I been rereading 'Wanna be Happy' to get some motivation for that last damn chapter, and ended up drawing baby Miles and Tsu'tey out on a morning hunt.
I'm a bit out of practice doing digital pieces, but I think they're so cute! And the sketch came out alright :D
I've added it as a sticker to my Redbubble if anyone is interested! My handle is Shu_Box_Designs, and you can find the sticker linked here!
okay but after writing child of our own i couldn't stop thinking about how tsu'tey would react to his mate's first pregnancy
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you'd find out about your pregnancy, when tsu'tey is away on a mission with jake
at first, you think that your mood swings and dizziness is probably bc you miss tsu'tey too much and you haven't been taking good care of yourself
but on the third day, when you can't seem to fall asleep without him by your side, you start getting these thoughts that you might be pregnant
you don't want to get overexcited, in case it's nothing, so you decide to check with mo'at in the morning
when mo'at confirms your suspicions, you can't hold back tears of joy
so for the next days you can't wait for tsu'tey to come back to tell him the news
when tsu'tey finally comes from the mission, you greet him with a sweet kiss and a hug that you want to last forever
tsu'tey is a little surprised by how much he missed him (he still has a hard time believing that he had a mate like you) but he gladly holds you in his arms, having missed you insanely in the past few days
he doesn't care about the giddy smiles and curious glances he gets from his friends who rarely get to see this side of him
when tsu'tey is finally annoyed by their teasing and needs you to himself, he lifts you over his shoulder and walks to your home
once you're inside, he sits you down, and kneels in between your legs
for a moment, the two of you can't stop touching and kissing each other
"i have to tell you something," you tease him, peppering his face with small kisses
tsu'tey has to work a bit to get it out of you, he sees how excited you are but he can't seem to figure out why
instead of telling him with words, you bring his palm to your stomach
while it's still unnoticeable (of course), mo'at told you that there was already a strong heartbeat
bc na'vi are more sensitive with their hearing and touch, tsu'tey feels something too
at first, he doesn't want to give himself hope, so he looks back at you to check for your reaction
he frowns, as you break into a giddy smile
to check again, now suspecting exactly what you're trying to tell him, tsu'tey presses his ear against your stomach and catches the faintest beat
"are you with our child?" he asks, his voice very low, like he is scared it is not true
you're so overjoyed, you can't seem to answer with words, so tsu'tey has to pull back to see you nodding your head
"thank you, great mother," he whispers, before pulling you into his arms
"are you sure?" "yes, mo'at confirmed"
tsu'tey is not very expressive but by the way his heart starts racing and his eyes blink rapidly, you can tell that he's happy
for the rest of that day, tsu'tey can't stop holding you and kissing you, literally is glued to you
he constantly wants to touch you, just to make sure you're by his side
whether it's his tail grazing your back or his knee touching yours when you're sat down
he always needs to feel you, hold you close to himself
he also presses his ear against your stomach again to hear the hearbeat of your child
you can't help but laugh every time he does that bc his ear tickles your skin
but because of your laughter, tsu'tey has a hard time hearing the heartbeat, so his hands reach to hold you in place
he grunts and huffs when you keep laughing
"let me hear my child," he orders which makes you laugh even harder
that night, and every night after, tsu'tey likes being a big spoon so he can rest his arms around your middle
he rubs slow circles over your tummy, and presses soft kisses to the side of your head and to your temple
"i can't wait to meet our child," he whispers as you fall asleep
"thank you for making me the happiest man"
he'd then quietly pray to eywa, thinking you can't hear him
"thank you, great mother, for giving me a second chance at true happiness"
authors note: this is connected to my kxani series! however it can totally be read as a one shot it makes sense either way.
You could never deny how excited you were to finally meet your child. To hear their cry, listen to their first breath. The thought of becoming a mother was enough to make your heart smile.
Tsu’tey felt the same, maybe even more excited. The only downside was that he was extremely worried for you. The pregnancy was hard, complications rising every couple of weeks. Whether you were not keeping a single thing down, to getting hot sweats and cold shivers, along with the aches and pains racking through out your body. He was a mess just hoping you were doing okay.
“Yawne you have to lay down.” His slender body was close behind you, as you held onto your stomach, another shooting back pain going through you as you braced yourself for another one.
