#i drew her shirt as a sweater...maybe one her wife made for her during a more peaceful time?

[readymades2002]

not really character design stuff, just thinkin abt colors a bit this time u_u

[heavenbarnes]

PLEASE STAND BY: She’s not heavy, she’s my lover

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warning/Contains: spoilers for “WandaVision”, aspects of mind-control meaning reader isn’t truly consenting, parts of this don’t make sense and are designed to make you feel strange, cheating, pregnancy, fingering, riding,

Word Count: 2.2k

it’s the 70s now and we’re a lot more liberal w our love, we’re also starting to form some kind of idea as to what might be going on hmm...enjoy x

MASTERLIST

Things just were positively brighter these days, and you couldn’t put your finger on why. Each morning the sun shone a little stronger through the curtains, the birds chirped just that bit louder, your morning coffee just a bit sweeter.

Picking the fluff off your husband’s blazer, you moved to adjust his tie slightly, admiring the way the red stood out on his chest. “You really are so handsome.”

James’ cheeks pulled up in a smile, dipping in to press a kiss to your cheek as you beamed for him. “I’ve got to be, to keep up with my gorgeous wife!”

You giggled, a cherry sweet girlish lilt that made your eyes twinkle. Enjoying those last few moments before he left for work, you lent further into his woolen sweater as you felt the firm hold of his prosthetic hand.

“Do you really have to leave-”

“Oop, sorry, Wanda calling!” 

Both your heads turned up, looking to the front door to find your lovely little neighbor and her bright eyes. That sadness of seeing James’ off seemed to fade as you saw your friend, she seemed to replace the warmth that would’ve followed him out the door.

“Great timing, you can keep the missus company whilst I’m earning us money!” He gave you another kiss, before heading off to wherever he spent his time during the days.

Welcoming Wanda into your home, you couldn’t help but notice the thick woolen coat she had wrapped over her front. She looked like a cutie, you couldn’t doubt that, she actually looked like Paddington Bear. But the sun was beaming out there.

Narrowing your eyes you stepped around the couch towards her. “Whattya’ stashing, toots?”

“I’m only telling you cause I love you, and I know you love me, and you-”

“Spill the beans, chick.”

Rather than come out with it, she instead...well...came out with it. She flipped the sides of the coat back off her front and you were met with the round bump of her belly. Your eyes flew wide and mouth dropped a tad.

“Baby!” You cried, hands flying up around your head. “You’re having a baby!”

-

“Run me through what we have so far.”

“Approximately a week ago, Agent 19 entered the energy field surrounding the town of Westview, accompanied by Bucky Barnes. Since then, they have been cast as characters in a TV show created and seemingly controlled by Wanda Maximoff.”

“They went in with a mission, to find Maximoff and stop her, have they even made any progress?”

“From the looks of things, they’ve abandoned mission, whether they realize it or not.”

“So what are they doing in there?”

“Bucky spends most of his time ‘working’, Agent 19 isn’t normally seen without Wanda at her side. They spend a lot of time talking, sometimes dancing, not a whole lot else.”

“So she’s got her right there, but isn’t even doing the one thing we sent her in there for?”

“Sir, I don’t think she has a choice.”

-

Wanda’s hips rolled against yours as she sat perched in your lap, soft lips moving gently against your own as her hands found their way under your shirt. “You sure I don’t look too round?”

Giggling into her mouth, your hands came to grasp her breasts, resting their weight in your hands as she sighed for you. “I think you look positively radiant, like a stone cold fox.”

Pulling back gently, she caught you as you winked for her, still kneading the sensitive flesh in your fingers. Bracing her hands on your knees, she arched her back and pushed her chest further into your touch.

“I didn’t know you and Vision were trying for a baby, and I feel like I only saw you yester-”

‘I know, I know, it all happened so quickly.” She hurried you, shutting you up completely by lifting her shirt over her head and flinging it onto your bedroom floor.

It worked a treat, your mouth falling agape at the sight of her pert chest bared to you in all her glory. You immediately closed your lips around one of her nipples, the hard bud fitting nicely against your tongue as you sucked it further into your mouth.

Those sounds, those beautiful sounds that only she could make, they nearly drove you doggone wild. She felt apart to wonderfully in your hands, she fit so nicely against you making you truly believe that your souls were always meant to cross paths.

Your mind told you, looking at her glowing and luscious and so incredibly perfect, that there was never any other woman but her. It was in the way that it didn’t feel like you existed, until she was thinking about you. Like your day started when she needed you and ended once she’d fallen asleep.

The needy roll of her bare hips drew your eyes down to where she was leaving a wet patch on your flares, you drew your fingers down over the ridge of her belly and underneath where she was softest.

“Please, let me ride your fingers, I need it.”

A wild grin sparked in your eyes as you smiled up at her, more than willing to make her wish your command. Running two of your fingers along where she was parted, you collected the candy-sweet wetness that was pooling in her.

Bringing it up to her clit, you circled around it as her head tipped back with a wanton moan escaping her chest and parting the thick air that’d gathered around you. Slow and easy, you sunk those two fingers into her as she continued to roll her hips for you.

“You always feel better than I ever imagined,” Wanda cried out, fingers gripping your shoulders as she bounced against you. “All I could’ve hoped for.”

You let the kindness and passion of her words wash over you as you kept working your fingers inside her, stretching them out slightly and pulling forward with every motion of her hips. 

Moving your thumb around, you pressed it to her clit and slowly rolled it around as she continued to buck in your fingers. She looked monumental above you, the bedroom light glowing around her like an aura she exuded. Her long hair brushed down her back as she swayed into you.

She looked like your entire world, and at that moment, she was.

You felt her gripping your digits, hugging tight and sweet as she got herself off against you. Never before had you been so pleased to be a vessel for someone’s pleasure, you’d lay there flat on the bed and let her grind against you for hours if it made her happy and wet.

“Yes, I’m so close,” The whine that whistled through her teeth shocked you to the core. “You’re gonna’ make me lose it.”

And as if that was your plan, you sped up the roll of your thumb and the movement of your fingers until her nails were digging into the flesh of your shoulders and pulling your flush between her breasts.

Lips pursing and teeth nipping gently at the taught skin, you left kisses in your wake as she rode through the highs of pleasure centered between her thighs. Hand wrapped around your wrist, she drew your own hand from below and placed the two soaked fingers between your lips.

You smiled, humming in content as you tasted the most unforgettable sweetness, like something from dream state. “You’re everything, pretty girl.”

-

Spying it draped across the back of the couch as you greeted your husband, James’ eyes followed it as he hung his blazer on the coat rack. “Wanda leave that here?”

“Hmm, yes,” You picked it up and draped it over your arm. “I better go return it.”

“I’ll come with you, been meaning to ask Vision if I can borrow his hedge trimmer.”

Hand in hand you bridged the short gap down to their home, knocking a couple times on the door before you heard a soft “come in” from just inside. Slowly pushing open the door, your eyes immediately fixed on the two beautiful bundles in the living room.

“Twins!” You beamed, keeping your voice hushed as James’ followed you inside.

“Aren’t they sweet.” Wanda cast the most enamored gaze upon them, like life had never been better.

“Just the bees knees!”

Whilst your husband had gone to find the man of the house, you turned to the young lady who had also obviously come to offer best wishes to the new parents. “Hi there, I’m one of Wanda’s friends.”

Rather than return your smile, the girl went stark faced, eyes wide and brow just slightly furrowed. A tinge of confusion crossed your features, shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to get her to speak.

Shaking her head, a smile started to work up on her face. “I’m Geraldine, also one of Wanda’s friends.”

“Nice to meet you!”

“It- It sure is.”

She was odd, maybe she was shy? Nevertheless, you turned back to Wanda and placed a hand on her arm. “Let me find my husband and get out of your hair, leave you to enjoy your gorgeous babies.”

Geraldine followed you across the lounge room as you called out for James. She caught one of your wrists in her hand, making you twist your head back towards her. Expecting her to say something, you stood in wait with a signature kind smile across your lips.

Strange girl didn’t say a word, she just looked at you again with those worrisome eyes that you couldn’t quite place. “Sorry Geraldine, is there something I can-”

“She’s just new here, looking to make more friends, aren’t you?” Wanda filled you in from her place by her twins.

Nodding in understanding, you felt James’ presence as he came up behind you, hand on your arm to turn you away from the new guest. Reluctantly, she released your grip as you moved by, causing you to shoot your man a slightly perplexed glance.

