation. We’re done”

“We’re married minseo you can’t just leave me”

“you already broke the first rule of marriage, so what does it matter. Obviously this marriage means nothing to you”

“No, my love that’s not true. I swear it” namjoon felt himself tearing up, dropping to his knees in front of her. He didn’t wanna lose her. “You are my only love-“

She pulls away from him harshly. As if she is disgusted by him touching her “I shall sleep in my old room for now” she slams the door on her way out

Namjoon is an absolute mess. He wasn’t a crier. But he cried. And it didn’t stop for a while. He knew that he would do whatever it took to get minseo to forgive him. And that his brother was no longer his brother but now an enemy

Minseo felt as though she had lost a part of herself. Namjoon has been the only man she’s ever known. He was a good man. The only one she could trust. And yet she had been wrong.

Part 2 coming soon! Thank you for reading <3

This is my first time posting something so bare with me plz

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #seokjin fanfic #arranged marriage #bts smut #namjoon #royalty #bts cheating #happy ending #bts jin #namjoon fic recs #jungkook #bts suga #yoongi fanfic #bts #bts icons

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gotham-ruaidh · 10 months

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gotham enjoying ur shares after each new ep. that last scene when claire initiates sex but ends up emo breaks down instead .. what was it in the bk bc i didnt keep any except bk 9 :( would u share a bit when u have time xox

It was in A Breath of Snow and Ashes (chapter 98, "To Keep A Ghost At Bay"), but in a slightly different context.

It takes place in an inn in Wilmington, shortly after Tom sacrifices himself for Claire - and before Roger and Brianna and the children go back.

Claire similarly initiates intimacy with Jamie - and similarly pulls away. She is so torn, feels so guilty, for Tom's sacrifice to save her.

“Who is it that ye see, Claire?” he whispered. “Can ye tell me?”

“Frank,” I said, fast, before I could change my mind. “And Tom. And—and Malva.” My chest heaved, and I felt that I would never have air enough to breathe again.

“I could—all of a sudden, I could feel them all,” I blurted. “Touching me. Wanting to come in.” I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow, as though I could seal out everything.

Also keep in mind that this is still not too long after Claire's abduction and trauma at the hands of the Browns...so she's still processing that, too.

The scene plays out differently in that Jamie comforts Claire, helps soothe her and calm her down. Helps her mind find peace.

“Let them come, and grieve them, Claire,” he whispered. “And when they’ve gone, I’ll take ye home.”

I do have to say that I much prefer how this conversation played out in 07x02. For one thing, it takes place at Jamie and Claire's home - in their bedroom, their most intimate space. Claire is processing Tom's sacrifice, of course - but more importantly, coming to terms with the loss of her daughter and son-in-law and grandchildren.

Which gives Jamie the space to open up to her - having just seen William for the first time in many years - and share his own grief at losing the MacKenzie family, and so many others in his life.

He mentions Faith - which always makes my heart shatter.

He helps shoulder her grief by sharing his own grief. He honors Claire's vulnerability by trusting her with his own vulnerability. And he gives her the comfort that nobody else can.

I love A Breath of Snow and Ashes - but the series' interpretation is so much more powerful. Much more true to who these two people are, and their shared sorrows and joys.

#outlander #outlander 07x02 #a breath of snow and ashes #jamie and claire

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kckt88 · 5 months

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Mother and Father.

Summary:

Vaera and Aemond enter into parenthood.

Warning(s): Celebrations, Dragons hatching, Time Skips, Smut.

Word Count: 2115

Author Note: A companion piece to Wedding & Consummation/Arrival(s)/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/A Time for Grief/The Gullet & Harrenhal and the Rivers, but can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

The sound of the bells of Kings Landing ringing to celebrate the birth of Prince Aemon and Prince Rhaegar could be heard across Blackwater Bay. King Viserys had proclaimed that when his granddaughter had recovered from birthing her babes, there would be a grand celebration in honour of his great grandchildren.

“I still can’t believe their really ours” exclaimed Vaera as she gazed at her sons laying side by side on the bed.

“D-Do you think I’ll be a good father?” asked Aemond quietly.

“Of course, I do. You read to them, soothe them when they cry. You wake in the night to help me when they need feeding and you even help change their soiled cloths. Most things a lot of fathers don’t even try” said Vaera.

“I just want them to know that I love them and that no matter what I will always be there for them” replied Aemond.

Vaera knew that Aemond’s fears over being a father stemmed from Viserys and his lack of presence in his life. It broke Vaera’s heart, that her grandsire had allowed her grandmother to die for the son he desired but he willingly ignored the sons Alicent had given him.

“They will always know of your love” said Vaera.

“As will you Issa prūmia” whispered Aemond (My heart).

“Avy jorrāelan issa nēdenka gēlenka zaldrīzes” replied Vaera (I love you my fierce silver dragon).

“How do you even tell them apart?” asked Aegon.

“Well Aemon has straight silver hair and dark amethyst eyes and Rhaegar has curly silver hair and light amethyst eyes” replied Vaera.

“I will say that Aemon has a lot more hair than Rhaegar” said Helaena.

“I’ll say. I’ve never seen so much hair on a babe before” exclaimed Alicent as she cooed over Aemon.

“Can I hold Rhaegar?” asked Aegon cheerfully.

“You’re not drunk, are you?”

“No, I’m surprisingly sober. Threats of murder tend to do that” replied Aegon.

“Threats of what?-“ asked Alicent.

“Oh, I’m sure Aemond was only jesting” replied Aegon.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he begrudgingly passed Rhaegar to Aegon, who unsurprisingly had no idea how to properly hold a babe.

“Support his head” urged Aemond.

“I do have my own children you know” snarked Aegon.

“-And yet you have no idea how to properly hold a babe. I swear to the seven Aegon if you drop him, I will skin you alive” snapped Aemond.

“It’s funny isn’t it that both brothers managed to sire twins” mused Helaena brightly.

“The only thing we have in common I can assure you” muttered Aemond.

“Has your father seen the twins?” asked Alicent as she handed Aemon to Vaera.

“Yes. He came in earlier with grandsire” said Aemond.

“That must have been nice for him”.

“He didn’t stay long. Spent most of the time talking about Rhaenyra and what she was like as a babe” replied Aemond.

“Speaking of my mother has she responded to the invitation for Aemon and Rhaegar’s celebration?” asked Vaera hopefully.

“Not yet. But there’s still time” said Alicent.

Vaera didn’t respond, she just smiled slightly and returned her attention to the sleeping babe in her arms.

Aemond however noticed the single tear slip down his wife’s cheek, and he seethed with anger. How dare his bitch of a half-sister, treat his wife this way. No matter how much she tried to hide it, Aemond knew Vaera was deeply affected by her mother and Daemons treatment of her. The way she’d latched on to his own mother and Helaena when she first arrived at the Red Keep. She just wanted a family, but more importantly she just wanted to be loved. Aemond was determined to see his wife happy, and he would make sure that she knew he loved her every day for the rest of his life.

“Today we raise our cups to celebrate the birth of my great grandsons, Prince Aemon, and Prince Rhaegar. May they be happy, healthy, and live long and prosperous lives” said Viserys proudly as he raised his cup of wine.

“Prince Aemon and Prince Rhaegar” came a chorus of voices from around the throne room as those in attendance also raised their cups.

“I see Princess Rhaenyra hasn’t bothered to attend” said Alicent quietly.

“A decision she will no doubt come to regret in the future” replied Larys as he glanced at Vaera and Aemond.

“Is everything ok my love?” asked Aemond.

“I-I just hoped that my mother might attend” replied Vaera quietly.

“We could always visit your mother and take the twins on dragon back” suggested Aemond.

“No. She’s made it perfectly clear that neither me nor my sons rank high on her list of priorities. Besides, I have all the family I need right here in Kings Landing” said Vaera.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself. Now my sweet wife, let us rescue our sons before Aegon fouls them with his stench” said Aemond smirking.

Vaera giggled slightly and took Aemond’s hand as he led her towards Helaena, Daeron and Aegon.

“Good sister you look positively radiant” said Daeron smiling as he took hold of Aemon.

“Thank you. I’m glad you were given the time off from your duties in Old Town so you could be here. I know Aemond has missed you” replied Vaera.

“Hey, I’m here” quipped Aegon as he handed Rhaegar to Aemond.

“Yes, it’s a shame isn’t it” muttered Aemond.

“You know you’d miss me if I wasn’t here” retorted Aegon.

“Hm. I don’t know maybe you should try it and see” said Aemond.

“Your such an arse. Tell me good sister, how do you put up with him?” asked Aegon as he reached for a cup of wine.

“More wine I see. Why am I not surprised?” snapped Aemond.

“Oh, just piss off” snarled Aegon as he stormed out of the Throne Room.

“You know brother, you should be a little nicer to him. He is trying,” said Daeron.

“Yes, my patience” muttered Aemond as he gently rocked Rhaegar.

“Aemond” chided Vaera.

“Look, brother. I know you care about Aegon, but whilst you’ve been squiring in Old Town, I’ve been here dealing with his drunken escapades. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve had to trawl the streets of silk looking for him, or the times I’ve had to drag him back to the Keep before mother sees him” said Aemond.

“He’s still our brother” replied Daeron.

“I suppose I should go find him and make amends” muttered Aemond as he handed Rhaegar to Helaena who smiled brightly at receiving her nephew.

“I’ll come with you” said Daeron as he bowed respectfully to Helaena and Vaera then followed Aemond as he walked out of the Throne Room in search of Aegon.

Vaera giggled slightly as she listened to Aemon and Rhaegar gurgling away to themselves in their cot.

The twins were now eight moons old and growing rapidly every day. They had recently started babbling a lot more and Aemond had been overjoyed that their first word had been ‘Da-da’.

Both boys were the apple of their fathers eye, he spent every moment he could with them. He read to them, took them on walks around the Red Keep, and introduced them to Vhagar and Cannibal. The dragons had been thrilled with meeting the twins, Vhagar especially. The normally grumpy dragon cooed at the babes and Cannibal despite his fearsome reputation trilled with happiness. Even more so when Aemond and Vaera each took a babe and then took the sky with their dragons for the twins first flight.

Both boys were wide eyed with wonder as they soared through the clouds on dragon back. Alicent’s heart had been in her mouth the entire time she stood on her balcony and watched as Vhagar and Cannibal circled Kings Landing. A Targaryen’s bond with their dragon was something she would never quite understand, and as much as she tried to dissuade Aemond and Vaera from taking the twins on their first dragon flight, she knew she was wasting her breath.

Even though his dragon egg had never hatched, Aemond was certain that his children were born for the sky and not too long after their first flight, Aemon and Rhaegar were each gifted a dragon egg from Dreamfyre’s clutch that promptly hatched.

Brightfyre and Valaerys were welcomed with open arms and the hatching of two new dragons was celebrated. Especially when Vaera suspected that Cannibal was the father, as both hatchlings bore a striking resemblance to her ferocious boy and also the fact that her Cannibal seemed to tolerate their lingering closeness to him whenever Vaera brought them with her for a visit.

“I think your right about him being the father” mused Aemond as he watched Brightfyre and Valaerys clamber across Cannibals maw.

“Did Helaena indicate when Dreamfyre might have mated with Cannibal?”

“She thinks it might have been when Dreamfyre escaped from the pit” said Aemond.

“I hate that place. I don’t like the thought of the dragons being locked up” replied Vaera.

“Me either. But there’s not a lot we can do” said Aemond.

“I know it just makes me sad, that Brightfyre and Valaerys will soon be taken to the pit and locked up” muttered Vaera.

Cannibal seemed to take offence to what Vaera had said as he let out an earth-shattering roar.

“A sentiment he appears to share” exclaimed Aemond.

“Mayhaps we can see if Brightfyre and Valaerys can remain here with Cannibal and Vhagar, no doubt the two largest dragons in the world can keep them in check”.

“I’ll see what I can do” replied Aemond.

“Thank you” whispered Vaera as she wrapped her arms around Aemond’s neck and kissed him, her tongue sliding against his.

Vaera smiled as she entered her bed chambers and found Aemon and Rhaegar cuddled against Aemond in bed, all three of them fast asleep. Not having the heart to wake them, she gently slipped in the bed and snuggled closer to Aemon.

The boys were nearly two-name days old and already Aemon was so much like his father, as young as he was, he loved watching Aemond in the training yard and would insist on having his own wooden sword so he could join in. Vaera knew Aemond loved it, and even Ser Criston indulged Aemon’s desire to learn how to train with the sword. Rhaegar, however, was such a sweet boy who loved chasing after his cousins in the gardens and helping his aunt Helaena to find bugs.

“Vaera” muttered Aemond.

“Shh my love. Go back to sleep” whispered Vaera.

“Hm” replied Aemond as he reached across the bed, grasping for Vaera’s hand.

“Sweet dreams my loves” mumbled Vaera as she entwined her fingers with Aemond’s and closed her eyes.

The next morning after breakfast, the boys were spending time with Alicent and Helaena, so Vaera decided that she would try and tempt Aemond into skipping his morning training session with Criston.

“As much as I would love nothing more than to spend the morning in bed with you my sweet wife, I have training Ser Criston is waiting for me” said Aemond.

“Are you really sure you wouldn’t rather stay here with me” replied Vaera as she pulled at the ties of her robe, and letting it slip from her body, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath.

“M-My love-“ said Aemond his singular eye roving over his wife’s naked body.

“I wish to have my husband satisfy me” whispered Vaera as she sat back on the bed and began to run her hands over her breasts, and then slowly down towards her centre.

“Y-You dare tempt a Prince of the realm” exclaimed Aemond, his resolve wavering.

“I do my Prince. I want my husband to fuck me, I want his seed, I want him to give me another babe” replied Vaera.

“A-Another babe?”.

“Yes. I want to be round with your child again” said Vaera as she spread her legs, giving Aemond a glimpse of her slick wet folds.

Aemond didn’t need telling twice, he quickly rid himself of his clothing and knelt down beside the bed.

“My wife. My goddess. Let me worship you” muttered Aemond as he took hold of Vaera’s legs and pulling them over his shoulders.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #aemond fic

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all-risejd · 9 months

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A New Judgment Chapter 15: A Bunny, A Kendo stick and and Apology (Poly Judgement Day Fic)

Everyone is fluttering about their hotel room, making sure everything is packed to head out for their drive to the live show that night. Nessa is tossing things around and huffing when she can’t find what she is looking for.

“What are you looking for, Bunny?” Rhea asks, picking up the various pieces of clothing Nessa was tossing around and putting them back in her bag for her.

“I’m looking for my bra that I tossed to the side last night…” She admits, her cheeks turning pink from embarrassment, made even worse when the others start laughing.

“You mean this Mariposa?” Damian holds up the bra, eyeing it then Nessa, “You know you can go without it for a while, give us easier access in the car since it is a long ride and we could use some distractions.” Damian wiggles his eyebrows and smirks, Finn snatches the bra from his hand and gently hands it to Nessa, seeing her pout and hug herself.

“Oy no fucking in the car of any type while I am driving. It is only an hour and a half drive. A chroí, go ahead and change for the drive. Rhea will pack your bag back up.” Finn softly orders, gently pushing her towards the bathroom. Once the door closes he turns on Damian.

“Man, you have got to watch her physical cues when you tease. That is the problem you are having for Christ's sake.” Finn smacks Damian's chest whose smile falls off his face.

“Oh, yeah there is no escape in the car and she shit yeah I’ll watch that. Thank you for calling it out.” Damian realizes.

“Good, now I don’t think now is the right time to bring up what we discussed last night. Maybe I’ll gauge how she feels on Monday and explain then, yeah?” Finn puts out to the group.

“Yeah, that is a good plan. She is in a good mood from last night, even after talking to Mom…” Dominik approves, trailing off as his phone rings. He looks at the screen a mix of confused and scared.

“Who is it babe?” Damian asks, looking over Dominik’s shoulder and laughing seeing the name displayed.

“Well Mariposa did warn us that would happen. Go ahead and answer, we will finish packing.” Dominik sighs and prepares himself before answering.

“Hi mom.” He answers curtly as Nessa walks out and pauses seeing him on the phone. Rhea is sitting on the edge of one of the beds and pats the spot beside her. Nessa joins her on the bed, Rhea wrapping an arm around her waist. “No mom. We aren't ready for … because she just now forga… we are only 26…. WHAT… ok…” They all just wait and listen to Dominik try to talk to his mother. “Guys she wants me to put it on speaker ok.” He tells the group before hitting the button and everyone is able to hear Angie's voice.

“Ok so here is the deal. You are all now my children and any children you have regardless of who it is from are now officially my grandchildren. Two of you are well over the age of when you should have children and the other three are in your prime. SO I say this again when I am getting grandchildren?”

All five of them stand there stunned for a moment until Damian recovers first and takes the phone from Dominik. “Yo... nos encantaría darte nietos. El mayor número posible. Todavía estamos descubriendo y aprendiendo unos de otros. Danos tiempo, por favor. Te prometo que serás el primero en saberlo. Serás una abuela perfecta.” ( I... we would love to give you grandchildren. The greatest number possible. We are still discovering and learning from each other. Give us time, please. I promise you'll be the first to know. You will be a perfect grandmother.)

Nessa and Dominik don’t miss Damians slip at the beginning. Nessa leans against Rhea who whispers to her, “As many grandchildren as possible huh? Who do they expect to birth so many?” She jokes.

“Probably starting with me since it wouldn’t be too much of a loss for me to step aside in the company and eventually you but you have a great many years to go before you have to really think about that. I don’t know when I will be ready with you all but it won't be that far in the future.” Nessa admits, knowing Rhea won’t blow that out of proportion. Rhea only nods, smiling, feeling giddy at the trust that they already have together and the fact she is planning a future with them as a group. Finn joins them on the bed on Nessa’s other side, grabbing her hand. The three of them sit there and listen to Damian and Dominik talk to Angie on speaker.

“Well I don’t see why you have to wait, Nessa was ready before you did the unbelievably stupid thing you did Dom. Just talk to her. I know you want children. I could die before you make that decision and give me grandkids” Angie said.

“Are we sure she isn’t Jewish because my mom says the same stuff to me all the time?” Nessa jokes, Finn and Rhea struggling to not laugh.

“Because I am still earning her trust back and she and the others are learning to trust each other. Mom please we have to get going to make it to the show tonight can we finish this later?” Dominik begs and Damian snorts at the stupid question, knowing Angie is not going to let it go.

“No, I’m your mother and you haven't spoken to me in months except to yell at me for your little job. Nessa honey come talk some sense into your novio.” Angie calls out for Nessa who rolls her eyes and gets out of bed and crosses the room to where her other two boyfriends are standing and takes the phone from Dominik.

“Hi ma, I won’t talk sense into him because he is right. We would need to figure out a whole bunch of legalities before we do that but I promise you won’t be dead before then. Look, we just woke up and haven't eaten yet and have a bit of a drive to the next city. Can we call you tomorrow or Monday when we have a little bit of downtime before the next Raw?” Nessa expertly plays Angie.

“Oh why didn’t you say that? Boys go get the girls some food and you eat as well. Dominik, Fergal grab the bags, Damian escorts them down to the car. I’ll talk to you guys soon, love you mi hijos (my children).”

“Love you to Ma, bye.” Nessa hangs up the phone and hands it back to Dominik.

“That's how you get her off your back for a bit. Have you learned nothing from me?” Nessa shakes her head and grabs Damian’s outstretched hand. “Now do as Ma said we will meet you at the car after we go check out.” Nessa leads Damian to the door where Rhea was waiting, the door already opened. Damian grunts at Rhea having opened the door and stares her down which she returns, smirking cockily and grabs Nessa’s free hand and they walk out together, pulling a brooding Damian along.

Raw April 24 2023

Nessa is walking towards medical to help do the checkups on the superstars, Damian escorting her. Nessa’s hand on his elbow. She notices they are still getting wary looks but not as bad as before and the whispering is not as obvious. She smiles at the various superstars as they pass, not breaking her conversation with Damian.

“So about what you said the other day…” Nessa leads off and blushes, unable to hide it when Damian looks down at her with his eyebrows raised. Stopping and pulling her to the nearest corner wanting some semblance of privacy knowing what she is referencing.

“What about it, Mariposa?” Damian asks, his voice low and soft grabs her hands and kisses them, using his body to shield her from the view of others.