“I- I am fine Tsu’tey, it is normal.” Tsu’tey let out a loud sigh, indicating his disapproval.
“But it is hurting you, please? Let us walk to bed.” You were defeated, another pain shooting through you as you hissed in his ear from the pain. His ears pinned to his head as he softly directed you towards the woven mat to your space within Hometree.
Shuffling awkwardly down to the mat, Tsu’tey stood in front of you, assessing you to make sure you were not in any extra pain. “I will get you some medicine for the pain.”
“Tsu’tey it is not that bad.”
“Stop enduring it when you don’t have to, we have medicine, Tsa’hik can help you.” His eyes were begging you to accept some help. He didn’t want you to endure this pain. The mound on your stomach was already going to hurt enough when his little child left you. He did not want any extra pain.
“…fine.” Tsu’tey smiled, bending down to give you a forehead kiss before making his way towards the Tsa’hik’s tent.
The medicinal smells always overwhelmed him. He had no idea how Mo’at sat in this room day in day out.
“Tsa’hik.” Mo’at turned to her most frequent visitor ever since you had conceived.
“What is it child?” Tsu’tey walked through the entrance, now being welcomed into the entirety of her chamber.
“Y/N, she is in a lot of pain. Is there anything to help?” Mo’at sighed, overlooking her collection of herbs and pastes.
“Are you sure she is not in her final stage? The baby is fully grown.” Tsu’tey panicked for a bit, the thought of leaving you alone for even a second when you may be in childbirth stresses him.
“You said that the child would not come until after the next 5 eclipses.” Tsu’tey was fidgeting, eyes assessing Mo’at as she gave him a knowing look.
“The entry of life into this world is continuously unpredictable.” Tsu’tey’s ears were pinned, his tail stiff as he continuously looked out to the door, needing to go check her you immediately. “Come, bring this with me, I will check on her.”
Mo’at was right. You were definitely in labour. By the time Tsu’tey had returned you were rocking back and forth from the tight contractions within you.
“Tsu’tey! The child…it is- ARGH!” You let out a pained groan as another contraction ripped through you.
He was by your side immediately, one hand in yours as the other stroked hair out of your beading forehead. “She is going to be here so soon yawne.”
You weren’t sure how time was passing if time was going slow or fast. All you could focus on was the building pressure within you and the pain it brought as it tried to release from you.
Mo’at had inspected your labour three times already, saying that it was not ready. The fourth this time she let out a small gasp, her face growing concentrated as she knew what was to come.
“What! What is it?!” Tsu’tey was more panicked than you were, his continuous kisses to your hand as he was knelt next to you, eyes pleading for Mo’at to talk.
“It is time…”
Whatever pain you felt had washed away the moment you heard your beautiful girl’s cry. Her piercing cry bringing tears to both you and Tsu’tey’s eyes.
You were sat in bed, your sweet girl nestled in your chest as you nestled into Tsu’teys chest. His heart was full of pride. So proud to have such a strong mate, a strong woman that brought his beautiful girl into the world.
“What do you think she should be called?” Your raspy voice was soft too afraid to wake the sleepy child in your arms. She was so small, so precious. You could see Tsu’tey in her, her ears and nose were exactly like her father.
“Lei’ra” It was a name that came to him in a dream, a dream where he was living with you happily, snuggled in his arms as his baby cooed in their small mat.
“It is perfect Tsu’tey.” He smiled down at his two beautiful girls. Oh how Eywa had blessed him. He will be forever grateful. He watched how the small eyelids of his child fluttered, tiny ears twitching the more you both talked.
“I told you she was a girl, her strong spirit was easy to sense.” You rolled your eyes, feeling Tsu’tey’s smug smile on your neck as he kissed you softly.
“Lucky guess.”
“The luckiest thing here is me. Thankyou my love.” His hands hugged your waist softly, still weary of your tender body. He brought if finger up towards Lei’ra.
She twitched slightly, before her entire hand enclosed his fingertip, showing just how tiny she was compared to him. He could feel his chest grow tight, throat closing as tears brimmed his eyes.
“Are you crying baby?” Tsu’tey nodded and you felt it, he couldn’t talk scared his voice would crack and wake his sleeping girl. “She looks like you my love.”