He just shrugged his shoulders, closing the front door behind you both as you walked back up to your home. Herb was outside, using his own hedge trimmer as you both waved to him. He waved back, shouting a quick “hello” as the blade of his hedge trimmer started to slowly descend through the concrete wall.

Looping your arm through James’ prosthetic elbow you motioned towards the sight. “Pretty powerful motor, better be careful with that one of Vision’s.”

As you served your better-half his plate of meatloaf, he greatly accepted it, cutlery poised in his hands as he waited for you to sit with your own. Making a cheers with your wine glasses, you both took your bites of dinner before crossing knives and forks across your plates.

“That lass at the Vision’s place today was an oddball.” James’ remarked, leaning back in his chair.

“Hmm, I just think she was shy, though I wish she’d told me whatever she was thinking.”

James’ scrunched his nose slightly but nodded in agreement, nonetheless. You thought back to the young lady, how she’d seemingly looked frightened, they way she’d grabbed you. Letting it tick over in your mind, you saw the same kind of look on your husband’s face that you felt you were making.

“My love,” He started, pushing some broccoli around his plate. “Why do we never eat more than one bite of our dinner.”

Your eyes dropped from his to the plate in front of you, pushed slightly up the table and signaled as finished. Gently lifting your head, you let your eyes flicker around your dining room. To the window sills that never got dusty, the clock that never struck 12, the lightbulbs you’d never replaced.

“Where do you go in a day, when you go to work, what do you do?”

James’ smile faltered, eyes seeming to nearly well as it became harder for you to cheek the apples of your cheeks up. “I leave our front door and I- I feel like I wake up as I come back through it.”

Nodding in understanding, you felt the tear before you even knew it’d slipped onto your cheek. Bucky lent across the table and wiped it with his right thumb, the feel of his skin against yours grounding you for a moment.

“We haven’t got long, this means she’s thinking of us, she’ll know that we’re-”

“Hey, hey, I know,” He cooed, getting out of his seat and rounding the table to crouch beside you. “We’ll find our moment, but you just have to be strong, we cant show our fear-”

As you served your better-half his plate of meatloaf, he greatly accepted it, cutlery poised in his hands as he waited for you to sit with your own. Making a cheers with your wine glasses, you both took your bites of dinner before crossing knives and forks across your plates.

“Darling!” James sighed as he pushed his plate up the table. “Your meatloaf is my favorite!”

-

“God! They always get so close, I know they must be trying so hard.”

The television broadcast wavered slightly, seemingly weakening for a moment but still producing the bright technicolor.

“They’re two of the strongest and smartest we have, Wanda must be doing a number on them to reduce them to this.”

The electrical whirring of the old-fashioned set still sounded in the background as they got the same message.

“PLEASE STAND BY.”

[domesticsns]

The Purple Turbo Tube Slide

Genre: Slice of life, Romance, Comedy, fluff

Main-pairing: SasuNaruSasu

Summary:  Naruto (33) and Sasuke (33)  go to their nephew’s birthday party. Soon Naruto goes off to play with the children while Sasuke spends some quality time with his the adults of his family. When Naruto gets a bit over his head he decides to slide down on a children's turbo tube slide and managed to get stuck half-way. Sasuke, annoyed his husband didn’t listen to his warnings, gets a surprise visit from the biggest demon he had to face during his childhood

The Purple Turbo Tube Slide, part one 

Sasuke was fixing the collar of his white shirt before fastening the buttons on the ends of his sleeve. He looked over his shoulder to the bed where he could see his husband snoring loudly while hugging the pillows on the empty bed side.

“We’re going to be late,” Sasuke said his eyes fixated on Naruto’s face that was drooling over the pillow. The man had been getting up and falling back asleep for the past two hours. He continued snoring.

“Come on,” Sasuke turned around and walked over to the bed, shaking Naruto. “We have a lot to do.”

Naruto woke up, an groaned annoyed. He grabbed Sasuke’s wrist and pulled him in the bed.

“No, you are not getting out of this.” Sasuke sat up and pushed Naruto’s hand away from him.

“Isn’t there a nicer way to wake your husband up? I’ve heard people waking up to kisses or…” A small smirk appeared on his face.

Sasuke kicked Naruto on the side, so he rolled off the bed and onto the ground. He heard a soft moan once the men hit the floor.  Sasuke leaned over the edge of the bed, looking at his idiot husband, making do with the fuzzy rug.

“I can get used to this, dattebayo..” Naruto muttered grabbing the black cat that was trying to get away and used her as a pillow to hug. Sasuke shook his head, but couldn’t supress a small smile. Naruto was adorable.

“Maybe if you were being nicer, I wouldn’t have such a hard time.”

Sasuke sighed deeply and mockingly began calling: “Sweetie, Baby, darling, Bambi, cutie pie, my one and only, sun of my moon-“

“OK-“ Naruto rolled on his back, and the black cat took her opportunity to get away an jump on the nightstand.

“The line goes, ‘Moon of my life’ and you would’ve known that if you watched HBO with me.”  Naruto sat up and rubbed his eyes before looking up at Sasuke.

“Whatever,” The Uchiha sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down on his husband. They have been married for a while now,  ever since they were twenty-eight and ran off and got eloped. Now they are thirty-three and still madly in love. It was so odd how opposite attract.

Naruto had ocean blue eyes, blond short hair, his left ear was covered in piercings, he had snake-bite piercings and another piercing in eyebrow. His right arm was covered in colourful tattoos, the colour orange sticking out the most because of the nine tailed fox on his upper arm. His stomach had some ancient sealing tattooed on it and his left arm was covered till his elbow, one of the tattoos was Sasuke’s name in hiragana. It is insane to tattoo your back then boyfriend’s name on your arm, but to be fair, he lost a bet with Sasuke and till now did not come to regret it.

Naruto was a nice person, pure hearted and good to the bones. He was friendly, helped everybody he could. He was kind and easy to talk to. He could even befriend the worst person on the earth and even they would end up caring about him.

Sasuke was the opposite of this. He had dark eyes that almost appeared to be black, his hair was midnight blue and his skin didn’t have any art on it or metal in it.  He was cold and always saw the worst in people.

He leaned in and kissed Naruto’s forehead. Naruto smiled at this. They’ve been married for five years and yet every small bit of soft affection from Sasuke made his heart pound like a pre-teen madly in love.

“Fine, fine I’ll hit the shower.” Naruto said, getting up from the floor. “But I’ll get to choose the music on our way to Madara.”

“Fine,” Sasuke agreed “You know what you are going to wear?”

“Uhm...My orange sweater.” Naruto looked over at Sasuke, seeing his expression change ever so slightly.

“I guess…Just jeans with a shirt-“

Sasuke’s face did it again.

“….I go naked?” Naruto raised a questionable eyebrow.

Sasuke’s face did it a third time

“Uhm….What am I going to wear?” Naruto asked feeling the pressure of judgement on his shoulders.

“Well, I guess if you want me to choose what you wear today. I guess I can take a minute to think about it.”

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t been thinking about what I should be wearing all night.”

“Nonsense.” Sasuke said, and it sounded almost believable if it wasn’t for that slight twitch of his lip that formed a minor smirk.

Naruto shook his head.

“The first then minutes I was thinking about what I was going to wear.” Sasuke said.

Naruto gave his husband a small smile and headed to the bathroom where he proceeded to get ready for the day.  He felt a bit hesitant because although he loved Sasuke and his family very much, his family had the tendency to be extremely…Savage. Naruto wasn’t sure if it was normal. He was an orphan ever since he could remember. He did not have any siblings, cousins, uncles or aunts. He didn’t know what was appropriate and what was normal. Sasuke was really close with his family. Ever since his mother died and his father wanted nothing to do with him. His brother and three cousins were always there for him. They were very important to Sasuke and so they were important to Naruto too. He sighed as he pulled on the clothes Sasuke had picked out for him and headed to the kitchen.

“How old is Obito now anyway?” Sasuke asked, he was sitting down on the bar table, apparently texting his brother.

“Turning eleven, I believe.” Naruto said, grabbing something to eat.  Sasuke looked up from his phone to his husband and seemed generally pleased.

“You look handsome,” Sasuke commented, leaning over the bar table. Naruto smiled and leaned in to kiss Sasuke.

“What should we get him?” Naruto asked, “I was thinking-“

“A hunting knife.” Sasuke said absent minded as he read a message Itachi send him.

“He is eleven…” Naruto said, leaning on the table and giving his husband a questionable look.