“You said I before correcting to we. We have only known each other for about a month and been together for maybe 3 of those weeks and you have already thought about children with me?” She shyly asks, stepping forward to bury her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso and taking a deep breath. The scent of his cologne calms her. He returns the embrace, wrapping one arm around her and using the other to run his fingers through her hair, the action having a calming effect on him.

“Of course I have. I want to have children before I am too old to really enjoy it and keep up with them. But I also said we need time to learn from each other and figure things out, so don’t worry about it, gatita.” He soothes not only her but himself.

“How much time Papi, just an estimate not an exact date. You already know Dom and I were trying before the whole thing happened. I’m not ready yet but I told Dems it won't be a long wait but I don’t want to pressure you guys.” Nessa admits, too nervous to look up to meet Damian’s gaze. Damian leans his head back looking down at her in awe, just floored at the trust she has in them and just how deep she is already in with them. He feels his chest tighten, moved by the sweetness and honesty. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before being able to answer.

“I can’t put a definite timeline on it, Mariposa, when it just feels right could be a few weeks, could be months or years. When we all feel ready for that responsibility. I know I am honored that you feel so comfortable with us that you have already considered it. Thank you for being so open with me about this.” Damian takes a deep breath, “Are you ok if I talk about this with the others?” Damian asks, his hand back on the back of her head holding her to his chest. She manages to nod. “Good, now let's go before we are late to medical. You have those checkups to help with.” Damian steps back and grabs her hand, placing it on his elbow and continuing to lead her towards medical.

They arrive there before too long, the line of superstars waiting out the door, some of the older ones waiving to the couple. At the front of the line by the door stand Jimmy and Jey who wave excitedly at her. Nessa waves back, having met them backstage a few times. She doesn’t miss the way they glance at Damian but she ignores it, knowing when she is doing the exams they are going to interrogate her. “I’ll be back, Hermosa, text me when you are done and I’ll meet you back here.” He gently pecks her lips, Nessa standing on her toes to make it easier on him.

“Ok Luis, I’ll see you soon.” Nessa blushes before rushing into the room to avoid the coos and kissy sounds from the superstars in line are making.

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“You ok there mama?” A voice comes from inside the room. Nessa looks around to see Roman perched on an exam table.

Nessa rests her hand on her chest and takes a few deep breaths. “Yeah, you just startled me, I thought Jimmy or Jey was first. Didn’t expect anyone to be in here except for Doctor Dave.” Nessa shakes out her hands and grabs her stethoscope out of her messenger bag and steps up to Roman. “What's going on Tribal Chief, you weren't scheduled for a checkup for another two weeks I just saw you on my first night in?” Nessa asks and notices a lack of Doctor Dave in the room.

“I need someone who can keep something secret. I’m worried about my Leukemia coming back. I have been more tired than usual and sometimes just feel… weak.” He admits, sighing, deflating at the weight of what he just admitted.

Nessa pauses while listening to his heart, unsure what to say. After only a few moments she attaches the blood pressure cuff to him and starts to measure it, making sure to not talk to him so she gets an accurate reading and makes a note on his chart. “Well Roman, your vitals are normal, blood pressure is good. Describe the weakness. Is it all over your body, one limb or is it how you felt before your last bout?” Nessa asks and he thinks for a moment.

“It’s like when I sleep it isn’t refreshing my body. The weakness is just like not wanting to move or having the energy. It isn’t fully like it before but similar enough to make me worry.”

“You know I don’t have a license to diagnose or even test. We don’t have those facilities here. We are here to make sure you are ok to perform. Is this weakness affecting you in the ring or when you train?” Nessa asks probing questions, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of him.

“No, not at all.” He shakes his head and Nessa sighs in half relief.

“Ok then, when was the last time you were home for more than a day? Before WrestleMania right?” She asks, a theory forming.

“Yeah, after the new year, and it really picked up around March because of the build-up to WrestleMania. But I’m used to the schedule, you know?” Roman tries to convince not only Nessa but himself.

Nessa leans forward and rests a hand on his knee. “Roman, you know if you don’t do it all the time you aren't used to it anymore, from my understanding you had more downtime before the new year to be with your family. Your body could very much not be used to the schedule anymore and is trying to force you to rest because of it. If you don’t make time for your health and I don’t mean eating right and working out I mean also rest and mental health too then your body will make time for it and I think that is what it is doing. You need some rest, and if you are truly scared make an appointment with your oncologist to have some tests done. When is your next checkup with them?” Nessa explains and asks at the end trying to soothe his anxieties. She is very aware of how much it messes with someone's brain.

“Uh it is right after Backlash next month.” He admits smiling sheepishly.

“Ok so that is two weeks away. That makes sense now. Roman I don’t think there is anything to worry about, go to your appointment and just keep me updated. But if you need to vent or want me to check out what I can in the scope of my license let me know ok?” She gets up and smiles at him and she sees the tension leave his body.

“You know that does make sense, thank you Nessa and I will. I do want to ask something personal if I could just because I am curious.” He slides off the table and steps to the side to give her room.

“Yes I am safe and happy, no they're not abusing me they are marks from sex.” Nessa just spits out what she has been repeating for days now, huffing in annoyance which turns to confusion when he just starts laughing.

“No, not that. I know they would never do that. You strike me as someone who enjoys things a little rougher when you can control it.” He wiggles his eyebrows “You clearly have a past from it, that Rey has told everyone and I am sorry that he did because that is not his story to tell, either of them. I just want to know if there was any other father figure after your mom left your dad?” He asks, while apologizing and informing her Rey has told everyone she has a history of abuse as a child and from a partner. He watches her expression drop. “Hey, it’s ok. Just know if any of them step out of line you have a whole locker room that will come to your defense. You are a ray of sunshine and are making an impact on people you haven't even met yet. Your loyalty and how hard you are working even now is demanding respect from almost everyone. Just know me and my family are in your corner for whatever you need whenever you need it. Our type needs to stick together.” Roman pats her shoulder before heading towards the door.

“Wait, what do you mean our type? I’m not Samoan I’m Jewish.” She calls out after him, confused and scratching her head as he laughs and Jey struts in and hops on the table. She sighs and goes into work mode,

“You couldn’t wait for me to disinfect the table?” She shakes her head and begins his exam.

“Hey Mama, how's it goin'?” He asks, kicking his legs back and forth like a little kid.

“It would go better if you would stay still so I can take your vitals, and you can answer what your lovely cousin meant by our type needs to stick together.” She instructs him as she continues the exam.

“Just that you work hard and care for this company and put your all into it. And that you have a lot in common with us.” He shrugs but she doesn’t believe him. She stares him down and crosses her arms.

“Do you want to be cleared to perform? Then tell me the truth.” She orders him and he laughs, calling her bluff.

“It is the truth. We see a lot of us in you. So much potential and talent and the work ethic to prove it.” She listens to him, believing him but feeling there is something he is leaving out but she lets it slide.

“You are good to go, send your brother in for my next interrogation.” She kicks him out and continues to go through the line of superstars, getting interrogated and reassuring them she is ok and the relationship is not abusive, and thanking them for their concern and just talking and getting to know them during their exams which would turn into therapy sessions for them. Nessa is relieved when the exams are over and she is able to text Damian to meet her back at medical, exhausted by the emotional labor she had to do for the previous few hours, but glad that she got to know them and see that they cared.

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Nessa is backstage leaning against Damian’s chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders holding her close. Rhea holds Dom the same way, all of them at Gorilla watching Finn have his segment with Cody, having hushed conversations between them. “It amazes me how good you guys are at this. I am so scared when I have to talk that I'll mess up or freeze up.” Nessa admits, her eyes glued to the screen as the two men talk back and forth.

“You do great, Mariposa.” Damian phrases, his lips close to her ears.

“Yeah, you see I mess up sometimes, you just have to keep going.” Dominik jumps in, Rhea sways them slightly back and forth.

“You mess up because you get in your head. I’ve told you that a million times babe.” Nessa turns herself and Damian slightly to face Dom and Rhea so he can see the look she is giving him.

“Oh don’t give me that look.” Dominik rolls his eyes only for Rhea to pinch his side.

“Don’t be rude to her, Dom Dom. Be a good boy.” Rhea orders, nibbling on his ear. Dominik shudders and mumbles an apology to Nessa who giggles as Damian turns to face her towards the monitor again as Finn starts to get out the ring and head to the back. Nessa begins bouncing up and down in Damian’s arms waiting for Finn to come backstage. Soon enough he flings back the curtain and smiles when he sees his partners waiting.

“You should be warming up right now Damo, come on let's go back to our locker room and get you warmed up.” Finn gestures towards the direction the locker rooms are in. Damian huffs and rolls his eyes, releasing his hold on Nessa and grabbing her hand as they head back to warm up before their next bit.

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In a hallway, Damian is sitting on a case, Nessa standing beside him and Finn standing on her other side and Dominik on Damian’s other side, all conversing and waiting for Cathy to come up for an interview before Damians match. Cathy walks up to them, a cameraman following behind, first focusing on Nessa grabbing Damian’s hand then panning out to have all of them in the shot.

“Excuse me, Damian?” Cathy starts, Dominik smirks and Damian stares at Cathy with an unreadable expression.

Finn starts looking around, “Woah woah woah woah woah, am I invisible, Nes am I invisible?” He asks tapping Nessa’s shoulder gently, she shakes her head and he continues, “Damian am I invisible?” He asks.

Damian kisses Nessa’s hand and lets go, standing up, “No Finn,” Damian answers.

Finn keeps going, “Dominik am I invisible?”

“I can see you.” Dominik answers, gesturing towards him.

“You gotta get ready anyway, so let us take care of this and go take it easy alright.” Damian suggests, squeezing Finn's shoulder, Nessa nodding in agreement. Finn agrees and smacks Damian's chest before walking away, sneering at Cathy. Damian turns his attention to Cathy and asks, “What’s up?” In a tone that clearly tells he is annoyed at the interruption.

“Damian, after choke-slamming Bad Bunny through an announcement two weeks ago, can I get your reaction knowing that Bad Bunny is here tonight in Chicago?” She asks, holding the microphone towards him for his answer, the camera zooming in on Damians face, who just looks bored.

Damian shrugs, “I think It’s awesome, Bad Bunny here to promote Backlash at Puerto Rico which he is hosting is great. I mean he’s a mega star. You know, Grammy award winner, the top streaming artist on spotify and dude he’s had success here in the WWE.” Damian turns towards Dominik who makes a face, Nessa rolls her eyes. Damian doesn’t stop talking he just continues saying, “Only when I’ve had his back, If he is looking to get involved in our business again and disrespect Mamita again, then he’ll just go through a table again. You don’t disrespect my woman.” He pulls Nessa to his chest, “You know I’m not shy about it, I’m a bad guy. But I don’t go to Coachella and jump on stage and grab the mic and interfere with his business. So if he is coming here to play games then I really look forward to seeing him tonight.” He begins to turn away from Cathy.

Dominik smiles and buts in, “And Bad Bunny can watch you take out my Deadbeat Dad.”

Damian chuckles at this and responds, “To be fair Dom, the whole world is going to see me exterminate Rey Mysterio.” Dom kisses his fingers and Nessa shivers at the timbre in Damian’s voice. Damian turns his head towards Cathy again, “Viva el dia de juicio.” He says smirking before leading Nessa away, Dominik following.

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Nessa is jumping up and down in the locker room trying to get ready to accompany Damian to the ring for his match against Rey. “Are you sure you are ready for this Bunny? Those hits fucking suck.” Rhea asks, worrying about her girlfriend who is clearly incredibly nervous.

“I don’t like it.” Damian growls, setting his water bottle down harshly.

“Look I know none of you like it, but it is good storytelling. It's only a hit or two and he promises to hold back as much as possible. I can do this.” She looks around the room to see all of them worrying for her.

“Stop worrying, you worrying makes me worry and that could get me or someone else hurt now let's go.” She holds out her hand for Damian to grab to lead them to gorilla, all of them following, to be there to support Finn for his match from backstage. They arrive at Gorilla to see Cody waiting and smiling. He steps towards them rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey uh, Nessa, I know we haven't really talked but my wife wants me to give you her number. She said if you need anything don’t hesitate to call her. It's not about the marks, I explained what was explained to us. I think she just wants someone to spy on me to make sure I’m not doing anything stupid.” He jokes handing her a paper, “I put my number on there too, we all need to stick together anyway. This new generation that is.” He catches himself.

Nessa takes the paper and slides it into her pocket. “Uh thanks I guess. I’ll save it, but no guarantee I’ll call or text either of you. You see how it looks right.” She explains and gives Cody a curious look. That is the second time that night someone brought up sticking together.

“Yeah, no, I get it, just think about it ok?” Cody asks as Finn's music starts and he makes his way down to the ring. Damian picks Nessa up and sets her on the nearby case so she can just relax and watch the match. Finally, Cody’s music starts and he makes his way down the ramp. Rhea covers Dominiks ears for the pyro and Damian hops on the case and pulls Nessa on his lap.

“You know I won’t admit it to him but his entrance song is catchy as shit and I don’t hate it.” Nessa admits out loud.

Damian scoffs in her ear, in contrast to Dominic vocalizing his agreement. “So now that it is pretty much just us minus Finn, what do you think people are meaning saying we have to stick together to me. First it was Roman, now Cody. Is there something I don’t know?” Nessa puts it out there for the group to discuss.

“I don’t know, maybe our generation of superstars?” Dominik guesses and Damian grunts in disagreement.

“No, Finn, Cody, Roman and I are sort of a different generation, we are older by a fair bit. Cody has been with the company for ages, longer than us for that fact. Honestly I don’t know. What he and Roman have in common is they are generational same as Dom. But you aren’t right?” Damian asks, resting his chin on Nessa’s shoulder.

“No, neither my Mom nor Dad. Dad was a pharmacist, so no. Unless Ma has some esplainin to do…” Nessa jokes, misquoting from I Love Lucy, making them laugh. They watch the match, Nessa in awe of how Finn moves in the ring, just disappointed knowing the outcome of this match was predetermined for Cody’s push.

“You guys deserve all the pushes as well. You have worked so hard and deserve it.” Nessa mutters to the group.

“I don’t disagree with you, but I think you are also a little biased Bunny.” Rhea teases Nessa, who sticks her tongue out before returning to pouting as Cody pins Finn ending the match. Finn slinks backstage while Cody celebrates. Nessa hops down off the case she is perched on and goes up to hug Finn.

“You did great out there, you looked great.” She praises, wanting to give him some positivity because she can feel his frustration. He pulls her tighter in the hug and kisses the side of her forehead.

“Thank you Luv, Listen when we get back to the hotel I want to talk to you. Is that ok? I promise it's not bad, I just have something to get off my chest.” He whispers in her ear. She nods and vocalizes her agreement before hopping back over to Damian who is warming up again. Even though the next promo is longer they opt to stay in the Gorilla area as Damian warms up again and helps Nessa to warm up. “Look Mariposa, I don’t like this. It is dangerous, I don’t want you to be hurt. I would like it if you didn’t do this but I won’t stop you.” Damian explains between stretches and Nessa appreciating his form and the way his muscles flex as he stretches. She is so engrossed in appreciating him she doesn’t hear what he says, making the others laugh and bring her back to the present.

“Sorry I was busy appreciating you, what was that?” She looks back up at him and bats her eyelashes. He just grunts in response and pulls her into a kiss, unable to stay annoyed at her. “I just don’t like what is about to happen after the match. If you want to back out just signal and we will maneuver you out of the way safely. Benito is not all on board with this either.”

“Well I am fine with it and it helps with the story. He may not be all on board but he agreed and that was the stipulation on my contract.” Nessa pops her neck and looks around. She notices Roman, Jey and Jimmy lurking about as well as some other superstars and Bad Bunny walking down the hallway toward them, a determined look on his face. Damian sees Nessa staring down the hallway and follows her gaze, his face lighting up seeing his friend.

“Benito!” he exclaims, stepping forward and pulling him into a hug, both of them rapidly speaking in Spanish so fast Nessa can’t fully keep up so she heads over to where Dominik, Rhea and Finn are lounging against various cases and speakers.

“Dom, baby I can’t quite get what they are saying they are going so fast.” Nessa pouts not liking not knowing, especially when she hears her name and children.

Dominik blushes and shakes his head.

“Come on Dom Dom tell her.” Rhea flicks his nose making it scrunch up.

“Fine, he basically said with you actually joining us, when is he going to have nieces and nephews running around to spoil. And that he is jealous you are young, hot and…” Dominik pauses, his face getting redder, clearly getting embarrassed at what he is translating.

“And I have big tits, yeah I caught that. Thank you Dom!” Nessa leans up and kisses his cheek and skips over to where they are.

“Hiya, Benito. Luis talks so highly of you. I’m glad to actually meet you in person and not over the phone.” Nessa holds out her hand for him to shake but is startled when he pulls her into a hug. She tenses up and he immediately releases her feeling that.

“Sorry, do you not do hugs?” He asks, his accent thick.

“She has a bit of a touch aversion, especially to people she isn’t close to. Sometimes she struggles with us.” Damian explains and pauses repeating in Spanish making Bunny nod in understanding.

“Lo Siento Mamita, sorry.” He apologizes in both spanish and english and Nessa laughs.

“It’s ok Benito you didn’t know, and you don't have to translate right away. I understand a lot of Spanish, I just can’t translate myself to speak it.” Nessa waves it off, not wanting to dwell on the uncomfortable feeling she is dealing with since they have to go out soon for their match and bit.

“So you understood what I was saying to Damian?” Benito asks, smirking and crossing his arms.

Nessa raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms. “Yes for the most part. Yes I know I have big tits and he is lucky, I count myself lucky to have found four of the most amazing partners, as for children, yes eventually, maybe soonish but not right now. Angie is already hounding us every day.” Nessa tries to shut him down but is unsuccessful.

“If it is money, Tio Benito can help with that, and babysitting, I’ll hire the nanny if you want. “ He smirks seeing her getting more frustrated.

“You Yenta, who told you anyway?” She narrows her eyes glancing between Damian and Bunny.

“Hey, It wasn’t me!” Damian holds up his hands and steps back.

“It was Angie, she called me, told me what I already knew about … this” He gestures to the group and continues “Though I didn’t know you became part of it sexually.” He phrases, his face screwing up unable to find the English word to describe what he wanted so he tries again. “In love? Tu Nojio’s y Novia.” He smiles triumphantly seeing her blush.

“Yes, well it has only been a few weeks and we are learning and getting to know each other.” She explains, stopping when Rey walks up, glancing worriedly to her as Damian and Bunny stand protectively in front of her as he makes his way to the curtain and his entrance music starts and he goes out. The atmosphere changed from fun to tense.

“You ok Conejita?” Bad Bunny asks, turning around and reaching out to touch her shoulder but catches himself and lowers it back down.

Damian grabs her hand and she answers, “Yea, I wish he didn’t have a problem with this and believed me when I say they are not abusing me.” They all nod in agreement.

Bad Bunny responds, “Many in our culture will have a problem with it, especially the elders in the culture. Just stick it out and handle it together.” He advises, Nessa smiling at the advice and how thick his accent is.

“Just say it in Spanish so you don’t struggle. If I don’t understand I’ll ask you to repeat it or the others to translate. I’m trying to re-learn, I promise.” Nessa looks up as Damians music starts and he begins to pull her gently to the curtain.

“I’ll see you out there, take it easy on me.” She asks, all smiles until they go through the curtain to the mixed reaction of the crowd. Nessa follows him down the ramp until the reach the bottom, Damian grabbing her hand and pulling her to his chest and leaning down, kissing her possessively, leaving her breathless as he pulls away and gets in the ring, Nessa walking along side mirroring Damian naturally, always staying on the same side Damian is on. Rey slowly backs away sneering at Damian as he takes off his jacket and hands it to Nessa through the ropes. It is barely in Nessa’s hands when the bell rings and Rey immediately attacks Damian, throwing punch after punch, clearly not pulling the punches.

Damian uses the ropes to have the Ref make Rey back off. Damian then throws a punch to Rey’s neck and kicks him down. Nessa notices even with the animosity Damian is taking care to not seriously hurt Rey and deep down she is grateful for it. Damian gets Rey down in the far corner of the ring and stomps on him repeatedly until the ref forces him back. Nessa cheers Damian on.

