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Happy Pride @thechaoticfanartist [P2]

[sunshinemarauder]

pillar of pride

~ my CT gift exchange fic for the kind, hilarious, talented @emeralddoeadeer.

James Potter is proud. This, she knows. She knows his pride like the back of her hand. She knows it from flying classes and Transfiguration successes and Quidditch games and pompous hair-ruffling. James Potter masquerades behind a pillar of pride, and to witness those pillars crumble is a precious rarity.

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"The Love Shack" Part II - Three is a Perfect Crowd

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)

Read Part I - The Proposition HERE

Story Summary: You’d heard the whispered speculations and stifled giggles during the daytimes. You’d seen the furtive glances that the other women cast at Neteyam and Lo’ak through coquettish eyes, cheeks stained a blushing mauve as they exchanged coy smiles with the two brothers. And during the nights? Hell, you’d heard the moans and wanton cries for yourself… You were definitely curious, but did you have it in you to go through with their proposition?...

Warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI Word count: 7.9k Content: Mentions of group sex, MMF threesome, smut, sex toy play, squirting

Author's Note: Thank you to all of you who read, commented, reblogged, liked and asked to be tagged for Part II!

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Here is Part II and I warn ya, it's all filth. 🤭 Grab a glass of wine, a blanket, a towel, whatever you need... and enjoy!

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Indecision wasn’t something you were accustomed to. You’d always prided yourself on making strong decisions both personally as well as professionally. It was one of the reasons you rose through the ranks to beat out all the other warriors to become Neteyam’s second-in-command. So, the fact that you’d spent majority of today vacillating in your decision to either go or not go to the outpost was an uncomfortable anomaly.

The conclusion of last meal earlier in the evening had brought with it a burning imperative for you to make your final decision and stick with it. You were dismayed to find that the urgency of the time didn’t help you one bit.

You’d trudged on shaky legs into the woodlands in the outpost’s general direction, before being overwhelmed with a severe case of cold feet. However, instead of turning and running for home, you’d plopped yourself down on some moss and begun whittling away at your half-finished spear from yesterday while you dithered further.

That was a couple of hours ago and it was getting late now.

The present found you parked in the woodland scrub just outside the old outpost with your finished spear in hand. The hesitant side of you hoped that maybe Neteyam and Lo’ak might have abandoned their proposition after your no-show, given the late hour. However, the lambent glow of the lamps inside the outpost shelter and the muffled sound of one of them laughing told you otherwise.

The curious side of you thrilled with anticipation at the unknown…

The brothers had done well to refurbish the abandoned outpost. It had been the central gathering place for the war council during the Long War with the sky people, and it had suffered severe damage during battle. The end of the Long War had been a long-awaited blessing and the outpost had been abandoned, its function no longer necessary and the memory of what it symbolised too painful for some to bear.

But Neteyam and Lo’ak had rebuilt the damaged settlement, renewing it with new textiles, new fibres and new designs. Apart from its core structure, it hardly even resembled the old war outpost anymore.

Approaching the outpost’s entrance where a set of draping cloths served to shield its interior from outside eyes, you steeled yourself under your breath, “Come on, just go and have a look. You can leave if it’s not your thing, like Neteyam said.”

You’d come this far… one peek wouldn’t hurt? If you were honest with yourself, the taste of Neteyam’s kiss had lingered on your lips and tongue all of last night, and it was your craving to experience it again that had brought you here.

Urging your feet forward, you were in process of reaching to part the cloths when they suddenly flew apart from before you as someone made to exit. You hissed, startled in alarm, instinctively lowering yourself into a defensive position with your spear pointed frontward.

“Argh! Holy shit!” Lo’ak exclaimed, stumbling backward in the face of the sharp weapon you were wielding, “Great Mother, who do you think you’re going to be spearing with that?!”

Immediately lowering your spear when it became apparent you were in no danger, you were quick to deliver a faltering apology, “Sorry, you gave me a fright!”

“I gave you a fright? Goddamn woman, I was just going to take a leak and I nearly pissed myself!”

“Sorry!”

The other side of the entry cloths parted to reveal Neteyam who had come to investigate. There a momentary flash of surprise on his face before one side of his mouth quirked upward in a wily grin that made your ears heat.

Recovered now from the scare you’d inflicted on him, Lo’ak shot a smug smirk at Neteyam and remarked at you, “You’re very late. Don’t have too much fun without me, I’ll be back.”

Neteyam stepped aside to allow you to enter while Lo’ak left to relieve himself. You padded on tentative feet into the outpost and you were astonished to find the space quite innocuous. The interior held all the usual furnishings that you’d expect in a living space; rugs, throws, cushions and soft mats; woven decorations hung from the upper framings of the outpost and a cosy-looking fire burned in a central hearth.

Your expression must have betrayed your thoughts as Neteyam broke the silence with a chuckle, “Not what you expected?”

“I didn’t know what to expect, to be honest.” That was mostly true, you didn’t have any specific expectations or imaginings of the place, you just hadn’t expected the space to look so normal.

From the salacious gossip that had run rampant amongst the women about their experiences here, as well as from your memory of the sensual cries you’d heard that one night you’d ventured near enough, you’d projected a more sordid atmosphere than the one you currently found yourself in.

“When you didn’t show soon after last meal, I figured you weren’t coming.” Neteyam breathed.

You turned to look at him properly for the first time this evening and you noticed his relaxed attire. You were used to seeing him in full warrior regalia, but tonight he was dressed simply, without his cummerbund, arm and leg guards, and no weapons. A beaded choker necklace adorned his neck and a woven armband hugged one of his impressive biceps, but apart from this and a purple loincloth, the rest of him was bare.

You could see so much of his skin… smooth and striped, and cerulean blue all over hard muscle…

“My curiosity evidently won out in the end.” You replied, attempting to tamp down the buzzing knot of nerves in your belly with a small smile at him.

“You can put this down.” Neteyam reached for your spear, prying it gently from your grasp and moving to set it against the nearest wall. His eyes glimmered warmly in the firelight, “No one will hurt you here.”

You nodded, rubbing your empty palms together with a deep breath. You began to circle the space, noticing that it was bigger than you initially thought as there were more cloth draperies that hung to the sides of the shelter that served to partition it off into different sections. Each section held more of the same comfortable furnishings, but the drapes clearly served the purpose of privacy.

Thankfully, as your curiosity increased, your nervousness decreased and you finally felt comfortable enough to ask, “So, what? The women come here and everyone just plays?”

A husky chortle from him, “If that’s what people want to do. Sometimes everyone just relaxes over some drinks and hangs out. Things don’t necessarily always escalate into more.”

You cast him a sceptical look, continuing on your exploration of the place, “And how often is it that sex and body play doesn’t end up on the agenda?” If gossip was to be believed, then you knew it wasn’t often at all that things stayed chaste.

When Neteyam didn’t respond, you turned to face him as he followed you and the wicked grin on his face confirmed that what you’d surmised was right. You rolled your eyes and he laughed.

“And what are these tawtute (human) things that all the women rave about? These tools that supposedly bring pleasure like nothing they’ve ever experienced before?” You queried, intentionally keeping your tone flippant despite the flagrantly sexual nature of your question.

Neteyam’s hot breath ghosted the nape of your neck and you realised he had walked right up to your back, “Come, I’ll show them to you.”

A warm, large hand enveloped one of yours and he led you over to another part of the shelter where a cloth-covered shape lay. Kneeling before it, Neteyam lifted the soft cloth to reveal an intricately designed chest woven from flax and colourful fibres. Undoing the leather snap at its front, he opened it to reveal a plush-lined inner in which sat a series of instruments in of varying shapes and materials you’d never seen before.

The colours of these instruments were also bright, unnaturally so. There were a myriad of shades and tones of colour that existed on Pandora, but the pinks, purples a blues you were looking at were very artificial. A bright blue tool caught your eye and unable to resist, you slowly reached to pick it up. It was smooth and long, and you could only just wrap a hand around the width of it. Its length was also slightly curved, tapering upward at the end.

Neteyam watched quietly as you picked through the various offerings in the chest, running your fingers over the smooth silicone of the toys. He fought to keep his composure as erotic thoughts of you using them began to assault him. You appeared rather intrigued by the blue g-spot vibrator you held, though he could tell by the slight frown on your face that you weren’t really sure what it was for.

“That’s an insertion toy. It goes inside you.” He informed, “And if you turn it on. It vibrates.”

Vibrates… You’d never heard that human word before and you didn’t know what it meant. You let Neteyam take the toy from you and he fiddled with something on its length before it came to life with a buzzing hum that made you jump.

Extending cautious fingers towards the humming toy, you touched its vibrating form before withdrawing your hand, “It tickles.”

“It feels good against you when it’s in the intended place.” Neteyam’s voice was slightly rough and you could smell the familiar musk from last night emanating from him again.

“Do they all go inside?” You asked, eyeing up the other oddly shaped toys, some of which did not look particularly comfortable to insert.

“Not all. This is a wand vibrator and it’s generally only for external use.” He picked up a purple toy, which had a longer handle and a large bulbous head at the end. Switching this one on, you noted that his one hummed even more aggressively than its blue predecessor.

“Whoa, straight into the toy box, are we?” Lo’ak had returned and his voice was a teasing drawl as he joined you and Neteyam, “Getting right down to business then.”

Ears flattening a little at the jibe, you harrumphed at Lo’ak, “I’m just looking.”

The few loose braids by his temple clacked as he laughed, “Oh, they’re not made for looking at, trust me.”

The bravado you’d found waned a bit with Lo’ak’s return, the reality of the situation seeping into you. Great Mother, were you really here discussing sexual implements with two men?... Were you seriously contemplating engaging in a sexual encounter with them?...

Standing up to put some distance between you and the two brothers, you dusted your knees off lightly and suddenly felt rather out of place. You didn’t know what to do with your hands and you didn’t know where to rest your eyes either.

Sensing that his bold teasing had thrown you off kilter, Lo’ak stood to meet your eyes and his face was sincere as he spoke, “Hey, if you were curious and just wanted to see what this place was about, that’s OK. We can just hang if you want to.”

You didn’t acknowledge Lo’ak’s last statement with a definite answer. You warred within yourself. What did you want?... You were nervous, but you didn’t want to go either. The recollection of the searing but short-lived kiss you’d shared with Neteyam made an appearance again in your mind. You wanted to explore that further… By Eywa, you didn’t think you’d object to kissing Lo’ak either…

Like his older brother, Lo’ak too was dressed simply. Neteyam had risen to his feet next to him and they made an incredibly handsome pair. You could absolutely understand why the other women lusted after them. After all, you were hardly innocent of that crime. Your long-standing attraction to Neteyam had ensured that.

“No, I’ll- I’ll stay.” You resolved, “I don’t want to be the only one who’s left out of the loop.”

The two brothers shared a look that you couldn’t decipher the meaning of. It was a glance between them with fairly neutral expressions, but you did see the slight upturn of their lips.

“Where’d you even get those things anyway?” You questioned. You knew that with their mixed heritage and with Jake originating from the humans’ side, that there were many tools and instruments that the olo’eyktan had adopted for use in the clan. However, you could hardly imagine the olo’eyktan openly bringing in sex toys for the clan’s wider use.

“Spider.” Neteyam supplied with a fond laugh, “He’s got quite the knack for sourcing and supplying us with contraband under the radar from the avatar camp.”

You giggled at the thought of Spider. You liked the human. He lived majority of his life amongst the Omatikaya with the Sullys anyway, so despite his foreign form, he was very much Na’vi at heart.

There was one last set of drapes in a corner by the toy chest which caught your eye. It was the only partitioned section of the outpost that you hadn’t yet explored. Ambling towards it you murmured, “What’s behind here? More of the same?”

Neteyam and Lo’ak watched you approach the last partition, knowing full well that what was behind the draperies was not simply more of the same. The last pair of drapes led into their main play area. Quietly they awaited your reaction and sure enough it came soon after in the form of a soft gasp.

They’d built a large, raised bedframe in there and on it sat a thick bedding mat swathed in silken fabric. The bed was sizeable enough to sleep several adults and piles of plush cushions and rolls lined one end of it. The other main feature of the play area, which was also courtesy of Spider, was a large mirror that ran along one entire wall.

You’d never seen anything like it. The gigantic bed was one thing, but the strange pane of whatever it was that spanned the entirety of the opposite wall was breathtaking. You had never seen your own reflection so clearly in your life, save for the completely still water of a puddle after heavy rain, and even that was a far cry from this. Mesmerised, you approached the large pane until you were standing right before it.

“It’s called a mirror.” Lo’ak’s deep timbre sounded.

You’d been so entranced by your reflection that you hadn’t noticed the two brothers enter the space behind you. They flanked you now, one on either side.

“It’s amazing.” You breathed in astonishment. Your fingertips met its cool and solid surface and you marvelled at the clarity of it, “Everything is so clear. It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you are, paskalin.” Neteyam’s words elicited another intake of breath from you and your amber eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror.

Both brothers were standing very close to you, their bodies angled inward towards yours. They were close enough that a subtle shift on either side of you would cause your arms to brush their torsos. Your ears twitched as you perceived the quiet sound of their breaths and your skin prickled with the body heat you could feel exuding from their bodies.

The mirror’s reflection also allowed you to see yourself in-between them and it became apparent to you how much taller and bigger they were in stature compared to you. The top of your head only just skimmed past their chins and your lithe body was much willowier next to their more muscular physiques. The image was as arousing as it was intimidating…

Lo’ak was carefully scenting you now, in a very similar way to the way Neteyam had done the night before. He trailed a hand up your forearm and he pulled you against him to sniff at your hair. Lo’ak’s scent was different to Neteyam’s, but it was no less appealing to your feminine senses.

Through the reflection you saw Neteyam dip his head and you anticipated his action moments before you felt the scorching heat of an open-mouthed kiss against the other side of your neck. Your next inhale was a quivering rush of air into your lungs and your heart began to pound with want.

Leaving a trail of nips up your neck to your jaw, Neteyam paused to purr by your ear, “This is a place where people come to feel good and surrender to pleasure. Rank doesn’t matter here and you leave the outside world at the door. You set the boundaries, paskalin, but if you stay tonight then you must also promise to trust us.”

You turned your head towards him, chasing Neteyam’s lips with your own, yearning to taste him again. But he pulled away with a roguish smirk that promised your patience would be rewarded if you waited.

Your reply was a breathy whimper, “Yes.”

“Is there anywhere you don’t want to be touched?” Lo’ak murmured, the fingers of one hand tickling your hip while its twin splayed flat against the small of your back.

“No, it’s all fine.” Your chest heaved with your deepening breaths, every nerve ending hyperaware and hypersensitive in the waking dawn of your arousal.