“Yeah he could have some practice before he turns thirteen and Madara drops him off in the forest for a week to fend for himself.”

Naruto’s expression changed to one of horror before he could see Sasuke look up and give him a soft small smile.

“Joking.” He said before putting his phone down.

“What were you thinking?” Sasuke asked, giving his full attention to Naruto now.

“Video game. It is a bit expensive…And we would probably have to get two…” Naruto had a small grin on his face seeing Sasuke look slightly confused, “Because I kind of want to have the same game.”

“But it isn’t your birthday.” Sasuke said.

“But it will be in like eight months!” Naruto laughed, “I am an adult, I am going to get that game.”

“Sure,” Sasuke said, “then use your own credit cards except of your joined debit card.”

“Boy, when the Korean Elvis married us, you knew what you were getting into.” Naruto laughed, “A public school art teacher who is seriously underpaid.”

“But did you finish that other game that was almost sixty bucks?” Sasuke asked, folding his arms. “I thought we made a promise that you will have to finish a game before you buy another.”

Naruto raised an eyebrow and put his glass of apple juice down before walking towards the bookshelf and grabbed a book turning to Sasuke.

“Did you finish this?” He asked.

Sasuke eyed the book before looking Naruto straight in the eye.

“Yes.” He lied almost convincingly.

“How did it end?” Naruto asked.

“….They got married.” Sasuke remained his straight face.

“Did they though?” Naruto opened the book and looked at the last page. “No, they all die.” Naruto said, pushing the book back on the shelf hearing Sasuke whisper: “Spoilers much…”

He grabbed another book and held it up.

“So you haven’t finish that book and yet…These three books appeared out of nowhere on the shelf.”

“Yeah it is crazy how books just….Appear….” Sasuke sighed looking at Naruto giving him a ‘are you kidding me’ expression, “Alright buy the game.” Sasuke gave in.

They headed To the store to get the gift and headed towards Madara that was a two hour drive to his house in the suburbs. Madara was a men that was very well off. His house had five bedrooms and a huge garden. It was only him and his two sons, Obito and Tobi. His wife and him got divorced three years ago, but they remain on good terms. They went around the back and walked inside the garden. There was a swing set where Itachi was pushing his daughter, Naori. And Shisui was pushing his daughter, Mirai. The girls were laughing and shouting to go higher and higher. Up on the tree house Tobi and Obito, chasing one another.

“UNCLE SASUKE!” Obito shouted from on top of his longs. He slid down the purple turbo tube slide . He ran up to Sasuke and wrapped his arms around the men’s waist and hugged him tightly.

“Happy birthday,” Sasuke patting the boy’s head.

“I’m so glad you came!” The boy said excitedly.

“We got you something very good,” Naruto said, handing Obito the present. “It is actually PG 13,” Naruto whispered.

“Presents after dinner!” Madara shouted from the BBQ grill. He was wearing an apron saying  ‘kiss the cook’. Obito had a pouting expression on his face.

“Uncle Naruto!” Naori and Mirai ran from the swing to Naruto and jumped at him. Tobi wrapped his arms around Naruto’s left arm and Mirai on his right one. Naori hugged his leg as she was just tall enough to reach Naruto’s thigh.

“I drew a cat. You wanna see. You wanna see!” Naori grabbed Naruto’s free arm.

“I drew a dog!” Tobi exclaimed.

“I drew unicorn!” Mirai added.

“Naori, Tobi, Mirai let your uncle Naruto first have a drink first, alright.” Itachi told his daughter and nephew. They both looked sad for a moment and so did Naruto. He looked over at Sasuke.

“Oh just go. Stay hydrated” He said, causing all four to smile again and run inside.

Itachi sighed and looked at his younger brother.

“How have you been, little brother.” He let his hand run down Sasuke’s hair, fixing it slightly on the sides.

“I am thirty-three, can you stop calling me little,” Sasuke said slightly annoyed as he tried pushing his brother’s hand away.

“You could be eighty-two and I still see that little boy running after me and begging me to play with him.” He laughed seeing Sasuke’s slightly embarrassed face.

“Oh remember when he was a baby and kept crawling towards you. Adorable!” Shisui tried to pinch Sasuke’s cheek, but Sasuke had no problem to slap his hand away as soon as it approached him.

“Don’t Shisui, you know he’s a cop now.” Itachi chuckled.

“I’m a detective.” Sasuke corrected his brother, but his words went unnoticed.

They walked up to the patio where the other members of the Uchiha-family were.

“Sasuke, I’m so happy to see you.” Izumi, Itachi’s wife, said as she got up from the chair and gave Sasuke a big hug. She has known him for almost twelve year and still managed to be oblivious to the fact that Sasuke did not like people inside his personal space. He decided to let it slide, yet another time, she did gave birth to his niece after-all. Kurenai, Shisui’s wife, did respect his personal space and greeted him with a simple nod.

“Oh the handsome Uchiha came too,” Mei, Madara’s ex-wife, walked outside, holding two cold beers in her hand. “I’m glad seeing you here again,” she said handing him a cold one and proceeded to smack his ass before sitting down between Kurenai and Izumi. Sasuke had an annoyed expression on his face, glaring at her. She smirked, taking a sip from her beer before putting her hands up and saying, “arrest me officer!”

The awkward tension was shrinking when Madara called for Sasuke: “ Hey Sasgay! Hey Sasgay!” he sniggered at his joke before pointed at the sausage on the grill.

“You want the sausage!” He laughed like he was the villain of a Disney movie.

“I would Maddy but you don’t seem to have it.” Sasuke said, causing Shisui, Kurenai and Izumi to laugh while Itachi tried to hold back his smile.

“Confirmed, it ain’t impressive!” Mei said loudly, “you would think with that bush of untamed hair you would have a-“

Mei was interrupted by the sound of something falling and breaking inside the house followed by Naruto’s voice shouting: “EVERYTHING IS FINE! NOTHING IS BROKEN!”

“I swear to God if that is my mother’s ashes…”

“I be damn happy the ugly urn is out of my house.” Mei finished Madara’s sentence for him. They shared a look and a grin. Even though they were divorced they were great co-parents with the occasional booty call. How they worked…It was a mystery to almost everybody present.

“Nah seems to be the Chinese vase they broke,” Sasuke said looking through the window.

“I thought the purpose of an adult watching over the kids was so they would not break anything.” Kurenai stated.

“Naruto is a slightly taller child,” Mei chuckled “By now you should know that.” She turned her gaze back at Sasuke, her eyes were looking at him like he was some sort of not so secret sexual desire of hers.

“I don’t understand, how are you gay?” Mei said, “I get if you are an ass kind of men, but women have asshole’s too.” She raised an eyebrow.  “We’ve all done butt-stuff, right ladies!” she looked at Kurenai and Izumi that looked away, not willing to participate in the conversation. The awkward tension was back.

“Fine,” Mei sighed, a bored look took over, “But then why not a rich sugar daddy why a mere professor?”  

“Professor?”  Sasuke frowned slightly, “He teaches public school.”

“Oh, poor soul.” Madara said. “You know, I have a pretty good divorce lawyer…And he is also very into ass.”

“I get why you two were married…”Sasuke muttered and shook his head at Madara before looking back at Shisui.

“When is Izuna going to be here?” He asked.

“He said he was stuck in traffic-“

“That’s code for not having left the building yet,” Sasuke said, rolling his eyes.

Maybe if Izuna got here he could take some of the heat off Sasuke. Izuna was quite the hot mess of the family. He would have been able to swift the conversation away from Sasuke.

Sasuke took a sip from his beer before looking at the cool box and pushing it away from the door opening to the side. It caused most of the others to give him a slightly odd look, but soon their questions were answered when Obito, Mirai, Tobi and Naori ran from the back door in the garden, all four not looking in front of them as they rushed towards the tree house. Naruto ran outside getting a strange looks from his in-laws.

“…We’re playing a game….” He said.

“Naruto, you don’t have to look after the children. They’ll be fine as long as they are in our view.” Izumi said, “sit down, you want a beer?”

Naruto’s expression stiffened and Sasuke had a small smile on his face.

“Yeah…I would do that but…You know…We’re playing tag and you know…I am ‘it’ so…..” Naruto slowly walked away before sprinting off.

“He would make a great father, don’t you think?” Kurenai stated, getting an agreeing nods from Itachi and Shisui.