“You stay away from her and don’t interfere in our relationship again.” Damian points at Rey who stumbles toward the corner where Nessa is, once in the corner Damian stomps on him again before picking him up, and whipping him across the ring only for Rey to grab the ropes preventing Damian from doing his next move. Rey smacks Damian before sliding between his legs to get away. Nessa paces back and forth as they trade blows, with Rey eventually trying to use the top rope to gain leverage only for Damian to pick him up and slam him down on his knee. Damian stays kneeling for a moment, smiling widely at Nessa and winking at her. She blushes and hugs his jacket to her chest and she hears a fan cooing at her and cheering. Nessa’s attention is grabbed to the titantron when it shows Bad Bunny pulling up in an SUV and “entering” the arena. Rey took the opportunity to moonsault Damian who was standing on the second turnbuckle. Rey tries to pin Damian, but Damian kicks out at two.

Damian slowly gets to his feet only to be kicked by Rey who then goes to fling himself off the ropes back towards Damian who knocks Rey to the ground with an elbow, not holding back that time. The vein in Damian’s head bulges as he huffs and glares down at Rey, picking him up and leaning him against the ropes to smack him against the chest. The sound makes Nessa flinch, the camera capturing her reaction.

Rey is back on the ground and Damian starts taunting him saying, “What do you say Rey,” Before picking him up, walking him around the ring and throwing him out of it, Rey hits the floor hard, groaning in pain. Domain gets on the turnbuckles again, celebrating, showing his dominance. Nessa balances the jacket across her arm and applauds him. Rey climbs back in the ring after a few moments, Damian stays on the offensive, throwing him into the turnbuckles and ramming into him, causing Rey to fall to the ground again groaning in pain.

“The hero, the horrible father!” He yells out so the cameras can pick it up, pointing down to the man on the mat. Damian picks him up by the head and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle again, going to spear him but Rey moves out of the way making Damian slam his shoulder into the post between the ropes and rolls out of the ring clutching his shoulder. Nessa goes towards where he is pacing but stops when she sees Rey getting out of the ring. He moonsaults off the middle rope knocking Damian to the ground. Damian gets back up quickly and leans on the edge of the ring, Rey roughly pushing him back in and climbs on the top rope, landing a senton knocking Damian back to the mat. Rey’s dominance continues as he sets up for the 619, Damian gets back up and kicks Rey down as he runs to connect, knocking Rey down this time and Damian does an interesting pin that makes Nessa quirk her head to the side. She sighs in annoyance as Rey kicks out again.

“Come on babe end this.” Nessa calls out, slapping the apron of the ring. Damian nods his head, and gets up, pulling Rey up by his head again and tries to do the Razors Edge, only for Rey to wiggle out of his grip and kick the back of Damian’s knee. Rey uses the ropes to get airborne only for Damian to catch him, much to the delight of Nessa who jumps up and down giggling at the sheer power. If he can do that with Rey what could he do with her. Damian slams Rey down and pins him again. Both he and Nessa yell out in frustration when Rey kicks out again. Damian runs his hands through his hair in disbelief and slams his hand against the mat yelling out again.

Damian straddles Rey and begins punching his head, Nessa hides the concern she begins to feel, knowing Damian won’t truly hurt Rey. She may have her issues with him but she doesn’t want him hurt. She continues to cheer him on for the cameras and is grateful she walked around the corner because from that angle she can see he is still pulling his punches. Damian stops punching him and runs his fingers through his hair again and glances at Nessa. She knows that is the cue. She goes over to the ring announcer and grabs a chair and folds it up as Damian gets out of the ring. She hands it to him. He sets it on the apron and climbs up, only for Rey to drop kick him. Damian falls off the apron and stumbles over to the announce table. He sees Rey go for the chair and quickly gets back over there, grabbing Rey by the face and forcing his way back into the ring.

Damian tries to chokeslam Rey, who counters it and sets up for the 619 again. Nessa curses as he lands it. Rey gets on the top rope but Damian has already partially recovered, throwing the steel chair against Rey’s head making him fall to the mat. The ref has the bell rung for disqualification. Damian leans on the ropes for a moment before storming over to Rey and lands the South of Heaven, immediately getting up and dragging Rey to the edge of the ring and getting out. He goes over to the announce table and rips off the top and swipes everything off of it and turns to grab Rey. Nessa hands the jacket to a crew member behind the barricade as she hears Bad Bunny’s music start.

Damian quickly gets in the ring and Nessa joins him. She watches as Bunny struts down the ramp holding a kendo stick and Damian threatens him, stepping back in the ring inviting him in. Bunny gets in, chewing his gum almost obnoxiously and gripping the Kendo stick. Damian nods and Nessa steps in front of him as Bunny lunges forward and swings, hitting Nessa in the back with the kendo stick. She tenses up feeling the sharp pain and the feeling of it pinching her back. Damian gently tosses her to the side as Bunny swings again this time landing on his back and he hurries out of the ring, Bunny following him. Nessa gets out of the ring to follow, only for security to grab her and hold her back and start dragging her back up the ramp away from the fighting.

Nessa fights and squirms against the people holding her as she sees Bunny hit Damian in the legs knocking him back onto the announce table in pain and she yells out as Bunny hits him again, making Damian roll off the table gripping his back, “Damian!” She yells, clawing at the arms of the people holding her. Damian runs away as Bunny swings again, harder this time. Nessa reaches out for him and the people holding her let her go. Damian pulls her to his chest and they back up the ramp together, Damian clutching his back with his free hand as Bunny grabs a mic and stands back on the announce table.

“Hey Damian, I don’t know if you know, but, I’m not hosting Backlash anymore,” Bunny looks around, appraising the crowd and waiting for them to catch on.

Damian yells out his response, “Ok then go home!”

Bunny then continues, his other hand still gripping the kendo stick, “Now, I’m going to Puerto Rico to kick your ass, May 6th, Backlash, En mi casa Puerto Rico, Damian Priest, Bad Bunny in a street fight, but keep your little whore on a leash in the back so she doesn’t get hurt again.”

“Oh you want to be like that, I’ll kill you, I’m not the one Bunny, I’ll end your whole Career.” Damian yells, the vein in his head bulging again making Nessa worried for his blood pressure. Damian pulls Nessa back through the curtain.

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As soon as she is back behind the curtain Damian turns to check on her, “Mariposa are you alright, turn around let me see your back please?” Damian softly asks and orders, turning her and lifting her shirt to see specks of blood and welts where the stick hit her and pinched her skin. He hisses looking at her back and gently runs his fingers down it feeling the raised skin, but rips his hand away when he hears Nessa hiss in pain.

“Can I get an ice pack?” He hollers out and pulls down her shirt. Someone within moments tosses one to him. He tries to hand it to Nessa who shoves it back at him.

“You had a match and got hit many more times than me. You use it. I’ve had worse.” She waves off, forcing him to place it on his shoulder and continues. “Plus, I haven't earned the right to use an icepack, I’m not a wrestler, I haven't paid my dues.”

“Now I know you did not say you have had worse than that, Conejita. If so I would like a word with the person responsible. And dues paid or not Lo Siento I hit you too hard take the pack!” Bunny tries to order.

“No Benito, you did nothing wrong, we agreed to that and I am going to get cleaned up before we leave. I’ll be fine.” She waves him off.

“Come on Bunny let's go get you cleaned up. Then we can go back to the hotel room. I think Benito wants to talk to Luis anyway.” Rhea grabs Nessa’s hand and tugs her away from Damian and Bad Bunny and back towards the locker room. On the way, people were patting Nessa on the shoulder and praising her for taking the hit well.

They get back to the locker room and Rhea leads Nessa to a steel chair and instructs her to take off her shirt. Nessa looks around warily. “If you are uncomfortable Luv we can leave but those little cuts gotta get cleaned.” Finn offers, nodding his head.

“No it’s fine Finn, I'll still be in my bra it's no different than a swimsuit.” She swallows thickly and takes off her shirt and sits backward on the chair, exposing her back.

“Shit, he really did get you good.” Dominik grumbles, clearly upset with the mark on her back now he can see it more clearly. Finn echoing the sentiment. Rhea silently and gently applies the ointment where Nessa’s skin split from the hit. Dominik and Finn walk around to see Nessa, and their hearts break at Nessa’s expression. She is just sitting there like she is bored, like this is normal for her. She notices their expression and gives them a soft smile.

“Come on guys don’t look at me like that, I’m not a wounded puppy and this is a single hit. It really isn’t all that serious. It is part of the job.” Nessa tries to get them to stop staring at her like a wounded animal. Rhea finishes tending to Nessa’s back and kisses her shoulder, handing her one of her own shirts to put on.

“Come on Bunny, throw that on, then we can go get Luis and get out of here. I want to have as much time with you all before I have to leave for Smackdown and you guys for your live events and signings this week.

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Back at the hotel Nessa is lying on her stomach facing the tv, while Rhea is in the bathroom drawing a bath for Nessa. Dominik sits next to her feeding her a Twizzler and taking turns having a bite. Nessa chews her bite as she watches Finn pace around the room talking to Damian in hushed tones.

“Oye what are you fussin’ about?” Nessa calls out to the two men.

“Nothing to worry about A Chroì, I just… I would like to talk to you after your bath.” Finn asks, having stopped pacing. Rhea comes out of the bathroom, wiping her hands on a hand towel to dry them, tossing the towel to the side.

“You could join her in there, sit next to the tub and hand her snacks while you talk and she would just be in her underwear so she is comfortable.” Rhea offers, knowing Nessa is still uncomfortable with nudity but wanting her to have the privacy to talk so Finn can find the absolution he needs. Nessa looks between Finn and Rhea seeing them share a look and she makes a decision wanting some support.

“Will you join me in the tub Mami, I can’t reach my back well right now and need some help.” Nessa asks. It is clear to the room she doesn’t want to be alone, unsure in such an intimate setting. Rhea smiles wide and walks over to the bed and picks her up, carrying her to the bathroom bridal style. Rhea stops at the doorway and turns her head to look over her shoulder,

“Finn get the snacks and the bottle of wine and we will call you in when we are ready ok?” Finn nods his head and goes to Dominik’s bag pulling out a pack of gummy bears and heading towards the mini-fridge. Damian plops on the bed huffing and crossing his arms, Dominik climbing on his lap and wrapping his arms around Damian’s neck. Pecking his lips trying to distract him.

“Ok Finn you can come in!” Rhea's voice and Finn shuffles into the bathroom, his arms full of snacks and holding a bottle of wine, closing the door behind him with his foot.

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Finn hands the bottle of wine to Rhea who is sitting behind Nessa in the tub, the bubbles coming just above Rhea’s breast and to mid chest for Nessa. He sits down in front of the tub crossing his legs, the snacks drop into his lap, he organizes them quickly then he clears his throat nervously. Nessa holds out her hand and he places a packet of gummy bears in Nessa’s hand. She immediately opens the bag and pops a few in her mouth and places some in Rhea’s mouth when she places her chin on Nessa’s shoulder. Nessa then offers the bag out to Finn who only shakes his head and pushes her hand back and clears his throat again, focusing on the cold of the tile beneath his legs and grabs the edge of the tub with his hands, the rest of the snacks shifting on his lap, helping to ground him for what he needs to do.

“I uh… I owe you an apology Nessa.” Finn starts, swallowing thickly. Rhea silently holds out the bottle to Finn who takes it and takes a big swig before trying to hand it back.

“Put it on the ground for now Babe, we will ask if we want it ok?” Rhea orders softly as she runs her soapy hands up and down Nessa’s arms. Nessa just sits silently waiting for Finn to continue.

He watches her expression closely as he continues. “I was the most vocal when it came to the defense of your ex. I didn’t think he was capable of such… I would never associate… I am so sorry, maybe If I would have paid more attention I could have…” But he is cut off with Nessa splashing water on him, angling for his face and chest.

“NO.” She sternly tells him and sees his face fall even more so she continues, “You are a good man, don’t blame yourself for his actions. He hid them well. It was not your fault. You have nothing to apologize for. You have proven with your actions you don’t support people like that and intervene when you know it is happening and won’t willingly associate with someone like that. So please don’t ever fucking blame yourself.” She leans back against Rhea, wincing when the bruise on her back makes contact with Rhea’s body.

Finn’s eyes go wide for a moment, taking in her words and the easy acceptance she has for him. “Nes…” He starts, “My actions back then were of a man unworthy-” She goes to stop him but he shakes his head, “Of you, Demi, Luis, and Dom Dom. I am glad now that you all find me worthy.” He takes another drink of wine, and offers her another snack - this time Skittles, “So thank you, both.” He looks between Rhea and Nessa, confused as Rhea starts laughing. Nessa flicks water in Rhea’s face and shushes her, taking the bag of skittles from Finn and tearing it open, putting a handful in her mouth and crunching down making Rhea laugh harder.

“I am so confused?” Finn states, but it sounds like a question.

Rhea attempts to answer between her laughter, “She… She couldn’t have Skittles as a kid because they aren’t Kosher.” Finn leans up to try to grab

the Skittles from Nessa only for her to hold them out of his reach. “Take my skittles if you have a death wish, Finn. I don’t keep Kosher anymore.” Nessa muffles out through another mouthful of Skittles.

She sighs and leans her head against Rheas chest and changes gears, “Finn, I entered this relationship knowing you defended him. Dom would never be with or associate with someone he knows would do something like that so clearly you are a good person and are worthy and have always been worthy so please don’t go doubting your worth or how I feel for you. I feel as connected to you as the others and trust you just the same.”

Finn flushes, but takes her hand, full of Skittles and kisses her knuckles, “Thank you.” He then fishes Rhea’s hand out of the tub, and kisses her knuckles soapy and all, “Thank you, too, I guess.” Rhea rolls her eyes but winks at him.

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“Useless” and “Troubled” until the End: Epilogue

Sully Family x “Useless” Fourth Child Male Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the Battle of the SeaDragon with what happens to Y/N and his family.

Warning: Death of a character, resurrection, character receiving life changing damage, etc…

Note: Because I had people from both sides wanting Y/N to live and die. I chose to do this….I hope it satisfies everyone’s expectations.

Another note: Thank you for the continuous support on this story series. I never thought that many people would actually find it interesting or enjoyable to be completely honest.

— Y/N POV

Y/N: I-I l-love y-you a-all….

Everything went black as I closed my eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over me for a few minutes before I opened my eyes to see myself at sitting in a chair that was essentially some sort of beach lounger chair. I looked around me to see that everything was peaceful with no signs of war anywhere in sight. I saw many Metkayina and Otamikaya Na’vi playing with their children or siblings as couples also walked past with an aura of love emanating from their presence. I then heard someone speak to me from my left.

???: I knew you were a strong one, even when you were already down for the count. I couldn’t be more proud of you.

I looked to my left to see an older looking Na’vi sitting in a chair similar to me as he enjoyed the setting sun we could currently see wherever we are at. I, however felt something off about my neck and I reached for it to only realize that I didn’t have my grandfather’s necklace around my neck anymore. I looked at the older looking Na’vi to see he had on my necklace, just now realizing I was sitting with my grandfather, Eytukan. Grandfather turned to me.

(This is what he looks like in case you didn’t know.)

Y/N: I never expected to see you, Grandfather. Let alone be with Eywa right now.

Eytukan: I’m happy to meet one of my grandchildren. Even if I’m one with Eywa now. I’m very proud of you for everything that you have done, my grandson.

Y/N: I could not be more happier to hear than, Grandfather.

I got up from my chair as Grandfather did the same and he embraced me in a big hug. I then heard some footsteps come up near where me and Grandfather were hugging at when I heard a female and male voice from behind me.

??: I could not be more proud of my nephew as well.

?: I’m proud of you, Y/N. You proved yourself to be a true warrior.

I let go of Grandfather to turn around and I saw a young looking female Na’vi and a gruff looking Na’vi warrior.

Y/N: Thank you, but who are you two.

?? And ?: We’re your aunt and uncle.

??: I’m Sylwanin, your mother’s older sister.

?: Tsu’tey. Your aunt’s betrothed.

(This is Sylwanin)

(This is Tsu’tey)

Sylwanin: We saw everything that you’ve done. You couldn’t make any of us more proud for what you do, little warrior.

Tsu’tey: You proved that you are a true hunter and warrior. I could not be more honored than to tell you that, my boy.

Y/N: That means a lot to me to hear that from you, Auntie Syl. Thank your for your kind words, Uncle, Tsu’tey.

I hug them both when I hear my grandfather speak out in shock.

Eytukan: Never in all my days did I ever think I would meet a Sky-person who is one with Eywa.

???: The universe works in very strange ways. There’s no telling what will happen next.

I recognize the voice I hear immediately and turn around to see Uncle Tom once again as he comes up next to me on my right.

Y/N: Uncle Tom! You’re here!

I give him a big hug as well.

Eytukan: If I’ll be honest, Tom, I don’t think before today, I’ve ever meet a normal looking Sky-person.

Tom: Hey, there’s a first for everything.

????: That’s a big understatement right there.

I heard a voice that I had never heard or recognized so I turned to my left to see another normal looking sky-person coming towards the five of us. It was a redhead woman with a white lab coat on who I immediately recognized her to be Kiri’s biological mother, Grace Augustine.

Grace: I could not be happier with how far you’ve come on your journey, my young friend.

Grace looked at me as she smiled.

Grace: Both you and my daughter have proven yourselves to be one with Eywa. I hope you can try to continue that.

Y/N: But isn’t this the afterlife with Eywa?

Tom: It is, but it’s not your time yet.

Uncle Tom points me to where a vision can be seen. It’s my family and friends crying over my body as it lays there. Mom is crying her eyes out as she cradled my body, praying to Eywa to bring his son back. Dad is remaining silent as he lets his tears fall down his face, regret written all over his face as he thinks of the ways he failed me as my father, Kiri is over with Tsireya and Tuk as the three all cry at the sight of me dying. Neteyam and Lo’ak are just staring down at the ground, letting their own tears go as they silently think of how they didn’t try to help me a lot before they hugged each other. Spider just looked down at the ground in shame, blaming himself for my death for trusting his “father”. I feel myself tear up at the sight of this and I feel everyone hug me to comfort me as I hug them back, letting me own tears fall. I let all of them go and I hear my grandfather speak once more time.

Eytukan: My boy, it will be a painful and long journey to get back. It could take weeks to months for you to fully return to the land of the living, and you might not even make it back fully. There is also a chance that you might have irreversible damage done to your body and self. Are you prepared for the journey back?

Y/N: ……Yes…….I’m willing to take the risk.

Eytukan: Alright then. When you get back to the land if the living, tell my daughter that I miss her dearly.

Sylwanin: And tell her that her sister misses her as well.

Tom: Tell your father that I miss him.

Grace: Tell my daughter that I will always be watching over her.

Y/N: I will.

I give everyone one more hug before I start walking towards the vision. I feel more and more pain as I walk towards it before I feel everything around me fade and I’m left in darkness before I black out.

— back at the rocks with the Sullys —

— 3RD PERSON POV

Neytiri was cradling her youngest son’s body as she cried when she felt her son’s heartbeat and he started to let out very small ragged breaths. Neytiri let her son go and looked over him, noticing that his eyes didn’t open back up. She held him up worriedly as she looked to Jake who came over to her when he noticed Neytiri’s change in demeanor. Jake put two fingers to Y/N’s pulse spot on his neck and felt a faint heartbeat and small slow breathes. He knew his son was alive. Jake took Y/N from Neytiri and signaled for everyone to gather up and head back to shore. However, when Jake to bring Y/N to his Skimwing, she saw out of the corner of his eye that the fully white Skimwing that he knew was his son’s Skimwing popped up to the surface where Neteyam was scratching her muzzle while Bel’lia stared at Jake with curiosity about her rider. Jake brought Y/N’s body over to him and Bel’lia let out a sorrowful screech while Neteyam took Y/N from their father and gently placed his body onto Bel’lia as Bel’lia started to swim home with the comatose boy and his older brother on her.

— at a makeshift medical tent —

We currently see Y/N’s comatose body on a makeshift bed inside of a makeshift medical tent as Norm and Max checked him over. Ronal and Tonowari watched the two men work in silence as they feel sorry for their friends about the state the boy is in. Norm placed a respirator mask over Y/N’s face to help the kid breathe as he continued to check the boy’s vitals while Max started to preform emergency surgery on the boy to remove the three bullets that were still in Y/N’s body. Norm moved down to help his friend try to save the life of the boy. Jake and Neytiri only now come into the tent after getting the rest of the family to fall asleep as they watched the scene as Max pulled out the tools needed to remove the bullets from the boy. After a few hours of surgery, the procedure is complete and Y/N is all patched up, but he’ll have scars across his stomach from his surgery. Norm just about finished stitching up the poor boy as Max checked the boy’s vitals one more time. Both scientists finished with Y/N before they to everyone in the room.