“You think so?” His heart swelled, noticing the way she resembled him, noticing the way she resembled you. He didn’t think he could love anything more than the two beautiful girls in his arms.
“I hope she has your heart my love.” Tsu’tey sniffled giving you another kiss as his gaze fixated on the small child. Her long eyelashes, the small bits of hair swirling on her head, her rising chest, her soft breathes.
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TSU'TEY AND SPIDER IN THE SAME SCENE!!!! I NO LONGER LOOK INSANE! I WIN!!!! FATHER AND SON DUO MET ON THE BIG SCREEN!!! HONESTLY THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD NEVER COME!
I start another Tsu'tey X Gender!Neutral Reader fic....
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Concept: Same premise as 'Never would have given you to them', where the RDA revives an unknown traitor, but not a scene for scene rewrite.
Extract:
Your dreams were fleeting. Wisps that playfully avoided your searching hands when you reached for them. They twisted and swam swiftly away when you clumsily tried to close numb fingers around them. The air in their wake seemed to ripple like water. It tickled. Which was strange considering you knew nothing but darkness and the background noise of bubbles you did not know the source of.
Only rarely did the fleeting memories grasp back. Often in the form of a snarky response in a lyrical language you did not understand. A tut here, an indigent squawk there, sometimes even a deep timbre chuckle. Sounds that stoked warmth in the centre of your chest where a heart might have been, although you weren’t sure.
You weren’t entirely sure <i>what</i> you were. Or even <i>if</i> you were.
>_<
Sometimes, the flickers of memories or events came in the form of images.
There was fire.
There was always <i>something</i> burning.
Either distantly, the stench of burning wood and flesh pungent in the wind, or depicted on a screen. A large, tree-like structure gradually being eaten away by tongues of amber and striking gold. The stink of the smoke lingered long after those images faded, plaguing the back of your consciousness.
>_<
Sometimes, they were just voices.
“Promise me you will refrain from dying embarrassingly?”
Said impatiently, in a heavily accented voice you did not recognise.
You could not remember what you said in response, but you could distinctly recall the feeling the words had invoked in you. They’d made you nauseous, as if they’d placed an impossible responsibility on your shoulders.
Your fingers felt tacky, as if a residue clung to them. Your cheeks were crusty beneath the sweltering closeness of an exomask’s humidity, smeared with something unknown.
“Not that it would matter if you did. The less of your kind on the other side of this, the better.” The voice continued, playing at being disinterested. Somehow, you knew not to trust the aloofness of the statement. Like a part of you just knew that they cared more than they let on. “But, I would be less likely to murder Jake if you stuck around to draw his interest.”
Jake. <i>Jake?</i> Did you know a Jake?
>_<
“A Demon such as yourself will struggle to draw back the string, here, try-”
A twang. Something bright and mischievous flared in your chest, as the sound of an arrow embedded its flint head into a tree cut off the boastful man’s sentence.
A moment of nothing. Then what could have only been described as a fond huff through someone’s nostrils. “Alright.” Said openly. Unexpectedly. “Repeat that twice more.”
>_<
“You are becoming proficient at the bow.”
A rare compliment.
“Perhaps it is time we taught you how to craft your own.”
The surprise that coursed through you at the off handed offer made your fingers twitch. “Tell me, little Demon, what information can you offer regarding your people’s hunters?”
You told him. Gladly. As if it were a narrative on the weather. As if you had offered similar information just as readily countless times before.
Concept: Partially!Deaf Tsu'tey and Avatar!Driver Reader trying the survive the night the humans return to Pandora.
Extract:
Is there actually a canonical reason for Tsu'tey chunk missing out of his ear. If not, I'm turning it in a bullet hole from the school shooting. And I'm making is so that he's partially deaf on that side from how close the gun was when it went off.
And then I'm going to go off and say how he went to Mo'at to get it sorted but she couldn't restore his hearing. So it's just something he lives with and adapts to. He doesn't broadcast it. Only the other hunters really notice because they had to be on his good side to yell at him.
None of the scientists know about it. That's a weakness he can't afford to give them.
But one little human notices. They notice that he always sleeps on one side (his good ear facing up). And they notice how people only come up to his good side. How if they stand on his back side, his ear doesn't so much as twitch down to acknowledge them. But of they go round to his other side, and repeat the same thing, they get a twitch out of that ear and Tsu'tey glancing down at them to respond.