“Speaking of children-“

Sasuke rolled his eyes, he couldn’t believe how un-smooth they managed to swift the conversation to yet another sensitive topic.

“I don’t think so-“ Sasuke was quickly interrupted by Mei

“I would be honoured to be like your surrogate.” Mei said and for a moment Itachi looked very weirded out. He gave his brother a quick look and shook his head.

“No…” Sasuke said.

“Adoption is great too.” Shisui said. “We’re actually talking about adopting a second child.”

“Why you have good swimmers yourself, don’t you?” Madara commented.

“It is not about being fertile-“

“We’re bored already,” Madara added.

The door bell rung and Madara looked annoyed.

“it is probably Izuna,” Itachi said, “forgot to use the back door as stated in the evite.”

Madara walked back inside the house as Sasuke looked at the tree house where he could see Mirai, Naori and Obito ,Naruto and Tobi.  He headed towards it.

Sasuke didn’t know how he got the ability to sense something going wrong before it happened, but he knew he become like this after Naruto and he moved in together.

“Hey Naruto,” he called out. Not a moment later his husband looked down.  “I don’t think the tree house was built for more than two children-“

“Looks pretty steady to me.” right as he said that Mirai screamed at the sight of a spider and bumped right onto Obito that fell over the wooden window. Obito screamed but was saved by Sasuke  who caught him in his arms. Obito stopped screaming and wrapped his arms around sasuke hugging him tightly.

“I’m so sorry!” Mirai shouted.

“Enough, everybody out of the tree house. That includes you Naruto.” Sasuke said with a strict voice. He was just happy no other adult has seen Obito fall down or else he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Owh men…” Naruto turned his head to Mirai, “you ruined it for all of us.”

“Thanks uncle Naruto…” You could see the slight annoyance on her face.

“Can I go from the turbo tube slide !” Naruto shouted as the children climbed down the ladder.

“It is designed for children, not grown men.” Sasuke said.

“I bet I fit in there…” Naruto said eyeing the turbo tube slide ��before diving head first in it. Sasuke could hear Naruto get stuck at the turn of the tube slide.

Sasuke put Obito on the ground, the boy was shaking.

“Get over yourself, you aren’t hurt.” Sasuke said harshly before walking to the end of the turbo tube slide .

“You’re stuck, aren’t you?” He asked squatting down at the end of the turbo tube slide .

“No….” He could hear Naruto’s voice echo. He couldn’t see him, it was too dark inside the purple tube.

“I told you not to. Do I need to call the fire department….Again?” he sighed. He really didn’t want to explain for a second time to the firefighters that Naruto was his husband, a thirty-three year old men and mentally not behind in a…Diagnosable way.

“No! I can totally get out of here!” Naruto shouted back. Sasuke shook his head while feeling somebody tap his shoulder. He didn’t want to hear any of his family’s mockery so he pushed the hand away without looking behind him.

“Not now, I’m busy because an idiotic moron got himself stuck inside a children’s turbo tube slide ! AND NEVER LISTENED TO ME!” Sasuke shouted the last part right inside the tube slide so Naruto could hear it echo.  

“I’m sorry….” He could hear a slight mumble coming back.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and sighed deeply before turning around, expecting to see his brother, but the moment he did. His heart stopped beating and his body stiffened. His expression changed from annoyed to ultimately shocked.

Standing right in front of him was Fugaku Uchiha, his father, who he hadn’t seen or spoken to in ten years. The men who had belittled him, crushed him and abandoned him. The man that made every bit of love, happiness and light disappear from Sasuke’s life for the longest time.

Sasuke quickly looked in the corner of his eyes where he could see Madara, Itachi, Shisui and Izuna stand there staring at the situation speechlessly. Mei, Izumi and Kurenai looked confused. He felt like a weak hopeless child again.

“Hey! I can crawl! ” Naruto’s voice came from the slide, waking Sasuke’s up. He realised he was no longer a child he was an adult and he was a respected detective, he was married and had two cats. Yet his husband is stuck in a purple turbo tube slide for a second time in his life.

“Father…” Sasuke spoke softly.

“You look just like your mother.”

“That is not much of a compliment for an adult men.”

“It wasn’t meant as one. It’s an observation.”

“Very well.”  Sasuke lowered his eyes, even when he tried to remind himself he was an adult his father did manage to get the upper hand and make him feel worthless.

“I see you got married” He indicated to the ring on Sasuke’s finger.

Just before Fugaku could say something else, he could hear a scream coming form the tube slide. Naruto slit out of the slide, head first, and landed on the ground. He groaned when his back hit the grass and looked up at the sky seeing his husband’s face giving him a concerned look and a grumpy old men giving him the most disgusted look he had ever seen somebody give him.

Naruto set up, rubbed the back of his head before standing up. From the conversation he heard from inside the tube slide, he wished he could have stayed stuck there for a little longer.  

“Uhm…Hey…I’m Naruto….” Naruto said, getting up and extending his hand to Fugaku, he looked down at Naruto’s left hand, seeing a wedding ring, before looking at the extended hand in front of him.

He remained quiet.

  TO BE CONTINUED

[mimixis]

Towards the sun - Part 2: Dancing queen

Paring: Ivar x OC

Word Count: 1988

Summary: Pia just wanted to go to work, but oh well, shit happens.

AN: Here’s Part 2 of Towards the sun. I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much as Part 1 or maybe even more. :D Ifnyou want to be tagged, let me know. :)

(Part 1)

Pia was used to the enthusiastic crowds.

She went on sales, to the concerts. And for God's sake, she lived in London for over twenty years. That's why she knew it wasn't the crowd that was her problem. 

In addition, because of Ivar's presence, people weren't standing close to them. On the one hand, she enjoyed having her personal space unaffected, but on the other, she was doomed to be alone with Ivar.

During the ritual. She was to stand next to Ivar during the Viking ritual. She wrote about it in one of her assignments in high school and knew there would be a lot of blood. And that worried her. Because of that her hands and back were covered with sweat, she was feeling nauseous, and she wanted to escape far away from here. Which she tried to do, but the darkness surrounding her and Ivar's hand on her calf had changed her mind.

“Do I really have to watch it?” she asked in a weak voice.

"Yes," he answered. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down so she would kneel beside him, while he was sitting on the log. “You must look at it. You are a gift from the gods, and he is a gift for them.”

Pia looked at the man who was walking toward the woman with an owl on her shoulder. In her papers, she described many forms of rituals over the centuries, and the Vikings were only a small part of what she wrote about, so she had many questions that were demanding to be answered this very moment. She rested her elbows on Ivar's thigh to get a little more comfortable. Thanks to that she saw how on the other side of the boy appeared a tall man and a woman with a teenage girl at her side. They talked to Ivar, and he put his fingers in her hair.

Pia's eyes met the girl's gaze. She looked different from others, and Pia decided she must have been taken away on one of their raids. The woman who embraced her did it too hard, or the girl didn't enjoy the hug very much. Pia asked in Spanish if the girl needed help and the girl immediately revived. She talked about how Vikings killed her parents and kidnapped her.

The girl's knowledge was much greater than she expected. She knew Spanish, but it was not her native language. Her accent was too hearable. She also knew the people who were keeping her against her will, and she managed to learn a few words from their language.

Pia stood up when the girl began to wriggle in the woman's grip and when she succeeded, she ran to her and hid behind her back. Tall man stopped the woman from throwing herself at them and calmed her down.

"We'll talk about it after the ritual," Ivar said in a low voice, his eyes never breaking away from the harsh scene that had taken place before them. “Now watch.”

Pia didn't want to, she really did not want to watch it, but... Something pulled her in. She watched as the man willingly impaled himself on the blade. Blood ran down on his stomach, and he fell to his knees. Pia pressed the girl's face closer to her chest, not wanting her to see his death. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ivar leaning forward, thrilled by the sight of blood.

Pia hid her face in the girl's hair. She didn't know what worried her more. The fact that the sight of the murder didn't bother her, or the familiar feeling of lust that had burnt her, when she looked at Ivar.

;:;

Pia had to let Tanaruz go, no matter how the girl wanted to stay. The tall man, who was introduced to her as Floki, lingered with them. He didn't leave with his wife, Helga, and their adopted daughter. This situation helped her to understand how talkative Ivar was when he was moved.

She followed them to the beach. The sand was cold, and the wind was cutting her cheeks, but it didn't bother her. She laid down on her back and stared at the sky full of stars. The men were talking to each other and Pia was too sleepy to listen to them. She curled up next to Ivar's legs like a cat, then closed her eyes. She almost fell asleep when she felt a hand on her head. She rose up. They were alone again.