Lo’ak’s answering grin was lascivious and the hand at your back pulled the tied knot of your chest-covering free. The garment shifted as it loosened, the beads scraping over your stiffening nipples. Neteyam was quick to undo the last tie of the garment behind your neck, and with a gentle swish it fell from your body entirely, leaving you exposed.

A harsh groan sounded from Neteyam and he cupped one of your breasts, letting his thumb flick over its hard peak, “Eywa, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted touch you like this. Every time your covering shifted at work, every little peek I was afforded when it slipped momentarily, it was torturous.”

Neteyam had been looking at your breasts?... The sentiment was an exciting surprise to you and you leaned into the agonising brush of his fingers over your nipple.

Lo’ak joined his brother, stroking and fondling your other breast, “You’ve got such pretty nipples, and Eywa, they love being touched.”

A stifled moan left you as pleasure shot straight to your core from the stimulation. Your head lolled onto Neteyam’s shoulder and he clasped your chin to angle it the right way so he could reward you with a passionate kiss. You felt him snake a hand down your front, the heat of his palm blazing past your navel to travel even lower. You jolted when he cupped your crotch, his fingers deftly finding the outline of your clitoris and rolling against it.

Neteyam broke away and the absence of his mouth allowed a desirous whine to escape you. He posed another question to you, “How much do you want from us tonight?”

You were dizzy with desire and your core pulsed with liquid heat. You gave another ragged moan when Lo’ak knelt down to capture one nipple in his mouth. Your eyes flicked forward to the wanton reflection before you; one brother suckling on your breast, the other with a hand buried between your thighs while he watched you. The press of their bodies against yours was delicious and you could see matching erections straining behind their loincloths in the reflection.

Your decision came to you undeniably, and you abandoned all your inhibitions in the heat of the pleasure you were experiencing, “I want everything. I want you both to fuck me tonight.”

Their reaction was immediate. There was a flurry of motion as both brothers moved, working in tandem to free your loincloth as well as their own. Naked now as the day you were born, every part of you screamed with want while every inch of your bare skin was pressed up and imprisoned between two aroused male bodies.

You were turned and facing Lo’ak now and you could feel his hard erection throbbing between the press of your torsos. He claimed your lips in a full but brief kiss and then said, “You know, if we’d known that all it would take to get you here was a private session with us, we would’ve done this sooner.”

“You’re incorrigible.” You retorted with a chuckle.

“Shall we move to the bed?” Neteyam suggested hoarsely, “I’m rather impatient to explore you, paskalin.”

“No wait,” You stopped him. You looked into the mirror again, rather enjoying the wide and unimpeded view it gave you of the whole space. Both Neteyam and Lo’ak were gorgeous to look upon and you wanted to enjoy the vision of their imposing frames while they were standing. “I want to enjoy looking at you both like this first.”

Facing the mirror front on with the brothers on a slight angle, your eyes tracked from the top of the pane downward. They were both panting lightly and their pupils were dilated wide with lust in their beautiful faces. Broad shoulders and muscular chests were followed by powerful abdominals that tapered to their slim hips and strong legs. But of course, the two things your attention snapped back to, once your eyes had reached their feet, were their impressive erections.

Biting your bottom lip and feeling frisky, you encircled each of their cocks in your grasp, one in each hand. They were both strapping men, so it didn’t surprise you that they were proportionate in this department too. Simultaneous grunts came from them both when you began a slow squeeze and stroke. Great Mother, they were gorgeous here too… long and girthy, hot skin over rigid hardness that made your pussy clench in yearning…

Lowering yourself to your knees, you peered up at them both while you continued your pumping rhythm over their lengths. You could see they were enjoying themselves, their abs flexing and contracting with their pleasure.

Turning your face towards Neteyam, you held his eyes as you parted your mouth and licked a slow stripe up his cock and over the head of it. His hips jerked involuntarily, a hiss whistling from between his gritted teeth. When your next move was to take his cock into your mouth and suck most of the way down, his response was a strangled cry. It took some effort and co-ordination on your part, but you conscientiously bobbed and sucked while still stroking Lo’ak as well.

“Fuck, you look and feel so good.” Neteyam droned, panting through an open mouth as his face contorted and moved through a series of expressions, all of which spoke to his immense enjoyment.

Lo’ak’s hips were thrusting lightly, pushing and pulling his hard flesh in a delicious glide through your grasp. He would let out the occasional whimper, which mingled sensually with Neteyam’s unrestrained groans. Lo’ak gave a small whine shortly after and you gently drew off Neteyam’s cock with a small pop, licking your lips.

You turned to the younger brother and grinned coyly at him, “I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Lo’ak’s deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and he cocked his head at you with a wink, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have let you forget about me anyway.”

The higher-pitched whine that then followed when you did take his cock into your mouth was a very stimulating contrast of sound.

Neteyam was shifting behind you and you felt him pat the inside of your leg lightly, “Part your legs a little for me.”

Still pleasuring Lo’ak, you multi-tasked and did as you were told. Out of the corner of your eye in the mirror, you saw that Neteyam had moved to lie on his back and had shimmied his head and shoulders between your knees.

Having a bird’s-eye view of the situation and understanding his brother’s intent, Lo’ak smirked and looked down to meet your eyes where you continued to suck him off, “You’re in for a treat, sweet thing.”

Neteyam’s firm hands gripped your hips to lower you slightly towards him. You could feel his breaths puffing gently against your pussy, which you knew was slick with your arousal. The rasp of his tongue against your folds and up to your clit was like a bolt of lightning to your core and you jumped, choking on Lo’ak’s cock when your body failed to co-ordinate your inhale of air with the bob of your head.

The assault that Neteyam began on your core was rapturous. He alternated between broad licks and swipes of his tongue and nose, and intent suckling on your clit. Lo’ak had withdrawn himself from your mouth, settling for stroking himself instead while he enjoyed the view of you squirming over his brother’s face. Leaning forward to place your hands on the ground, you rocked your hips, smoothing your core over Neteyam’s face. Breathy whimpers were coming from you as you neared your climax, but just as it was within your reach, his grip on your hips shifted and he lifted you upward from him to sit up.

“W-Wait no!” You squealed as your bottom plopped onto the ground beneath you, “Why’d you stop?!”

“Shh sorry, paskalin.” Neteyam soothed, cleaning his face off on the back of his wrist and swooping in to kiss you, “We’ll take care of you later, promise. We’re just building you up first. It’ll be worth it. Trust us, yeah?”

Chortling at the wounded expression of disappointment on your face, Neteyam got to his feet before reaching down to pull you up to your own. Your legs were unsteady, but it didn’t matter as he bent to scoop you into his arms next and carried you onto the large bed. Lo’ak had momentarily disappeared from view, but when he reappeared with three colourful implements in hand, you understood the reason for his disappearance. The sex toys.

You felt like you were burning up as you lay on the soft bedding. The heat was like molten pleasure through your veins. The tips of your nipples tingled and your pussy ached to be touched again. Lo’ak returned to join you on the bed and he handed the toys to Neteyam.

Coaxing you to sit up, Lo’ak moved to sit behind you with his legs spread so you could lean back against him. Pressing a kiss to the side of your face, Lo’ak whispered, “How about we give my brother a bit of a show, hmm? He likes to watch. It really gets him going for later.”

You looked at Neteyam, who had perched himself at the end of the bed facing you both. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost as if he’d heard what Lo’ak had whispered to you and thoroughly agreed with the idea. You felt Lo’ak’s hands snake under your knees and he proceeded to then hitch them up towards your torso, leaving you splayed wide in exhibition before Neteyam who merely smirked.

Neteyam crawled closer, a couple of toys in hand. You recognised the blue one from before, but there was another strange gold coloured implement you didn’t recognise. You frowned at it warily and your body stiffened as you tried to sit more upright, “What does that do?”

“It’s a suction toy. It goes over your clit.” Neteyam explained while Lo’ak soothed your nerves with some gentle hushing. Stroking a hand over one of your parted thighs, Neteyam reassured you, “If you’re not enjoying it, let me know and we can stop, OK?”

Relaxing back into the position Lo’ak had put you in against him, you nodded in consent. At this moment, you really just wanted to be touched again.

As if hearing your thoughts, Lo’ak’s hands shifted to your breasts, caressing the soft flesh and toying with your nipples again. Your back arched into his hands and he chuckled by your ear. You felt Neteyam place the gold toy carefully between your legs, adjusting it so he nestled neatly against your tingling clit.

With a few clicks, the toy whirred to life and your eyes flew open wide at the new sensation. It was like a pleasant and rhythmic series of tapping against you, and as Neteyam increased the intensity of it, the taps got faster and faster until it all melded into an incredible humming sensation with a delightful suction to it.

“O-Ohhh,”You sighed, your eyes sliding shut as you concentrated on the pulsing pleasure. The pleasure settled into a delightful tempo of rhythmic contractions that made your thighs quiver in Lo’ak’s hold. It was nothing like you’d ever experienced. You’d pleasured yourself and been pleasured by men before, but this was something else…

“That’s it, paskalin, just lean into it. Feel for the rhythm of it.” Neteyam coaxed, watching keenly as the muscles in your pussy began to visibly throb and squeeze. His next words were a profane curse as he palmed his straining erection with his free hand. He badly wanted to have your pussy throbbing and squeezing around his cock like that… not yet, but soon…

Lo’ak was watching through the mirror’s reflection, thoroughly enjoying the view of you whilst also relishing the way you were writhing against him with mewls and sighs. His gaze lifted to lock with his older brother’s and he grinned when you your moans began to intensify, “Let’s see what we can make of her, bro.”

Thoroughly absorbed by the building waves of ecstasy that wracked your core, you didn’t even register that Lo’ak had said anything. The bliss was unreal. You felt the smooth blunt tip of something prod at your entrance and you cracked open a lid to see Neteyam running the blue vibrator through your folds. He was watching you carefully for any sign of objection and when you didn’t give him any, he breached you slowly but surely with it.

A hoarse groan tore from your throat at the satisfying addition that filled your pussy. The pulsing and clenching between your legs intensified and just when you thought things couldn’t feel any better, Neteyam switched the vibrator on and it began to hum inside you too. Your jaw was slack and you could feel your face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure.

Neteyam began to pump the vibrator in and out in a mimicry of thrusting, and your hands flew to clutch at Lo’ak’s thighs beside you. You were only half-aware of yourself, your body suspended in what felt like a never-ending loop of thrumming ecstasy that was speeding you towards an inevitable orgasm that would tear you apart. Something else was building too amid the throbbing of your core. There was a pressure increasing behind your pelvis with each terribly torturous thrust of the vibrator within you.

The throaty sounds you were emitting now were making it very challenging for the two brothers, whose own lust had skyrocketed in the last while as they’d watched you. Both hands occupied with pleasuring you, Neteyam was caught in a cruel contradiction between wanting to see you through and also wanting to touch himself to ease some of the pressure. Meanwhile, Lo’ak was canting his hips against your lower back to find whatever friction he could.

You were so close, teetering on the precipice of blessed oblivion, but you needed more…

You squirmed, trying to shift in Lo’ak’s hold where he had a firm grip on you behind your knees, straining to reach your climax. Your speech was a stutter, your panting breaths punctuated with by whimpers, “P-Please, I want to- I need-”

“What do you need, paskalin?” Neteyam asked, swallowing the saliva that was rapidly pooling in his cheeks at the shameless sight of you, almost completely undone under what his hands were doing to you.

“Please, one of you, just fuck me already!”

There was an immediate halt in the unforgiving pleasure that had assailed you as Neteyam haphazardly flung the toys aside, crawling on all fours to reach you. However, Lo’ak was faster.

The younger brother had shifted you to lie on your side while he stretched out alongside you with your back against his front. He’d hoisted one of your legs upward bent at the knee to splay you, his hard cock poised to enter you.

Hisses and growls filled the air suddenly, startling you somewhat out of your lust-filled haze. You peered through foggy eyes to see Neteyam knelt on your right, his nose wrinkled and teeth on display in an aggressive snarl at his brother, who you could hear hissing in return by your ear.

Lo’ak let out a glacial laugh, “Don’t be like this, bro. We’ve been through this before.”

Neteyam’s response was a harsh growl and his ears were pinned flat to his skull.

Not wanting any animosity between the two brothers, you attempted to mollify them, “Hey, don’t fight, what’s wrong-”

An unimpressed scoff sounded from Lo’ak and he tightened his hold around you, “I know my brother, sweet thing. He won’t let me have you once he’s gotten his hands on you. See, you’re not the only one here who doesn’t like to share.”

Neteyam scowled but he didn’t disprove his brother’s assessment. With a resigned growl like thunder in his chest, he appeared to acquiesce so long as Lo’ak abided by one demand, “Fine, but don’t cum inside her. She’s mine.”

You saw a gleam of possession in Neteyam’s eyes and heard the covetousness in his voice. It was such outlandish behaviour from him, considering you were so accustomed to his usually placid demeanour, but his jealousy was thrilling to you. He lowered himself onto his side in front of you, propping his head up on one elbow to watch.

A shudder rippled through you when you felt Lo’ak glide his cock against your slippery entrance. You felt him reach between you to position himself and he penetrated you with a sharp thrust. Your cry of pleasure was a croaky moan that sounded in time with Lo’ak’s guttural groan of satisfaction as your walls clenched tight around his length. Your pussy fluttered around the width of him and you revelled in the delightful stretch of the feeling. Definitely bigger than the blue vibrator that had been there before…

Lo’ak set a punishing pace of thrusts and your breaths punched out of you with each one as his hips collided with yours. Through half-lidded eyes, you noted that Neteyam was surveying the pair of you with a rather tetchy countenance. Reaching out to him with the hand you weren’t lying on, you caressed his cheek, beckoning him to kiss you. You were enjoying being railed by Lo’ak, but you still wanted Neteyam too.

Neteyam indulged you and you moaned into his mouth while his tongue and lips swept against yours. The pressure at your core was mounting rapidly again and Lo’ak’s uninhibited moans, as he took his pleasure from your body, only served to spur your pleasure onward.

Through the moist melding of your lips with Neteyam’s, you took his wrist and purred a request to him, “Touch me, Neteyam.”

His fingers found the swollen nub at the apex of your thighs and he began to press and circle it in an insistent rub. Your head flopped back against Lo’ak while you whined in bliss at the addition of Neteyam’s actions.

The nagging pressure in your pelvis returned along with the burn and pulse of your pussy. You could see your anticipated ecstasy within reach, but the pressure behind your pubic bone was increasing with each of Lo’ak’s hard thrusts. It felt like an urgent and insistent need to relieve yourself all of a sudden, and it alarmed you…

Eyes flying wide, you tried to shift in Lo’ak’s hold to stop him, ““W-Wait, I need to-”

Neteyam silenced you with a kiss and he hushed you softly, “Let go, paskalin. I know it feels strange, but just go with it.”