They never actually discuss it with him. Never let on that they know and Tsu'tey doesn't mention it.
In battle, they put themselves on his deaf side. Gun poised on the undergrowth, watching his back whilst he listens with his good ear and relies on sight and smell.
Reader gets shot in the arm. They go down from the force of the bullet. Tsu'tey has already moved on through the undergrowth, and they hear the gunner quietly go after him.
Going to die here. Bleed out, and forgotten.
Hear commotion up ahead. The gun goes off. Tsu'tey roars, and then the man screams and his voice cuts off. Then silence.
World is spinning. Reader closes their eyes. Their hand is pressed to their shoulder, but the firmness of the hold is waning. They're getting tired.
They can hear Tsu'tey calling their name.
The wind changes, he can smell their blood.
He comes crashing back through the undergrowth. "Why didn't you yell you irritating little bed bug!?"
Concept: A time-travel fic , where I snatch Reader and Miles/Spider out of the ‘You wanna be one of them’ series, and slap them into the canonical timeline. Miles/Spider and Reader are about fifteen years down the timeline from the canonical cast of Avatar 1, but the humans have not yet returned to Pandora.
Extract:
Hell’s Gate’s floor plan was but a foggy blur in the back of your mind. Especially areas like the military wings that had been stripped of furniture and fenced off once the RDA had been pushed off planet. Walking down the halls now felt like a severe case of deja vu.
It was by sheer luck you stumbled across the cells. And by some stroke of coincidence that someone had only just exited and the doors were only now beginning to slide closed behind them. It was no skin off your back to slip soundlessly through and into the containment corridor.
There was a soldier stationed at the desk, although he hadn’t noticed you yet as he clicked around on the monitors, whereas the three avatar drivers were being held in the central cell directly opposite the door. Grace and Norm each were sprawled on the bunks, pouting or sulking. Whilst Jake’s wheelchair was facing away from you, and he himself was curled in on himself, head in his hands.
It was still jarring to see him in that body. Especially when you’d only seen him yesterday, fifteen years older, happier and most obviously of all, blue.
“Oi, you cannot be in here!” The officer at the desk suddenly barked, shoving back his chair to stand. “Who the hell are you? Military personnel only.”
Shit, you didn't have a weapon on you. No knife. No bow. How stupid, you should have swung by the armoury before coming here. With nothing to do but scramble and lie your ass off, you lifted your chin and relaxed your posture.
“The Colonel wants you,” Your stance became deceptively loose and bored, even as your voice oozed all the professional authority you could muster into your tone. The soldiers had always responded better to confidence after all. “Seemed real pissed. Didn’t even wait to find someone in camo, just yelled at me and shoved me in this direction.”
That caught the officer’s attention. “And where would I find him exactly?”
“He was headed to Selfridge’s office. I wouldn’t keep him waiting if I were you.”
The officer looked uncertain, glancing back at his charges in their glass cell, before he found his resolve. “Fine. Out.”
That was the opposite of what you wanted to happen, but you relented. Following the man out of the cells and back into the corridor, where he pulled his key card out of his pocket. You noted how it wasn’t fastened to a lanyard like most of the scientists tended to do. He pressed the key card to the control panel, and when the light flashed red, he stuffed the card back into the back pocket of his cargos. Or at least he tried to, only he missed the pocket and the key card ended up dropping to the floor behind his boot. It was sheer will-power that kept you from diving after it.
“Thank you for the message.” He said by way of farewell, before turning sharply on his heel and striding off towards Selfridge’s office.
You waited for him to turn the corner, and then scrambled to pluck the card from the floor. It felt almost too convenient for you to end up interacting with a soldier that just ‘happened’ to drop his key card.
Letting yourself in, you shoved the thought aside and approached the cell instead of dwelling on it. You could continue to debate the coincidences of this dream/new reality once you got them out into the forest.
<”When I tell you guys, I have been having the weirdest day imaginable, I mean it.”> You began to complain as you approached the cell.
All three heads snap up at the use of the Na’vi language. At the accent of the clan that had inevitably begun to wind its way around your words.