“Why were you kind to that slave?”

Pia immediately sobered up. She sat on her heels and looked at the boy.

“She's scared, Ivar! She is in a new place, with strangers. She has no one here.”

“You've lost me. Are we talking about her or you?”

“Stop joking. She needs help...”

“Helga lost her daughter. That's why she acts that way,” he said, ending the topic he himself started.

Pia snorted irritated, but it only amused Ivar more. She changed her position and now sat beside him, resting her arm on his. Ivar put his hand on her knee, and Pia felt at home. She imagined that she was still in her small town, sitting on the beach with a newly met boy and was ready to show him her lace underwear.

How much she wanted it to be true. How she wanted it all to be a dream. But everything felt too real. She sighed and shifted her gaze to Ivar. He was looking at their hands, which they had joined together a few minutes ago. Pia was here only for a few hours, but she did notice some facts about Ragnar's son.

He wasn't close to his brothers. Well, maybe one of them seemed interested in his well-being. Only Ubbe spoke to Ivar, using the gentle tone of voice. Hvitserk was nice enough, but his behaviour suggested he considered himself to be better than his brother. Bjorn and Sigurd didn't even try to hide their dislike. Other people's behaviour was similar. They avoided Ivar and Pia was not sure if things were like that because he was disabled or because of his... originality.

Floki, however, seemed to be his good friend. They knew each other well and Ivar trusted him. Even more than Ubbe. She also learned that he has a disturbing fetish of knives and blood.

"It's kind of funny," she said, clearing her throat. Ivar hmmed, letting her know he was listening. “When we first met, I felt like a rabbit trying to escape the big bad wolf, and now I imagine improper things about you.”

Ivar's thumb stopped forming circles on her palm. Pia looked at him from under the fan of dark lashes. His eyes were shining, he moistened his lips and focused his attention on her. Only now she noticed how young his face looked. Her fingers created a route from his eyebrows, through his nose to his lips.

“How old are you, Ivar?” she asked and immediately regretted her decision when he answered. She moved away from him. “Seventeen? You are seventeen years old?”

“Is that a problem?”

In a sense, it was. She was legal, he was not. She was five years older than him, and Pia wouldn't allow herself to be in this situation if she still was in the twenty-first century. But she was not. This was the Viking Age, and they didn't worry about such things. Purely theoretically, they were both mature. She put her lips to his cheek.

“No,” she smiled and stood up, dusting off the sand. “Now come on, I left my backpack in that big hall, and I want to smoke. And I'm hungry too.”

;:;

“They think you're a völva.”

Pia looked from the goblet full of alcohol to Ivar. She raised an eyebrow up in a questioning gesture. They sat at the same table, with the same people, in the same place. From the crowd and ale, it got hot. She pulled off her jacket and sweater, staying only in a white shirt. She put her hat and scarf in her backpack. Her belly was full, and she was sleepy, but she tried to look solemn.

“And who völva is?” she asked, moving her gaze to the observing them Ivar’s brothers.

They had not exchanged a word since they entered, and Pia probably knew the reason. Ivar felt either rejected or embarrassed. Now she knew it was the second one.

“It's a female shaman, a woman who sees the future.”

“I'm not a seer, I'm from the future, Ivar. I don't think you understand English equally well as I thought.”

"I understood everything perfectly," he replied, putting his hand on the back of her neck. “You do not understand your role. And if you're from the future, it means you've seen it.”

Pia blinked several times, she had to admit that his logic made sense. She laughed loudly, not caring she would attract others attention even more. She broke off a piece of bread from the plate and put it in her mouth, still chuckling.

"So I'm a witch," she said, looking for a woman with a jug. She smiled and lifted her cup up, asking for a refill. “Did I bewitch you, Ivar?”

She took a sip of beer, looking at Ivar's reaction. It took him a moment to understand her cheesy joke, but when he did, he beamed. He understood her attempt to flirt and apparently liked it. She put her hand on his cheek, then combed his hair with her fingers. She couldn't believe how breathtaking he was.

Pia wanted to kiss him here and now, ignoring the presence of assembled Vikings. She also knew when the alcohol stopped to swim in her blood, she would regret it. Ivar's hand moved to her thigh, and she didn't mind it.

“Not only me, lítit dróttning*” he laughed.

Pia hit him gently on the shoulder, wanting to get rid of the sexual tension between them, and then stuck out her tongue.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, and Pia understood, that he didn't know the gesture. Ivar caught her chin with his two fingers, drew her face closer and told her to put out her tongue again. “What is it?”

"Tongue ring," she replied, putting it back, then showed her ears, in which there was a lot of earrings. Then she leaned back, lifted her shirt up so he could see her pierced belly button. “I have one here too.”

Ivar's fingers went to her belly, and he played with her gem. Suddenly the room became even hotter, a shiver passed through her body, and she could bet that Ivar had noticed goose bumps on her exposed skin. Pia used the music that Sigurd began to play as an excuse to leave the table and started to dance.

It wasn't the music she listens to or usually danced to, but it wasn't bad. It reminded her of the folk songs that her mother listened to. She raised her hands and swayed her hips. Firstly, she slowly made eights with them, then she sped up and added twirling. She waved her hair, laughed and acted as if nobody was watching her.

When Sigurd stopped playing, Pia gasped and was ready to think she would lose the button from the top of her shirt, because of all that breathing. She returned to the table, but this time she scrambled to Ivar's lap, she drank ale and lit a cigarette. When she did a trick with smoke that flowed from her mouth to nose, she looked at Hvitserk, who seemed shocked. Pia felt it wasn't because of the cigarette.

"Ivar, I want to do something," she whispered seductively, not noticing his surprised but satisfied face. “Just don't cough, okay?”

Pia took a drag and then kissed Ivar, breathing smoke into his lungs.

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lítit dróttning* - little queen

@unicornbaby741 @ivarandersen @jamierdr

[needdl]

Morning, Afternoon, and Evening

Part Two: Evening

this has been up on FFN and A03 for a while now. uhhhhh sorry tumblr.

Neji and Tenten drove Hui Na to Lee’s dojo a little after six, and she could hardly contain herself in her excitement. Her judo lessons were one of her favorite parts of the week.

The first time she’d worn her judo gear, Tenten had nearly cried over how tiny and cute and fierce she was. Neji had taken about one billion pictures and sent them to his cousins and uncle, who were all very proud.

Lee actually had a picture of himself and Hui Na after her first tournament, which he kept on his desk in his office. He also had another hanging on the wall, and a third at his home. Lee was nothing if not a very enthusiastic uncle.

In any case, Hui Na was just as determined and hard-working as her parents, and she applied herself diligently to practicing judo even on days when she didn’t have lessons- something that Neji and Tenten had never told her to do. Her dedication showed- she was the top of her class. (Which consisted of easily distracted toddlers, but still. They were very proud.)

Tenten walked Hui Na into the building as Neji waited in the car, holding her hand as they crossed the parking lot. Hui Na’s “Uncle Sensei”  hugged them both enthusiastically when they entered, and in the chaos of a dozen toddlers and children putting their shoes in little cubby holes Tenten made quick plans for Lee to go out with her and Neji for drinks in the coming week.

(Hui Na would go visit her great-uncle Hiashi or Auntie Hanabi for the night, which was always something she enjoyed.)

Tenten kissed Hui Na goodbye (a little cautiously, what with her new anti-kissing stance), and headed back out to the car. She slid into the seat and propped her head back on the headrest with a sigh, then turned to face Neji.

“So, we’ve got about forty-five minutes of us time. Want to go get some kissing in, away from an offended child’s eyes?”

“Certainly,” Neji said smoothly, catching her hand in his and twining their fingers together. He brought it to his lips and mouthed at it softly, which made Tenten let out a little squeak.

He chuckled and dropped her hand, turning the keys in the ignition and pulling back out of the parking spot. Tenten reached out to massage the tense muscles at the base of his head, rubbing her thumb firmly over the skin. It was a habit of hers she’d developed after a particularly stressful week for Neji- his grandfather had made some highly bigoted statements to the press, and the entire family had been under scrutiny.

(Fortunately, nobody Neji was immediately related to agreed with his grandfather, and those who did weren’t people he associated with anyway. Hiashi had gone so far as to cut off ties completely with his own father- which in all likelihood came as a huge relief to him. The former patriarch of the Hyuga family was not a good man, and Neji had confided in Tenten that he strongly suspected him of verbal and physical abuse to his wife and children.)