Frantic and feeling completely out of control as your orgasm loomed, you spluttered, “It feels like I’m going to wet myself!”

You saw Neteyam’s eyes flick to his brother behind you and they must have shared a meaningful look, for instead of slowing down or being gentler, Lo’ak added a swivel to the trajectory of his hips and Neteyam’s fingers persisted in their massage against your clit.

“Let go, trust me.” Neteyam breathed over you, “Come on, Neyomi.”

You didn’t know if it was the way he’d purred your given name, or if it was just a coincidence of timing and you couldn’t bear it any longer, but you succumbed to the tidal wave of pleasure and allowed it to consume you. A piercing scream ripped from you upon the initial wave. Your entire body went rigid and your pussy contracted intensely, pushing several spurts of fluid from between your legs. You were only dimly aware of the wetness you were emitting as you enjoyed the fleeting weightlessness of your powerful climax.

“Ah, fuck!” Lo’ak pulled free of you with a guttural shout to spill outside of you and over your taut belly and hips as your orgasm has triggered his own.

His breathing was ragged now whilst he came down from his own high and with a wary glance at Neteyam, he leaned over to steal a sloppy kiss from your parted lips, which you returned with a soft moan. He rolled away then onto his back, knowing that his brother would want his time with you now.

The keenness of your senses were slowly returning to you as you recovered from the explosive sensations you’d just experienced. All too aware now of the dampness on the bedspread beneath you, your hands flew to your face in embarrassment. What the fuck happened?... It had felt so amazing, but you’d wet yourself at the end of it…

“Great Mother, I’m sorry. I’ve made a mess.” You murmured through your fingers and you scooted up the bed into a sitting position, looking mortified at the drenched patches on the bedding.

Neteyam’s husky laugh was an unexpected reaction and your round eyes regarded him in bewilderment. Even Lo’ak was chuckling away where he lay relaxing with an arm thrown over his eyes.

Neteyam pulled gently at your hands, “Look at me. You haven’t wet yourself, alright?”

“I don’t understand.”

“What you just experienced was a squirt. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it can happen with intense orgasms from rigorous stimulation.” Neteyam explained mildly, before he graced you with a devious smirk, “It was extremely arousing to witness, paskalin.”

The deepening growl of his tone set shivers tingling down your spine again and your eyes dropped to the still prominent erection in his lap. That’s right, you asked to be fucked by two brothers tonight… one down, one more to go… and this was the one your blood seemed to sing for; that your heart leapt for whenever you saw him…

You knew your skin was already flushed from the earlier activities, but you felt renewed heat tinge your cheeks as Neteyam pushed onto his knees to shuffle closer to you again. Sitting before his kneeling form, you were just at the right height to take hold of his cock. Stroking it gingerly, you placed a shy kiss on its tip and lifted your eyes to meet Neteyam’s as he stared down at you. Great Mother, you felt your pussy squeeze again at the expression he wore, which was masculine possessiveness in the best kind of way…

“Don’t get shy on me now. I’m not done with you yet.” He hissed, grimacing as you began the luscious suck and bob of your head over his swollen length, “That all you got for me? You were choking on my brother’s cock earlier.”

Lifting your gaze to his again at his goading, you perceived a familiar warmth swirling behind the covetousness in his eyes, and something warm unfurled in your chest. Neteyam’s words had been taunting, but you could see he was just teasing you. You doubled down on your effort anyway, savouring the titillating feeling of his throbbing cock in your mouth while he groaned openly.

An unexpected click and rumbling buzz caught you unawares and you stilled. You felt the bed sink a little behind you and you realised that Lo’ak had moved to place something next to you on the bed. Drawing your lips up and off Neteyam’s length, you picked up the purple wand toy you’d seen in the chest before. It rumbled temptingly in your grip and you instinctively look at Neteyam for instruction.

“On your hands and knees, but keep facing me.” He directed, “My brother can help with this toy.”

Once again, you did as you were instructed and you redirected your attention to Neteyam’s hard flesh, returning it to the moist confines of your mouth. You’d always enjoyed giving blowjobs. Men were beautiful creatures, especially the one before you now, with all his formidable strength and taut muscle. You’d always found giving them pleasure a turn-on.

You jumped when the rumbling vibrations of the wand toy skimmed up the inside of one of your thighs, drifting dangerously close to your core before it was moved away. It repeated a similar path up the inside of your other thigh before trailing downward yet again. The vibrating tip of it began its ascent again and this time you canted your hips towards it, earning a dark chuckle from Lo’ak who was clearly enjoying teasing you.

Deciding not to be cruel, Lo’ak pressed the bulbous head of the wand against your core and began to stroke it back and forth over you. Your throaty groan of pleasure was muffled and Neteyam thought to himself how alluring you looked with your eyes rolling back while your mouth was full of him. It was an image straight out of his erotic fantasies of you…

Rocking to and fro as you sucked, the delicious rumbles of the wand were deep against your sensitive flesh and your clit was throbbing under the onslaught. You could taste Neteyam’s pre-cum on your tongue and his hands had framed your face, stroking your hollowed cheeks while he slurred pledges to you of how beautiful you looked.

Lo’ak was afford an unimpeded view of your rear and your pussy, your tail curled up and away in an erotic display. He could tell from the twitching throb and clench of your muscles that your second orgasm was not far away. “She’s close, bro.”

You whimpered as Neteyam extracted himself from your mouth at his brother’s report and he bent to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, paskalin. Do you want me to take you from behind or do you want me to face you?”

“I want to kiss you.” Your response was not quite a direct answer to his question, but it was telling enough for Neteyam to make his decision. Grasping you under your underarms, he hauled you upright onto your knees before he toppled you onto your back against the plush cushions.

Pinning you under the delightful heaviness of his muscular physique, you parted your thighs to cradle his slim hips as he positioned himself where he needed to be.

Neteyam’s handsome face was wicked and he paused to purr a filthy promise to you, “You’re going to remember me like this. Every day at work and every night in your dreams, you’re going to remember the feel of my cock inside you as I fuck you.”

Oh Eywa your work days… It was going to be a test of your composure not to let your very unprofessional behaviour not colour your professional conduct with him…

Like with his brother before, the burning stretch to fullness of him as Neteyam pushed inside you was incredibly satisfying, but it was more intimate face-to-face like this. You could watch his every expression like this as he began to thrust; his eyelids were heavy; his lips were parted, and a variation of higher-pitched whimpers and low groans were falling from him.

For Neteyam, your wet heat clutching at his cock was a staggering sensation. He felt his length throb in gratification as your pussy squeezed around him. After watching his brother fuck you and then having to wait his own turn, his own orgasm was racing towards him at a much quicker pace than he anticipated. He wanted to wring another climax from you first though…

Remembering that you’d expressed a desire to kiss him, Neteyam lowered himself onto his elbows so your front was flush with his and only his hips were canting back and forth. Nuzzling your cheek tenderly, he sealed his mouth over yours in a fervent kiss that stole your breath from you.

The hardness of his pubic bone rocked over your clit with each of his thrusts in this position, and each press of his body against yours brought you one step closer to ecstasy. These ‘steps’ weren’t a slow stroll either, they were more like a hurtling sprint. The familiar pressure within your pelvis started up again, but this time it didn’t alarm you. Every piston of Neteyam’s hips was hitting a pleasurable spot inside you that acted like a pump, building the pressure and winding it tighter and tighter.

Neteyam distractedly wondered to himself how Lo’ak had held out for as long as he did when he’d fucked you. Your core was a slippery vise around him, every thrust working his swollen cock from root to tip. His head was buried by the side of your face now as he groaned and panted. Your own cries were getting louder now, to his relief. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last…

“Fuck, paskalin, you’re driving me insane. I’m so close.” He grunted.

“Same. Keep going.” You kissed him again.

When the surge of ecstasy washed over you a second time, you relinquished your control and the pressure in your pelvis snapped with another orgasmic squirt. With your thighs cradling Neteyam’s hips and your arms raking his back, you felt him stiffen with his own climax, his thrusting becoming erratic as he roared his pleasure into the cushion under your head. A viscous heat seeped out from your core where you were still joined, a sensation that had been absent before with Lo’ak, which you now recognised was the evidence of Neteyam’s orgasm.

Adjusting himself so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight, Neteyam rolled onto his side. He tittered naughtily then and his grin was smug, “I told you I’d make you come. Welcome to the love shack.”

Recalling your foot-in-mouth innuendo from the previous night, you rolled your eyes and giggled, “Great Mother, who would’ve guessed that underneath the well-mannered gentleman that you’re such a wild beast.”

Warm skin enveloped your other side as Lo’ak shifted closer to join you, throwing a leg over one of yours and tangling you to him. He murmured by your temple when he placed a kiss there, “Think you’ll swing by again, sweet thing?”

Tilting your head back and craning your neck upward, you gave Lo’ak a deep kiss before turning to do the same to Neteyam, “Only if I can have you both to myself again.”

Lo’ak smirked, bending to kiss and nip at a gradually peaking nipple while Neteyam ran a hot hand down your torso to slip his fingers through your folds, slick with a combination of your own wetness and his seed. You could feel their cocks hardening again where they were pressed to either side of your hips.

By Eywa, stamina as well as skill? No wonder the women kept returning…

Neteyam eyed you and his response was a salacious murmur, “I believe that can be arranged, paskalin.”

PART III - Blurring Lines HERE

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Author's Note: I'm quite sure this is filthiest piece I've ever written... 🫣I don't know how I pulled almost 7.5k of sexy stuff out of my brain, but I hope you all FELT this in all the right ways and all the right places... Three cheers for our two boys Neteyam & Lo'ak!! Woot woot! Thanks for reading this! Leave me a comment, I'd love to hear from you and thanks for all your likes and reblogs too! 😘

[autiebiographical]

Hello everyone!

I have made an Autistic themed prompt list for my own version of Inktober that I call AUctober! For every day of October I will be releasing a single panel comic correlated to the prompt of the day and I highly encourage anyone who wants to join to create something as well!

You can write, draw, animate, record, etc, etc and so forth! Even just a simple sketch or a single sentence! All I ask is that it be related to the prompt and it be tagged #auctober or #auctober2024

I hope you join in this October and I hope we all have fun!

Prompt list:

01. Autism Plus: this means comorbid or co-occurring conditions that come alongside with autism. (Dyslexia, ADHD, epilepsy, etc.)

02. Infinite: the infinity symbol has become the symbol of neurodiversity

03. AuDHD: autism and ADHD often go hand in hand, so the term AuDHD came into being

04. Music

05. Verbose

06. Individuals

07. Neuroscope: the uncanny ability we autistics have to tell when someone else is autistic

08. Non-speaking

09. Community

10. Self Advocacy

11. Unlearning Ableism

12. Differently Wired

13. Vivid Imaginations

14. Hyperfixations

15. Pebbling: little exchanges between two people to show that you care, like giving little gifts or just sharing memes

16. Autistic Pride

17. Repetition

18. Self Regulating

19. Comfort Items

20. Executive Dysfunction

21. Queer: this is here because there is a very large overlap between the autistic community and the queer community

22. Disabled

23. Synesthesia: when senses cross over, like seeing music or tasting colours. It's more common in autistics than allistics

24. Genetic

25. Pets

26. Fidgeting

27. Stimming

28. Safe Foods

29. Empathy

30. Accommodations

31. Sensory Euphoria

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] Kinktober Day 23: "Bullying"

Summary: You've witnessed it once. Leona's intelligence was shocking but...if you were gonna get him to tutor you, Leona was definitely going to make you work for it.

Warning(s): Bully!Leona, Mean!Leona, Leona teases the reader a lot in this one and is generally just mean ngl.

Side Note(s): I know that Leona is generally a sweet dude/extremely sarcastic on a good day but the idea of him being rude just gets me going dude.

You hated adored the way Leona smirked that infuriating smirk as you humped his thigh inside his bedroom, his hand propped up on the side of his face as he watched your little display with a keen eye. Like a king watching his entertainment for the night, silently judging whether or not they were good at what they did.

You quietly gasped when Leona's hand went to rest on the side of your thigh. "C'mon...it's like you don't want help on your tests. Speed up." He said with that alluringly deep purr in his voice, your blush only increasing at his words. You wanted to wipe that sly smirk right off his handsome face and say something anything that would have an ounce of a chance of shaking his pride and making him lose the control he had over you right now. But you couldn't, you needed help on your tests and after exhausting your other options, this was the last one you could turn to!

Your were willing to take your chances, and the second he offered you doing...this for him in exchange for him helping you study. You took it all too willingly.

The prince clicked his tongue in mock annoyance, rolling his eyes. "With this pace, I'll fall asleep." He grumbled before he suddenly bucked his leg upwards, the shocking stimulation to clit nearly making you fall forward onto the beastman with a sharp moan. You shot a half-hearted glare at him, shakily raising yourself back up as you struggled more and more to keep your pace. "Y-You're...a-always asleep...lazy lion." You mouthed off.

His brow rose as his ears perked to your words.

You couldn't help yourself when you unconsciously clenched at the way a certain...glint in his eye was becoming more and more obvious, like a cat whose pupils began to dilate when it spotted something it wanted to hunt or torture a little for fun. And as Leona's hand lazily dragged up to rest on your waist, you were more than certain that your words may have erupted his usually dormant hunting instinct. "Gettin' mouthy aren't you?" He grumbled before he bucked his thigh once more.

He smirked at how you struggled to keep yourself upward, the scent of your arousal growing more potent by the minute, especially with how he began to draw circles in your thigh. Originally, Leona had simply thought of you as another herbivore amongst the crowd, not interesting nor worth his time to play around with. But...when you came to him practically begging on your knees for him to tutor you, well, how was he supposed to resist messing around with you a little? "You willingly walked into the mouth of a lion, the least you could do is be entertaining when asking me to waste my time tutoring you." He sighed.

His smirk grew when he spotted the dark patch beginning to form on his pants. "Then again...I don't think you want to do much studyin' now, do ya?"

Slowly, his mind disappeared under your skirt before he trailed your skin with a featherlight touch, leaving goosebumps in his wake before he eventually reached your clothed pussy, teasing you with the tip of his claw for a moment before eventually flipping up your skirt to your hidden prize, his tongue running over his lips at the delicious sight. When one of your hands left his shoulder to try and hide yourself, he grabbed your wrist with a growl. "With such a boring performance so far...you should be thanking me that a prince is aiding you." He tsked.