Grace was on her feet in moments, whilst Norm’s head snapped up from where it was beginning to lull against his chest, as Jake cautiously turned around, his wheelchair creaking as his weight shifted. All three of them looked confused, but that was probably because you weren’t supposed to be here now.
Ignoring all three of them, you turned to the card reader to the right of their cell door and pressed the ID to it.
You kept talking as you worked, <”look, I know things look like shit right now. But you have to keep your chin up, HomeTree may be gone, but the clan is still out there. So long as we get you out of here in one piece-”>
The sharp decline of the card reader gave you pause. The red button made your brow furrow. You pulled the stolen ID away and read the text that had flashed up on the blue screen below the light.
<i>Insufficient clearance level</i>
<”Fucking typical. So I can move around fucking fine with this, but I can’t actually do the one thing I bloody need it to do-”>
“Excuse me,” Norm interrupted you, as timid as he always used to be. Thankfully, he’d dropped the act and the forced boundaries between you once you took Miles in officially. He looked achingly young now, tired and openly scared as he gazed up at you with uncertain eyes. “But that’s a lot of Na’vi and not a lot of time for me to keep pace.” He smiled awkwardly.
Jake, who was now openly glaring at you, interjected, “forget the language. Who the hell are you?”
Your expression scrunched into one of confusion. “What do you mean, who am I? It’s me!” Jake’s expression didn’t change, and he crossed his arms. You huffed. “Oh come on, Sully.” You tutted, “I know I look about fifteen years older than the Doctor you’re used to, but that’s just rude to imply I’ve aged THAT much.”
“It has nothing to do with your age.” Jake retorted sharply, looking irritated. “And it has all to do with the fact I have no clue who the hell you are.”
“This is not the time to be playing games, asshole.” You snapped back.
But then Grace stepped up to the glass, looking concerned but mostly sceptical, and your mouth closed with an audibly click of teeth. She looked you up and down, taking in the lab coat issued by the RDA, your name tag pinned to the left breast.
“You claim you’re a Doctor, but I have not seen your face around my staff before. Who are you?” She demanded, “and do not lie to me, I am the one in charge of this entire sector.”
Well, that one hit like an arrow to the thigh.
“What do you mean who am I?” You returned just as sternly. “We share a fucking office, Grace.”
She scoffed. “I know it’s a running joke in the department that my head’s always in the link unit and not very often in the real world, but I would recognise my own staff member when I saw one. And <i>you</i> do not belong here.”
Your brows knitted together at her hissed words. Words momentarily evaded you as your eyes jumped from each of them, peering closer at their micro expressions. There was no tell tale twitch of Jake’s lip that indicated he was bluffing. Grace was practically expelling smoke from her nose, her eyebrows almost united as one above the bridge of her nose. And Norm was just confused.
None of them were lying.
“Okay, scratch what I said earlier,” you replied dryly, <i>“now</i> I am experiencing the weirdest dream imaginable.”
Grace frowned harder. “You’re not making any sense.”
“Says <i>you</i>!” You returned reflexively. “You’re the ones who had seemingly just forgotten I existed!”
Fuck. Why did this kind of feel like the plot from that one old movie? The one where the main character had everything he wanted but signed it all away anyway for some peace and quiet, and ended up in a world where he’d never been born to begin with. Was that what was happening here? Surely not.
Grace huffed. “Can I see your ID?”
“ID,” you parroted, pulling your head from your hands to frown at her. “I lost that thing over a decade and a half ago.”
Grace looked even more confused. “There is no way you have been walking around on this base for fifteen years and we have not once crossed paths.” She argued, “Hell’s Gate certainly isn’t <i>that</i> big,
<”For the love of-”> you couldn’t do this right now. They weren’t making any sense.
Spinning your heel, you clutched the stolen ID tightly in your fist and glared at the door into the hallway longingly. Should you leave? Was it the trauma of watching HomeTree fall? Had it somehow impacted their memories? Did they hit their heads?
You tilted your head at that last one. Sounded likely for Jake, but not so much for Grace. She had been frighteningly protective of her avatar after all, refusing to take risks in it, should it have been damaged.
Their reactions to you nagged you enough that you did not leave, instead, you rounded the officer’s desk and logged yourself into his laptop using his ID. It was laughably easy to get into the RDA’s database, as it always seemed to be.