Now nearly every time Tenten was in the passenger seat next to him, she’d reach out to him. Sometimes she rubbed at tense muscles, sometimes she played with his hair, and sometimes she just stroked his skin.

They pulled into their driveway and into the garage, and Tenten was chewing her lip in thought as they entered their home. Neji was headed straight to the bedroom, which made her grin.

She followed him up, then paused, taking in their room. It was a little messy, at was the case since Hui Na had been born, with piles of laundry and an assortment of items from her work that she kept meaning to put in the home office.

Neji noticed that her attention was elsewhere, and gently drew her chin up to meet her eyes. “Tennie?”

She chewed her lip again, thoughts racing, before clearing her throat. “I, um, I have something I want to ask about.”

Neji raised his eyebrows, a quiet prompt for her to continue. She motioned to the bed, and he sat, pulling her with him so she stood between his legs, arms resting on his shoulders.

“Okay, so-" It was the oddest thing. She’d been thinking about this for several weeks now, and she still was having trouble verbalizing it.

“You remember after Hui Na was born, I got an IUD?” Neji nodded slowly. “Well, it’s about at the end of its span, so I was wondering… if- if I should get another one, or if we want to start trying.”

Neji stared up at her, eyes wide and mouth just slightly agape. She rushed on. “I mean, Hui Na is in preschool, I have a pretty flexible schedule-"

Neji was beginning to smile, and Tenten continued on, encouraged. “And she’s five next year, it seems like good timing.”

“It does,” Neji agreed quietly, still staring up at her in that slightly starstruck way. “And this… this is something you want?”

She grinned, still a little nervous. “Yeah, it’s… it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot.”

Neji looked up at her, eyes wide and mouth forming a small, disbelieving smile. After a second, he grinned outright. “Then… yes. Let’s- let’s do it.”

Tenten rested her forehead on his. “Really?”

“Yes, let’s… let’s have another baby.”

Tenten closed her eyes, a wide grin on her face. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he murmured, pressing his mouth to hers.

They kissed for a few moments, mouths moving in tandem, before Tenten pulled back reluctantly and murmured, “We only have about twenty minutes before we need to leave and pick up Hui Na.”

Neji slowly drew his fingers across her lower back. “We can text Lee, and ask if he’s okay with her sticking around for fifteen minutes or so.” His hands clenched around her hips and lower back in a way he knew she liked, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Fine, but let the record show I feel slightly guilty about it.”

“Fifteen minutes of extra sparring time with her Uncle Sensei? She’ll be thrilled.”

“True.” Tenten kissed him again, then drew her phone from her pocket and unlocked it. As she typed, Neji slid her capris down her legs. “Subtle,” she told him drily.

He shoved up her shirt and pressed a kiss to the soft skin. “No time to lose.”

“It’s not like we can get pregnant right this second. My birth control is still effective.”

Neji paused. Finally, he said, very seriously, “Practice makes perfect,” and pulled her down with him to lay on the bed.

Tenten laughed and straddled his waist. “Well, that works for me.”

Hui Na was ecstatic to have extra time at her dojo lesson, and spent much of the ride home trying to persuade her parents to let it happen every lesson.

“Lovie, your Uncle Lee can’t be there for extra time every night.”

“Hm, okay. What if I practice all by myself?”

They both paused for a second, before Neji asked, “All by yourself in the dojo?”

“Yep.”

“I- no, that won’t work either. Maybe Uncle Lee can practice with you sometimes during weekends, okay?”

Hui Na frowned and kicked her legs, the closest she ever really came to a meltdown. She sulked all through the ride home, and refused their offer to stop at a bakery for treats on the way home.

She brightened when they offered to let her watch a movie, and picked out The Lion King- an unsurprising choice, as it had been her favorite for several months running.

Hui Na settled herself on the couch with the air of a queen sitting in a throne, then turned to her parents. “Mama, you sit here,” she instructed, pointing at her side, “And dada, you sit here.” They sat as instructed, so Hui Na was sandwiched between them. Just before they started the movie, she said “Oh! Wait please,” and took off for the upstairs.

They watched her go, baffled. Upstairs they could hear her feet thumping across the hall, then a scuffling sound.

“Is…” Tenten listened intently, eyes squinted in concentration. “Is she in our room?”

“It sounds like it. What is she doing?”

Hui Na’s little footsteps thumped back down the stairs, and she entered the living room holding a bundle of cloth. “Here, mama. You wear this one, and I’ll wear this one, and dada wear this one.”

Tenten looked at the bundle that her daughter had deposited in her lap. It was one of Neji’s sweatshirts.

A few weeks previous, when it was just Hui Na and Tenten for the night, the two of them had raided Neji’s closet for his coziest sweaters to wear during their movie. (Incidentally, The Lion King.) Apparently, it was an activity that Hui Na had enjoyed, because here she was repeating it.

Hui Na’s borrowed sweatshirt reached well past her knees, and the sleeves hung over her hands. She held them out patiently to Neji, who folded them over for her, his own sweatshirt in place.

Tenten pulled on her assigned sweatshirt. Privately, she thought she’d gotten the best end of the shirt distribution- it was Neji’s preferred sweatshirt, and was ridiculously soft and cozy. It smelled like a mixture of his shampoo and cologne, and she filled her lungs with the scent as she adjusted the fit.

Properly attired, Hui Na nodded in satisfaction. “Okay, I’m all ready now. Thank you for waiting.”

“Of course, lovie. Thank you for bringing us the sweatshirts.”

“You’re welcome!”

Neji started playing the movie, and Hui Na sat back into the couch with a quiet, content little sigh. Her legs stuck out straight in front of her, with only her feet dangling over the edge.

As the movie progressed, Hui Na slowly tipped against Neji’s side, and after the stampede scene she started sniffling. “Hui Na, sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked softly. She nodded, her chin wobbling. “Come here, little bird.” He lifted her into his lap and settled his arm around her. She tucked herself against his chest with a little sob, eyes on the movie even as she gripped his hand in both of hers.

Tenten watched the interaction from her side of the couch with a soft smile. After a second Hui Na turned to face her with tear-filled eyes. “Mama, you come here too. I got sad.”

Tenten stretched out so her head was on the other side of Neji’s lap, reaching up to thumb away some of the tears that were falling down Hui Na’s round little face. “Yeah, it’s a sad part of the movie, isn’t it?”

“Yep.” Hui Na grabbed Tenten’s hand and held onto a few of her fingers, turning her attention back to the screen. A few seconds later, Neji started rhythmically carding his fingers through Tenten’s hair.

By the time the movie ended, Tenten was snoring softly in Neji’s lap, one hand resting on Hui Na as Neji kept stroking her hair. Hui Na, who had remained riveted to the screen, finally noticed that her mother was drooling a few inches away from her.

She glanced up at Neji, eyes wide. “Mama’s sleeping,” she whispered. Neji nodded and murmured, “We should probably wake her up so she can go to bed, huh?”

“Okay.” She whispered. She reached out and tapped on Tenten’s cheek with a few fingers, whispering “Mama. Mama. Mama.”

Neji fought back a laugh. “Here, sweetheart, let me do it.” He shook Tenten’s shoulder, and she stirred and let out a little grunt.

“Tenten,” he said.

“’M sleepin’. Go ’way.”

He shook her again. “Tenten-” She smacked his hand away, which made Hui Na let out a little chortle. “Mama! That’s so rude!”

Tenten poked a finger against Hui Na’s nose. “Shhhh. Sleep time.”

Hui Na turned to look up at Neji, raising her hand and widening her eyes in a “can you believe this” kind of gesture. He laughed, and lifted Hui Na off his lap to set her on the ground.

“Alright, how about you and I go get you to bed and I’ll make sure mama gets up later?”

“Okay.” Hui Na watched as he gently lifted Tenten’s head off his lap and onto the couch cushion, then raised her arms up. “Will you carry me?”

The sight of his daughter, wrapped up in his sweatshirt that was much too big, reaching up towards him while swaying sleepily on her feet, made his chest ache.

He picked her up and tucked her against his side, pressing a kiss to her head as she rested it on his shoulder with a sigh. They headed up the stairs and into Hui Na’s room, and he helped her change into her pajamas and brush her teeth.

They had a little dispute over bedtime stories- Hui Na demanded her usual three, but because she had watched a movie that night, and because it was already past her bedtime, Neji would only read her one.

Eventually, he had to tell her that she could have one story or no stories, and she acquiesced. She was nodding off in his lap by the time he was halfway through, and when he finished the book he lifted her into bed without a fuss.

“Good night, Hui Na. I love you.”

“Night night, dada. I love you too. Will you tell mama ’night for me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Night night.”

“Good night.” He kissed her cheek and quietly exited the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

The master bedroom was still dark, but Neji could hear soft movement downstairs. He descended the steps and found Tenten in the kitchen, putting away the dishes they’d used for dinner. She still had his sweatshirt on, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

She saw him come down the stairs and turned to face him with a small smile. “She go down okay?”

“Yes.” He crossed to where she stood in front of the sink and wrapped his arms around her, softly nipping at the skin on her neck. She let out a little squawk.

“Neji! What’re you trying to do?”

He pulled away and smirked down at her, eyes glinting. “Do try to remember, Tenten. We need to get in some practice.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re corny.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re hot.”

“I-” His face burned. “Thank you, I suppose.”

“You’ve got an ass that just doesn’t quit.”

“Tenten-”

“Dreamy eyes.”

“Alright, I get it-”

“Incredible facial structure, the prettiest hair in all the land-” Neji cut her off with a swift peck to her lips.

“I get it, let’s go have sex.”

“Way to seduce me, babe. Now I’m just itching to get in your pants.”

Neji sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Tenten.”

“Neji.” She leaned up and kissed him softly, then ordered, “Okay, now carry me upstairs.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You did it for Hui Na-”

“Yes, Hui Na the toddler, who was practically falling asleep.”

“It’ll be romantic! I thought you were into that kind of shit, remember our six-month anniversary when we first started dating, and you filled my office at the museum with flowers-”

Neji smiled in recollection. “You did seem to like that a lot, when you were able to look me in the eye.”

“What?” Tenten blinked, confused. “When I could…?”

“The reason I don’t do more large romantic gestures, Tenten, is because every time I do,” he slid his hand under her shirt to feel the warm skin on her back, “you get very shy. You blush constantly, you always duck your chin-”

“I do not-”

“Tennie, just this morning I kissed your palm and you went bright red.”

She gaped at him, jaw working, before shaking herself off and declaring, “Just because I blush sometimes-”

Before she had a chance to think, Neji stooped down and quite literally swept her off her feet, hooking her legs over one arm and supporting her back with the other. Startled, she flung her arms around his neck and clung to him until she was settled, then twisted her head to stare at him.

He met her gaze steadily, softening his look into something that was unmistakably tender. Slowly, a blush rose over her cheeks and she whipped her head away again, detangling her arms from around his neck so she could cover her face with her hands.

“Fine, fine, you’re right- shut up!”

Neji chuckled and started towards the steps, still carrying his wife. “Well, as you demanded, I’ll carry you upstairs.”

“Great,” she muttered against her palms. He paused in front of the switches to the kitchen lights. “Will you-” she smacked out her hand and turned off the lights. “Thank you.”

He headed up the stairs, feeling remarkably unstrained by her weight, and deposited her softly on the bed without bothering to turn on the lights. He reached down to lift her chin and kissed her softly, fitting their lips together and slowly twining his fingers through her hair. She shivered, and he stroked the skin behind her ears and gently let them both fall onto the mattress.

They laid side by side on the bed, arms wrapped around one another. Between kisses, Tenten muttered, “This seems a little high school.”

“Well, we never did anything like this with each other in high school.”

“Hm, I guess not. Kind of weird I never made a move, really. I was super into you even then.”

He hummed in response, distracted by warm hands sliding under his shirt to play with the waistband of his pants- gray joggers, a spontaneous gift from Tenten that was apparently as much for her as it had been for him.

She slid her hand around to cup his ass over the cloth, and he felt a flush rise on his cheeks. “Tenten.” He felt her smirk, and she kept her grip in place, mouthing at his jaw and murmuring, “I told you, my love. An ass that doesn’t quit.”

He rolled on top of her and kissed her again, one arm propping him over her and the other  reaching to hook her thigh around his waist.

As she tugged his shirt off, he replied, “And I told you. Beautiful.”

“Cheesy,” she whispered.

“Honest,” he breathed back.

“Sweet-talker.”

“For you? Certainly.”

She squeaked and covered her face again. “Ugh, Neji-”

He laughed quietly and pulled her hands away to kiss them. “You make me very romantic, Tenten. You’ll just have to suffer through it.”

[nightly1602]

Destiny Pools (ReWritten Want to keep since it’s not half bad. But totally not part of the story anymore)

Owen had always craved the bitter taste of destiny. She had seen her fair share of it take place as it wove its tricky paths around her elder brothers and sister. She had seen the way their shapes were called to a change as the fair folk tittered around them whispering the promises of fortunes and grand futures.

They had always done this for her family.

A favour given due to the heroics of some ancestor.

When Owen Kilroy watched destiny occur it always made the one in her heart, still waiting to blossom, howl in solitude.

The last one was her brother. Only three years older, he had succumbed to his change as naturally as one could in his situation.

“Leader, revolutionary.” The fair folk had chanted. “King!”

It made her antsy. Why would Riell be given such a destiny? Why would a boy of his age be granted a future with so much possibility and...well adventure?

Now that was what got her heart leaping. All Owen ever wanted was an adventure. To feel the wind in her amber hair, to feel the forest foliage tickle the skin of her gangly limbs as she ran by, to feel the excitement of change and destiny course through her veins and alight her sea-grey eyes. She wanted to hear the fae whisper stories of grand tales forged by her own hands.

Would she slay beasts? Would she scale mountains untouchable by humans? Would she stare death in the eyes and invite it for afternoon tea? Would she win battles that were outnumbered and without her favour?

What destiny would lie upon her?

“It will happen. Patience is a virtue, chrigh.” Her father would murmur as he would watch his children succumb to their destinies. He could see the want in her eyes. He could see her starvation to just be.

His thick Scottish accent would barrel itself into her ears, but she would never make a full understanding as she would watch her siblings.

The day Owen Kilroy first made her acquaintance with destiny, she was only days away from her change.

Her father could sense it. He could see the pacing, the agitation, the curling crisp movement as bone and sinew snapped and rearranged itself.

“Let’s go to the pools.” He had grumbled.

“Farris?!” Her mother snarled. “Ye ken it? They’ll tear her to bits!”

“Cara dinna fash! She’ll be fine. She’s a Kilroy through and through, they daren’t touch a hair in harm.” He snapped. “It’ll ease her. She is having difficulties.” He had whispered into his wife’s ear.

Owen had bristled. Her teeth clenched in a show of baring anger. “I am not having difficulties.”

Cara and Farris both looked to their haggard daughter. She had grown almost two inches in the past month. Her slight frame shook against the shivers of change. It would be soon, they both knew it.

“Don’t be reckless,” Cara warned heavily to her daughter who nodded.

“Aye.” Farris breathed. He clapped a massive hand on to Owen’s shoulder. “Hurry lass, the quicker we get there the better our chances.”

The pools were full to the brim as seawater crashed into the cliff overhang. Soon the tide would be able to hide the rocky openings to these grande underwater caverns. In the local mythos, the pools were where heroes had begun their journeys. It was said that they were the openings to what the sidhe called home. The ones who were either stupid enough or knowing enough only went to the pools when in need of guidance or dire situations. Those like the Kilroys used it for other purposes.

Tonight they would be used for relief.

For the dwellers of the pools, relief was far from the evening’s agenda.

“I’m not going in.” Owen had growled, clutching her abdomen as a sharp pain stabbed its way into her gut. “I can handle another day. I know I’m close Athair.”

“Go in.” He commanded sternly. “Or I’ll drag ye myself and hold you down into the waters until you pass unconscious.” He brought a cigarette to his lips, cupping his hands protectively around it as he lit the end. Smoke curled around him. “Make a decision, lass.”

Water sprayed as angry waves crashed into the rock face. Some of it rolled near her bare ankles as she watched the pool in front of her. It called to her with a pulse. It was then that the melody came it’s way into her sensitive ears. It was a soft harmony that kept in tune with the note of the sea. It urged her making her bare feet twitch in anticipation.

Come forward, pup it whispered to her. Come to our depths. Come to our lair.

She closed her eyes as she rolled up her pant legs. She discarded her heavy canvas jacket and her gray woollen sweater. She rolled the sleeves of her knit black long sleeved t-shirt as she kept eye contact with the pool.