"Now, let me see what you're hidin'..." He then hooked a finger around the band of your panties before slowly tugging them down to see your pussy. Yet as he continued to tease your skin, his cock straining harder against his pants with how you twitched at his touch, and how your slick continued to pool at the center of your panties.

He wanted to fuck you, badly.

And you did as well, your breath labored as if you had been running a marathon with how much you were aching for Leona to do something, anything other than tease you to hell and back. So, you slowly ceased your movements to lean back a little, using your index and middle finger to part your lower lips with a nervous gulp. "P-Please..." You whispered. "Touch me—"

He smirked at your plea. "Hm..." He hummed as he finger moved closer and closer to where you ached for him most. An excited glint shined in your eyes, your mind racing with the eager thought of Leona touching you until...he harshly pinched your thigh. "Tch, as if." He nearly growled out before he bucked his thighs in a silent order for you to resume moving. "Y' think that this is about you?" He bucked his thigh again, the feeling of the flexed muscle bumping against your clit making you gasp and squirm like a wanton thing in heat as you struggled to regain your balance without the influx of pleasure constantly throwing you off.

"This is about you convincing me to help you study herbivore, and right now? You're not doing a good job." He continued to harshly talk down on you before his finger swiftly found your clit, immediately beginning to rub your cunt fiercely whilst he mockingly laughed at the way your hands flew to his shoulders for stabilization.

He then leaned into your ear. "I'll tell what you are doing good at though," He grumbled. "Being a slut." You squinted your eyes closed as your thighs clenched around the beastman's thigh, broken moans and needy whines falling from his lips as you quickly felt your orgasm beginning to approach. "...N-Not true—fuckkk..." You tried to retort. Leona laughed at how you interrupted yourself with your own words.

Clearly, it had to be true.

He knew that studying much less getting any sort of help with your work was the very last thing on your mind. No, you were only focused on cumming, something that he shouldn't have even allowed with how you were making him do all the work! But...seeing as you were being so entertaining to him at this moment...

He decided to be lenient.

"C-Cumming..." You moaned, Leona's fingers speeding up in their ministrations before you threw your head back suddenly to release a loud wail. The force of your orgasm threatened to knock you into unconsciousness as your hips pressed further down onto Leona's thigh, you barely managed a few more weak bucks before you had started to whine in overstimulation. Mercifully, Leona took his hand away from your clit. He raised his fingers to his face, playing with your slick by stretching his index and middle finger a little before his eyes dragged over to your hazy ones.

"Well?" He brought his fingers closer to your lips. Without another word from the prince, you shyly took his fingers into your mouth. "So obedient," He hummed in amusement. "I suppose I've been convinced to help you with your little studies..." He chuckled when your eyes gained a look of hope within them.

"R-Really?" You gasped. "T-Then...I need help on—"

"I'll be the one to tell you what you need help on." He grumbled. "I think your first lesson should be..." He slipped his fingers from your lips before they were already at work of teasing your cunt. "...how to use this cute pussy to please my cock."

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Part 23: A new beginning

A/N: last one 😭😭 Hope you guys enjoy 🩷

Previous chapters ☞ HERE ☜

8.0k words

One year later. 

I stood behind Vanessa, carefully pulling up the zipper of her wedding dress. The delicate fabric gleamed in the soft light of the room, accentuating every elegant curve. Vanessa glanced at herself in the mirror, her breath catching as she took in her reflection.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe this is real."

"Hey, no tears," I warned, a laugh escaping my lips as I quickly grabbed a tissue from the vanity. 

"Your makeup will smudge, and then we'll have to start all over."

Vanessa let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears. "You're right. I can't ruin all your hard work."

As I dabbed at the corners of her eyes, her mom walked into the room. She paused, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of her daughter in her wedding dress.

"Are we almost ready?" her mom asked, her voice filled with awe.

Vanessa turned to face her mom, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Yes, Mom. I'm ready."

Her mom's eyes welled up with tears as she approached Vanessa. "You look beautiful, honey," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Vanessa's mom moved in for a hug, but I quickly stepped in, holding up my hands with a grin. "Whoa, hold on! No smudging my masterpiece."

The three of us burst into laughter, the tension of the moment easing as Vanessa's mom stepped back, her eyes still filled with love and pride.

Her mom smiled and kissed Vanessa on the cheek before leaving the room. "I'll go check on the guests," she said, her voice warm. "They're all eagerly waiting for the bride."

As soon as the door closed behind her, Laura and Raven walked in, their eyes widening as they took in Vanessa's appearance.

"What do you guys think?" I asked, turning to them with a grin.

Laura's eyes sparkled as she looked Vanessa up and down. "You look so beautiful, Vanessa," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Raven, holding a glass of champagne, shook her head in mock disbelief. "I'm so jealous of you right now," she said with a playful smirk before taking a long sip of her drink.

Vanessa blushed at their compliments, her hands nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. "Thank you, guys. It means so much to have you all here with me."

We all stood together for a moment, just taking in the significance of the day. Vanessa had chosen us to be her bridesmaids, and I was honored to be her maid of honor. Our sage green dresses complemented the rustic elegance of the venue perfectly, and everything felt like it was falling into place.

The excitement in the room was palpable as we gathered around Vanessa, making sure everything was perfect before the ceremony. This moment was the culmination of a year filled with growth, healing, and love, not just for Vanessa and Wade but for all of us. 

Finally, the time had come. Vanessa took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she steadied herself. "Okay," she said, her voice filled with resolve. "Let's do this."

We all exchanged looks, smiles breaking out on our faces. we all grabbed our small flower bouquets and Laura opened the door, and we began to make our way down to where everyone was waiting for the bride. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for my friend, knowing she was about to start a new chapter in her life.

The barn had been transformed into a dreamlike venue, with twinkling lights hanging from the beams and flowers adorning every surface. As we walked toward the front, where Wade stood waiting with a mixture of nerves and excitement in his eyes, I caught Logan's gaze from the side.

As I looked at him, a thought crept into my mind, one that I hadn't fully allowed myself to entertain until now. I imagined myself in Vanessa's shoes, walking down the aisle toward the man of my dreams. The image was vivid, almost tangible-the soft rustle of a wedding gown, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the quiet anticipation of the room, and Logan standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for me with that same steady, loving gaze.

For a moment, I was lost in that vision, my heart swelling with the possibility of a future I hadn't dared to dream about. The idea of being the one to take that walk, to make that lifelong commitment, sent a thrill through me that I couldn't ignore.

When I snapped back to the present, Logan was still looking at me, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat. There was a promise in his gaze, one that spoke of a future that wasn't just a dream but a very real possibility.

I smiled softly to myself, feeling a sense of peace and excitement wash over me. Today was Vanessa and Wade's day, but I couldn't help but feel that it was also a day of new beginnings for me, too. as I reached at the end of the isle, I moved to the side to let raven and Laura walked next to me. from where I was standing, I could hear wades heartbeat. I looked at him and calmed his nerves, trying to not let it distract him from the best day of his life. he senses what I was doing and he mouths, thank you and I give him a small smile. i looked next to wade and looked at Logan once more giving him a small smile.

Wade had chosen Logan to be his best man, a decision that had initially annoyed Logan, though I knew deep down he didn't mind. In fact, over the past year, Logan had become one of Wade's closest friends. Their banter, though often sarcastic and sharp, had turned into a deep, unspoken bond. Logan might grumble about Wade's antics, but I could see the fondness in his eyes, the way he always had Wade's back when it truly mattered.

Beside Logan stood Hank, who, despite their vastly different personalities, had also grown close to Wade. It was surprising to see how well they complemented each other-Hank's intellectual curiosity and Wade's chaotic energy somehow balancing out in a way that just worked. Their friendship was unexpected but genuine, a testament to the way our little family had evolved over time.

And at the end of the line, Peter stood as the ring bearer, his usual mischievous grin replaced by a look of serious concentration as he held the rings. Peter and Laura had been dating for a few months now, and seeing Laura happy again, a lightness in her eyes that had been missing for so long, filled me with a sense of peace. Having her back in my life, and seeing her thrive, was priceless.

The music changed, and I turned my attention to where Vanessa was standing at the end of the aisle. The soft notes of the piano captured the moment perfectly as she took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Wade's. Her gaze was filled with love and kindness, a look that spoke volumes. Wade, in turn, was trying hard not to cry, but I saw the tears slowly escaping down his cheeks.

I glanced around the audience, taking in the faces of everyone we knew. Our friends were all here-Scott, Storm, and Charles, who was seated next to Erik, now his partner. Ellie was there too, along with their girlfriend Yukio, and Colossus, Althea, Dopinder, and other friends and mutants who had become a part of our extended family. The room was filled with warmth and affection, the love that had brought us all together evident in every smile and tear.

As watch Vanessa slowly walk, my head reminded me of how we got to this point. A few months ago, my memories started to come back little by little. One day, while I was asleep, I found myself in a dream, standing in a vast, ethereal field bathed in a soft, purple glow. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and I felt a familiar presence nearby.

The other me, the powerful and darker version of myself I had encountered before, appeared before me. Her eyes, usually filled with intensity and a sense of foreboding, were now calm, almost serene.

"You've changed the path of your life," she said, her voice echoing softly in the dreamscape. "That day on the battlefield, when you chose to stand with the X-Men, you altered more than just your own fate."

I stared at her, trying to understand the full weight of her words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering slightly.

"Giving peace to Erik, freeing him from the burden of his pain, set off a chain reaction," she explained. "The darkness that once threatened to consume you, to consume all of us, has been diminished. You've proven that the future isn't set in stone, that it can be changed with the right choices."

I felt a wave of relief and hope wash over me, but there was still a lingering doubt in my mind. "But what about you?" I asked. "Are you still a part of me?"

She smiled, a gentle and knowing expression. "I will always be a part of you, but I am no longer the force that drives you. You've taken control of your own destiny, and in doing so, you've given both of us a chance to live in peace."

The dream began to fade, and I felt myself being pulled back to the waking world. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that the weight that had been pressing on me for so long was finally lifting. The memories, the pain, the fear-they were all still there, but they no longer had the same hold over me.

I had chosen a different path, one filled with love, family, and hope. And in doing so, I had changed not just my own future, but the future of those around me.

The ceremony went by quickly, a beautiful blur of vows, exchanged rings, and tearful smiles. Before we knew it, it was time for the party to begin. The barn had been transformed into a lively party venue, with tables set up for dining and a spacious dance floor waiting to be filled. Twinkling lights continued to cast a warm glow, and the energy in the room was infectious as everyone prepared to let loose and enjoy the evening.

As the guests moved from the ceremony to the reception area, I could hear the buzz of excited conversations and the clinking of glasses. The air was filled with the scent of delicious food, and a live band had started playing soft, upbeat tunes to set the mood.

Vanessa and Wade entered the reception to a round of applause and cheers, their smiles brighter than ever. They shared a quick, joyful kiss before heading straight to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. The room fell into a hush as they swayed together, completely lost in each other. It was a moment of pure love and happiness, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional watching them.

Logan was by my side, his arm wrapped around my waist as we watched the newlyweds. "They look so happy," I whispered, leaning into him.

He nodded, his eyes soft as he watched the couple on the dance floor. "They deserve it," he said quietly. "After everything they've been through, it's good to see them like this."

As Vanessa and Wade's dance came to an end, the guests erupted in applause, and the atmosphere shifted from tender to lively. The band picked up the pace, playing a more upbeat tune that beckoned everyone to join in on the dance floor.

"Come on," Logan said, pulling me toward the dance floor with a rare, playful grin. "Let's show them how it's done."

I laughed, letting him lead me into the crowd. The music was infectious, and soon we were surrounded by friends, all of us dancing and laughing as the night truly began. Laura and Peter were dancing nearby, their moves more playful and energetic than romantic, but it was clear they were having a blast. Wade was in his element, pulling off ridiculous dance moves that had Vanessa laughing so hard she had to hold onto him for support.

We danced until my feet started to hurt. I yelled through the loud music. "I need a break!" 

Logan nodded, a playful smirk on his face as he leaned in close to my ear. "I was wondering how long you'd last."

I playfully swatted at his arm, laughing as I caught my breath. "Hey, I lasted longer than you thought!"

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist as we made our way off the dance floor. "You did, Bub. You definitely did."

We found a small table off to the side, away from the main crowd but still close enough to feel the energy of the party. I slipped off my heels, sighing in relief as I wiggled my toes. "Ah, much better."

Logan leaned back in his chair, his gaze soft as he watched me. "You look like you're having the time of your life."

"I am," I admitted, looking around at our friends, all of whom were immersed in the celebration. "It's been such a long time since we've all been able to just... enjoy ourselves, you know? No missions, no threats hanging over our heads. Just us, living in the moment."

Logan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, it feels good. Really good."

I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine. "I'm glad we're here together. After everything we've been through... it's nice to just be us."

Logan squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

I looked at him, my heart pounding as I contemplated the secret I had been holding on to for a week. The weight of it felt even heavier now, knowing that I couldn't keep it from him much longer.

One week ago...

Laura and I had gone to the mall to buy Vanessa a wedding present. We were laughing, talking about what kind of gift would make Wade burst into tears, when suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me out of nowhere. I clutched my stomach as we passed by a pizza place, the smell of the food turning my stomach. Without a word, I bolted to the nearest bathroom, barely making it in time before I puked.

Laura was right behind me, her face pale with worry. "Oh my god, are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I rinsed my mouth out and splashed some water on my face, trying to steady my breathing. "Yeah... I think so," I said, though I didn't sound convincing, even to myself. "I probably ate something bad."

Laura looked at me skeptically, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied my face. "Maybe we should go home. You don't look so great."

I nodded, grateful for her suggestion. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

But as the day went on, the nausea didn't go away. In fact, it seemed to get worse. Everything smelled terrible, even things that I usually loved. My powers felt erratic, like they were being affected by whatever was going on with my body. I was exhausted, and nothing seemed to help.

Then, something clicked in my mind, a realization that hit me like a ton of bricks.

Could it be...?

I quickly walked into my bathroom, my mind racing as I searched through the drawers for the pregnancy test Vanessa had left behind a few months ago. My hands trembled as I found it, quickly opening the box and following the instructions. The minutes felt like hours as I waited for the result, the tiny window on the test holding the answer to a question I hadn't even known I was asking.

As the minutes dragged on, I couldn't sit still. I paced back and forth in the living room, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of possibilities and fears. Every few seconds, I glanced at the test sitting on the counter, willing time to move faster.

Just then, Laura walked out of her room, looking at me with a mix of confusion and concern. "Violet, what's going on? You're making me dizzy just watching you."

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding as I tried to find the right words. "I... I think I might be pregnant," I finally admitted, the words feeling surreal as they left my mouth.