Norm: We have both good news and bad news…

Max: The good news is that Y/N will survive his injuries. He’s a lucky kid considering one bullet was two inches away from hitting his heart and that another bullet was close to hitting his stomach.

Norm: But the bad news is that he’s in a comatose state and we don’t have any idea when he’ll wake up. There’s a chance he may not wake up at all. Also, we checked his vitals and there’s also a chance that if he does wake up, he could possibly end up blind from being in his coma.

Jake nodded silently at this while Neytiri looked at her son in worry that he wouldn’t wake up from his coma. Norm put his hand onto Neytiri’s shoulder.

Norm: The only thing we can do now is hope that he wakes up.

Neytiri nods at Norm. Norm and Max pack up their things before they leave the medical tent. Jake and Neytiri went to their son and they looked down at Y/N while he still had the respirator mask over his face with his eyes closed shut. His breathing was slow and steady as he laid on the metal bed.

Jake whispering: I’m sorry…

Neytiri: Please. Wake up, my son.

The two turn to Tonowari and Ronal who both look at Y/N with sorrowful faces.

Ronal: I’m sorry about what has happened to your son.

Tonowari: I want you both to know that you and your family are now officially Metkayinas. I’m proud to have you as clan members. I’m sorry about your son.

Jake: Thank you.

Norm and Max come back into the tent and speak to everyone.

Norm: If everyone is alright, it’s be best for you to get some sleep with how late it is right now. Max and I will watch over Y/N and let you know immediately if anything changes with him.

Joe: Thank you, Norm.

Neytiri: Thank you, Max.

Norm turns to the Chief and the Tshaìk.

Norm: Chief Tonowari. If it’s acceptable with you, my partner and I would like to stay to supervise Y/N’s condition . That way, we can make sure that Y/N is remaining alright and we can easily reach Jake and Neytiri in case things change.

Tonowari: I’ll allow it for as long as it is needed.

Ronal: I hope the boy gets better.

Ronal turns to Jake and Neytiri.

Ronal: I’m sorry for what I did when you first arrived from the jungles. I hope you can find the chance to forgive me for the disrespect I showed to your family.

Jake: It’s understandable for why you did it. It’s no problem.

Neytiri: I appreciate the apology. I’m just more worried about our son for the moment right now.

Norm: It’s best if everyone goes back home to get some sleep. There’s no reason to stay awake worrying about him when all we can do is let him wake up when he can.

— 3 months later —

We currently see Norm and Max taking notes on Y/N’s vitals when we see Kiri and Neteyam walk into the medical tent. The two went over to Y/N before they began telling him about the day and what happened, regardless of knowing that he probably couldn’t hear them. However; soon they saw Y/N move his hand for the first time in three months and they heard him groaning. Quickly, Neteyam ran out of the tent to find the entire family to notify them that Y/N was waking up from his coma while Kiri stayed behind to make her youngest brother was okay. Norm and Max quickly unplug Y/N from the medical equipment that he was hooked up to and took the respirator mask off of the hot when Y/N started taking very deep breaths of the salt air of the ocean in the late afternoon. Y/N finally opened his eyes, but there was a problem….

— Y/N POV

I finally felt myself in my body again as I slowly moved my hand, regaining control of my body. I let out a low groan as I started to take deep breaths to get air back into my lungs as I felt wires and a mask on my body when I started to get up. I soon felt the mask and wires being taken off of my body when I felt someone squeezing my hand. I opened my eyes, only to realize I could not see anything around me, but darkness around me. I am honestly a little freaked out at this, but I hear an unmistakable voice speak to me.

Kiri: Y/N! Thank Eywa that you’re alright.

I am immediately hugged by Kiri, but I worry as I can’t see anything at all. Kiri pulls away from me after hugging me.

Y/N: Kiri? Where are you? I can’t see anything.

Kiri: I’m right next to you, little brother.

I reach out to my right to feel nothing there and I sense Kiri tense up, realizing that something is significantly wrong.

Kiri: I’m to your left…..

I reach to my left and again I don’t feel anything. Kiri grabs my hand and brings it to where she said she was.

Kiri: Are you okay, Y/N?

Y/N: I’m honestly scared… I can’t see anything at all.

Norm: Hold on, Y/N. Let me check something.

— 3RD PERSON POV —

Norm grabs a tool that allows him to examine Y/N’s eyes. After a few minutes of examining his eyes, Norm knew that the boy was blind after seeing how his pupils reacted to the light. Just then, the rest of the Sully family walked into the medical tent when Norm finished his examination.

Norm: I was afraid of this…

Jake: Norm, what’s the situation?

Norm: It’s something to do with Y/N and I’m sure that none of you are going to like this.

The family preps themselves for whatever Norm has to say as Norm turns to them.

Norm: Sadly, Y/N has lost all usable vision in his eyes, causing him to go blind. I wish there was something we can do, but I don’t even know if this can be fixed to be honest.

Everyone looks horrified at the news that their son and brother has gone blind while Y/N slowly lets it sink in, accepting and coming to terms with his new condition.

Y/N: Well, what can I do now?

Norm: Well, you’ll need to have constant supervision due to your loss of sight. You will also need to adapt to being blind. I’m sure that your family will help.

Norm looks to the Sully clan and sees them quickly discuss something. He waits for them to finish and they turn back to him.

Jake: Is he okay to come home?

Norm: Yes, everything else is good to go with your boy.

Jake: I’m glad to hear that.

Neytiri: Y/N, come on, dear. Let’s get you home.

Neytiri goes to her son and helps him off the bed when Kiri and Lo’ak went to Y/N’s side and help him follow them back to their marui. Once Y/N was safely home at the marui, he was helped to sit down on the floor by Kiri and Neteyam and everyone in his family surrounded him.

Y.N: There’s something I want to tell you guys first before we do anything…

Jake: What is it?

Y/N: When my heart stopped, I was temporarily in the afterlife and I saw a few people up there. Mom, I saw Grandfather and Aunt Sylwanin. They miss you dearly. And they are watching over us. Dad, I saw Uncle Tom and he misses you too. Kiri, Grace told me that she is proud of how far you have come.

I could tell that everyone was shocked, even if I could not see the looks on their faces.

Jake: I’m glad you’re okay, though, Y/N. There’s so many things we should have done long ago.

Neytiri: We can not let you go on alone anymore, Y/N.

Kiri: Y/N. You’re not going through this by yourself. We’re all here for you.

Neteyam: We’re going to help you through this.

Lo’ak: We are all going to help you, bro.

Tuk: I’m here to help you, Y/N.

Y/N: Thank you.

My family all give me a big group hug and I smile widely, knowing that I’m not alone anymore and that I’m not going to be “Useless” or “Troubled” again.

The end.

And here’s for the people who wanted Y/N to die.

— 3RD PERSON POV, back at the rocks with the Sully family —

Y/N: I love you all…

Y/N closed his eyes with a feeling of peace as Jake takes his arms off of Y/N’s wounds and picks his son up in his arms. He feels his son’s pulse and feels the faint beat of Y/N’s heart and beckons Neytiri to help him hold their son. As Neytiri helps her mate hold their son and they hold him closely to their chests as they pray to Eywa for a miracle to happen. They soon feel Y/N’s heartbeat begin to slow even more before the beat fades entirely, signaling that Y/N has passed to the afterlife.

Neytiri: NOOO!! MY SON!!! MA Y/N!!

Neytiri bursts into tears and cries to Eywa for her son passing away while Jake just closes his eyes as he lets his tears fall down his face silently. Kiri, Tsireya, and Tuk were all in a group hug as they cried for the death of their brother and friend. Neteyam and Lo’ak just looked at each other before they then hugged each other and let their own tears fall. Spider did not know what to think, knowing his best friend is now gone by the hand of his “father”. After about five minutes, Jake composed himself and looked down to his now deceased son before he put his forehead against Y/N’s cold forehead. He pulls his head away after a minute before he silently picked up Y/N’s body and made his way to the water to make his way to his Skimwing when he sees Bel’lia poke her head up from the water and she makes a sad noise when she saw her rider’s body. Jake knew that Bel’lia would want one more moment with Y/N and signaled to Meytiri to take their son. Neytiri takes Y/N’s body from Jake and takes his body over to the white Skimwing before she sets the body down onto the rocks. Bel’lia puts her about against Y/N’s head and closes her eyes for a minute before she pulls away before gesturing to Neytiri to ride in her with Y/N’s body. Neytiri picks up Y/N’s body and settles his body onto Bel’lia’s back before she gets settled on her. Bel’lia then begins swimming back to the islands while Neytiri removes her son’s songcord and necklace from around his neck.

— 3RD PERSON POV, Y/N’s funeral at the Cove of the Ancestors —

Note: This was the song that originally played during Neteyam’s funeral in the movie so I thought it would fit here.

All of the Metkayina tribe was standing around as the Sully family along with Tsireya and Ao’nung brought their deceased loved one and friend on a small raft while Ronal and Tonowari recited an old and important message for a safe passage to the afterlife with Eywa. Kiri is trying her hardest not to cry as she looks at her youngest brother’s body while Spider squeezed her hand. She was the closest with Y/N for their shared live of nature and their connection to Eywa. Lo’ak and Neteyam look at their brother’s body in sadness, knowing they should have done more for their brother. Tuk looked at her big brother’s body and hugged his arm quietly. Neytiri was holding Y/N’s own songcord which now had seven beads around it and Y/N’s necklace that he received from Mo’at. The two new beads represent Y/N’s final greatest achievements in his last moments in life: Saving his sister and proving that he is truly one of the family, even if he was not aware of it. Neytiri began to sing Y/N’s songcord while Jake began to bring Y/N’s body towards the middle of the cove with his remaining children helping him move the small raft. Jake took his son’s body off the raft once they were in the middle of the cove and placed the body onto the surface of the water, allowing Y/N’s body to float on the surface. Tsireya then went over to her friend’s body before she placed a kiss onto Y/N’s cold lips, signifying the bond she hoped to have with him before he passed away. After Tsireya pulled away, Ao’nung placed Y/N’s knife onto his chest and brought both of Y/N’s arms to hold it against his chest before he nodded to the body of his now froemd, showing the respect that Y/N gained from Ao’nung for everything. From beating his ass to surviving the akula to saving his sister, Ao’nung had a great sense of respect for Y/N that he wished he could have shown him.

Y/N’s body then began to sink down into the water as everyone close by dove beneath the surface. Everyone watched in silence as Y/N’s body sunk down until he reached the base of the cove before his body was absorbed by the ocean floor. Everyone closed their eyes for a few moments to give Y/N their peace. Everyone except Jake and Neytiri swam back up to the surface while the two parents swam down to the Spirit Tree before they connected their queues to the Spirit Tree. Jake and Neytiri felt themselves be pulled out of their bodies and were transported to the realm where they can visit spirits. They look around them to see that they are at an open space with some sturmbeests drinking some water when they hear the noise of someone setting up something a bit away from them.

Jake and Neytiri looked up to where the noise was coming from and they saw their son laying prone on his stomach as he set up some sort of heavy bolt action rifle with a bipod stabilizing the barrel.

(The rifle in question)

Y/N was also currently wearing attire that looked very odd to both of his parents. He was dressed in a fully black tank top, camouflage shorts, and combat boots which make him look like a Sky-person. Y/N also looked much older than he was when he passed away, he looked to be like he just turned 21. Y/N finished setting up his rifle and got into position to where he was looking through his scope. He adjusted the rifle scope before he readied himself and slowly started to squeeze the trigger of his rifle. He fully pulled the trigger of the gun before the bullet he shot from his gun soared through the air until it met its mark in the side of one of the sturmbeests, hitting its heart: the giant herbivore immediately fell over dead before Y/N pulled away from his rifle scope and stared at his fresh kill. He turned to his left to see his parents looking at him in shock and smiled softly as he got up and made his way over to them. Once he reached them, he spoke.

Y/N: Hey Mom, hey Dad.

He is immediately pulled into a hug by his parents who hug him tightly and he returned the hug after a moment of catching his breath. He then feels some wet things hit his head so he looked up to see his parents were crying and their tears hit his head.

Y/N: Mom, Dad, come on, you don’t need to cry…

Neytiri: How can we not cry after seeing you when you passed away before our eyes?

Y/N: You need to be strong for the family. I’ll always be in your hearts.

Jake: I know, I know.

Y/N: I’ll always be here with you. Now, come on, let’s get to the sturmbeest I killed before it rots.

Y/N walks away from his parents as they begin to follow him to where his fresh kill is at. Y/N begins to carve the beast for meat using his knife and managed to cut enough for three plates for Jake, Neytiri, and himself. Once he finished, he went over to his camp setup not too far away from where he had setup his sniper position. Y/N sat down and began to cook the meat over a small fire that he had at his camp. Jake and Neytiri decided to sit down on a log that was near the fire as they waited until the meat was cooked thoroughly before Y/N passed them their plates of meat to them. The three began to eat the meat while Jake and Neytiri stole glances at their youngest son who looked so mature now. They were proud of the warrior their son became, even if this was just the afterlife.

Y/N: Mom, Dad, you can stop staring at me and just talk with me instead.

Jake and Neytiri looked up to see Y/N looking at them with his plate finished.

Jake: Why are you dressed like a human?

???: I can explain that.

??: I can explain that as well.

Jake and Neytiri turned to their left and saw Tom Sully and Grace Augustine in her human form walking up to the three as they sat down next to Y/N in some of the empty chairs that were at his camp setup. Y/N’s camp had a small setup of 6 chairs around it it with Y/N, Grace, and Tom sitting in three of them.

Jake: Tom?! Is that really you?!

Tom: It is, brother.

Tom and Jake both got up and embraced one another in a tight hug, happy to see each other’s twin brother after so many years. Grace then got up to embrace her friend that she also watched over for many years. Jake sat back down as Grace and Tom did the same.

Grace: We provided the clothes that Y/N is currently wearing. He decided to choose this for his afterlife as it shows the fruits of his labor through his self-taught skills with tools he knows to use.

Tom: He takes a lot after the both of you with his skill and his resourcefulness.

Neytiri: I’m proud of you, my son.

???: He has a lot for you both to be very proud of.

Jake and Neytiri hear a very familiar voice and saw it belonged to Neytiri’s father, Eytukan who was being followed by Tsu’tey and Sylwanin. The three Na’vi sat down in the remaining chairs around the for.

Neytiri: Father…

Neytiri got up and ran to her father, hugging him tightly as Sylwanin and Tsu’tey joined the group hug. Y/N smiled at the reunion between his mom and her family while Jake smiled silently. Neytiri pulled away from the group hug and sat back down on the log and everyone else sat back down in the remaining chairs.

Neytiri: Father. I’m so happy to se Eytukan again. I’m so happy to see you as well, Sister.

Eytukan: It’s very good to see you, my daughter. I’m proud of how far you have come with your family and efforts. Jake, you’ve done a great job with preserving your people.

Jake: Thank you.

Eytukan: But we have also come to talk about your boy.

Sylwanin: Your son has a long way with his journey. Even if you haven’t been there for him a lot.

Tsu’sey: You need to continue to watch out for the rest of your family. You can’t let what happened with Y/N happen to your other children.

Y/N: I do want to say something though.

Y/N got up from his chair and went over to the log where his parents were sitting and sat in between them before he grabs his mother’s left and and his father’s right hand.

Y/N: Mom, Dad. Even though you were not there for me a lot of the time throguhoit my life on Pandora. I still love you no matter what. The times I did get to spend with you, I hold each moment dearly in my heart. I love you both dearly and that I want you to know that I forgive you. Don’t blame yourselves for what has happened.

Y/N squeezed Jake and Neytiri’s hands before he let go, only to be pulled into a tight hug by his parents as they begin to cry, Y/N let his own tears silently fall as he felt everyone else joining in the group hug. After a few minutes everyone pulled away as Y/N stood back up and looked into his parents’s eyes.

Y/N: I’ll always be with you in your hearts and I will always be watching over the family. It’s time for you two to go. I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad.

Y/N gave them one more hug before Jake and Neytiri felt themselves be pulled back to the real world. Jake and Neytiri looked at each other in silence before they disconnected their queues from the Spirit Tree. They then swam up to the surface of the water and made their way to where their children are at.

Lo’ak: Mom, Dad, what was that about?

Jake: We saw your brother.

Neteyam: What happened?

Neytiri: He will always be watching over us no matter what happens and he will always be in our hearts.

The entirety of the Sully family all hug one another, happy to know that Y/N will always be with them as he watched over them. Vaguely off in the distance, we can see the ghostly presence of Y/N watching his family hug before he silently wiped a tear away from his eye, happy to know that he family will be stronger than ever.

The end.

Well, that’s the epilogue of my multi-part story. I’m happy with all the support my story has gotten so thank you to everyone that has left nice comments and likes on my works and I never expected to have people enjoy the story so much. I hope that this accommodated for both sides of the issue with Y/N’s end. I hope everyone did enjoy the epilogue as much I as I did writing it and I’ll admit, I did cry a little wheni I was thinking of the ideas for this. I currently do not have any ideas for what I want to write next so I’m hoping some people might leave some ideas in the comments. Thank you.

#atwow x reader #atwow x you #avatar imagine #avatar kiri #avatar the way of water #avatar x male reader #jake sully #neteyam #tuk sully #neytiri #atwow loak

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gulnarsultan · 7 months

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You know what I realised? I realised that Aerea Targaryen and Balerion The Black Dread would blame themselves for what happened to Immortal Modern Reader. If Aerea didn’t mountain Balerion and Balerion didn’t fly away to Valyria, then Immortal Modern Reader stayed alive. And imagine everyone’s shock to know that Immortal Modern Reader is gone. If Rhaena didn’t drown herself in her grief and depression (after her companions got poisoned by her husband Andrew Farman) she could’ve stopped Aerea. Immortal Modern Reader was very important to Rhaena, she supported Rhaena after she lost her husband Aegon the uncrowned and her brother Viserys, Reader was always protecting her daughters Aerea and Rhaella. Immortal Modern Reader didn’t allow Maegor to “touch” Rhaena. Maegor the Cruel was a King, that everyone was afraid, yet he can’t disobey his mother/stepmother.

One day Daenys Targaryen made a gift for Immortal Modern Reader. Daenys gifted Y/N the Red cloak. Since that day Immortal Modern Reader wore the Red cloak, always. Yandere Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters Visenya and Rhaenys enjoyed this: The sight of their beloved wife, wearing the Red cloak, holding a Valyrian sword means that she belongs to them, to their Targaryen House. Immortal Modern Reader got a nickname “Y/N The Red Cloak” from Targaryens. Immortal Modern Reader promised to Jaehaerys and Alysanne that she would return Balerion. She promised Rhaena she would return Aerea safe and sound .

So imagine Rhaena’s, Jaehaerys’s and Alysanne’s reactions to see Balerion with scares and crying Aerea, who was holding the Red Cloak. The same Red Cloak Immortal Modern Reader was wearing. The Red Cloak is almost torn to pieces, and its ends have darkened due to fire from Valyria. Aerea was crying and so did Balerion. That meant only one thing… she was gone… and she will never return.

My goodness, this is so sad.😞 Just imagine their reactions. Poor Balerion. He and Y/N were the only ones who saw Valyria before the doom. Y/N knew Balerion since he was a baby dragon and they had a strong connection. And Immortal Modern Reader is gone, sacrificing herself to save Balerion and Aerea and to defeat a creature that attacked them. Balerion saw how the creature was defeated in Smoking Sea and he wanted to see Immortal Modern Reader, but he didn’t see her and Aerea was calling out her name, but nothing happened, she didn’t appear. The only thing has left is ruined Red Cloak. Oh, Vhagar would definitely blame Balerion for what happened.

Vhagar furious and hurt: IT’S YOUR FAULT BALERION! IF YOU DIDN’T LEAVE Y/N WOULD HAVE STILL BE ALIVE AND NOW SHE’S GONE AND THAT’S YOUR FAULT!!!🤬🤬

Balerion: SHUT UP VHAGAR!!!🤬😡🥺😭

But to others the dragons roar and scream at each other.

And all this happened before Jaehaerys and Alysanne got children.

Bonus.