“Resist the urge to stay too long, pup.” Her father warned as he gathered her discarded clothing. “Their calls will likely try to drown you, however, you’ll feel better once you accept it, just don’t clutch it too long. Their magic is dangerous.”

“Aye, athair. Just have my sweater close by. It’s going to be a shivering sight when I come back.” She spat back. “Amathan cac, why in the names am I doing this?” She scoffed to herself.

Traditions were an important thing within the Kilroy family and this was what pushed her onward as she pinched her nose and lept into the dark abyss of the tidal pool.

The coasts of the western Scottish isles have chilling seas. But this was a chill that Owen had never felt before in her entire short life. She had dove straight into the depths. Her body lay suspended where she could not see anything of the evening sky above her or the bottom of the sea cavern below her. Air bubbles loosened themselves from her lips as the cold struck her chest. The feeling of the change had lost itself within the frigid waters. The cavern had been created thousands of year ago with granite and lava stone leaving the pool to also take on pitch darkness. She tried to reach out to catch the sides of the cavern but her fingers could not find the rough bits of rock.

When she felt her lungs burn, she started to hear the movement of water below her. It wasn’t water per say, but the sound of something moving in the water. It wasn’t until she heard the melodic sound of underwater singing that Owen knew she had stayed too long.

She could feel jaws grab at her feet and bottom of her shirt. She tried to swim away from the drag, tried to grab any type of rock face around her to grab a grip, but her luckless self-was surely in play.

She tried to kick at the grips of her draggers when she came face to face with the creature.

It was the most elegant fea she had ever seen. She was familiar with many kinds, had even witnessed wood nymphs dancing during Samhain, but the Sidhe before her was something extraordinary.

It was a creature of feminine features. Its cheekbones were sharper than the rock faces surrounding the cliffs. It had the palest skin that almost seemed like translucent water. Its long brown hair flowed around its floating shape. Its jet black eyes bore into the awed hues of Owen. It wore a sheer white coat that clung to its slim build. Seals surrounded the two figures in the pool, their powerful tails maneuvering to the push and pull of the current in the cavern.

Owen Kilroy, The creature sighed within her mind.  I have been waiting for your arrival.

The creature’s hands cupped Owen’s jaw and drew itself closer to her person. They were chest to chest as the seals around them scattered into different paths. The creature drew closer, her lips faintly touching the teenage girl’s cheeks. Owen’s hands went to the creature’s waist, holding it steady in a daring fashion as she stared it dead in the eyes.

The creature stroked Owen’s fiery hair away to flow around her like that of the creature.

It has been a while since a wolf has come to my pools.  The creature chuckled.  I am Nia the Selkie whose territory you have entered.

The melody in Owen’s ears grew stronger and more enticing as it wound its way around her body. She hadn’t realized that the song belonged to Nia as the selkie pressed its blue-tinted lips against her jawline. She hadn’t realized she was being dragged down until those lips connected with hers.

Your shift is near. Nia purred into her mind as it hungrily kissed Owen. You will be so respected among your peers. Your strength screams immeasurable ability. You will be the downfall and the beginning of your kind. But if only you are cunning enough to escape me, pup. The selkie chuckled as teeth gently clamped around Owen’s lower lip.

The girl could feel her consciousness slipping. She hadn’t realized how long she had been in the pools. Not with the pain of her change gone to remind her of time. Not with the blackness of the pool.

Time simply did not exist when she was numb and hypnotized by the intriguing creature and its song.

Your brother was almost my new mate. The selkie sang. He almost gave me my coat until he recognized the signs of my kind. What a gentle soul. If you survive this trial you should bring him back to me, pup. Maybe you can be my new mate.

The kiss became more frantic and hungry once Owen felt the slipperiness of algae and rock at the bottoms of her feet. Seaweed wrapped itself around her ankles and midsection. Panic was long gone as her fingers dug deeply into the waist of the purring selkie. The song was now deafening as it wove its way into her mind blinding her to the fact that she was being kept stationary from the currents and from escape to the clutching weeds.

Darkness came ever closer as the last air bubbles escaped her lips. She began to move limply as the currents battered her body more roughly.

A little while longer, pup. The selkie sighed as it broke the kiss. It’s webbed thumbs drew long circles into her cheeks as it watched her eyes begin to slowly close.

A rush of water made the selkie hiss in fear.

Owen blinked slowly as the selkie disappeared, leaving her floating amongst the weeds.The song was no longer screaming in her ears but now a distant whisper.

She clung to the last millimetre of her mind as she looked to the disturbance that caused the selkie to flee.

If Owen hadn’t paid attention to the stories of her father, she would have been extremely confused as to why a dark horse was now swimming to her.

With the last bit of consciousness she had, she gave a great grin. She had succeeded in her mission. Then blackness took over her as the water horse swam closer.

She awoke to the smell of brine and decaying seaweed. She coughed up seawater as she rolled onto her stomach. Her clothing clung to her frame reminding her of how cold the waters were.

“Ah finally.” A calm voice breathed. “The young pup awakens. You Kilroys really need to come up with better family traditions. One of these days one of us is going to get lazy and leave you to the mercy of the selkies.” The womanish figure chuckled. “Aye, I guess you get to ensure if you have the fae blessing, but I mean it is quite risky. One of these days it will run out.”

Owen coughed again before she rose with a cocksure grin. “My athair says never to thank your kind, but I must say I do appreciate your services. I was sure I was a goner. The selkie was quite the songstress.”

“Aye, they didn’t go easy on ye, Owen Kilroy.” The woman rose an eyebrow at the teenager. She was sitting cross-legged on to the rocky shore. She was a burly woman with wide-set shoulders. Her wavy green hair gathered near her shoulder blades. Seaweed covered her dark mud tinted skin. Her yellow eyes focused on the drenched teenager with a serious curiosity. A crown of starfish and coral lay upon her head.

“I should probably be giving you a bit more respect than I am giving currently, right, my majesty?” Owen bowed her head. “I’m surprised to be granted the blessing by the Queen of the Ao Sidhe herself.”

“There is a reason for that, pup. You and I share a path. I will be needing your services and I thought it best to introduce myself now before other paths begin.” She explained.

“What kind of services?” Owen rested a hand on her hip as the other pushed her salt-soaked hair out from her eyes.

“You will be my personal champion. I will call upon you and you will do as ordered. Two queens working for the same goal. We will have the fate of our species on our shoulders. We must have an allyship.”

“Two queens?” Owen asked perplexed. “I don’t mean to be rude, your majesty, but I’m no queen. Aye, I do have power trips at times, but a queen? To who? As far as I know, my kind don’t quite enjoy having a monarchy. In fact, if my father has the right history texts I’m sure my kind tore apart the last monarch. To be honest my species are at peace. Why claim something I don’t truly want?”

“As I’ve said, pup, our paths are crossed, and you are destined to lead your species forward. Your brother Riell will help bring a pack together and they will follow you. But for now, to ensure our survival we must work together. We have quite the dangers ahead of us. Now we don’t have much time left. Your change will be in a few short days. We will talk again once you have finished your ritual.”

“Wait, I have so many questions!” Owen exclaimed.

“In due time. First, you must awake and survive the selkie. You are close to drowning.” The queen explained.

“Wait, what?”

Before Owen could get a reply, her eyes flashed open once again. Her chest felt heavy as she broke from unconsciousness. Seals circled her as their songs meandered there way into her eardrums. Their beautiful white seal skins almost looked like nimbus clouds in a dark night sky.

Owen gave a quick turn about to ensure her surroundings before she began her ascent. The seals followed her. The nipped at her exposed skin. One dug its teeth straight into her exposed hip bones. She ignored them as she swam upward, kicking her legs to propel her forward.

She breached the service, clawing at the rocky opening. She gave a great gasp of air as she pulled herself up. A seal grabbed at the bottom of her pant leg trying to drag her back, but she kicked it off, snapping her heel into its snout.

She exited the pool, heaving her chest as she caught her breath. Her father rushed to her wrapping a towel around her body as she rested on her hands and knees.

The kelpies continued their songs, trying to coax her back into the pool.

“Who came to you?” He asked curiously, rubbing circles on her back.

“We need a family meeting.” Owen coughed, ignoring her father. “We need to prepare.”

They stared at each other, their grey eyes focused in an unspoken conversation.

“Get me out of here. They are becoming too tempting, Athair.” Owen complained closing her eyes in concentration. “We can talk on the way home, just get me the hells out of here.”