Laura's eyes widened, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

I nodded, my gaze flicking back to the test on the counter. "I just took a test. I'm waiting for the result."

Laura walked over, her footsteps hesitant as she joined me in front of the bathroom counter. We both stared at the little window on the test, the silence between us thick with anticipation.

"How long does it take?" Laura asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Just a few more seconds," I replied, my voice trembling with nerves.

Finally, the result began to appear. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as the faint lines slowly came into view. Two lines. Positive.

"Oh my god," Laura whispered, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the test. "Violet, you're..."

"Pregnant," I finished, my voice shaking with a mix of shock, fear, and a strange sense of excitement. "I'm pregnant."

The reality of it hit me like a tidal wave, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. I was going to have a baby. Logan's baby.

Laura wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Violet, this is amazing! Are you okay? How do you feel?"

I hugged her back, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "I'm scared, but... I'm also kind of happy? I didn't expect this, but now that it's real... I think I'm happy."

Laura pulled back, a huge smile on her face. "Logan's going to be over the moon when you tell him."

I nodded, my thoughts drifting to Logan and how he would react to the news. I knew I needed to tell him, but didn't know when or how. But first, I had to come to terms with it myself.

"Yeah," I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I think he will be."

Present

I found myself lost in thought as Logan's thumb gently traced circles over my knuckles. The music, the laughter, the lights-they all seemed to blur into the background as I considered the secret I'd been holding onto for a week now.

Could this be the right moment to tell him?

I glanced at Logan, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart swell. He looked so content, so at peace. Part of me wanted to wait, to hold onto this moment just a little longer before changing everything. But another part of me knew that Logan deserved to know-deserved to share in the joy and the uncertainty that had been swirling inside me ever since I took that test.

I took a deep breath, the sound of the party fading even further as I gathered the courage to speak. "Logan," I began, my voice soft but steady, "there's something I need to tell you."

His eyes locked onto mine, the seriousness in my tone catching his attention immediately. "What is it, Bub?"

I hesitated for only a moment longer, then decided to just say it. "I'm pregnant."

For a heartbeat, everything seemed to stop. The world around us, the music, the laughter-it all disappeared as Logan's eyes widened in surprise. His grip on my hand tightened just slightly, his expression shifting from shock to something I couldn't quite place.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, almost as if he needed to hear the word again to believe it.

I nodded, a small, nervous smile tugging at my lips. "Yes, Logan. We're going to have a baby."

For a moment, his face went blank, and my heart dropped. Panic surged through me. Maybe telling him wasn't the right choice. Maybe I should've waited longer, given him more time. Did he even want to be a father?

I began to backpedal, the words tumbling out of me in a rush. "We don't have to keep it, Logan. I mean, there are a lot of options, and if you're not ready, we can-"

But before I could finish, Logan moved. In an instant, he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me close in a hug so tight it almost took my breath away. The panic that had been rising in me dissipated as I felt the strength of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against mine.

"Violet," he murmured into my hair, his voice thick with emotion, "I want this. I want us. I want our family."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I clung to him, relief flooding through me. The fear, the uncertainty-it all melted away in the warmth of his words, leaving only love and the promise of what was to come.

"I'm so glad," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I was so scared, Logan. I didn't know how you'd feel."

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his hands still holding me close. "I'm not going anywhere, Violet. We're in this together, every step of the way."

I nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude and love wash over me. "Together," I echoed, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them side by side.

Logan leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, then to my lips, his touch tender and reassuring. "We're going to be okay, V," he whispered against my lips. "All four of us."

I smiled through my tears, the weight of the world lifting from my shoulders. "All four of us," I repeated, the words filling me with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long time.

7 months later

As I struggled to slip into my yellow dress, the fabric stretching over my swollen belly, I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy. Today was my baby shower, a day I had been looking forward to for months. Vanessa had taken the reins on planning everything, and though Logan and I had decided to keep the baby's gender a surprise, Vanessa knew and was bursting with excitement. The anticipation made me both nervous and eager to finally learn the secret she had been holding onto.

We had decided to host the baby shower at the mansion. It was the perfect place-spacious, familiar, and home to so many of the people we loved. Plus, it was a lot more practical than trying to cram everyone into our apartment, especially with my ever-growing belly making it harder to move around.

My pregnancy had been mostly smooth. The baby felt like it weighed a ton, making my back ache constantly, but other than that, everything had been fine. After the first month, the nausea had faded, giving way to the strangest cravings. I couldn't get enough of anything covered in chocolate or spicy chips, which I had to sneak because Logan was adamant about me eating healthier. I couldn't help but smile, thinking about the stash of spicy chips and Nutella I had hidden away for moments just like this.

After finally managing to get dressed, I grabbed my trusty jar of Nutella and a spoon, ready for a little pre-party snack. Waddling down the stairs, I was savoring a mouthful of chocolatey goodness when I ran into Hank and Peter, who were on their way up.

"Wow there," Hank said with a concerned look, immediately reaching out to steady me. "Let us help you down the stairs."

I tried to protest, rolling my eyes. "Guys, I'm not a baby. I can walk perfectly fine."

Peter, always quick with a joke, grinned. "Yeah, but with that belly, you walk like one. Better safe than sorry!"

I huffed, half-amused and half-annoyed, but I let them guide me down the rest of the stairs. It was hard to stay irritated when they were just trying to help. Besides, I knew how much they all cared, and that made it easier to accept their overprotectiveness.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I took a deep breath, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. Today was going to be a big day, filled with surprises, laughter, and probably a few tears. And despite the discomfort of carrying what felt like a small planet in my belly, I couldn't wait to share this moment with everyone.

As I walked into the living room, I was greeted by a sea of blue and pink. The entire room was filled with decorations-balloons in every shade of blue and pink hung from the ceiling, streamers draped across the walls, and tables were covered with treats and food that matched the theme. The atmosphere was festive, buzzing with excitement, and it was clear that Vanessa had gone all out.

Everyone was dressed in either blue or pink, their outfits proudly displaying their guesses for the baby's gender. It was heartwarming to see so many people gathered here, all of them eager to celebrate this special moment with us. Familiar faces beamed at me from across the room-Scott, Storm, Charles, Laura, Wade, and even Erik, who gave me a warm smile from where he stood near the snack table, a plate of food already in hand.

Vanessa spotted me and hurried over, her face lighting up as she took in my expression. "What do you think?" she asked, a hint of pride in her voice.

"It's amazing," was all I could say, my voice filled with gratitude and emotion.

As everyone noticed me standing there, the excitement in the room seemed to double. Friends and family started to gather around, each person wanting to share in the joy of the moment. They greeted me with warm smiles, kind words, and, of course, gentle rubs on my belly.

"You're glowing, Violet," Storm said, her eyes filled with warmth as she placed a hand on my stomach.

Raven, standing beside her, grinned and added, "I can't wait to meet this little one! You're going to be such an amazing mom."

As I looked around, taking in the love and support from everyone, I suddenly realized someone was missing. I glanced over at Vanessa. "Where's Logan?" I asked.

"Oh, he's with Wade, getting the cake," she replied with a reassuring smile. "They should be here any minute."

" You better have picked chocolate cake" I told Vanessa as I was getting annoyed by the handsy mutants in front of me. 

Vanessa chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. "Of course, I made sure it was chocolate. I know better than to mess with your cravings!" She winked, and I couldn't help but laugh.

As I gently nudged away hands that were overly eager to rub my belly, I added, "they better not mess the cake up."

Vanessa grinned. "Yeah, thats why I sent Logan with him just in case."

I laughed, walking over the dessert table, my mouth watering at the options.

Just then, the front door opened, and Logan walked in, carrying a large, beautifully decorated cake with Wade trailing behind him, holding another box, likely filled with additional treats. Logan's eyes immediately found mine, and a smile spread across his face.

"Did someone say chocolate cake?" Wade announced as he set the box down on the table, dramatically lifting the lid to reveal an assortment of desserts. "Because I brought enough to feed an army."

I shook my head, amused. "You didn't have to bring the whole bakery, Wade."

Wade shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, I'm just making sure you and the little one are well-fed. Plus, who can say no to cake?"

Logan came over to me, setting the cake down gently on the table before wrapping an arm around my waist. "Everything good, sweetheart?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing my side.

"Perfect," I replied, leaning into him. "But I'm going to need that cake soon."

Vanessa clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention with a wide smile. "Okay, everyone, let's get started with the baby shower games!" she announced, her excitement infectious.

The guests cheered, gathering around as Vanessa began explaining the first game. "We're going to start with the classic 'Guess the Baby Food' game," she said, holding up a tray of small jars with mysterious labels covering the original names. "You'll each get a spoonful of baby food, and you have to guess what flavor it is. No cheating!"

Groans and laughter erupted from the group as Wade dramatically pretended to gag. "Baby food? Really, Vanessa? You know my delicate palate can't handle that!"

"Come on, Wade, just do it." Vanessa teased back, handing out small spoons to everyone.

Logan looked at me with a playful smirk. "I'll bet you I can guess more flavors than you."

I raised an eyebrow, my competitive spirit kicking in. "You're on, Logan. Loser has to change all the diapers for a week."

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my temple. "Deal."

Vanessa went around, giving each person a taste of the mystery baby food. The room was filled with laughter and exaggerated reactions as people tried to guess the strange and often unappetizing flavors. Logan grimaced as he tasted something particularly unpleasant, while Wade loudly complained about the "green sludge" he was sure was supposed to be peas.

After a few rounds of guessing and lots of laughter, Vanessa revealed the answers. "And the winner is... drumroll, please..."

Everyone tapped their hands on their legs, creating a drumroll sound.

"Violet!" Vanessa announced, holding up a small prize wrapped in pastel-colored paper. "You guessed the most flavors correctly!"

I grinned, accepting the prize with a mock bow. "Looks like you're on diaper duty, Logan."

He shook his head, laughing. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

The games continued, with everyone fully immersed in the fun. We played "Baby Charades," where guests had to act out different baby-related scenarios, and "Pin the Pacifier on the Baby," which resulted in a lot of playful shoving and misplaced pacifiers.

As the afternoon wore on, the room was filled with the sound of laughter, teasing, and the warmth of friends and family celebrating together. Logan and I shared more than a few knowing looks, both of us grateful for the love and support that surrounded us.

It was finally time to cut the cake and reveal the gender of our baby. Vanessa, who had been waiting for this moment with barely contained excitement, brought the cake to the center of the room. The cake was beautifully decorated with delicate swirls of frosting, adorned with tiny baby-themed decorations, but it was the inside that held the real surprise.

Everyone gathered around, their excitement palpable. Logan stood beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, as we both took hold of the knife. The room fell silent, the anticipation thick in the air.

"Ready?" Logan whispered, his voice filled with both excitement and nerves.I nodded, smiling up at him. "Ready."

Together, we slowly pushed the knife into the cake, cutting through the layers with ease. The moment the knife made contact with the center, the room seemed to hold its breath. Logan and I carefully pulled out the first slice, revealing the color inside.

A collective gasp filled the room as everyone saw the vibrant pink cake. "It's a girl!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with joy.

Cheers erupted around us, making me feel the love and happiness radiating from them. Logan's smile was so wide it lit up the entire room, and he pulled me into a hug, lifting me off the ground as he spun me around.

"We're having a little girl," Logan said, his voice thick with emotion as he set me back down. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked around the room, taking in the faces of our friends and family who were all celebrating with us. It was a moment of pure happiness, one that I knew I would treasure forever.

Wade, who had been holding back tears himself, stepped forward and threw his arms around both of us. "A mini Violet! The world isn't ready!" he exclaimed, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

As we all dug into the cake, the room filled with chatter and excitement about the baby's future. Vanessa and Laura were already planning out the nursery, discussing color schemes and baby names with a level of enthusiasm that made me laugh.

Logan kept me close, his hand never leaving mine as we mingled with our guests. Every now and then, he'd lean in to whisper something sweet in my ear or place a protective hand on my growing belly. It was clear that he was just as overjoyed as I was, already embracing his role as a father with the same fierce dedication he showed in everything he did.

As the celebration continued, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This baby was already so loved, and I knew that with Logan by my side, we were ready to face whatever the future held. Surrounded by the people who meant the most to us, I felt a deep sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that our little family was about to grow in the most wonderful way.

One month later

I woke up to an intense pain in my stomach, sharp and unrelenting. It was 1 a.m., and the apartment was eerily quiet. Logan wasn't here; he had gone on one last mission, promising to stay by my side for the final weeks of my pregnancy. I sat up, hoping the pain would ease, but it only grew more intense, radiating through my body in waves. Panic began to set in as I fumbled through the covers, trying to find my phone.

Another contraction hit, stronger this time, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat. My hands shook as I finally located my phone, the screen glaringly bright in the darkness. I scrolled through my contacts, heart racing. Logan was out of reach, Laura was all the way at the mansion, and the pain was only getting worse.

Then it hit me-I wasn't alone. Vanessa and Wade were literally my neighbors. I quickly dialed Vanessa's number, praying she would pick up.

The phone rang once, twice, before I heard the groggy but concerned voice on the other end. "Violet? What's wrong?"

"Vanessa," I gasped, another contraction stealing my breath. "It's the baby. I think... I think she's coming. The pain-it's too much."

There was a moment of silence, then I heard the unmistakable rustling of sheets and the urgency in Vanessa's voice as she called out to Wade. "Wade! Get up! It's time!"

"Violet, hang tight. We're coming over right now," Vanessa assured me, her voice calm despite the situation. "Just breathe, okay? We'll be there in a second."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me, trying to focus on my breathing as she had taught me during our many pregnancy chats. But the contractions were relentless, and fear gripped me as I realized how fast everything was happening. The baby was too early but the contractions were continuing in a rapid pace.

Within what felt like no time at all, I heard the front door burst open, and then Vanessa and Wade were in my bedroom, both looking wide awake and fully alert despite the early hour.

"Oh, honey," Vanessa breathed, rushing to my side. She placed a reassuring hand on my arm while Wade looked at me, eyes wide but determined.

"Alright, we're going to get you to the hospital," Wade said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "Everything's going to be fine. I'm practically a trained midwife. I've seen like a hundred birthing videos."

Vanessa shot him a look. "Not helping, Wade. Grab her bag and let's go."

Wade nodded, quickly moving to grab the hospital bag I had packed weeks ago, just in case. Vanessa helped me stand, supporting me as we slowly made our way to the door.

Another contraction hit just as we reached the hallway, and I doubled over, clutching Vanessa for support. She held me up, rubbing my back soothingly. "You're doing great, Violet. Just a little more, and we'll be at the hospital."