“Since you’re still here,” Grace called from the cell. You glanced up, the other two had returned to moping, but she was stood in front of them now, hands on her hips and her curiosity obviously peaked. “I want to know why you speak such flawless Na’vi. Tell me, who taught you?
At first, it was her of course, because you’d been hopeless at getting truly immersed in the language apps and the classes, until she sat you down and offered some one on one help with the basics. And then it had been Tsu’tey. And later Neytiri, because she had insisted Tsu’tey was teaching you wrong somehow. And then eventually, it had been the day to day clan life that had finally hammered it all home.
But you couldn’t tell her that obviously.
They didn’t recognise you. They certainly wouldn’t believe that you were from fifteen years in the future on top of that.
“I studied.” You said plainly.
Grace snorted. “I have studied for decades, and even mine is not that fluid. Norm ‘studied’ and his is painfully formal still.”
“Hey!”
She ignored him and looked at you expectantly.
As you began typing your full name into the system, you let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. I’ll tell you. I got on really well with my teacher, and I made him only talk to me in Na’vi for months until it stuck.”
Grace blinked. “That was it?”
“Pretty much,” you agreed, “then again, the language sticks quicker if it's an ‘understand or die’ situation.”
Grace’s face shuttered back into the realm of confusion once more, and you reasoned you’d given her enough to keep herself occupied for now.
The system had finally pulled up a file. Although, the profile picture of your younger, smiling face had been greyed out, and the last time it had opened dated back to over nine months ago.
You frowned and opened it.
Within revealed a duo of greyed out photographs. One was the same profile picture as before, and the other was of your avatar when it had still floated in its embryonic chamber, before you had linked to it for the first time.
The file itself wasn’t anything majorly surprising. It contained information regarding your name, place of birth, and the schools you went to, as well as a contact number or two of people back on earth. Friends who had long faded from your memory and you couldn’t recall the faces of. All information from a world away, useless now and gladly forgotten.
But there was one thing.
As you scrolled down, you came across the statuses of both the employee and avatar, and started when you realised they both read, ‘DECEASED’ in big, red text.
There was a ‘plus more’ icon beside the capitalised word, and you scrambled to press it. A small notes window opened below.
It read: <i>“-avatar died on the first solo mission after getting chased and attacked by a Slinth. Military personnel tried to engage but were unsuccessful. Without clearance, the Employee left the safety perimeter of the base, supposedly to retrieve the avatar, and is now missing. After five weeks of no successful rescue missions, they were ruled as dead by Park Selfridge, acting head of Hell’s Gate.”</i>
The world slowed.
Dead.
You were dead here. Your idiot self had gone and died over nine months ago.
Your hand began to shake around the mouse, so you clenched your fingers tighter around it. All those experiences. All that time spent with the clan, learning, being accepted. None of it had ever happened here in this world.
Your time on Pandora had been so fleeting, even Grace hadn’t recognised you, and she knew everyone who came and went in the science department.
Great. Everything that was to come just got a whole lot harder.
No. This didn’t change anything. You were still going to do everything you could to help in the days to come. You were here now. And you had to be here for a reason.
You could move freely throughout the base, since the guards wouldn’t know to be keeping an eye out for you. You could touch and hold things, which meant you could gather supplies, cause some trouble. Even without an avatar, you could have an impact.
It would have a fleeting impact of course. What with you being alone this time with no friends to rely on, and no clan to have your back when the RDA realised you were a threat. And the lack of an avatar could prove challenging when you finally made it out into the forest. But that was quitting talk.
You had done this all before. You were older now, wiser, and you sure as hell could do it again. And this time, you might even be able to save a few extra lives whilst you were at it.
“What are you doing?” Norm finally piped up, verbally smacking you out of your spiral. You blinked and turned your head up to the cell, finding him sitting up on his bunk again, legs dangling over the edge, whilst Grace looked deep in thought. “I don’t recognise you from around the base. Were you called back from a mission or something?”
“Well, I <i>was</i> planning to jog your memories, but according to this, I’m dead.” You said offhandedly. And then just to prove your point, you turned the monitor round to face the cell. “See? Greyed out for some reason.”
To your surprise, Grace’s expression flickered with recognition before a professional frown tugged at her lip. “Good scientist that one, very promising.” She told you, which promptly dashed any hope you still had.
You frowned and turned your attention back to the screen. “This document was last updated nine months ago, that sound about right?”
She paused to do the maths in her head before nodding. “Roughly, they only lasted about three weeks under my care.”
“Ah.” You replied eloquently, before turning the monitor back round the way you found it. “Well, that’s about to make this a fuck tonne harder.”
“How?” Norm asked.
“Because that means you don’t know who the fuck I am,” you replied honestly, “which is going to make getting you to trust me a whole lot harder.”
Jake’s face contorted into just that. An expression of mistrust. “You’re not making sense.”
“No Jake. I think it is painfully obvious what crazy idea is being pitched to us right now.”
You refuse to look at her.
Norm groaned. “Fantastic. We’ve got the destruction of an ancestral home on our hands, a mourning clan that Quaritch wants to flush out of the area, and as if things weren’t shitty enough, we apparently have a dead person talking to us.”
“Not for long.” You interrupted, and quickly closed out of everything. “Besides, I don’t need you right now. I need you to stay here and look pretty whilst I go and do some scouting.”
Norm faltered. “That does not sound as reassuring as I hope you meant it.”
“Where are you going?” Grace asked.
“To steal some supplies. Trudy and Max will be along soon to set you free, go quickly and quietly, and do not,” you looked Grace in the eye as you said this, “get shot.”
If you made it down this far, WELCOME TO THE POLL!!!! Pls vote for your preferred scenario :D
Quick headcannon for our favourite little family. (Tsu'tey/Reader & Spider)
Tsu'tey, like the rest of his clan, is a professional weaver. He can make rugs, tapestries, baskets, anything you can think of. And he'll have it done in half the time you expect it to take. In comparison, Reader's skill equates to a teen learning for the very first time, how to make friendship bracelets with sewing thread instead of embroidery floss.
So of course, hilariously, Spider (age 4) decides to go to Reader out of both parents, and demand they teach him how to make jewellery. (Bonus points if Reader was already trying to make a piece for Tsu'tey and was near tears with how hard they were struggling).
And of course, like a good parent who does not want a scenario of the blind leading the blind, they suggest he waits for Tsu'tey to come home. To which Spider refuses, so they compromise with Reader showing him the basics (they can barely do it themselves) so that Tsu'tey can show him the more complicated stuff later. Unsurprisingly, Spider takes after Reader and can't weave for shit so the first attempt it laughable.
Tsu'tey doesn't seem to care though.
When he ducks into the compound, looking tired and content after a long day with the clan, he greets his mate and child with a warm smile and a hug. He has barely put down his bow before Spider is rushing up to him and brandishing his first weaving technique.
Of course, Tsu'tey looks at it with nothing but heart eyes.
<"For me?"> He asks, tail beginning to wag as Spider nods excitedly, toddling closer to push it into his Dad's hands, only for his little face to fall when he realises that the bracelet is WAY too small for Tsu'tey's big wrist.
Not missing a beat, Tsu'tey carefully plucks the bracelet from Spider's little hands and rolls it onto his second finger, before giving the fingers a wiggle. <"It fits perfectly, thank you my sweet."> He praises, bending to give Spider a raspberry to the forehead. Of course, Spider is immediately delighted and toddles off to go make MORE bracelets.
And like the proud father he is, Tsu'tey loves EVERYTHING Spider makes for him and I mean EVERYTHING! This man goes round decked out in brightly coloured jewellery with uneven beading and knot work, and he is PROUD to be seen in it all. He hoards Spider's projects like a human parent hoards drawings on the kitchen fridge.
And even years later, when Spider has significantly improved and is making pieces that rival all the other kids his age, Tsu'tey keeps everything his boy ever made him. Spider once demanded he remove all the shitty bracelets and burn them, looking embarrassed as he pressed a new piece into Tsu'tey's hands.
Of course, the new piece simply got added to Tsu'tey's attire, and he reluctantly removed the older pieces upon Spider's request, but kept them safely stored with his other possessions. What Spider doesn't know however, is that he keeps the very first bracelet/ring, hidden under his forearm guard, secured tightly with an additional leather strap so it will never go missing.