Baelon: Father, why Vhagar so sad? And Balerion as well?

Jaehaerys: Oh my son, they lost someone very important as well as we did. It’s sad that you and your siblings won’t meet her.

But there’s a good news: Immortal Modern Reader left a letter to Targaryens. She asked them not to blame Aerea and Balerion for what happened, not to blame themselves. She tells them how happy she was to meet them, how important they become and how much she loves them. The last words of her letter were: “Maybe I’ll be gone and never return, but my Legacy lives on and will live on. One day you’ll see them yourselves or maybe your grandchildren will. But until now live, continue your lives, enjoy the great moments of it. I’ll be watching you from above. Sincerely, Y/N L/N-Targaryen, your faithful loyal friend.” (Her descendants)🤫

So… yeah, your thoughts? Could you describe Yandere platonic Rhaena’s, Jaehaerys’s and Alysanne’s reactions to know that Y/N is gone and her ruined Red cloak is what has left from her? Also reactions to her last letter as well?

P.S.: sorry if it’s big and long 😓

It was a very emotional and wonderful scenario. One day they will meet again the descendants of their loyal friends. Vhagar will literally destroy Balerion. Rhaena will be devastated. She will isolate herself from everyone and start to go crazy. After losing her father and brothers and falling into the hands of Maegor, her only supporter and friend was the reader.

Jaehaerys and Alysanne will be very upset. After the loss of the father and brothers, their only support is the reader. The reader protected them from Maegor. Her biggest supporters and guides have been readers. Both will always remember your reader.

After reading the letter, their love and admiration for the reader will increase. The reader will be touched by how selfless you are. The letter will console them, even if only a little.

#yandere game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #house of targaryen #house targaryen #modern!reader

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sawyer-is-not-my-name · 9 months

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Requested: Jason Grace x Prince of Asgard Reader

requested by @writerofthewinds

I changed it up a little towards the end, but I hope you enjoy it!

“Wait- So you’re the prince of Asgard?” you nodded at your boyfriend Jason. You could tell he still had a bunch of questions, “look who I am, doesn’t change anything between us.” You gently grabbed his hand, offering him a soft smile. “Of course I’ll have to take you to Asgard someday soon.” His face paled as he looked at his Boyfriend, the idea of having to meet your godly family, a place a greek demigod like himself, definitely doesn’t belong. “It’ll be fine Jase.” He’s not to sure about that.

The day finally came, you both were in Asgard a few minutes away from him meeting your grandfather Odin. He had already met your mother a time or two before but he was still nervous.

These were people that not only held you with high regard, but you had the same respect and care for them. Despite his nerves, he still could help but be in awe of Asgard as a whole. It was gorgeous. The whole city had a glow to it, it reminded him of Mount Olympus, but almost bigger. He wondered if any of the Greek gods had been here before let alone another greek demigod.

You gently grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze before leading him to your grandfather. The god of death and war sitting right before Jason immensely intimidated him. “y/n who is this boy, you bring before me.” You looked towards your mother who was beside him who urged you to go on. “Grandfather, this is Jason, my boyfriend.”

Your grandfather looked upon Jason for a few minutes before deciding on what to say. “He is aware of what will happen if he hurts you, correct?” Jason looked towards you warily, at what the one eyed god had just said about him. you flashed him a quick smile before turning back to speak. “Yes he is, and Jason won’t hurt me. I’d be more worried about what his father would do to me.”

Odin gave you a look, “who’s his father?” Despite the wise god Already having a pretty good idea of who Jasons father was he wanted his grandchild, The Prince of Asgard, to be the one to confirm it. “Zeus, the Greek god of the sky.” Your grandfather dryly laughed.

“If he tried I’d send an army for him, well anyways I suppose this wouldn’t be of any trouble anyways, we have an agreement of sorts as it is.” You pondered about what the agreement could have been but decided things were going well enough that you didn’t want to know. “It was only a matter of time before one of our children or grandchildren mingled, suppose it was now or never.”

Jason was more confused than he was before, his dad had an agreement with the Norse god Odin. He didn’t have much time to ponder it before you were pulling him to meet other family members of his, who weren’t as interested in meeting him as you were of introducing him.

#jason grace x male reader #jason grace x m reader #male reader insert #pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo x male reader #riordanverse #fanfic #male reader #jason grace x m!reader #jason grace x male! reader #jason grace x reader

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nouies · 4 months

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Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

thanks to @allwaswell16 for tagging me! i enjoyed reading your answers a lot! 1. List of works published this year:

ready for a war

Devoted

fuck around, find out

seven, seven

the embers are new

bet on it

Harmony

Cold Spring

two languages, one love

could start a cult

must be love

don’t let the fire die

2. Work you are most proud of (and why): i’m proud of all of them for different reasons, this is very hard to choose. i’m going to say Harmony bc it was the first time i made a collab with an artist.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why): not necessarily a work but i’m not proud that i couldn’t meet my writing goals set for this year (writing a fic longer than 20k words, finishing a wip i’ve had for three years).

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing: from fuck around, find out

“Everything looks lovely but please, call me Louis. What was your inspiration for the menu, Chef Styles?” Louis asks, beaming. Harry lets out a laugh, refocusing his gaze to the dining area. “I’ll call you Louis if you call me Harry, can we agree on that?” Once he gets a nod of confirmation, he continues. “When Oli mentioned you wanted to retribute to the people working for the movie, and that you wanted it to feel personal, it immediately made me think of the time I arrived in New York. I was a youngster, with no family in the city and only a promise of a job that I wasn’t sure I was talented enough to fulfill,” Harry tells, remembering the nerve-wracking feeling of accepting the sous chef position when he was so young and with not much expertise. “Uh, an old lady by the name of Vittoria welcomed me to her house. She was like a second mother to me, sharing with me not only her home but her culture as well. She came to the States with her parents when she was just a toddler but grew up surrounded by the Italian community. We used to have gatherings every weekend with all her family—and I mean all the family, children, grandchildren, neighbors…I learned a lot from her, from all of them. And I used that as an inspiration for today. You’ll see three courses of my version of some of the food I had the pleasure to share with Vittoria and her family. Just wait until you try the tiramisù…it’s to die for,” he ends with a sigh. When he looks back at Louis, he notices something on his face. Fondness, maybe?

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received: i love getting comments, and there are so many that i keep in my heart that it’s hard to choose. i love especially the ones under my rare pair fics bc it’s when ppl usually tell me that they don’t read rare pairs but they gave it a chance bc of me. it means more than words can express when someone trusts you like that.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard: when i was ill around july and i kept changing and changing my blff prompt. i was very close to drop out bc i thought i wouldn’t make it. fortunately i did and i finished my second fic on time.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: writing Pedro Pascal surprised me a lot lol like i’ve obviously read Louis/Pedro fics before but i had never entertained the idea of writing one myself and it was a nice surprise. also, writing Louis/OMC wasn’t on my plans either but i welcomed it.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year: i personally don’t see any growth.

9. How do you hope to grow next year: i just hope to finish the ideas that i have. i don’t expect for them to be masterpieces, i just need them to be finished.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): definitely my friends, the ones that read pairings or tropes they don’t like only bc it’s me writing them, the ones that hype my fics even if they don’t know if the story is good yet, the ones that offer their help and their advice to help me improve.

thank you to Anitra @allwaswell16 for being so supportive all this year, for betaing my works and offering your advice, and for encouraging me to keep going.

thank you to Emma @alltheselights who always reads my fics and leaves gorgeous comments under them, your support means a lot to me.

there’s three fics that wouldn’t exist without Mar @sunbellylou so thank you so much, my love, for being an inspiration to write the filthiest things.

thank you to Kenny @luviebaybie for being the most supportive even when life gets busier and busier. thanks for taking the time to beta for me, i appreciate it a lot!

thank you to Andy @outropeace for inspiring me to write abt Louis and the bodyguard, and for teaching me how to write a smau.

thank you to @linhuine, @smittenwithlouis, @nooradeservedbetter, @lemelous, @punkpillowprincess, @voulezloux, @disgruntledkittenface, @tokyolou, for your constant support and your friendship.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: fortunately nothing bc i write romantic stories, no sad stories 🤭

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: joining fic fests is not only an opportunity for you to shine, it’s a chance to build community so pls support works from the other authors in the fest, that’s what a fest is about.

also, hide your stats from ao3. there’s a lot of freedom in not knowing if your fic has hits and kudos or if it doesn’t.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: YES! i’m only working on two projects and i’m so excited abt them. the first one it’s a collab between me and @lemelous so expect a lot of gorgeous art, and the second one is a Louis/SebStan wip i couldn’t finish this year.

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)@voulezloux, @nooradeservedbetter, @disgruntledkittenface if you haven’t done this already.

*All answers should be about works published in 2023

#my writing #fic talk

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padfootagain · 1 year

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The King and You (XVII)

Chapter XVII : The choice

Hi everyone!! Here we go with a new chapter for my Caspian series!! The end is close! Important choices are to be made in this chapter…

It’s quite angsty, but… you know me, it will be a happy ending, don’t worry 😊

Also, I’ve used something in this chapter that I’m stealing from the amazing K-Drama Crash Landing on You… if you haven’t seen it, you need to, cause it’s brilliant. The thing with the book is from the show (you’ll see what I mean when you read the chapter), I just loved this idea so much, it made me cry so much…

Also… sorry for the cliffhanger :D

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Caspian x reader

Warning: angst, I’m sorry for making you sad, I’ll make it better, I promise!

Summary: Somehow, Caspian stumbles out of Narnia and into your world. He’s utterly lost and has no idea how to get out of this world filled with scary toasters, strange carriages and a woman who literally knocks him off of his feet. But does he really want to find a way back?

Word count: 3556

Caspian could barely believe it.

After weeks looking for a way back to his world, he had finally found it. The passage between your world and his. The path to Narnia.

It was exactly as Lucy had once told him, a long, long time ago.

He shook his head, trying to realize what it meant. He guessed that this had to be the wardrobe that Digory Kirke had made, the very wardrobe the Pevensies had used to go to Narnia for their first journey there. He smiled. He was walking in their footsteps…

He had no idea for how long he remained standing there, staring at the leaves softly moving under the breeze.

No matter for how long he stayed there, it was enough for you to wonder what he could possibly be doing. You decided to get up and check on him after a while. So, you put away your book, got out of bed, walked out of your bedroom… and frowned hard when you spotted the pile of his disregarded dirty clothes on the floor, right before Agatha’s and Roger’s bedroom.

“Caspian?”

You walked closer to the other bedroom, until you could see him standing there in his pyjamas, right before a large wardrobe, of which he had opened both doors…

“Caspian?”

He jumped as you called him again, finally turning to you. It was only when you took a couple of steps towards him that you noticed something very strange about this wardrobe… it seemed to be glowing from the inside. When you took a closer look, you recognized branches that seemed to come out of the back of the wardrobe…

You looked up at Caspian, not sure to understand. Or rather, not willing to understand…

“I’ve found it,” he breathed. “This… this is the way to Narnia.”

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“To… to Narnia?”

He nodded.

“Look… can’t you see the trees?”

But you nodded. You could see the trees alright. You simply couldn’t believe they were there. And the wardrobe was set against a wall… there was nothing behind it…

“We should call Agatha and Roger,” Caspian went on.

“Does… so that means that…”

Slowly, Caspian nodded.

“It’s time for me to leave.”

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Agatha and Roger could barely believe their eyes as they stared at the branches. Agatha cried. A lot. It was bringing her closer to her family, to her mother. It took a while for Roger to finally calm her down.

Caspian offered her to go with him. She was a Pevensie, she would be treated like a queen. But she declined the generous offer.

“I have lived all my life in this world. My children are here, my grandchildren also. And thanks to you… Roger and I are closer again.”

She gave the gangster a tender smile, holding his hand in hers.

“No, my life is here. It will always be. My mother went to Narnia, but I was meant to remain in this world, not in yours.”

Caspian didn’t argue, and gave her a warm hug instead.

Agatha and Roger remained in the bedroom, making sure that the doors would stay open, while Caspian was getting ready to leave. It didn’t take him long to get ready though. When he came into your world, he was carrying nothing more than what he was wearing, a bag and his sword. He merely needed to get changed. When he came back from the bathroom, readjusting the hilt of his sword at his side, it was like seeing him for the first time all over again…

You closed the door of your bedroom behind him. You reckoned that you needed one last moment alone with him. Although… now that he was there, standing in his Narnian attire, looking like the King he was, with his brown coat and his leather boots and this sword at his side… you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to tell him. He was already halfway gone by now. When you looked at him, you didn’t see your Caspian. You saw the King. You saw the Narnian, before you could see the man.

He read it in your eyes. The way you hesitated, the way you looked at him as if you almost didn’t recognize him. He saw it in your eyes, and it broke his heart.

He realized it too, that he was already halfway gone…

“The last time you saw me like this… you knocked me out with one of your hairdryers.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, despite the tear that had already fallen down your cheek.

“Don’t tempt me, it’s in my suitcase,” you joked, making him laugh as well.

You nodded slowly, your jaw clenched trying to hold back your tears, and miserably failing.

“So… this is it. That’s the end.”

He nodded as well, giving you a sad smile.

“Yes. It’s time to say farewell.”

“I could come with you.”

But he shook his head, taking a step closer towards you to brush away the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“We both know that you have decided not to come. And that’s okay. It is the right thing for you to do. I am not worth it.”

You let out a sob, rushing into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… I can’t do it…”

“I know. I knew you would stay. I’ve advised you to stay. You are taking the right decision.”

“Why does it hurt so much then?”

“Sometimes… sometimes even the right thing to do is painful.”

You felt that he was crying as well. You felt his tears wetting your temple when he pressed his cheeks against your head.

“Please, don’t leave. You don’t have to leave,” you begged.

“I must. I must go.”

“I… I was still hoping that you were lying. That Narnia was never real… I hoped it wasn’t real…”

“I know you did. But it is real. And now, I need to go home. I must… I can’t abandon my people like this. I would not deserve your love if I acted so selfishly.”

“I want you to be selfish. I want you to drop everything and stay here with me. We could go back to New York. You could stay… you could stay…”

But he shook his head.

“I cannot stay. And you cannot leave. We were meant to meet though. I think… I think that is the reason why Aslan wanted me to come here… so I could meet you. It was the most wonderful gift he could have given me…”

You tightened your hold on him when you felt him pulling away.

“Please… Caspian…”

“I must go now… Y/N, my love… my darling… look at me…”

He gently held your face in his hands, thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks again. You yielded, pulling away just enough to get lost in his dark eyes… these dark brown eyes, almost black, that you would never see again…

“Everything will be fine. I will go home. I will get on with my life, guide my people the best I can, try to be happy, and I will always hold onto this.”

He took your medallion in his hand.

“You will protect me, even from another world. And I’ll cherish every moment we have shared. And I will never forget you. Meanwhile, you will stay here, and get on with your life, find a wonderful man who will make you happy like I never would have, because he will understand all these references you make about books and television…”

You couldn’t refrain a chuckle at that, despite your tears.

“And you will love him. You will live, and be happy. You will get over this. And with a bit of luck, you’ll keep only fond memories of me, and the pain will go away.”

“You didn’t say that it would go away for you,” you pointed out.

But Caspian didn’t have the strength to lie to you at this moment, so he didn’t answer. He merely pulled you into a tight embrace again.

“Farewell, my love. Please… be happy for me.”

“I will never forget about you, Caspian. I’ll always remember you. I love you.”

He tried to say it too. But he reckoned it would hurt more than to bite the words back.

You were disappointed when he didn’t say it. When he answered with tender words, and they meant the same thing… but they weren’t the real confession you hoped for.

And you knew you wouldn’t be able to leave with him. Not now that he had missed his chance to reassure you, to make sure that you knew how he felt. He had showed you a thousand times, he had showed you with every attention, every act of service and kindness, every kiss, every brush of your hands, he had showed you through the previous night…

But he didn’t say it out loud.

And you couldn’t leave everything behind if he couldn’t say how he felt out loud. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was crazy, but nothing made sense in your head anymore. Everything was a mess, your whole reality was turned upside-down. And the only words that could have guided your heart, he didn’t say them out loud.

He missed his chance…

“I will never forget you either. You will always be with me.”

You pulled away just enough to crush your lips together, lips moving in perfect sync in desperation…

… and this kiss tasted of salty tears and goodbyes.

You took a few more minutes to hold onto each other in silence, before Caspian finally broke your embrace, and opened the door. He wiped his tears away with his sleeve, and walked into the second bedroom.

He bid farewell to his friends, and more tears were shed. But eventually, they let him go. You stared at him as he walked towards the wardrobe, slow, careful steps. The light had not disappeared, the branches were still there, more leaves had been pushed into the bedroom. He stood there, on the threshold, for a moment.

“I will close the doors behind you,” Agatha reassured him.

“Thank you. For everything.”

He turned one last time towards you. You were crying again.

“Thank you. Thank you… thank you…”

He opened his mouth one last time, almost speaking the three words he felt, the three words he wanted to let out…

But if he did, it would only hurt you more. Besides, he had left it behind. Perhaps one day, you would find it, his hidden message. It was easier than to speak the words now…

“Goodbye, my love.”

Before you could reply, he walked into the wardrobe, pushed away the branches and walked out of sight.

He disappeared.

He was there, and a second later, he was gone.

You stared at the empty space. At the branches swaying in a light that had turned from golden to red. Agatha walked across the room while you remained frozen. Slowly, she closed the doors. She waited a few seconds, then opened them again…

… and the trees were gone.

No light, no branches, no wind. Only a smooth wooden surface. Unbearably normal. Without any magic.

And Caspian was gone.

You walked towards the piece of furniture, you walked pass Agatha until you had climbed inside. Slowly, your hand rose on its own accord, until your fingertips brushed the smooth, cold wood. You pressed your palm against the surface. You pushed harder. Harder. Like it would end up disappearing under your touch if you pushed hard enough, if you wanted it hard enough…

But the surface remained. The wood stayed smooth, regular, normal.

As if it had all been but a dream.

You hit the surface a first time. And then a second, and a third. Meanwhile you were sobbing.

You didn’t even notice you were calling his name…

Roger and Agatha pulled you away after a minute, you were crying so hard you couldn’t breathe. It was too hard. Too painful… why did it feel like this? How could you survive through such a pain?

“Bring him back… please, bring him back…”

All your strengths had left your body, you collapsed on the wooden floor. Your words were a mere whisper by now.

You didn’t know where he had disappeared. Was he safe? Where was he? Where was he…?

You didn’t know that Caspian had reached the woods, right next to the lamppost. You didn’t know he had walked a few minutes, until he reached it. Until he could hold onto the metal of the lamppost, hold onto it as tightly as he could. You didn’t know that he collapsed there, that he fell to his knees and couldn’t find the strength to get up again before the night had since long fallen onto the worlds, yours and his.

You didn’t know he cried so much he wondered how he could still be alive. How could he breathe with so much pain?

And he kept on repeating the same words. Sometimes, he called your name, the sound distorted by his sobs. But mostly, he kept on repeating the same words, over and over again. The same three words…

Too late…

“I love you. I love you. I love you…”

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You flew back to New York as quickly as you could. You fled, actually. You fled as fast as you could, fled the empty spot in this bed you had shared, fled his clothes neatly folded in your suitcase, fled the hole he had left everywhere. Everywhere you looked it felt like there was an empty space left. As if you left it on purpose. As if you scooted over every time, waiting for him to take his place next to you. But he was gone. It was too late. He would not come.

You could still feel his lips upon yours. His tender kisses. You could hear his laughter, and smell him on your clothes. You could picture his messy hair and his grin and his ragged breath that night, and the way his beard tickled your skin wherever he kissed you, everywhere… the way he whispered your name between shallow breaths…

You heaved a sigh, opening your eyes and focusing on the sight beyond the window of the plane. A sea of clouds. Like the one you had showed Caspian… he had been so amazed by it all…

It would pass. You kept on repeating that magic phrase to yourself as if it were the perfect solution. It would pass. The pain, the love you had for him, the hole he had left… it would pass.

Agatha offered you to stay with Roger and her that evening, after your plane landed, but you declined. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to freely cry all you wanted. So, you grabbed your suitcase, headed for a taxi, and went home.

You cried all night, ate nothing, didn’t sleep at all…

The next morning you decided that it was time to at least rest a little bit. You had collapsed on the floor, in the hallway, as soon as you had locked your door. You got up with the first rays of dawn, and dragged yourself into your sofa, covered yourself with a blanket, and cried some more.

You calmed down after a while, but couldn’t sleep. If the tears had stopped, the pain was still too vivid to let you rest. You stared blankly at nothing, your eyes travelling across your apartment without a purpose.

Until you spotted something strange on one of your shelves. Something… not unfamiliar but… bothering.

You stood up, your blanket falling at your feet. You walked to the shelf and realized what was amiss. Your books were not at their rightful place. Three of them were not where they should be. You reckoned that Caspian must have read them a little, and placed them back haphazardly. You were about to pull out the first book to put it back where it belonged when you noticed it. The way the first word of each title created a message.

And you realized then, that Caspian had not, in fact, randomly placed back your books on the shelf. On the contrary. He had placed them so their title would form a sentence. A message for you to find after he was gone. Because even before leaving for London, he knew he would leave. And he knew that you would stay. It was his last words to you, spoken from another world through these book covers.

They formed the words he couldn’t speak out loud. He wouldn’t have had the strength to let you go if he had.

Better write them down.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, your eyes filled with brand-new tears as you read the message over and over again.

I love you.

You ran your fingers along the covers, touching the words.

He loved you. You knew it, but then he had never said it and now…

You loved him so much.

And then it struck you.

What were you doing here?

You looked around at your apartment, your home, filled with objects you loved, filled with memories and you realized that… you didn’t want to be here. You thought about your friends, you thought about Cassie, about your ex and you realized that… you were ready to abandon it all. You were ready to leave it all behind to be with him.

By disappearing, Caspian had given you the final proof that he had not lied. That Narnia existed, that he was King there, that this other world was true. And now… now through this stupid trick of his, he was letting you know the last secret of his heart that you had felt, that you had guessed, but never heard. Until now…

What were you doing here?

You needed to leave… you should have left with him…

You took a couple of deep breaths, calming down. You needed to think.

You knew how to go to Narnia. You had found a way in this crazy wardrobe. You needed to go back, that was all. You needed to go to England…

Your suitcase was already packed, but you added your brushes, your paints, a few canvas, some books, including those Caspian had used to leave you his final message. You packed it all in your suitcase, not thinking about leaving for London, but about reaching Narnia.

You looked for your computer. You needed to buy tickets for the first plane towards London. Perhaps you could buy train tickets back to the cottage now too. Where was this laptop of yours? You could have sworn it was on your coffee table in the living room…

You went through the different rooms of your apartment, until you found it on your bed. You looked around, mind racing, thinking about things you should bring with you to Narnia. You realized that you had no dresses or clothes for the summer. But if you were to move there for good, you needed some… You grabbed the largest bag you owned and opened your wardrobe, ready to pack as many clothes as you could.

But you froze.

Your clothes were gone. Instead, there were branches of pine trees and oak bathed in the golden light of a sunrise.

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Caspian reached the castle a few hours before dawn.

Everyone there had been worried, but he quickly found out that he had disappeared for barely a day. He was relieved, all was fine. Nothing had happened to his Kingdom… his life could go on as it should have before this adventure of his.

But not everything was back to normal, and Reepicheep needed a mere hour to notice that something was off with the King. But when he asked about it, Caspian remained silent.

He tried to, but couldn’t sleep. So, instead, he summoned the members of his council who had accompanied him so far away from Cair Paravel. He had an announcement to make.

“I know that many of you wonder where I was yesterday,” Caspian told the lords gathered before him. “I will not talk about it. All you need to know, is that I have taken my decision concerning the treaty.”

A whisper crossed the room. About the treaty, but also about the King himself. He seemed exhausted. All could see the red in his eyes. He looked like he had been crying…

“I have taken a decision. I shall do what is best for Narnia. I will marry Lady Emilia.”

Exclamations of surprise echoed through the room. Several questions were asked, but Caspian was already on his feet, and all fell silent when he spoke again. His voice was firm, certain.

“You can warn her and her father. We will take two weeks to organize the wedding. In two weeks, I will marry her at Cair Paravel. You can all prepare for the journey home. After her father accepts our proposal and signs our agreements, we will go home.”

He walked out without answering any question, without giving more explanations. He walked out of the room and locked himself in the study.

He didn’t want the lords to see he was crying again, thinking about you…

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 7 months

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Encantober 2023 Day 3: Reunion

The Madrigal family just finished setting Casita up for a special party they were having that night. One of Alma’s old friends was coming back to the Encanto after she moved away when the triplets graduated from high school. Rosa Rodriguez was visiting to see Alma and the triplets and meet her grandkids for the first time. They were sending letters to each other since Rosa moved and Alma has not seen her since the triplets graduated. She never got the chance to come see any of the grandkids’ gift ceremonies; but now that she will be visiting the Encanto, they will finally meet her and tell her about their amazing gifts.

Once the entire Madrigal family came downstairs to welcome Rosa, they heard a knock on Casita’s door. Rosa must have got here earlier than she said she was going to be; the plane must have come early. Alma made her way to the door to answer it to see Rosa with her bags and they gave each other a hug with tears of joy. None of the grandkids saw their abuela get this emotional or happy before.

“How have you been, Alma? I’ve been waiting for today for what feels like forever!” Rosa said excitedly.

“So have I! I’ve been so busy with the grandkids and running the Encanto that I haven’t gotten the chance to write you a letter in a long time! But now here are my children all grown up, and here are my son-in-laws and grandchildren.”

The triplets made their way up to Rosa to give her a hug. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown! And now you have children of your own and they have grown so much too!” Rosa pointed out.

“Gracias, Rosa. I want you to meet my husband, Agustin, and my daughters, Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel,” Julita introduced.

“Hola, Rosa,” Agustin and the cool-colored sisters introduced, scattered.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Rosa. This is my husband, Felix, and my children, Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio,” Pepa introduced.

“Hola, Rosa. Alma has been talking a lot about you,” Felix said.

“We’re really excited to get to know you,” Dolores added.

“I’ve been excited to get to know all of you since Alma’s been writing to me about all of you since Isabela and Dolores were born.”

“I’ll put your bags in my room, Rosa. I have a bed set up for you in there,” Alma said as she grabbed Rosa’s suitcases.

“Gracias, Alma; do you know where I could put my coat?” Casita grabbed Rosa’s coat and put it on a hook near the front door, much to her surprise. “I completely forgot that Casita can help with everything. Gracias, Castia.”

“So do you want to come to the living room and sit for a bit? I’m sure you’re pretty tired from that jet lag,” Alma said.

“I would love to. Would all of you like to come sit with me so I could get to know you better and see how you’re doing?”

The family agreed and made their way to the living room. Alma let Rosa sit on the couch and she sat next to her. The rest of the family sat around the couch, surrounding Alma and Rosa to let them sit in the center.

“So, how has Sara been? We haven’t seen her or spoken to her since our graduation party and we want to know how she’s doing,” Julieta mentioned. Sara was Rosa’s only daughter, and was best friends with the triplets when they were children.

“She’s doing amazing. She has two children now, Lola and Sebastian, and they’re twenty and seventeen. Lola has been studying to become a social worker, so she’s going to be in school for quite a while. Sebastian is going to be starting his senior year of high school in the fall, so he’s been looking for schools for the year after.”

“Were you friends with Sara?” Antonio asked as he sat on his mother’s lap.

“She was one of our best friends when we were children. She came to our gift ceremony and every birthday party after that before they moved. When Juli and I started dating your papis, she was the first one we would gush about them to,” Pepa explained.

“I remember how when I was bullied regularly when we were teenagers, she was the first one besides Julieta, Pepa, Agustin, and Felix to give me as much comfort as possible when I would tell her. She was the sweetest person I met and I was really upset when she and Rosa announced they were moving,” Bruno added.

“He was more than upset. He cried for several days after they moved,” Juleita said.

Bruno blushed when she said that. “I just missed her a lot! You guys cried when Rosa announced the move too!”

“Yeah, but not as long as you have. Besides, we know you had a crush on Sara when we were teenagers,” Pepa added.

Bruno blushed harder and sank into the couch. “So? I haven’t thought about her in decades and I’m happy for her now. Isn’t that what matters?”

“It is what matters, but why would you want to hide from your nieces and nephews your childhood crushes?” Julieta asked.

“Because it’s embarrassing! I wouldn’t ask the kids about their crushes!”

“Bruno, I know you liked Sara and you clearly cared about her. She cared about you too, and she also liked you a lot. She was just too scared you wouldn’t reciprocate and didn’t tell me until after we moved,” Rosa explained.

Bruno rose back from the couch and sat up. “I’m going to be honest, something was telling me she liked me. I just didn’t ask her about it because I thought it would be weird. But she seems to be doing great now, so I’m happy for her.”

“I’m going to get dinner ready. You can talk for a little more until it’s ready,” Julieta said as she got up and made her way into the kitchen.

“Okay, mija; we’ll talk a little more until you’re ready,” said Alma.

“I will let you know when dinner’s ready, mama.”

Once dinner was ready, Rosa and the Madrigals set the table together and Julieta got dinner set up. Everyone sat down and served themselves Julieta’s Ajiaco. Once everyone served themselves, they continued their conversation and went on about the children’s gifts and how they have been doing.

“So you actually saved the miracle, Mirabel?” Rosa asked before taking a bite.

“I did; and I helped rebuild the house after it was destroyed,” Mirabel responded.

“That’s amazing! Let me tell you, Alma, all of your children and grandchildren have grown up to become such wonderful people. They’ve been helping this community so much, and I’m sure your youngest granddaughter is going to take your place as the guardian of the miracle with flying colors when she’s older.”

“Gracias, Rosa, now that they’ve gotten much older and all of us learned so much from each other, we have become so much happier since Mirabel saved the miracle.”

“And, Dolores, I heard you’re dating Senora Guzman’s grandson?”

“Si, Rosa; were you friends with the Guzmans too?” Dolores asked.

“I was; she, Alma, and I would spend our Saturday nights at the Cantina when we were younger. We would let our children sleep over here and Alma knew someone in town that babysat them.”

“I remember when we had those sleepovers together and Maria would be the one to buy the snacks and bring some games from her house for us to play,” said Bruno.

“Maria was the best babysitter ever! I remember when she graduated from high school and we all went to her graduation party when we were ten and she invited us to the cruise she went on for her college graduation when we were fourteen,” Pepa added.

“How has she been doing, by the way?” Rosa asked.

“We haven’t talked to her since she graduated from college, but she does seem to be doing well,” Alma replied.

“Hey, Bruno, since I know you mentioned that you had a crush on Sara. Have you ever had a date with her?” Luisa asked.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it a date, but I remember this one time when we were in high school we did go to the ice cream shop together, just the two of us. And by that, I mean your mamas set it up for us.”

“Do you remember how it went?” Antonio asked.

“All I remember was that we got to know each other a little bit better and we just had a great time. It didn’t lead to anything since we were too scared to say anything, but it was still fun. Julieta and Pepa were probably disappointed that it didn’t lead to anything.”

As Rosa and the Madrigals continued talking with each other during dinner, each family member continued bringing up fun stories and accomplishments that happened in their lives. After dinner was over, Rosa stayed in Alma’s room to continue catching up with each other, just the two of them. It was a reunion that neither of them would trade for the world.

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projectbluearcadia · 11 months

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It's OK, No One Died.

[ Obey Me! Season 1 Major Spoilers Reader Discretion Advised ]

Mammon: Lilith was alive!? When were ya plannin' on tellin' us that!?

Lucifer: I don't think now is the time...

Belphie: I want to hear more about this. Annelie was telling the truth? Lilith was really...

Belphie's voice starts to break.

Belphie: She really lived out a full life as a human?

Lucifer: ...yes, she did. She married a man she loved, had children, grew old and died with her grandchildren. It's not as if she would have remembered any of us, but... I can tell you that she was happy.

Beel starts to sob.

Belphie: Why didn’t you say anything?

Lucifer: We weren’t permitted to contact her. I thought... it would be easier.

Mammon grits his teeth but stays silent.

Satan: Hasn’t Lilith been dead for centuries?

Lucifer: ...

Satan: You do this every time! Every. Single. Time! With Belphie, with Annelie and now with Lilith?! Do you have any fucking idea how much that hurts?! How insulting that is?!

Asmo: Satan...

Diavolo: I hate to interrupt this... catharsis, but I still haven’t heard what happened here.

No one speaks.

Diavolo: I’d at least like a testimony.

Belphie: I got pissed off.

Lucifer: Belphie, you don’t—

Belphie: I got pissed off at someone talking bullshit about you. Tried to wave a cross at me saying I was the spawn of the devil or whatever when I confronted him, and I just snapped. Did I want to kill a few dozen humans, yeah. Was I planning on it, not really. I thought I’d just give them all a really scary dream. Annelie said her dreams were some of the worst things that happened to her when she was human, so I thought that would be more satisfying.

Diavolo: Do you mean to tell me that no one here is dead?

Belphie turns his head towards Satan, who is still fuming at Lucifer.

Belphie: What’s the body count, chief?

Satan: Fucking zero, but I want to make it one.

Belphie: Zero and counting.

Diavolo pauses for a very long moment, folding his arms.

Diavolo: Am I correct in assuming that you no longer hold the desire to kill humans?

Belphie: I have to say the urge is considerably dulled and still waning since my own sister became one and was perfectly happy being taken care of by them, so yeah.

Diavolo: Hmm...

Diavolo closes his eyes and furrows his brows.

Diavolo: I don’t think execution is a fitting punishment for you in that case. That being said, this incident needs to be closed up as much as possible before it reaches the Devildom, and Belphegor will be punished for a somewhat less severe crime.

Lucifer stares at Diavolo in surprise.

Lucifer: You’re... allowing this?

Diavolo: As much as you have to answer for... you’re a very dear friend, Lucifer. My duty to the Devildom may come first, but it isn’t that I want to hurt you. I know that executing your little brother would destroy you.

Lucifer: ...so would killing Annelie.

Diavolo: Come to think of it, she really was lying about the entire thing, wasn’t she?

Lucifer: ...

Diavolo: ...I’ll call Barbatos.

Everyone watches as Diavolo gets out his D.D.D. and listens to the sound of the dial tone before Barbatos picks up.

Barbatos: I suppose the fact that you’re calling me means that you figured out Ms. Glasgow was lying?

Diavolo groans.

Diavolo: Not you too, Barbatos.

Barbatos: I did not see fit to interrupt you.

Diavolo: Well, I assume that means when I said “get her out of my sight”, you didn’t kill her.

Barbatos: I didn’t, however...

Diavolo: ...?

Barbatos: I came to bring her something to soothe her nerves because it seemed as if she was on the brink of psychosis in her intense agitation, but when I arrived a few seconds ago, all I found was a broken cuff, the pile of covers she heaved on top of her head, and what appears to be some of her blood on the floor.

Lucifer: ...

Diavolo: So we lost her?

Barbatos: I lost her, yes. My apologies. In case you return before I find her, please do be careful. I think the poor girl is reliving something frightening.

Levi: Out of one crisis and right into the next...

Lucifer: It won’t be a crisis if I have anything to say about it.

#barb and luci who will win #place your bets #brother bonding #obey me lucifer #even more angst #shameless #self indulgence #fanfiction #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me angst #LuciAnne

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potionsprefect · 1 year

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The Truth

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Ethan comes clean to Luke and Lily

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Angst, Fluff

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I am. It’s time they knew.” Ethan replied.

“If you need more time, we can wait, plan ahead as to what we’re going to say.” Victoria rested her hand on top of his.

“The longer I wait, the more nervous I become. It’s time we told them.” Ethan said.

“Right. They’re upstairs doing their homework. I’ll go get them.” Victoria stood up from the kitchen table and headed up the stairs.

Today was the day that Ethan was going to tell Luke and Lily the truth about Louise. He has been wanting to tell them for a while, but always stopped short. They were too young at times, they wouldn’t be able to understand what had happened. But now, Ethan and Victoria felt they were old enough and today felt right.

“Mommy said you wanted to talk to us.” Luke said as he and Lily sat down at the kitchen table.

“I did.” Ethan replied.

“Are we in trouble?” Lily asked.

“No sweetheart. There’s something important that I need to tell you.” Ethan steadied himself. “You know Nanny?”

“Which side?”

“My side. Nanny Louise.”

“Yeah.”

“When I was a kid, she made a decision to leave. So she was absent for a lot of my life and I didn’t see her for a very long time. But then one day, when I was an adult, she came back into my life.” Ethan explained.

Luke and Lily looked confused. “But why did she leave?” Lily said.

“She wasn’t happy.” Ethan replied.

“And where did she go? Was it somewhere happy?” Luke said.

Ethan didn’t know how to answer that. He looked to Victoria.

“Nanny has never really told us what happened. But when she came back into Daddy’s life she wasn’t very well. She needed to get better.” Victoria explained.

“And she did?” Luke said.

“She did. She wanted to be in Daddy’s life.”

“How long was she away for?” Lily said.

“Over twenty years. It was very tough, particularly for Grandad and I.” Ethan replied.

“How old were you?”

“I was eleven.”

“But that’s the same age as us!” Luke said.

“I know. That’s why Mommy and I felt that now was the right time to tell you.” Ethan said.

Lily turned to Victoria. “Does Nanny know that we know?”

“She does. And she is okay with that. But just remember that she loves you both very much. She is in a much better place now.” Victoria smiled.

“Did Nanny and Grandad get back together when she came back?” Luke said.

“They didn’t. But they do things together with the two of you because you are their grandchildren.” Ethan said.

“Did Nanny miss out on a lot of things?”

“She did. It was very tough knowing that for certain events she wasn’t there.”

“I don’t like her for doing that to you.” Luke folded his arms. Lily nodded in agreement.

“I understand you’re both confused and upset. I was too, and even more so when she came back into my life. But overtime, I understood that holding on to the hurt and anger was only causing me more pain.” Ethan said.

“But that sounds so difficult.” Lily said.

“It was. It took a long time. But remember what Mommy said, she loves you both and wouldn’t want to hurt you in anyway.” Ethan replied.

“But she hurt you! And that hurts us knowing about it.” Luke said.

“I know it does. And it’s okay. It’s a lot to take in.” Ethan said.

Luke and Lily got up out of their chairs and flung their arms around Ethan, burying their heads into his shoulders.

“Hey it’s okay. You don’t need to get upset.” Ethan wrapped his arms around his children.

“We’ll never leave you Daddy.” Lily said.

“Just like how I will never leave you.” Ethan smiled.

“Nanny doesn’t think about leaving now does she?” Luke asked as he pulled back to look at Ethan.

Victoria rubbed a gentle hand against Luke’s back. “She doesn’t sweetheart. She made a mistake all those years ago, she isn’t going to do it again.”

“Do you promise?” Luke turned to Victoria.

“I promise.” Victoria smiled.

Luke and Lily nodded. “Can we do something today?”

“You have some homework to finish.” Victoria raised an eyebrow.

“But homework is so boring!” Lily huffed.

“If you want to be as smart as Mommy and I, you need to finish your homework. We can do something once you’re finished.” Ethan chuckled.

Luke and Lily looked at each other before nodding. “We can do that.”

“Good. And the quicker you do, the quicker we can do something else.” Ethan said.

The twins rushed up the stairs, their footsteps echoing around the house.

“Well that went as good as it could’ve.” Victoria said.

“I knew it would be a lot for them to take in. But they deserved to know the truth.” Ethan sighed.

“They know now. And just remember how much they love you, just like I do.” Victoria said as she sat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re amazing, you know that.” Ethan smiled.

“I know, but I don’t mind hearing it a few times.” Victoria laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to Ethan’s lips.

Ethan’s let the moment linger before pulling away. “Luckily we’ve had plenty of opportunities over the years.”

“Indeed.” Victoria smiled. “Let’s go help them with their homework.” She stood up and took ahold of his hand.

Ethan let her lead him up the stairs, squeezing her hand with every step. Telling Luke and Lily about his past was difficult but something he needed to do. He wasn’t sure where he could begin, there were lots of things that he wasn’t sure they would understand. And he was certain that they would have lots of questions.

But with his wife by his side, he got through it. A dark chapter in his past was out in the open even more now. But he wasn’t afraid of it. Instead he could talk about it with his head held high.

And with his family by his side, he knew he wasn’t alone. Truthfully, he never really was. He knew he always had their support and love.

To Ethan, that was the greatest thing in the word.

I made myself sad writing this, and then I made myself happy by writing comfort lol

Hope you enjoyed this!

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sammy-witha-c · 2 years

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tbh i’ll admit i’ve been putting off my relisten of dndads season 1 because i’m at henry’s arc and i vaguely remembered it being a bit slow even though i remember enjoying it a lot and. i am SO upset i put it off i’ve binged it all in one night and i have THOUGHTS LIKE...

GOD. henry’s character arc is so fucking good like. he came from this toxic, emotionally-abusive place, where over time it became more obvious to him that he didn’t belong. his dad was never proud. he was bullied regularly and then told HE was the problem. his mom, which he clearly loves very, very much, pulled away from him probably from a mixture of the abuse she herself was facing and the fact that henry reminded her of how messed up it all was too. she tried to KILL HIS DAD. which was justified but GOD it must have fucked with henry’s head like. there is something so painful about being raised in a toxic environment and then having the feeling that nothing changes even though you know it deeply should and dungeons and daddies nails it on the fucking head.

so he finds this broken mirror, right? maybe he knows its purpose. maybe he doesn’t. maybe he wants to escape. maybe he just wants to make his dad proud. but he fixes it, eventually, because he’s smart, and then suddenly he doesn’t remember anything from before and he’s in this whole new fucking world.

god. henry loves nature. henry loves earth. henry grew up surrounded by trees that were all the same and people who were all unfair and suddenly he was surrounded by so much beautiful diversity... he’s treated with love. the only thing he really remembers is he had a fight with his dad and they never talked again which is so??? he forgot everything except that his dad was bad news and that hurts me so much. he wants to know about his past but he also doesn’t. it’s so painful. i have the hc that henry didn’t forget for any magic reason, it was just him repressing his trauma. and it makes me so SAD man.

and then his boys- the light of his life- are born. he loves them. he loves them so much it hurts. and they love him too, he thinks, and henry doesn’t know what the hell to do with that. his mom loved him but hated him at the same time. his dad was never proud, always saying henry was to blame. but now he’s got these two beutiful kids who he loves so fucking much and he’s so scared of screwing up. he’s so scared.

henry comes back to the forgotten realms and he can do magic. he doesn’t know why but he can. henry find out his dad brought him here and he’s suddenly faced with repressed trauma he doesn’t want to remember. he loves his boys. he loves his wife. he needs to go home. he heads to oakvale.

can you imagine how painful that must’ve been??? for him to visit this place where he never belonged and find he still doesn’t??? henry is such a forgiving and nice person. i have to imagine there was a part of him- however small- that thought, maybe it changed. maybe it’s okay now. but it isn’t, and nothing’s different, and henry’s just a kid again who can’t make his dad proud.

and his boys are there. they’re saying they love him. henry is having a mental breakdown and they love him. henry has found out he doesn’t belong anywhere, actually, and they love him.

he sees his mom. he loves his mom. she seems excited for a moment. it all goes dull. he loves his mom and she is telling him she was happier when he wasn’t here. he loves his mom and nothing’s right.

they’re your grandchildren, he says. they’re you’re grandchildren. henry isn’t confident in himself- henry has a sort of hatred for himself, actually, because he was never shown to love the parts of him that were faults. but he’s confident in his children. he loves his children so fucking much. they’re a lot sometimes and they don’t listen but they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. they’re your grandchildren. be proud of me. they’re your grandchildren. mom- i love you.

i don’t want to meet them, autumn yells. and henry finally understands the extent of which he will never.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads season 1 #henry oak #i literally had to pause the episode right as anthony yelled as autumn like #this is SO fucked up henry i fucking love you baby #AND THEN KNOWING WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.... MAN.#anyway not to be parasocial but #will campos by fucking beloved??? HES SO GOOD. HES CRYING IM CRYING #and anthony too i'm losing my damn mind here #i'm thinking about parenting and i'm thinking about trauma and i'm thinking so hard about henry oak #alexa don't look

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years

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(Belphegor's) Cute Hellspawn(s)

This is the last part of Belphie's story Part 1 and the general Prologue

Warning: Swearing, Mention of torture, and Babies

“I don’t have time for this nonsense! I have to get back to the human world to make sure my grandchildren-”

“Wow, wow! Grandkids?!?!” Mammon shirve at the idea that Maddi has anything to do with you or the kids.

“Yes? I consider their mother somewhat like my own daughter. Now will you excuse me-”

“Please…” Maddi paused and looked down, seeing Belphie shaking and not letting go of her pants. “I… I need to see them. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“I’m sorry, It’s not up to me whether or not to can see MC or the children, all that is up to the mother”

“But Belphie’s the father-” As Beel talks, Maddi pulls out a pocket mirror, opens it “Plus the babies are half demon. They need someone to teach them-”

“Ah so it's all about the children and not the mother?” Maddi side eye Beel with a brow raise.

“He didn’t say that! I want to see all three of them! And I want to apologize to MC!” Belphie hung his head low “I’m to tell her that I didn’t mean to leave her that morning. I was scared! Scared of all that was just in the moment-”

“Okay, you're scared and you still left making her feel like your fear as well? How do you think she felt that morning when she woke up with you gone? Not only that but you pretended like none of it ever happened!”

“Yes, and I regretted leaving her that morning! I regretted not telling her after that! But I really meant that confession! I want to be with her. If she wasn’t carrying our babies. I was a coward for not telling her sooner, for waiting for the right time when reality was the right time that morning! Please, punshis me all you want, even kill me. I want to see her again one last time to apologize in person-”

All of a sudden, a baby cry stopped Belphie making him choked up.

“Did you hear that little one?” Maddi's smile showed every demon in the room that her mirror was reflecting someone in the bed.

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You curse yourself for crying over your babies, one of them starts to cry when tears start to fall on them.

You wipe the tears before soothing the crying baby, all the while you are trying to decide to let Belphie see you and the babies. You look down to see both are wide awake and soothing them won’t put them to sleep. You saw in their eyes hope.

Suddenly you sense someone staring at you and the babies, you slowly turn towards the desk mirror where you watch and hear everything happening at Maddi’s end.

What you saw was Belphie looking through the mirror. You can’t ignore the dehavled look he has right now, and see like he hasn't slept in months. If his eyes weren’t red from his crying. You took notice of the dark bags under his eyes.

“So? What is it going to be? Give him a chance? Or let this be his last and only chance to see you and the children?” You can hear Maddi asking, you know that tone. Maddi has something in mind to say yes to giving Belphie a second chance.

“What are you planning, Maddi?” You said it sternly as one of the babies over on their stomach crawl to turn around to face the mirror. Once she saw Belphie in the mirror she giggled as she pound her tiny hands on the mattress in glee upon seeing her father.

You can see Belphie choked up on seeing his daughter’s eyes look at him.

“Oh you know me so well child~, put it simply. If you say yes. He can get to go to you immediately. However, once I give time to talk to you. He’ll have to be punshie by me. I wouldn’t go into any details until you say the word.”

You thought for a moment. You sit up, then reach out to grab your daughter’s little foot just to make sure she tries to crawl further off the edge as she tries to reach for Belphie in the mirror. Meanwhile your son who has your hair color get’s angsty roll on his stomach and crawls towards your lap and lays his head on it.

Looking down to see your son looking up to you, staring deep into your eyes. You knew the answer. “Alright. I’ll… I’ll give him a second chance.” As soon as Maddi heard your answer, she laughed and snapped her fingers and the mirror went back to normal. You heard your daughter gasp before she started to cry at the sudden disappearance of her father’s face from the mirror.

You quickly reach down and pick her up then try to sooth and rack her.

Feeling a little jealous, your son starts to sob as well. You sigh and pick him up cradling your twins in each arm, in any case you’ll have Belphie, even if you’re still ify with him.

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Belphie looks at the pocket mirror in shock once it turns back to a regular mirror.

“Now Belphegor. Choose a brother to accompany you.”

“Why?” Belphie nervously asks Maddi, never in his life that he ever had the same fear as Mammon has to witches until now.

“Well someone has to help MC with the children. Because he’ll help them get back to the house of lamentation. Since you’ll be put to punishment for your action to MC” She leans down and moves his bangs so she can meet his eyes. “Enjoy the comfort of family, because this is going to be the last time you’ll see them in quite some time” she grins.

All Belphie can do is nod and look over his shoulder to Beel. Maddi sees and while a snap of her fingers she and the twin disappear in a puff of smoke. Leaving the other demons in the room shocked.

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“Make sure you two don’t touch anything! MC’s room is on the second floor, the last room on the left.” Both Beel and Belphie are still stunned at the fact they're in the human world, in the great witch Maddi’s home.

Maddi did what she needed to do, she left the two demons in the entry hall and headed to the kitchen.

Beel blinks, before turning towards his twin. Belphie is eyeing the stairs as his heart is pounding. You're right upstairs, with your children with him. The children he helped make. What is he supposed to say? What if you decide to not give a second chance? And you what to give one and only time he can get to see the kids.

Beel place a hand on Belphie’s shoulder snapping Belphie out of his thoughts. “Do… Do you want me to go with you?”

“No… well not in the room. Just… stay out in the hall… please.”

“Sure”

Belphie took a deep breath, before looking forward to the stairs and begging to climb up with Beel right behind him.

The slow walk to your room is agonizing for Belphie, his mind is in full panic. Beel had to literally grab Belphie’s arm before he walked straight to the wall at the end of hall passing your room.

Belphie silently thanks Beel and walks back to your door.

Belphie's heart beats even faster as he stands right in front of your door, staring at the door knob. He clenches his hands a couple of times before slowly reaching up and grabbing the door knob, turning it, opening the door, and slowly walking it the room and closing the door behind him.

He kept his head low, not ready to look you in the eye. But when he didn’t hear anything from you. He bit the bullet and looked up. There he saw you asleep on your side with your arms around both babies. What surprised him was his son sitting up looking at him with a small pout on his face.

He doesn’t know when you gave birth, surely it wasn’t that long. So why is it that his son is sitting up all on his own. Either way he's here now he slowly approaches the bed with his eye on his son. As he walks towards you he watches his son suddenly move, crawling towards your head and quickly warping his tiny arms around your neck protectively, before looking back at Belphie sending him a death glare while his tail flinging back and forth.

That sudden action, wake you up startled Belphie when you start stri up. You flutter your eyes open then you down to see your son hugging your neck. You giggle at his action, you slowly sit up and gently pull your son off your neck. “Hungry?” but he shook his head, before pointing behind him. Confused, you followed his gesture, and you saw Belphie standing close to the bed with a surprised look on his face, before it changed to a shameful one. “Hello, Belphie…”

“Hey…” he said quietly as he reached up, grabbed his arm and started rubbing it. Neither of them spoke which made the air in the room awkward and tense. Before neither of you notice, your daughter woke up and immediately saw Belphie. She giggles, rolling over to her stomach and starts crawling towards him.

You panic and try to reach, when Belphie reacts first and leans forward grabbing your daughter before reaching for the edge. You sigh in relief while your son laughs at his twin. While Belphie on the other hand is stunned, face to face with his daughter. She looks at him tilting her head before reaching out and placing her tiny hands on Belphie's cheek. Then she starts giggling and laughing before opening her arms hugging Belphie’s neck burying her face in the crook of his neck.

All the emotion just floods Belphie in that moment, mostly joy and happiness, with sadness, anger, shame and regret mixed in. He gasps, choke and can't muster the right words. But he can think of his kids and you.

He starts quietly crying as he holds his daughter tight in his arms burying his face into her tiny shoulder.

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After what seems to be forever, you decide to speak. “Did you mean all you said to Maddi?” you ask him as you cradle your son in your arms. While Belphie sat on the armchair in the corner of the room while racking his daughter to sleep in his arms.

“I couldn’t face and tell you because I was afraid… if all that I said to you was in the heat of the moment. Or that you said in the heat of the moment.” he reached to tuck his daughter’s hair to behind the ear. Then leans down to kiss her forehead before turning to you. “But yes. I meant every word of it. I was going to confess to you properly. After I explained to Beel, he was also the reason I left that morning. I was scared of what his reaction would be. We did everything together. So sleeping with you made me think I betray him in some way since he does have feelings for you.”

In some way you understand his reasoning. Back in the human world there was always an unspoken rule to not sleep with a friend's crush or sibling’s crush. Because it will cause conflict in the group or family.

“Even if it still hurts a little bit, it is better than you not coming at all.” you gave him a small smile. Before soothing a bit and panting the open space on the bed. “Also long your on diaper duty for the next two years”

Belphie chuckles while shaking his head, before getting up the chair then walking towards the bed. He climbs from the side of the bed, and gently lays your daughter in the space between you and him. While you set his son on your side of the space between. He looks at Belphie before huffing and turns his back on his father. You quietly laugh.

“I guess that I have to win him over. Huh?”

“Maybe he got all my anger towards you in him.” you ruffle your son’s hair before leaning down and kissing his forehead. You look back up to Belphie, when he reaches and caresses your face.

“I’ll make it up to all three of you. I promise.” he looks at you with honesty and sincerity in his eyes. You lean in to his touch before placing your hand over his.

“I know…” you two look at each other, before leaning closer until your lips meet. Belphie lean in further making it more passionate. After you slowly pull away and lean your forehand into his. “I miss you”

“I miss you too” he gave you one quick peck on the lips before the two of you slid down onto the bed, with your hands intertwined over your twins. Soon the two of you drifted off to slumber.

Sleeping together as a family.

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Alas, the peace didn’t last. Belphie suddenly senses someone approaching the room. He quietly and quickly got out of bed, and moved to the front of the bed, then the door opened and Maddi and Beel walked in the room.

Belphie snarls at the witch and quickly shifts into his demon form blocking Maddi’s view of his kids and you.

“What do you want!”

“Oh~ now you're getting protective huh? Well your time is up. Nows for your punishment” She pulls out a scroll and opens it. Coming from the scroll was a chain which moved quickly and subdued Belphie by binding his wrists and ankles.

Beel moved quickly, but Maddi gave him a glare. “Try to help your twin and you’ll meet the same punishment. Now be a good demon and make sure your niece and nephew and their mother return to the house of lamamention safely”

“Maddi! What the hell!” you woke up from the sound of the chains. And you aren’t the only one. As soon as your daughter hears her father groaning in pain. She woke up and looked down to the bed to see Belphie drop on his knees, biting back the urge to scream. She gasps, tries to roll on her stomach and starts crawling toward Belphie. But soon she almost reached the edge of the bed. Beel quickly picked her and brought her close to his chest as she tried to wiggle out of her uncle’s grasp. Before long she starts to cry for father.

You jump out of bed with your son in your arms, you didn’t notice he shifts to his demon form.

“You can't mind, little one. He has to be punished”

“The fuck! Look, yes I was pissed at him when I told you. And he said he'll accept your punishment. But not in front of the kids!” you yell at the witch while making sure you hold your son back.

Maddi raises a brow glance at your twins before looking back at Belphie. “Calm them down Belphegor. They’ll stop crying and tantrums if you calm them down.” she said nonchalantly. She waved her hand slightly, losing both chains in his wrist. Lessening the pain.

Belphie quickly got back up on his feet and turned around to face Beel and his daughter. “Hey, starlight. Is okay, daddy’s fine.” She stops crying and whimpers before reaching out her arms to Belphie, who gladly takes her from Beel and slowly racks her in his arms and makes sure the chain on his wrist doesn't touch her skin.

“See? They can sense their parents' stress. If Belphegor hadn’t tried to fight back she wouldn’t have started crying. And since their twins her brother sensed his sister's distress hence this little spawn shifted.” she smiles, while all three of you plus your son just look at her deadpan. “Anywho~ you don’t have to worry about Belphegor. He’ll just be gone for two days. So my lord Belphegor, say goodbye to your family.”

You want to stop Maddi from doing this, but you made a deal with her. And you’ve seen when someone crosses her.

You turn towards Belphie, who gives his daughter one last hug and a kiss on her cheek. “Be good for daddy, alright starlight?” she start to whimper, and quickly hugs Belphie neck, he sigh and turn to Beel and turn his daughter to his twin. “I hate this. But if I don’t do this she’ll just make our lives harder”

“I know why Mammon and Lord Diavolo don’t like her.”

“I heard that!”

“Yeah, well so Lucifer!” If Belphie is going to have the shit beat out of him. Might as well go down as pitiful as possible. He clicks his tongue at Maddi before turning to you and your son. You walk to him, he looks at you before looking down to see his son, who huffs before turning his head away from Belphie.

“Maybe if I talk to Maddi-”

“It wouldn’t do any good. I have a suspension that she’s more stubborn than Lucifer”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Maddi smirk as she points at her wrist gesturing Belphie to hurry up.

“It's not like you're going to die from waiting for your old age, hag!”

“Oh~! I’m really going to enjoy your tears little boy!” She smiles nicely at Belphie, who scowls at her.

He turns to you with a soft face. “Two days”

“Two days” you both said it quietly before leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. The little demon saw the affection that was sandwiching him. He made baby groans while pushing Belphie away from you.

“Still doesn’t like me huh, little guy?” he ruffles his son’s hair, which earns him a wack of a tail to his face. Then his son sticks out his touch to him. “Yup, still hate me.” you giggle while you turn your son to face you and tuck his head into the crook of your neck.

“Alright. Time to go.” Maddi pulls Belphie’s chain, causing him to fall on his ass. As she begins to drag him out of the room. While your daughter reached out and called out to him with baby noise, Beel had to hold her tight due to his niece squirming out of his arms.

You heard your son whimper into skin, you soothe him then turned to look at Beel. “Come, let's go home.” Beel nods, as he helps you pack.

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It didn’t take along for the twins to get attention from their uncles. As soon as you, Beel, and the twin arrive at the house. Both Mammon and Asmo greet you four at the front door.

“AH~ Look at you two!” Asmo claps his hands, exactly doting at the twins. Your daughter yelps before hiding her face into Beel’s chest. While your son stares at Asmo before reaching out his tiny arms for Asmo. You notice, smile and hand him to Asmo. Who hugs your son immediately “Aw~ you're just like your mother.”

Mammon rolls his eyes before looking at you. Before he gets a chance to scold you. You insteadly wrap your arms around him. And begin to apologize. He quickly returns the favor and hugs you back.

“Well… It seem Belphie is getting what’s coming to him for his irresponsibility seeing that his not with you two.”

You tense up then look over Mammon’s shoulder to see Lucifer with a happy and yet chilling smile. “Hi Lucifer…”

“Have you any idea how worried we were when you disappeared and added that you were pregnant with Belphie spawns!”

“I’m Sorry. I was scared and angry at Belphie-”

“That’s a reasonable emotional response. However, that doesn’t excuse you to leave the house while carrying offspring that might put your life at risk.” He was right. If you didn't go to Maddi, you could’ve died. “Belphie isn’t the only one being punshi today. Foruanly the twins has five responsible uncles to look after them while you and I have a talk in my study, now”

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It's been three hours since Lucifer dragged you to his study for a lecture and probably some punishment for runaway.

While waiting on you two to return. Beel took charge of bringing the twins into the living room with Mammon and Asmo tagging along with him.

“So… what’s their name Beel?” Beel chock on the piece of bread in his mouth when Mammon asks him.

“Please tell us that Belphie or MC told you their name, before being dragged to their hell.” Asmo added while he browsed on his phone for onesies for the twins.

“Uh… He didn’t tell me or MC.”

“Eh!?! But you were there with Belphie all night.” Mammon sounds shocked at the fact Beel doesn’t know their names. He gave your daughter a little panda plushie you made in one of his money making scam, she instantly took it from Mammon and hugged it tightly before yawning and laying her tiny head on the plushies.

“He had me wait outside the whole night out in the hall of Maddi’s place. Because he wanted to talk to MC alone.” He casually reached down to grab your son before he crawled away from him and towards Asmo who was by the table. He set him on his lap with his arm supporting him. “He did call his daughter starlight. But it seems that his son kinda hates him.” he looks down to his nephew who is trying to wiggle out of his hold while making baby grants.

“Oh! Look, I found cute cow and fox onesies!” Asmo jumps out of his chair and walks towards Beel and shows him the picture on his phone. “It's perfect for them.”

Beel smiles and hums in agreement. While your son starts nibbling on his uncle’s arm, Beel pay no mind.

“Restless little guy ain’t he?” Mammon comments at his nephew's attempt to break free from Beel’s hold.

“Do you want to carry him?” Beel asks, and hands the little demon to Mammon. The latter quickly adjusted his hold on his nephew.

“Beel! Give me a warning next time-” he stopped when he felt the little demon stare at him. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He looks down with a close eyes smile, hiding the nervousness his feeling right now. “Hey little guy, want a house tour by your great uncle Mammon”

“No” All three demon’s eyes widened when they heard their nephew say something.

“Dada! Wa Dada!” Mammon shrieked before turning around to see his niece sitting up on the table hugging the panda plushies.

“No! Mama!” your son shifts to his demon form.

“No Dada!” your daughter shifts to her demon form.

“How old are these babies!!” Asmo panic yells, confused and scared of what's happening right in front of him.

“Why are you yelling Asmo- Oh shit!~ BABIES!” Levi came into the room and immediately stopped once he saw the two baby demons in their demon form. “Belphie had to have twins didn’t he?” He tries to make a joke while progressing the scene before him.

While Mammon and Beel explain to Levi what’s going on. The little twins exchange glances before nodding to each other.

Soon all the adults in the room suddenly feel tired and sleepy. Beel and Mammon fought the tiredness long enough to put both twins on the flood. Before they, Asmo and Levi collapse on the floor and fall right to sleep.

The little demoness claps her hands and laughs at her uncle's face while the little demon crawls towards his twin, baby panting her back before crawling towards the door. His twin got what he meant and quickly crawled behind him. And the two babies are now out in the hall of the house.

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You groan in pain as you are being strung up to the ceiling of Lucifer’s study. While said demon is doing his paperwork below you.

“Another hour MC- wait!” Lucifer quickly set his pen down and stood up from his chair. “Those idiots!”

“What-”

“Mama!” you gasp and swing your body so you can face where the sound came from, and hold and behold your twins by the doorway of Lucifer’s study.

“Stella, Skylar!” you call out to them. Lucifer acts quickly and casts a spell to put you down, as soon as you get to your feet you quickly rush and kneel in front of your twins and pick them both in your arms.

Lucifer walks beside you, and offers to take one of the twins. You were about to give Stella, but Skylar quickly reached out his tiny arms for his uncle. He smiles before reaching down and taking the child from your arms. “It seems that they pull their uncles under some sort of sleep spell.” he rubs his nephew’s back, soothing him into yawning and slowly falls asleep, laying his head on Lucifer’s chest. “Come on, let's see if my brothers are awake yet.”

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“A month! They're a month old!”

“Shush! Keep it down Mammon. Your going to wake Belphie and the twins up.” Beel glares at Mammon before setting unconscious Belphie on the couch in their room. While you and the twin are in Belphie’s bed.

“I’m so happy that Maddi showed some pity to Belphie and sent him back here a day early.”

“Pity!?! Look at him, he looks like he was tortured for months!” Mammon made an angry gesture to his unconscious brother lying on the couch.

Belphie was still in his demon form, his clothes were torn and bruises and scars cover his arms and the side of his face.

“She tends to go a bit overboard with her torture.” you know by staying with Maddi that she’s ain’t nice. After a month staying with her coven it was safe to say that all Mammon and Diavolo’s worry and fear are justified.

“I’m going to get some snack for Belphie, that way when he wakes up he has something to eat.” before you can say anything, he was gone from the room, dragging Mammon along.

You sigh, before laying on your side, look over your twins then look at Belphie at the couch before you slowly fall asleep.

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She promised him only two days. So why the hell he kept whipping, burning, etc for a week. Note to himself, find Maddi and kill her.

Belphie woke up back in his room, and he can still feel his entire body is tense and in pain.

He slowly pushed himself up, sat and leaned on the couch. He groaned in pain every time he moved.

He looks around the room while massaging his neck, and he lays his sight on his bed, where you and his kids are sleeping peacefully.

All his rage at the witch melted away when he saw you and the twins sleeping soundly in his bed. He mustered all his strength to stand up, walk towards his bed, and took the other side of the bed. You are on the opposite side while the twins are in the middle of the bed.

He sighs once he lay on his side. Before he fell back to sleep, he felt something snuggling to his chest. He looks down to see his son nuzzle his face into his chest while clenching on his jacket.

“He missed you.” Belphie quickly looks up, to see you half awake, running your hand through your daughter’s hair. “She missed you.” you lean down to kiss the crown of her head. Before looking back to Belphie. “I’ve Missed you.�� You reach up and grab his face, stock his cheek with your thumb.

He doesn’t feel he deserves you or the twins. It hurt him that you forgave him after everything he did. This might be his last chance, he is planning not to screw this up.

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Six months later

“I can’t believe that your own son ratted you out.” Satan mutters at Belphie while being strung up by Lucifer.

“Well maybe Lucifer brainwashed him or something.” Belphie tries to move his arms out of the ropes.

“I would never do such a thing to my nephew. Isn’t that right Skylar?” Lucifer turns his head towards the high chair in his study where Skylar is seated wearing a cow onesie.

“Mm~” He hums in response as he draws on a piece of old document that Lucifer gave him.

The moment Lucifer finishes hanging both Satan and Belphie to the ceiling. You came in with Stella who was wearing a fox onesie. “Lucifer, how long does Belphie have to be strung up. We have to take twins out today.”

“Thanks for worrying about me MC.” Satan said sarcastically.

“Dada bad?” Stella tille her head to the side while looking up at Belphie and Satan.

“Yes, Dada did something bad,” Lucifer said happily to Stella. Which made her pout.

“See, she hates seeing me like this!”

“Don’t use your daughter to give you some pity Belphie.” Belphie huffs at Lucifer’s words.

You laugh at Belphie, when suddenly Satan breaks free from his ropes and quickly dash out of the room, with Lucifer immediately giving chase.

Belphie blink the initial shock and glance over to you “You did something to the ropes didn’t you?”

“I was hoping that you got those ropes instead of Satan” you shrug before walking toward the knot which was holding Belphie. You untie it and slowly lower him back down to the ground.

“You sly minx” he smirks as you help untie the ropes around me. While Stella “helps” with the ropes.

“I have to be.” you dope the ropes and hand Stella to Belphie, while you walk over and grab Skylar out of his high chair. And return to Belphie’s side.

“I might be a bad influence for you” he wraps his free arm around your waist, while the other one is supporting Stella who is on Belphie's waist.

“Less talking and more walking. Before Lucifer comes back.” gave him a quick peck on the lips before you four left the study and headed out for family time.

Note: Phew! 5k words! *pant myself on the back* I didn't expect to make this long XD anyway thanks so much. I still have the other two fic to finish writing. While I'm doing that, I want to know which demon or Angel or human I should do next?

I do have some ideas for Mammon, Levi and Asmo.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

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When I Have You - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

Rose screamed. It was the most ear-splitting, agonising scream that Ron had ever heard from her in her brief life. The scream was so loud that Dominique, who had been thrilled to meet her newest baby cousin, ran away and hid behind Fleur.

“She’s loud,” Dominique said. “Why is she crying so much?”

“Zat is what babies do,” Fleur said.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t judge too much, Dom,” Bill added fondly. “You were probably the loudest of the bunch.”

Dominique stuck out her bottom lip in a pout as Molly attempted to soothe a screaming Rose.

Hermione flinched beside Ron, and he could tell she was fighting every instinct to take her daughter from his mother’s arms.

But a moment later, Rose’s cries were reduced to whimpers and eventually stopped altogether.

“Seven kids and five grandchildren. She knows how to do it,” Ron whispered. “She’s on top of it.”

Hermione winced. “It just feels so wrong when I'm not the one…”

“Get used to being part of a large family.” Ron kissed her temple. “There're heaps of people around to help.”

Now that Rose had settled down again, Dominique ventured back over and planted a big wet kiss on her cheek, grinning afterwards.

“So cute,” she said.

“That,” George said, coming to stand in between Hermione and Ron, “is the truth.” He threw his arm across each of their shoulders. “You make cute kids. Well done. Though she’s loud, isn’t she?”

Despite his brother's mocking, Ron was in a state of such happiness that he didn't even notice it. “It’s her first time meeting this lot. Scary for anyone at the best of times, but terrifying for who has been here a week and only seen our house and St Mungo's.”

“Hm, true,” George said. He dropped his arms, watching Rose being rocked by Molly for a moment, and then continued. “How are you holding up, Hermione? Ginny told us about Rose’s grand entrance. You doing okay?”

Hermione nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay. Better than anyone thinks I should be. Ron keeps fussing over me — not letting me do anything. I can’t even shower without him making sure I haven’t fallen over —”

“That’s not true,” Ron cut in. He looked at George. “She’s exaggerating. I’m just trying to do my part. All the books say I’m supposed to be a support after —”

“Yeah, but not a control freak.” George nudged him.

“No, he’s great,” Hermione said, offering Ron a smile. “A great husband, an even better dad.”

“Thank you,” Ron replied.

Another scream had them turning back to Molly, who was surrounded by a pack of curious children.

“Victoire!” she scolded, and the eldest jumped. “Do not poke her.”

This time, Hermione seemed unable to control herself. She hurried over and all but snatched Rose from Molly's arms.

“I think she’s getting tired,” she blurted. “Do you mind if I put her down upstairs, Molly? It’s been a big morning for her, meeting everyone.”

“Of course, dear,” Molly said, sounding a little hurt that Hermione seemed to not have trusted her to settle Rose again. “You know where the room is.”

Before Ron could say anything, Hermione disappeared up the stairs.

It took Ron a moment to realise everyone was watching him. “Er,” he said, looking around, “it’s our first week, and it’s all a bit new. I’ll go and see if she’s okay.”

“Don’t be too concerned, Ron,” Molly said gently, resting a hand on his arm as he passed her. “It’ll get easier as she grows.”

“Thanks,” Ron said. “It’s our first time with a lot of people. It’s a lot. For Rosie and…” He gestured in the direction Hermione had gone.

“Of course,” Molly said kindly.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Ron walked up the stairs slowly, trying to keep himself calm. He knew Hermione had been nervous about bringing Rose over to the Burrow, but he’d thought he’d managed to talk her around. It was something that Rose was going to have to get used to — and something Hermione would have to get used to. The Weasleys — as busy and as chaotic as they could be — were his family, and therefore Rose’s family.

But, he realised, as he reached the first landing where his mother kept a room set up for all the young children to sleep in, he could also understand her nerves. He had to admit that coming over here was a lot at the best of times — more so now that he’d been living away from the Burrow for seven years. He loved his family, but it was huge now and a lot for a little baby (and her parents) to handle. Plus, the traumatic birth probably made Hermione a little more protective than she would have been otherwise.

He pushed open the door slowly, poking his head in. Hermione was bent over the old cot he had once slept in, stroking Rose’s cheek.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

Hermione turned briefly before returning her focus back to Rose, whose eyes were fluttering.

“I hope they don’t think I’m that person,” she said.

“What person?” Ron asked.

“The one who freaks out every time someone else holds their baby. The one who doesn’t trust anyone else with their child.”

Ron entered the room fully and closed the door behind him. “I think they think you’re just a new mum who is still trying to figure everything out. They’re not judging. Not at all.”

Rose’s eyes closed completely. Hermione left her hand to rest on the baby's belly for a few moments longer and then slowly backed away, turning to Ron.

“I never thought I’d be like this.” It sounded like a confession to Ron, though he didn’t know what for.

“Be like what?” Ron asked.

“Fussing over her, worrying about her… just wanting to be with her all the time. I thought that I’d be different. Better.”

Ron took her hand, pulling her towards him. “What’s better than loving your daughter?” He almost laughed at the insinuation. “Hermione, where’s this coming from? Are you okay?”

For a moment, she didn’t answer. She looked at something over his shoulder, and he realised she was trying to find the right words. It was unusual for Hermione to not know what to say.

“Hermione?”

“I didn’t realise it would feel like this,” she eventually said. “That I’d love her so much. That she’d mean absolutely everything to me, and that I’d be so… overwhelmed by it all.”

“She’s six days old, Hermione. Not even a week. And you spent two of those days in hospital because of what we can only describe as a very traumatic birth. In my eyes, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known, and you’re handling it way better than I could. You’re the best mum our Rosie could ask for.”

Hermione laughed through the tears that had formed in her eyes. “Rosie? Is that what you’re calling her?”

Ron shrugged. “I thought it was cute.” He gathered her against him.

“Of all the books I read, none of them prepared me for just how exhausted I’d feel or just how much I'd want to protect her from everything.”

“Like loving grandmothers and big bully cousins?” Ron teased.

“I know.” Hermione sighed. “I suppose… it’s just going to take some getting used to, to… let others help.”

“It’s always been a problem of yours. You know that. You like to do things yourself. It’s why you’re so good at what you do. But… when it comes to raising our Rosie, well, we don’t have to do it on our own. She’s lucky. She’s going to grow up surrounded by people who love and adore her. But at the same time, we’ve got this. You’re allowed to feel protective of her, you’re allowed to love her like you do. There’s nothing wrong with that. She’s tiny. She needs us.”

Hermione nodded and pulled away from him. She took his hand and pulled him towards the door. “I just never expected to feel this way. It’s a new feeling for me. It’s strange.”

“I get that.” Ron began to close the door gently behind him but was stopped by Hermione a moment later. She opened it again and quietly cast the sound charm so they’d know when she was awake.

“It even makes me nervous having her so far away,” she said, this time smiling.

“I reckon it’ll get easier.” They started descending the stairs. “I mean, look at Victoire and Dominique, and even little Molly to an extent. They run around wildly and Bill and Fleur seem happy to let them run free. Bill said something about burning off energy. She’s just so tiny now, and so little, that we want to do everything we can to keep her safe.”

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Hermione turned to him, smiling. “You seem to have it under control.”

Ron shook his head. “I feel the way you do,” he assured her. “I hate hearing her cry; I just want to do everything in my power to keep her safe. But I suppose I’ve just embraced my feelings for her a little quicker than you have. I love her so much and it’s how I wanted to feel when I saw her. How I hoped I’d feel. I love being her dad.”

“And I love being her mum. I just want to be the best one I can be for her.”

“And you already are.” Ron kissed her. “You have this under as much control as I do, and you also have me. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself and don’t let those dumb books tell you what to do. Rosie’s the only book we need. She’ll let us know.”

They returned to where everyone else was.

“Is Rosie going to stick?” Hermione questioned.

“You don’t like it?” Ron asked.

“I… don’t know.”

Ron smiled at her but didn’t respond.

“Everything okay, dears?” Molly questioned, looking anxious.

“Yep. Sound asleep. Meeting you lot took it out of her, Mum,” Ron said.

“I scared the baby, didn’t I?” Victoire asked. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright,” Bill assured her. “Babies, when they’re just born, scare easily. When she’s a little older, she’ll probably find you hilarious.”

“As we all do,” George added with a smirk.

Victoire beamed, then vanished with Dominique trailing closely behind her.

“Stay close!” Fleur called after her children. “Don’t go past ze big tree.”

The only sound was the giggles of the two girls.

“So, anyway,” George said after a moment of silence, “as I was saying, I’m in a bit of a pickle regarding what to do with the shop. I have the money, but not the staff to manage a second one.”

“You’re opening a second shop?” Hermione questioned, sounding mildly impressed. She’d always been somewhat dumbfounded by the success of the joke shop — apparently unable to fathom how so many people could be interested in such useless products. But they weren’t all useless. Especially these days. Most of what George sold were fun, practical things. Ron personally enjoyed the sweets George had created. George said they were an enormous hit.

George shrugged. “I have the money to purchase premises in Hogsmeade, but when I spoke to Lee and Verity about it — the two employees I trust the most — they both quit on me.”

“What?” Ron said. “But —”

“No hard feelings,” George assured him. “Lee was only ever there temporarily, helping me out while I needed it. He has his own job with the Prophet. The shop was always on the side for him. It was good of him to stick around as long as he did. But he didn’t think he could take on the responsibility of helping me manage two shops.”

“And Verity?” Ron said. “She’s been around since you opened, practically.”

George nodded. This one seemed to bother him more than Lee — his best friend — leaving. “That, I admit, was a bit of a shock. I offered her the management position at the Hogsmeade one when I opened it. It would be hers to run. But she said she’d been doing some thinking and thought she needed a change in her career. She’s with me until the end of February. I can assure you that no other job with her qualifications would pay as well, but…” He shrugged. “What can I do?”

“I’m sure you’ll sort it out, George,” Molly said. “You’ve gotten this far. I’m sure it’s not the first challenge you’ve faced in running it.” Then she exited toward the kitchen.

“Hire more staff,” Ron said simply.

“I’m not worried about the Diagon Alley one,” George said. “It’s whether I should go through with opening Hogsmeade when I don’t have someone experienced enough, or someone I trust enough, to make sure it runs smoothly. I was really banking on Verity.”

“You don’t have anyone else who could do it?” Hermione asked.

George shook his head. “I have two others who work for me and they’re both nineteen, fresh out of Hogwarts and one isn’t really that bright. Good worker, but…”

“You’ll work it out,” Ron said confidently. “Mum’s right. You always do. But I’d probably suggest holding off on the second shop for a while. Don’t rush into anything…”

“And risk losing the premises.” George sighed. “Anyway, enough of my worries. Nothing for you two to worry about. Not now that you’re parents and navigating that. I’ll think of something. I’m still sort of hoping that Verity will have a change of heart and stay on.”

Ron thought that was unlikely, and he suspected George did too, but neither of them said anything.

A moment later, Molly called them all for lunch.

“It just keeps getting bigger and bigger,” she said brightly in reference to the table they all crammed around. “Soon, we’ll need to expand the kitchen to fit you all in.”

“Not everyone’s here today, Mum,” Ron said with a smirk. “We fit just fine.”

“But you won’t on the rare occasion everyone shows. And it’s a thought, don’t you think, Arthur? We can make the kitchen itself bigger, expand the table, and have everyone in here comfortably.”

“Of course, dear,” Arthur answered with a smile. “Will give me something to do when I retire. Which… I plan on doing in six months' time. I’ll be ending my time at the Ministry in June.”

“Really?” Bill said. “You kept that quiet.”

Arthur grinned. “Well, we had far more important things to discuss, like our beautiful new granddaughter, that it never came up. But yes, I look forward to living the rest of my days out as Granddad Weasley and not having to go to London five days a week.”

Everyone threw a million questions at Arthur after that, asking what he planned to do with all the free time he’d find himself with. George even teased him about working at the shop, but Arthur said that might be a little too loud for him to stomach in his old age.

Ron couldn’t help but think of his own return to the Ministry in three weeks. He had four weeks off work to spend with Rose, but after that, he’d be forced to leave her every day. He thought about asking for more time, but before Rose’s birth, they’d been very busy with the Black Robes issue. They still weren’t far into solving that despite their best efforts.

They’d just finished eating when a piercing cry filled the kitchen, frightening James, who burst into tears.

Hermione made to stand up, but Ron put his hand on her arm, pulling her back to her seat. “I’ll get her,” he said. “Remember, we’ve got this.”

Hermione nodded and smiled, relaxing back into her chair.

Ron made a note to be as quick as possible. He took the stairs two at a time and opened the door slowly, smiling.

“Hey, Rosie,” he said. “You didn’t sleep for long.” He approached the cot and picked his daughter up, bringing her close to his chest. “Too much excitement, huh?”

She settled against him, which meant she wasn’t hungry. Usually, if she was hungry, she’d cry no matter how close he held her.

“Come on, let’s go and see everyone again.” He carried her back downstairs, this time navigating the stairs carefully. When he came back into the kitchen, he could tell that Hermione was using all of her strength to not go for Rose. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him; he knew that. It was just in her nature to want to be in control — the reason why she made such a great Head of an office.

As he returned to his chair, still holding Rose close to him, Hermione said, “Is she hungry?”

“Nope,” Ron said. “She’s good. Aren’t you, Rosie?” He turned Rose around so that she could see everyone else. He didn’t actually know how much she really could see, but he’d noticed she was quite observant in her short, little life. She liked watching people.

Rose’s eyes went wide as her world was suddenly filled with colour and people and things that were new to her. Everyone was staring back at her, though her understanding of social queues probably didn’t register this. They might have been big blurs of colour for all she knew.

After a moment of silence where everyone was watching Rose, Molly said, “She’s just such a sweetheart.”

Ron looked at Hermione, who smiled. Rose’s hands flapped in what could only be excitement.

“See,” he said to Hermione. “She’s okay. We’ve got this.”

Hermione nodded. “I know,” she whispered. And he saw her relax ‌to the point that she might actually enjoy this visit after all.

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