Wade was already out the door, running ahead to start the car that Charles gave to them as a wedding present. Vanessa stayed with me, guiding me through each step, each breath, as we made our way downstairs.

By the time we reached the car, the contractions were coming fast and hard, and I could barely think through the pain. Wade helped me into the backseat, where Vanessa climbed in beside me, holding my hand tightly.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Wade announced as he floored the gas, speeding toward the hospital. Vanessa kept her focus on me, her calm presence a lifeline in the chaos.

"Just keep breathing, Violet," she said softly. "We're almost there. You're so strong, you've got this."

I nodded, trying to focus on her words, on the fact that soon I would be meeting my baby girl. The thought filled me with a mix of fear and excitement, but I knew that as long as I had my friends by my side, I could face anything.

As we hurried toward the hospital entrance, each step felt like a battle. The pain was becoming unbearable, radiating through my entire body. I reached out instinctively, grabbing Wade's arm as another contraction hit me like a wave. My grip was tight, almost desperate, and I heard him let out a small wince, though he quickly tried to mask it with a reassuring smile.

"Easy there, Violet," he joked, though his voice was strained. "I need that arm to hold your baby later."

Despite the pain, I managed a weak smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. But the reality of what was happening was impossible to ignore. My breaths were coming out in short, frantic gasps, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as the contractions came closer together, each one more intense than the last.

Vanessa, who was on my other side, squeezed my hand. "We're almost there, Violet. Just a few more steps. You're doing amazing."

I nodded, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out. The automatic doors of the hospital slid open, and the cool, sterile air hit me, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body. A nurse spotted us immediately, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.

"We need a wheelchair!" Vanessa called out, her voice firm but calm. Within moments, a wheelchair was brought over, and Wade helped me into it with surprising gentleness.

As I sat down, a sharp pain shot through me, and I couldn't hold back the cry that escaped my lips. Wade crouched down in front of me, his expression more serious than I'd ever seen it.

"Hey, listen to me," he said, his voice steady. "You're going to be fine. We're all here with you, and you're going to bring that little girl into the world like a champ."

I nodded, clinging to his words as the nurse began to wheel me toward the maternity ward. they both stayed right by my side, never letting go of my hands. The ride down the hallway felt both too long and too short, the fluorescent lights overhead blurring together as I focused on just getting through each contraction.

Finally, we reached the delivery room. The medical staff quickly took over, guiding me onto the bed. Vanessa hovered nearby, her presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't alone in this.

As the doctor came in and introduced herself, I felt a sudden surge of panic. Logan wasn't here. He should be here, holding my hand, telling me everything would be okay. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying, and I could feel the tears starting to fall.

Wade was across the room, pacing back and forth with his phone pressed to his ear. His usual joking demeanor was nowhere to be found; instead, he was dead serious, frantically trying to get in touch with Logan. Every time he hit a dead end, I could see the frustration building in his expression.

"Come on peanut, pick up!" he muttered, dialing yet another number. I watched as he paused, listening intently for a response. When none came, he cursed under his breath and tried the next number on his list.

"Wade, what's going on?" I managed to ask between contractions, my voice strained.

Wade looked over at me, his face a mixture of determination and worry. "I'm trying to get Logan here, but he's off the grid. I'm calling everyone-Scott, Storm, Peter-you name it. Someone's gotta be able to reach him."

Vanessa, who was still holding my hand, gave Wade a reassuring nod. "He'll get through, Violet. Wade won't stop until he does."

Wade gave a quick thumbs-up before turning his attention back to the phone. "Come on, Logan, pick up the damn phone," he muttered, hitting redial for what felt like the hundredth time.The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Wade's determination was unwavering; he was clearly willing to call every single X-Man on the planet if that's what it took to get Logan home.

Finally, I saw Wade's expression change. His eyes widened slightly, and he stopped pacing. "Finally! Logan, listen up!" he nearly shouted into the phone. "Violet's in labor. You need to get your hairy butt back here right now!"

I couldn't hear Logan's response, but the tension in Wade's shoulders eased slightly as he listened. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. She's doing great, but you better hurry up before you miss the whole show."

Wade paused, nodding at whatever Logan was saying on the other end. "Good. Get here fast, man. We've got this covered, but you need to be here." 

He hung up the phone and turned back to me, a wide grin on his face. "Logan's on his way. He's gonna make it, I hope."

A wave of relief washed over me, and I nodded, tears of gratitude filling my eyes. "Thank you, Wade. Thank you so much."

Logan was on his way, and with Wade and Vanessa by my side, I knew I could do this.

"Where the hell is Logan!!!???" I groaned, the pain making my voice sharp as I began to push. Wade and Vanessa were right next to me, each holding one of my hands, their faces etched with concern.

"I know, I know, but you've got this, Violet," Wade said, his usual sarcasm gone, replaced by genuine worry and determination. "Just keep breathing, okay? Logan's gonna walk in any second now, I promise."

Vanessa squeezed my hand gently, her eyes locked on mine, offering silent encouragement. "You're doing amazing, Violet. Just a little more."

The doctor at the foot of the bed, calm and composed, looked up at me. "Violet, you need to start pushing with the next contraction. You're doing great, but we need to keep going."

I nodded, trying to focus on the doctor's instructions, but the pain was overwhelming, and all I could think about was Logan. Where was he? I needed him here, now.

Another contraction hit me like a wave, and I gritted my teeth, gripping Wade and Vanessa's hands as I pushed with all my strength. The room was a blur of activity, nurses moving around me, the doctor's voice a steady guide through the chaos.

"Good, Violet, that's good," the doctor encouraged. "Keep pushing, you're almost there."I could barely process the words. All I could do was focus on the pain and the desperate need to see Logan walk through that door. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I pushed again, harder this time, feeling the intense pressure.

"Come on, Violet, you're doing it!" Vanessa cheered, her voice filled with pride and love.

"Logan's gonna kick himself if he misses this," Wade added, trying to keep the mood light, even as I squeezed his hand so hard he winced.

I took a deep breath, drawing on every ounce of strength I had left. I could feel the baby moving, the pressure increasing, and I knew it wouldn't be long now. 

"Push, Violet, push!" the doctor urged, and I did, giving it everything I had.

The room seemed to fade away as I focused on pushing, the pain intensifying with each wave that coursed through my body. Wade and Vanessa's voices were distant, muffled by the pounding of my heart in my ears. All I could think about was getting through this, bringing my baby into the world, and hoping that Logan would somehow walk through that door before it was all over.

"Just one more big push, Violet!" the doctor called out, their voice the only thing anchoring me to the moment.

I took a deep breath, gathered every bit of strength I had left, and pushed with everything I had. The pain was overwhelming, but then, suddenly, it was followed by a sensation of release. I gasped, my body trembling as I collapsed back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

There was a brief moment of silence, a heartbeat where time seemed to stand still, and then the room was filled with the sound of a baby's first cry. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"You did it, Violet," Vanessa said, her voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

Wade let out a breath he had been holding, his grip on my hand loosening as he leaned over to kiss my forehead. "You're a freakin' superhero, Violet. You did it."

The doctor carefully lifted my baby, and I watched in awe as they gently placed the tiny, wriggling form on my chest. I felt a rush of overwhelming love and relief as I looked down at my child, tears spilling down my cheeks. My baby. Our baby.

"Congratulations, Violet," the doctor said softly. "It's a beautiful, healthy baby girl."I looked down at my daughter, her tiny face scrunched up as she cried, her little fists waving in the air. She was perfect in every way, and I couldn't believe she was finally here.

I kissed her soft forehead, my tears mixing with her own as I whispered, "Welcome to the world, little one. I'm your mama, and I'm going to love you forever."

The door to the room burst open suddenly, and there was Logan, his eyes wide with panic and relief, his chest heaving as if he had run a marathon. "Violet! I'm so sorry-"

But I didn't need to hear anything else. The sight of him was enough to make my heart swell with love. "Logan," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked up at him, our daughter still cradled in my arms. "She's here."

Logan's eyes softened as he walked over, his gaze never leaving our baby. He reached out a tentative hand, gently brushing his fingers over her tiny head, his face a mixture of awe and pure love. "She's... she's perfect," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

He leaned down to kiss me, his lips lingering against mine as he whispered, "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, Violet. I tried to get back as fast as I could."

"You're here now," I replied, my voice thick with tears. "That's all that matters."

Logan sat down beside me on the bed, his arm wrapping around my shoulders as we both looked down at our daughter, who had finally stopped crying and was now gazing up at us with wide, curious eyes.

The nurse, who had been quietly observing, gave us a gentle smile. "What would be the name of your baby girl?" she asked softly.

I looked down at our little miracle, the name already forming in my heart, a name that felt right, that felt like it was meant for her. 

"Scarlett," I said, my voice soft but certain. "Scarlett Howlett Williams."

A/N: And that's the end! Thank you to those who have supported me throughout this story. I hope you enjoyed the ending. Thank you, thank you, thank you! 

[bymuse]

𔘓 ⚖️ . ִ ֗ age is just a number

≡ ⌂ ⌕ ❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ♡゙written by muse

ˑ 𐇛̲﹗hcs of 31! neteyam sully × 23! na'vi reader, dilf! neteyam × milf! reader, moon! neteyam × sunshine! reader, established relationship, mates, fluff, mentions of childbirth, mentions of pregnancy, children... if u hate them pls dont read the second part, age gap couple

➷ NAVIGATION/MASTERLIST. PT2.

courting

his infatuation with you began at the age of 30.

you were laughter bottled up in a jar. if you were the sun, neteyam was but a sunflower at your mercy. but he wasn't the only na'vi who worshipped the ground you tread on and the obvious age gap debilitated his resolve to court you.

by no means was he an insecure man. he merely assumed your preference included men of your age, given you were at the prime of your beauty and career as a huntress. eywa, did he mention he never saw a huntress with that much precision?

while neteyam was the best warrior of his clan, you were the best huntress, exceeding both men and women twice your age.

many一neytiri included一saw you as someone who could stand alongside neteyam as an equal. since kiri was to succeed as tsahik, all neteyam must find was a worthy mate who could lead the people. someone the people respected and someone who would be an amazing mother figure to the clan.

of course, neteyam being neteyam, cared little about paying attention to romance until one night.

one night, a wild beast managed to infiltrate the village and ravished all the food.

neteyam had killed it, albeit it was too late. the forest whispered the tune of danger as the eclipse descended onto pandora. the people would starve for a night before the foragers and hunters could go back to work in the morning.

that was the initial plan until you sought permission to leave the village. that wasn't the first time you both spoke. no, affairs regarding the clan were a popular topic for stellar talents like you, and he appreciated your dedication to the people.

neteyam finally allowed it when you set an ultimatum: if you didn't return in half an hour, the rest would search for you and bring you back for punishment. reluctantly, he agreed. after all, you were the finest hunter with wits. you wouldn’t be killed so easily, not with that stubborn will to live. he was mostly worried you would suffer an injury under his command. that would neither do good for his name nor uphold your reputation as a fearless huntress.

in half an hour, you returned to the feast with bloodstained hands and two large deers to feed the clan.

that was the first time neteyam truly noticed you outside the tip of your arrow, the legends of your reputation and the shape of your silhouette.

for the first time ever, neteyam saw you. he saw your eyes twinkle with glee as the children cheered for you. he saw the robotic pace in your gait despite the affirmations you told your parents. he saw your pride and happiness overcoming the pain in your ankle. pride wasn't something that lifted your chin and made you look down upon the rest. on the contrary, the pride you owned was a pride that made you collapse into your friends' embraces and watch the elderly eat their warm dinner with a content sigh, hiding your twisted ankle.

everyone was so hungry they barely noticed your injury but neteyam did and he asked his grandmother to treat you.

day after day, neteyam started to bump into you everywhere. on the training grounds, near the waterfall, around the bonfire at dinner. it was given you were always around him ( you were one of his people after all ), but he never noticed in the past. yes, he may acknowledge you as the best huntress, but you both never exchanged a personal word.

that didn't sit right with him.

so neteyam approached you. the first time, it was during a hunt. simple conversation about your family as you two waited for prey. the second time, it was near the stable where he introduced you to his direhorse. the third time, he invited you for a flight with your ikrans.

little by little, the both of you grew closer. slowly but surely, you consumed neteyam's thoughts and heart.

neteyam was over the moon when he realised you began to seek him out! it wasn't one-sided anymore. he would bend down to pat your head and you would stomp on his foot in response. neteyam loved every minute he spent with you.

for nine months, he focused on getting to know your soul. for someone the age of twenty-two, your emotions were levelled and mature. your visions and thoughts? absolutely wise and forearmed. your humour and jokes? oh, great mother, it was like you possessed the ability to bring the child in him back to life. you knew your goal, and you spared nothing to achieve it. you wanted to find a true love who accepted you as you were, scarred and stained, but beautiful nevertheless.

to say neteyam was mesmerised was an understatement.

in the tenth month, neteyam concluded an end to his pathetic pining. from then onwards, he would confidently court you. you did not deserve clandestine meetings and concealed affections. you deserved the best and that was what he would give you一the best.

for three months, he courted you. he hunted, he weaved, he sang, he carved, and he met your parents. all of this to show that he chose you.

you, who couldn't stop smiling when he first gave you a dagger he made himself. you, who jumped into his big arms the second he popped the question. you, who kissed the damn idiot because he was whispering sweet promises into your ear.

in december, both of you mated before eywa and conceived a child.

parenthood

neteyam was destined for fatherhood, it seemed. he knew when exactly to feed your son, when to change his diaper, how to burp him, how to entertain him and ease his tantrums. this soothed your anxiety as a first-time mom.

he was afraid you would be too stressed with a baby at such a young age, hence he would take the baby with him most of the time. crying at midnight? no worries when he was at your baby's beck and call. need to prepare for a celebration? go ahead, neteyam loved having his baby all for himself. want some alone time? do as you please, he could bring the baby to the tree of souls to visit their ancestors. leading a large hunting party? as you should, neteyam and your son would await the seven-course dinner.

sometimes you felt left out because your baby spent so much time with him. perhaps your absence didn't affect them. however, that was nonsense. as soon you entered your home, your two boys would light up in smiles after missing you a whole day.

throughout your pregnancy, he was protective. now that the baby was out of your womb, neteyam toned down his instincts to tail you wherever you went because he trusted you and he could protect his baby.

jake introduced him to a baby carrier and dear eywa, neteyam couldn't love anything more. he would wrap his baby in a piece of fabric with your scent on it and carry him everywhere. you found it endearing whenever he held meetings with the elders and warriors, all while a baby drooled on his chest.

whenever neytiri and jake missed the baby, he would hand your son over and relish in the rare alone time with you. just like his father, he would plan date nights. he was the heir and head warrior, but he was yours first and foremost. this gesture would remind you why he's the father of your child in the first place.

as your son grew into a toddler, neteyam would scheme games that encouraged your child to walk. he made it his number one priority to witness his first footsteps. you would join in of course and at the end of the day, both of you would be exhausted from coaxing your toddler. the three of you would fall asleep within a blink on the bed, limbs entangled and jaws agape.

when your son did take his first steps, neteyam cried. he cried like the day you gave birth.

it crashed down on him, the fact that happiness was so simple. it was so simple to achieve because of the family you gave him.

once your firstborn reached the age of three, neteyam would ask for another one. a daughter who was the spitting image of you, if he was lucky. you would oblige and soon the family of three became a family of four.

with two children, it meant twice the chaos.

he would nurture your daughter whereas you would match your son's lively spirit. one would be fed all day, and another would be bouncing up and down, running back and forth. frankly? it was a little tiring, but nothing you two couldn't handle.

for your daughter, he would carve the lortsyal out of crystals and weave bracelets for her chubby hands. he sang praises about his daughter's calmness, never waking in the middle of the night and always cooing whenever he kissed her. he would let her play with his tail, smiling even when she bit it out of curiosity.

in the middle of training, you'd drop by with your children in tow. neteyam would train the warriors from sunrise and return at sunset, but the children lacked patience. upon your son and daughter’s whines, you'd bring them to visit neteyam and leave them there for a couple of hours.

when neteyam caught a glimpse of your soft smile as you carried both your children in your arms, he swore he wanted another one.

and another one you both had. actually, two. twins. two daughters. one with your features and one with his smile.

quickly, your home would brim with toys and children's laughter. neteyam often boasted about his family: his mate being the best huntress, his son being an inheritor of both their talents, his eldest daughter being the sweetest girl with the sweetest voice ( almost overthrowing ninat ) and his two baby twins who were by far, the most mischievous and noisy children in the entire forest. he dared comment that their wails would drive away the toruk.

if there was one thing he would complain about, that would be that all of the kids were born with your indestructible optimism and contagious laughter. that meant neteyam was utterly weak to all of you. the wrinkles he was bound to receive after worrying for all five of you.

just when the mighty warrior was about to surrender, you announced your pregnancy with your fifth child.

neteyam crumbled from the overflowing bliss.

based off this request!

reblogs and comments are appreciated!

( no beta, we die like tsutey )

written by muse 2023

[mcx7demonbros]

Devildom Public Holidays

Summary: headcanons of a list of public holidays celebrated in the Devildom.

C/W. Suggestive in Asmo’s birthday part.

First, Devildom didn’t use the word “holiday” for their public celebrations and days off until very recently. The reason was because “holiday” came from the word “Holy Day”, which means Christian religious celebration days such as Christmas, Easter, Whitsun, etc.

However, the exchange program changed that. The Devildom now uses the term “holiday” but with much secularized meaning only. The same is applied to any holiday they adopted from the Human World.

Fixed holidays

January

January 1 - New Year Day

Two-day celebration: New Year Eve & New Year Day

The Devildom adopted this holiday from the Human World one year after the first year of the exchange program ended, per the request and desire of MC.

Celebrations are not different from the Human World. There are fireworks, parades, singing & greeting each other “Happy New Year”, etc.

February

Sadly, no day off, except weekend 😔

March

March 11 - Birthday of Lord Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony and Lord Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth

Three-day celebration: March 10 - March 12

Demons of Gluttony are allowed to eat more food while demons of Sloth don’t do any manual work during the celebration.

Demons usually hang the sign of Gemini ♊️ on the door(s) of their houses during the celebration.

Twin demons born during the past year are given a special demonic blessing by ministers of Three-Legged Crow god.

April

April 9 - Birthday of Lord Leviathan, Avatar of Envy

Three-day celebration: April 8 - April 10

Demons of Envy and otakus participate in demonic services in honor of Ruri-chan and other anime/manga girls.

A three-day game tournament is held in honor of Levi.

Navy parades on Devildom rivers and seas. Salutes by cannon are also performed on large ships during these occasions.

For the Navy, the celebration lasts until April 11, one more day than normal demons.

May

May 15 - Birthday of Lord Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust

Three-day celebration: May 14 - May 16

This day is dubbed by many demons of Lust as “Fuck Day” and they don’t just say, they do the deed. However, traditionally, this day is associated with freedom to express oneself and the positivity of carnal desires.

Beauty brands usually gives out discount and sale off during the celebration.

June

June 6- Devil’s Day and Birthday of Lord Lucifer, Avatar of Pride

Seven-day celebration: June 1 - June 7

Devil’s Day is considered one of the most important celebration in Devildom. It’s like a new year to its citizen.

Carnivals, fireworks, parades, cannon salutes are held many times during the celebration.

Devildom’s Classical Music Association holds a yearly musical performance and opera in honor of Lucifer on June 5, the day before his birthday.

Devildom’s Painter Association even has its members to paint a peacock and put the works in a contest to see who can paint the most beautiful peacock of the year.

Walking on the streets of Devildom, you may occasionally see demon children dressing up as chess pieces. Weird, huh.

July

Sadly, no day off, except weekend 😔

August

August 22 - Butler’s Day. Birthday of Lord Barbatos, the Royal Steward

Three-day celebration: August 21 - August 23

It’s decreed that demon nobles and others with servants allow those who serve them to take three celebration days off. The reason is because butlers, maids and others have served their masters throughout the year, without taking a day off as servants still serve their masters on other holidays.

September

September 10 - Birthday of Lord Mammon, Avatar of Greed

Three-day celebration: September 9 - 11

On this day, demons of Greed usually choose to show their generosity by buying Grimm chocolate and candy and give them to demon children.

Money lenders reduce the money their debtors have to pay a little bit today.

Many demons of Greed have the habit of keeping the first Grimm coin they made as a keepsake to remember the first time they got their hands on hard-earned money. Many of them also have the “devotion” to kiss the gold coin once a year on Mammon’s birthday, believing the act would bring them more money in the future.

In honor of Mammon, demons also don’t shoo crows away and even feeding them.

October

October 20 - Birthday of Lord Satan, Avatar of Wrath

Three-day celebration: October 19 - 21

Book discounts and sale off are frequent during the celebration.

Devildom citizens feed and play with cat, believing they will help them avoid many annoying hassles.

Demons of Wrath even let cats put their paws on their heads, believing in its soothing effect. I mean, it works on their Avatar, right?

October 31 - Birthday of Lord Diavolo, Crown Prince and future King of all Demons

Four-day celebration: October 30 - November 2

Many public celebrations with parades, fireworks, gun & cannon salutes, etc.

Demon nobles and high officials hold small balls or parties at their residences to honor Diavolo. The reason why the balls or parties are small is because most demons can’t attend too many of them during the celebration period and they must be inferior compared to the main large ball held at the Demon Lord’s Castle on Diavolo’s birthday.

November

November 1 & 2 as a part of Diavolo’s birthday celebration period as said above.

December

December 9 - Cursed Day

One day celebration

The day Solomon was born. Most demons believe Solomon to be a wicked human and the ultimate villain and/or an agent of Celestial Realm. So they take this day off to curse and insult him. Diavolo never approves this day to begin with but monarchs have to let their people have their way.

Many revenues build Solomon’s statues for this day just so demon citizens can slap, hit, punch, kick, put a curse on or spat on them. The statues are fixed by the local government in early December every year to prepare for this day again.

Diavolo had prohibited this celebration before the exchange program started because it would be offensive to Solomon in particular and repulsive to other exchange students in general. But the decree only works in the capital and surrounding areas. Many demons persist in having their way in many places.

December 25 - Christmas Day

Nine-day celebration: December 24 - January 1

The day Christ was born. But Devildom adopted the holiday without its special religious meaning.

Christmas trees, presents, Santa Claus, etc.

The reason the celebration is so long is because it coincides with end-of-the-year break.

Movable holidays

Your birthday 🎉

Your own birthday

The Seven Lords and the Royals take the day off to celebrate with you. And since all the government officials don’t work on this day, I guess it’s as good as a day off. Yay.

Other days I guess are probably off in Devildom but I currently have no headcanon or info.

King’s Day - The Demon King’s birthday

Festival of the Three-Legged Crow God

Founding Day - Commemorating the Founding of Devildom

And pretty much any other human holidays, depend on your background.

[thunder-pride]

It’s the 1st of May! One month until June and a whole lot of fun awaits us! While you’re counting down with us, now’s the time to gather your art supplies, sharpen your pencils (and your typing skills!), and queue up your faves!

Whether you want to use each day to explore headcanons both new and old, get ready to take part in events, or celebrate Pride with us - we’re excited to have you and look forward to seeing what you make!

If you’d like some inspo - you could combine these prompts with our random identity generator!

A post regarding the Gift Exchange sign ups is forthcoming and when posted, a link will be added [HERE] SIGN-UPS CLOSED

A text version of the calendar can be found under the cut below 😊

EVENT - 1 & 2 June - Ask Game

3 June - Bingo #1 Prompts

4 June - Gordon Day

5 June - Gay Men and Lesbian Day

6 June - Scott Day

7 June - Agender and Bigender Day

EVENT - 8 & 9 June - Palette Challenge

10 June - Bingo #2 Prompts

11 June - Aromantic and Asexual Day

12 June - Tin-Tin and Kayo Day

13 June - Genderqueer and Genderfluid Day

14 June - Virgil Day

EVENT - 15 & 16 June - Headcanon Weekend

17 June - Bingo #3 Prompts

18 June - Alan Day

19 June - Transgender Day

20 June - Brains and Jeff Day

21 June - Multisexual Day (e.g. Bisexual, Pansexual, Omnisexual)

EVENT - 22 & 23 June - Photo Prompts

24 June - Bingo #4 Prompts

25 June - Polyamorous Day

26 June - John Day

27 June - Demisexual and Demiromantic Day

28 June - Lady Penelope and Parker Day

EVENT - 29 & 30 June - Gift Exchange

[thalialunacy]

[written for the @calaisreno FABULOUS MAY PROMPTS FEST! This is the last one from me, folks. Thanks for being along for the ride. 💋]

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'End, begin, all the same.' - Aughra, "The Dark Crystal"

The tannoy at the train station nearest Sherlock's parents' house is phlegmatic enough that John almost doesn't catch their names being called.

He exchanges glances with Sherlock over the top of Rosie's head, but the detective is of no real help. 'Fine, then. Let's go at least see what it is.'

Sherlock makes his Calculating Risk face, then nods. 'The odds of it being an assassin are low.'

'Comforting,' John replies dryly as they exit towards the car park. Then he sees what's ahead of them. 'Are you sure?'

Because in the waiting zone is an understated but incredibly expensive car, and there's a well-suited, quietly brick house-like man standing by the driver's side door.

'Fairly,' Sherlock says, mouth twisting. 'He's one of Mycroft's.'

'Not reassuring, really.'

The man assesses them blandly as they approach. 'My only objective is the car hand-off, gents. You're to drive yourselves.'

John shifts Rosie to his other side. 'Yes, erm. Where… To?'

'Dumfries,' the man says shortly, handing a thin dossier to Sherlock. 'Cheers.'

Sherlock watches him go with a scowl. 'If Mycroft could stop being an interfering busybody for one moment-- Oh.'

John glances at his expression, and clearly there's something of note in the dossier--presumably a case--but he has a toddler to wrestle into a car seat. Because of course there's a carseat. Interfering or no, Mycroft is an incredibly detail-oriented busybody.

Sherlock's scowl stays in place as they get underway, and John clears his throat. 'Want me to fire up the old GPS?'

Sherlock looks for a moment like John's vocabulary pains him -- it probably does, John thinks with not a little bit of amusement -- then nods.

This is unusual-- Sherlock likes to show off his navigation skills, and to be fair, John finds them impressive-- so John complies without issue. He pulls open the dossier and scans it for the name of their lodgings, which he puts into his phone absently. 'I've not been to this part of Scotland since I was a kid. There's a triangular castle with a real siege weapon, and--'

He stops. Stares at the phone screen.

"Gretna Green," it declares as their destination.

'I see you've figured out Mycroft's cunning plan,' Sherlock intones.

John lets out an incredulous laugh. 'Is he taking the piss?'

'He's hired us a car which is probably worth more than the one he owns, so I'd say not.'

As if on cue (and that will never not be creepy, John swears) John's phone pings with several texts.

Consider this a hint.

The case is more than adequate, if my brother complains.

Don't let your country, or my mother, down.

MH

John opens his mouth, but Sherlock cuts him off. 'He sent me a similar message.'

'Lovely,' John mutters. 'Well.' He considers. 'The hired house looks like something out of a very brand-conscious fairy tale, so that'll be amusing for Rosie.'

'Grimms tales, maybe,' Sherlock mutters. John's lips quirk.

They're silent for a while, comfortable, listening to Rosie smash plastic toys together in the back-- she's very fond of dinosaurs, particularly the bloodthirsty kind-- and not really watching the countryside go by.

John's scrolling through podcast options on his phone when Sherlock eventually breaks the silence. 'Do you know--' he starts.

'Probably not,' John says easily.

'Gretna Green have actually been very reluctant about relinquishing their old-fashioned image.'

John watches his face. 'Meaning… white?'

Sherlock's mouth quirks. 'Among other things.' He glances at John, who only takes a moment to get the inference.

'Ah, I see. Well.' He considers it, then his risk-loving brain decides for him. He plucks Sherlock's free hand up and presses his lips to one knuckle. 'Feel like upsetting some apple carts?' he asks, smirking.

Sherlock's hand tightens with his answering grin. 'God, yes.'

Fin fuckin finally

[Y'all, I have been to Gretna Green and it's reeeeal heteronormative, despite technically offering same-sex weddings (eg that's literally the only queer-coded picture on the site afaik). I just love the idea of J&S causing chaos there by being extraordinarily traditional while also being two blokes, and, you know, being themselves.]

[ocpotluck]

Happy Pride @daughter-of-melpomene

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch.23

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author’s Note: Shit is starting to get a little warm in this little hotel room…

You get in bed and Charles joins you shortly. “You never told me you spoke another language at home”, he says after getting situated. 

“It never came up”, you shrug.

“What language was that? It sounded so sweet.”

Warm pride for your mother tongue spreads through you. “That was Bengali, or as we call it, Bangla.”

“Will you teach me some?”, he asks.

Nodding, you set your phone on the nightstand and pull the covers up.

After recounting the days events, you both drift off to dreamland, basking in each other’s warmth.

…

Charles is on the phone the next morning, rapidly exchanging frustrated words in french. You decide to stay in bed to not interrupt. 

He cuts the call and set the phone down with a sigh. “So what’s got you so upset this morning?”, you ask. He flinches and turns. 

“Ah, mon ange, you are awake. Did I disturb your sleep?”

“No, I just woke up, didn’t even hear what you were saying on the phone.”

He sighs and sits at the edge of the bed, head in his hands. Concerned, you crawl out of the covers and wrap your arms around him, head resting between his shoulder blades. 

“I have a race in LA in a couple of weeks, which means I’ll have to be there for the next two weeks after that for press and media. I told them that I won’t stay the extra week unless they allow you to travel with me.”

You sit up now, touched by his consideration. Grabbing his face in both hands and straddling his lap, you gaze into his eyes. 

“You did that… for me?”, you whisper.

His arms come up to brush your hair from your eyes, eyes crinkling into the crows feet that make him all the more handsome. “Of course, amour. I told you when this began that I’d try to be wherever you are, but it works both ways, no? And now that I’ve had a taste of life with you… I can’t imagine going anywhere without you.”

Unable to contain your emotions, you pull his face to yours, kissing him passionately, conveying your expressions through your lips. He pulls you closer into him, hands in your hair, your thighs, your waist, gosh he was everywhere.

You pull away briefly. “You make me crazy”, you murmur against his soft lips.

���You make me insane”. He brings your hand up to where his heart lies. You feel the quick pulsing tempo of the organ. “This heart of mine, is beating for you now, mon coeur.”

You blush. “I bet you’ve said that to all your girlfriends”. And then you’re being rolled over, his weight on top of you, lips crushed on yours. Unable to resist, you retaliate with the same passion. 

And then, you feel his hand creep up to your throat, wrapped around it ever so slightly, his thumb running over the skin. You moan, and he takes it as a sign to apply the gentlest pressure. You whimper into his mouth, arching up into his body. 

Charles grins against your mouth. “Do you like being choked, ange?” When he feels you clench your thighs around his waist, he get his answer. Leaning and brushing your lips with his, teasing you, leaving you to chase his lips, he whispers, “I see that you’re not so innocent after all.”

You whine into his mouth, craving the warmth again, and he decides to tke pity and finally give you what you want. Eagerly, you take what his gives you, molding your lips against his, lips against lips, teeth against teeth, hearts beating as one. 

He pulls apart, leaving you to catch your breathe. “I don’t want you to ever think you are one bit comparable to my past partners. Understand?”

Nodding, you curl up into him. “Do you want to travel up to my hometown while we’re in California? It’s an 8 hour drive from LA and I can get us there.”

“I’ll have to check with my manager, but it should be fine.”

“I’m so excited to give you a tour of the state.”

Basking in the moment for a bit, you zone out, until Charles is tapping your hip. “Alright, up you go to work now, Missy. You’ve had enough time to laze around.”

Pouting you get up and freshen up.

[vivid-ink]

'The Love Shack'

Part V - The Fault Is Ours (Teaser Snippet)

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)

Series warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI

Part V Summary:

You'd prepared for Neteyam's upset, prepared for his anger, but what you hadn't prepared for or even anticipated was his complete and total disregard for you...

Read Part I, II, III and IV in my Masterlist HERE

Author's Note:

Hello, my darlings. Here is an angsty teaser snippet for Part V, as promised. This will be the final part of this series and this chapter is all about the EMOTION. Don't get me wrong, there will be spice too, but this is all about Neteyam & Neyomi's (reader) journey coming to a final head. Thank you to all of you precious people who are still following this & supporting me with all your reactions. You mean the world to me. 😘

“Thanks for everything today. Thanks for listening.” You shot your best friend an appreciative smile, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tula’s answer was a smile and a wink, but her face twisted into an unimpressed grimace when she looked to the front of the platform again, “Better work fast, babe. Silwey looks like she’s got dessert on her mind tonight.”

Sure enough, you saw Silwey whispering into Neteyam’s ear when you cast another glance over your shoulder. It was now or never. You needed to get Neteyam alone tonight and you were going to swallow your pride and tell him everything; tell him you were in love with him...

Dusting your hands off, you rose to your feet, intent for the throng of people gathered at the front. With a deep breath, you focused on your objective.

Neteyam was speaking to four women, all smiles and laughter as they conversed. You managed to place yourself in a gap between two of them, just big enough for you to slip into without needing to push anyone. It placed you directly in his line of sight, but if you thought he was going to acknowledge you, even out of courtesy, given there were others surrounding him, watching him, you were wrong.

Mild irritation flared in your gut and you continued to look at him, trying to catch his eye. However, Neteyam’s gaze studiously avoided yours while he spoke in turn to the others, even quirking a small smile at Silwey when she leant her cheek against his shoulder. Your distress was sharp behind your sternum at the sight, but you were determined.

You cleared your throat audibly, causing a lull in the conversation as the women turned to look at you. You seized the opportunity, “Excuse me. Neteyam can I have a moment? I need to speak to you.”

Finally, for the first time that day, his amber orbs clashed with your own. There was no warmth in them though, no emotion. Just pure impassiveness that sent a dreadful shudder through you.

“If it’s about work, it can wait until tomorrow morning.” Neteyam’s response was clipped.

His icy demeanour was cutting. You’d expected him to be upset, but not like this, not cold and unfeeling. “It’s not work-related, but it’s important.”

“Sorry. I’ve got plans tonight. I’ll catch you another time.” More callous brusqueness.

This was an unexpected hurdle. You hadn’t expected his refusal to speak to you. You’d prepared for his upset and for his anger, but not for his complete disregard. A painful lump was forming in your throat and you swallowed it down tightly.

Keeping a tight rein on the brewing storm of your emotions beneath the surface, you maintained your careful mask of composure and tried again, “Neteyam, please. I only need a few moments.”

“No. I’ve got other plans.” It was a clear dismissal.

You weren’t going to beg, not in front of everyone. You would swallow your pride, but not to that extent.

Silwey was frowning at you, displeasure colouring her features, and the other women appeared uncomfortable at the awkward exchange. The telltale hot flush of humiliation was beginning to tingle and burn on the skin of your face and you regarded Neteyam’s hard gaze one final time before you turned and excused yourself from the group.

The world around you turned surreal, the noise of the gathered clan becoming a dull hum as you padded on numb feet back the way you came. You could feel your composure beginning to fracture, the storm within you threatening to spill, and with the first breath that hitched painfully in your chest, you broke into a sprint in the direction of your home shelter.

You needed somewhere safe and away from prying eyes for the dam to burst…

Your eyes stung and your vision blurred with the arrival of your tears. An onslaught of sobs came next and you tore the sun lily blooms from your hair as you ran, pawing at the wetness streaming from your eyes.

Evidently what had happened last night at the shack had been the last straw for Neteyam. You cried at the unfairness of it all.

You finally had a chance to love him, but it now seemed that Neteyam was unwilling to grant it to you…

Author's Note:

😭 I promise there's light at the end of the tunnel, but first we're all gonna cry and suffer the angst, ok?? 😭 Poor Neyomi.

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[autiebiographical]

Auctober starts tomorrow! I'm so excited! I hope you are too!

This is an autism themed Inktober prompt list and I highly encourage anyone who wants to participate to do so! All I ask is that you tag your post with #auctober or #auctober2024

Prompt list:

01. Autism Plus: this means comorbid or co-occurring conditions that come alongside with autism. (Dyslexia, ADHD, epilepsy, etc.)

02. Infinite: the infinity symbol has become the symbol of neurodiversity

03. AuDHD: autism and ADHD often go hand in hand, so the term AuDHD came into being

04. Music

05. Verbose

06. Individuals: despite what people may think, every autistic person is different. We are all individuals

07. Neuroscope: the uncanny ability we autistics have to tell when someone else is autistic

08. Non-speaking

09. Community

10. Self Advocacy

11. Unlearning Ableism

12. Differently Wired

13. Vivid Imaginations

14. Hyperfixations

15. Pebbling: little exchanges between two people to show that you care, like giving little gifts or just sharing memes

16. Autistic Pride

17. Repetition

18. Self Regulating

19. Comfort Items

20. Executive Dysfunction

21. Queer: this is here because there is a very large overlap between the autistic community and the queer community

22. Disabled

23. Synesthesia: when senses cross over, like seeing music or tasting colours. It's more common in autistics than allistics

24. Genetic

25. Pets

26. Fidgeting

27. Stimming

28. Safe Foods

29. Empathy

30. Accommodations

31. Sensory Euphoria

[galesdevoteewife]

Wedding asks!!! 14 and 21/28 (either or, or you can do both! they’re both about dancing) <3

✨✨Thank you my friend for spoiling me!! hehehe yes these I had given them thorough thoughts!! Imo symbolism is always a big thing in weddings so I made up tons of them LOL✨✨ 14. Rings -

Rings, yes! They looks like this.

I adopted Ed's traditional Waterdeep wedding ring setting (in short, 1. each party contributes a ring, 2.each ring is cut in half and 3.reforged/resized into two half-and-half rings). But I replaced the half-and-half metalworking method with Mokume-gane. At the center of each ring is a small round diamond, and they had chosen colors that best represented their impression of each other. The wearer should always take good care of and maintain the ring, keeping the diamond shining to signify the importance they place on caring for their partner. The ring Gale gave was infused with raw magic. Assume he was 35 years old in BG3 (1492). He was born when the Weave was broken, and it wasn’t restored until he was 22. But he could cast magic from infancy, so my HC is that he can conduct raw magic to some extent. As the foundation of the world and his core, he chose such a ring.

Zilvera chose to forge her ring from small pieces of adamantine shaved off her beloved hand crossbows. She had an almost fetishistic attachment to these hand crossbows—she considered them reliable companions, her pride, and friends that saved her countless times. It was a tough decision for her. She knows them inside out and the change in weight does bother her greatly. 12. Music + 21. Dancing + 28. First Dance -

🕺🎻🎶All-out-Party-Hard, Tavern Music DancePartY🎵🪘💃 The only step that matters in this entire wedding is dancing! I HC a whole set of— ᔓ Dekarios family wedding traditions ᔕ They are a long-standing and large family with many traditions. Every couple picks and chooses whichever they like, but this one most important/beloved dance is the one almost everyone retains. I'll call it "Wedding Circle Dance."

First, everyone forms a circle, with the couple on opposite sides of the circle so they can look at each other the entire time.

People who are next to the couple move to the outer ring, and every other person also moves to the outer ring.

Repeat until only the couple remains.

What's special about this dance is that the music starts slow and gradually gets faster and faster, so by the end, many people can't keep up, which makes the scene hilarious and brings laughter. Young /elder/limited mobility members are intentionally assigned to positions where they can move to the outer ring soon, ensuring nobody gets hurt.

The couple's coordination is tested, and they should strive to keep up with the dance until the very end of the song, symbolizing that they can overcome challenges together. (By the way, Gale and Zil nailed it like pros, hehe)

^ A reference of how the Wedding circle dance looks/feels like Then the music switches to a very slow, romantic tune. The couple slowly circles each other, catching their breaths. Whenever they feel ready, they may exchange vows and put the wedding rings—which hang on their necks with fine chains—onto each other.

The wedding is thus concluded. The officiant can give a speech or start the next dance.

The family loves dancing and everyone is encouraged to dance all night! Whoever wears out their shoes that night is believed to share the couple's luck and will find a great partner soon.

Other dance vibe reference:

These dances are all about having a great time together regardless of age or ability. That is the spirit of their family traditions! ♡ Wedding Prompts ♡01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 23/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

One last Radioapple for the road before shit goes down down.

Also! Check out this amazing art by @firinnie of Belphagor and Luci! I'm really so touched for the amount of support I'm getting. I really feel like I just got a writer's achievement because there's people taking time out of their day to make fanart based on my au ;;

Thank you all! <3 <3

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As more and more angels descend from Heaven, they attack indiscriminately, targeting both other angels and demons alike. In response, Lucifer and the citizens of Pride waste no time retaliating.

Lucifer: This doesn't even look like a war anymore.

Lucifer mutters to himself while fighting those who come at him.

Lucifer: It's a fucking massacre.

Lucifer watches in disbelief as angels slaughter each other without hesitation. The sight of celestial beings, once symbols of purity and order, now locked in brutal combat, leaves him in a state of disbelief. What sort of goal are they trying to accomplish?

His rebellion had a clear purpose: to gain equality and freedom. But even then, it didn't result in this kind of bloodshed.

Lucifer growls, his eyes narrowing as he surveys the chaos.

Lucifer: This isn't right. There must be some reason behind this madness!

Throughout the battlefield, he witnesses a horrifying scene: angels reanimating after being struck down, only to rise and continue their assault. The sight sends chills down Lucifer's spine.

Charlie: Dad, look out!

He was so distracted that he didn't notice an angel sneaking up behind him. Thankfully, it didn't land a hit as black tendrils struck it and hurled it into the still-burning embassy.

Turning, he found himself face to face with Alastor.

Lucifer: Thanks, Al.

Alastor: A pleasure, my dear.

Lucifer yelped as the Radio Demon grabbed his hand and placed his other hand on his waist, pulling him close until they were chest to chest.

Alastor: Care for a dance, sire?

Alastor asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

The King of Hell snorted, amused. Of course, Alastor would pull something this shit at a time like this. Lucifer responds, smirking.

Lucifer: Why, it would be my pleasure.

They spun and danced, Lucifer casting Hellfire on some angels while Alastor's eldritch shadows served as both sword and shield.

At one point, Alastor decided to play a jazzy tune. Laughing at the absurdity of the situation, Lucifer almost forgot they were in a war.

He heard a few cheers from the battlefield.

Angel: You guys look sexy as fuck! Can I join you guys next time? Preferably in the bedroom too!

Okay, maybe most came from Angel Dust.

Lucifer and Alastor exchanged amused glances, continuing their surreal dance amidst the chaos.

After one more spin, Alastor takes Lucifer's hand and dips down to plant a small kiss on it.

Alastor: I'll be elsewhere then, mon ange. Do keep out of trouble.

As Alastor lets go and begins to walk away, he is suddenly pulled back. The feeling of lips pressing against his own startles him, but he melts into the kiss almost immediately.

Lucifer's arms snake around Alastor's neck, deepening the kiss. He kisses Alastor like there's no tomorrow.

For him, there truly might not be.

When they finally break apart, both are breathing heavily from the intensity of the moment.

Lucifer speaks before he even has a chance to think.

Lucifer: I love you.

The words shock them both, and for a moment, there is silence. Then Alastor's entire demeanor softens. He moves his hands up to cup Lucifer's face, holding him like he is his whole world and looking at him with the same intensity.

Alastor: And I adore you, my Lucifer.

Alastor replies, his voice filled with genuine affection.

Maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay.