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Deathworlders Should Not Be Allowed To Date! 66
🕑 Added 2024-12-24 05:38:33 +0000 UTCLuna VI query: Set the source to the leaked files of the first reconnaissance operation of Irisa.
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Luna VI query: How did Nathan react to Argor’s rescue?
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Nathan’s joy was undeniable, his happiness clear as day as he lost himself in Amara’s embrace. The pair shared whispered reassurances and hugs, their closeness at times nearing the edge of what might be considered acceptable public displays of affection. They had taken refuge in Amara’s spacious private room, away from the busy lobby of the TerraLux hotel, leaving the outside world to fade into irrelevance. Even Mia, already accustomed to their relationship’s quirks, seemed unbothered, caught up in the relief of Argor’s successful rescue, and offering warm smiles at their jubilant comments.
But amidst this shared joy, Nathan’s stomach twisted in delayed realization. Emily and Noah Everett—his parents—were standing awkwardly near the door, their presence almost forgotten.
They had been there through the tense raid, and they were still there in the explosion of happiness afterward. Nathan had invited them to the room with the simple intention of introducing them to Amara in a calm, private setting, away from the chaos downstairs. That plan, however, had unraveled spectacularly the moment the rescue operation began. As he and Amara followed the reports in real time, his parents were left to themselves, witnesses to every intimate moment Nathan and Amara had shared since the news broke—yet without any context.
And that included the details about Argor’s existence, as well as the unique relationship that had made it possible.
Emily stood stiffly, clutching a stylish purse that clashed with her age in a way that only heightened her evident displeasure. Her lips were pressed into a thin, judgmental line, and her sharp gaze was fixed unwaveringly on her son. She looked every bit like someone moments away from delivering a pointed critique, her posture radiating disapproval.
Beside her, Noah stood tall, his slightly unkempt beard lending him a rugged appearance. Rather than confront the awkwardness head-on, he seemed intent on blending into the background, his eyes fixed firmly on the window. It was a deliberate act of avoidance, as though he had resigned himself to the inevitability of his wife’s forthcoming outburst and was determined to remain uninvolved.
Nathan’s heart sank as he met his mother’s wide-eyed, incredulous expression. The room, just moments ago filled with laughter and whispered endearments, now felt oppressive under the weight of Emily’s silent judgment. It didn’t help that the telltale signs of their earlier enthusiasm were glaringly obvious: an unmistakable claw mark peeking out from the collar of his shirt, Amara’s tail loosely coiled around his arm in a gesture of comfort—and, of course, the long kiss they had shared just moments before realization struck.
Clearing his throat, Nathan’s cheeks flushed as he awkwardly tried to extricate himself from Amara’s affectionate hold without drawing more attention. “Mom, Dad,” he began, his voice tinged with guilt. “I… uh, didn’t realize you’d been standing there for so long. Ah… we’re here for introductions, right?”
Emily raised an eyebrow, her fingers tightening around the strap of her purse as she prepared to speak. Noah shifted his stance but kept his gaze resolutely directed to the horizon, clearly hoping to avoid mediating what promised to be an uncomfortable confrontation.
Emily’s tone struck like a whip, breaking the tension instantly. “Nathan Sebastian Everett, would you care to explain why you didn’t bother to mention that your new girlfriend is an alien queen who changes color like a chameleon?”
Nathan flinched, the memory of Amara’s previous displeasure over the same issue flashing in his mind. He’d already taken heat from her for not properly preparing his parents for this introduction. Glancing at her now, he was relieved to see that Amara didn’t seem ready to join forces with his mother—at least not yet. Her skin tone remained calm, though the grip of her tail on his arm betrayed her underlying tension.
Turning back to Emily, Nathan struggled to find words. “I, uh… well, when we first met, she wasn’t the leader of her species. She was, um, just a princess at the time…”
His explanation was weak, and the moment the words left his mouth, he knew it wouldn’t help his case.
Mia, standing to the side, groaned audibly and face-palmed, unable to hide her second-hand embarrassment. Even Noah, who had been steadfastly avoiding the conflict, turned from the window to give his son a look that clearly said, Really?
Emily’s eyes narrowed further, her fury mounting. “How did it not occur to you to tell us she was an alien princess, Nathan?” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I was hoping your girlfriend was that rich girl from the Conglomerate—the one who went with you to that radioactive planet!” She jabbed a finger toward Nathan, her voice rising. “Even your father thought you were dating the blonde handler.” Emily’s gaze swung toward Mia, who blinked in surprise and took a cautious step back. “Her, if I’m not mistaken.”
Nathan flushed a deep red, both from shame and disbelief. He was a fully grown adult, yet here he was, being scolded by his mom as though he were still a teenager. And somehow, this moment—trying to explain his relationship with Amara—felt worse than any other embarrassment he’d endured. Even the prospect of public scrutiny over his relationship seemed less daunting than this.
Instinctively, his gaze flicked to Amara for support. But she wasn’t at her best right now, and it showed. Barely noticeable traces of purple shimmered around her neck—subtle shifts betraying her effort to maintain composure. He could almost see her struggling to suppress her emotions, her body language caught in a careful balance of poise and vulnerability.
Realizing this, Nathan steeled himself. He wouldn’t let Amara bear the brunt of his mother’s disapproval—not after everything she’d done for him. If anyone was going to take the blame, it would be him. Right then and there, he resolved to take full responsibility and make Amara shine in his parents’ eyes, even at his own expense.
Straightening his posture, he turned back to Emily, his voice firm and unwavering. “Mom, you need to give Amara a chance,” he said, meeting her gaze. “She’s saved my life more times than I can count, and there’s so much more to her than you’re giving her credit for. I’ve got a lot of good things to say about her, but all I’m asking for is the opportunity to explain everything.”
Emily’s face remained a mask of disapproval, utterly unswayed. It was as if she hadn’t heard a word. Folding her arms, she fixed him with a sharp glare. “And what about the things they’re saying in the news, Nathan? That this… alien girl baby-trapped you to take advantage of you?” Her voice dripped with disdain. “You were on such a good path as an ambassador! And now they’re saying you’ll lose your career because you couldn’t resist her beauty.” Her gaze flicked dismissively to Amara. “As if she’s even all that attractive.”
Something inside Nathan snapped. His usual calm shattered, his voice rising in rare anger. “That’s enough!” he exclaimed, his tone reverberating through the room. Emily froze, her eyes widening—this was the first time her son had ever raised his voice like this at her. “Amara is more than my girlfriend,” Nathan continued, his voice trembling with emotion. “She’s the mother of my son. And whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to accept that.”
The weight of his declaration spread through the room, his mother’s stunned expression the only response. Nathan drew a deep breath, forcing himself to lower his voice. “Please,” he said, softer now, though no less firm, “just be patient. Let us tell you our story before you rush to judgment. But I want to make it clear—Amara didn’t trick me into anything. And none of us could have foreseen her pregnancy. It just… happened. And now? We couldn’t be happier that it did.”
A tense silence followed. The room seemed to freeze.
To everyone’s surprise, it was Mia who finally broke the stillness. She stepped forward, her voice warm as ignored Irisian politeness and placed her arms over Amara's shoulders, almost protectively. “Mrs. Everett, I know this might be a lot to understand right now, but you should give Nathan and Amara a chance to explain. Amara is strong, kind, and she’s risked so much to protect Nathan. Their love story is… unusual, sure, but it’s also beautiful. You might see that too if you give them the chance.”
Noah, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. He moved closer to Emily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a gesture of comfort. “Maybe we should sit down and hear what Nathan has to say,” he said gently, his tone thoughtful. “Sometimes, the news exaggerates things. And I think this… blue girl and our son deserve a chance to explain themselves.”
Emily’s jaw tightened, her eyes flicking between Noah and Nathan. She was clearly far from convinced, but something in her posture softened, if only slightly. The tension in the room remained thick, but there was a small glimmer of hope that reason might prevail. Amara, still poised and silent, exchanged a brief glance with Nathan, her tail tight around his wrist. Nathan took a deep breath, inviting them to the sofa and preparing to finally tell his story with Amara.
Noticing that he finally had their attention, Nathan took a deep breath and began his story. He started with his first ten days on Irisa, explaining how he’d been entirely focused on researching the local plant life and had barely interacted with the Irisians. At the time, he hadn’t even known Amara’s identity. “I spent most of my time cataloging samples and keeping to myself,” he said, glancing briefly at his parents. “And then Amara came along.”
He smiled faintly as he went on to describe how their friendship had formed, how their conversations had always been flirty. “Even back then,” he admitted, “there were sparks between us. But neither of us acted on it. There were… a lot of reasons not to.”
His parents remained silent, listening and exchanging glances. Encouraged, Nathan moved on to explain the Ebon Range—the journey through the mountains that had changed everything. When he reached the part of the story where Amara had leapt from a tree to protect them from an attacking drone, he invited her to speak. She did, each time he prompted her, but Nathan couldn’t help but notice her careful words. Her voice was unusually restrained, her tone cautious and lacking the vibrant authenticity he was used to. Amara, so confident and commanding in most situations, seemed hesitant, as though she were walking on eggshells.
Nathan’s heart sank. He could see how unwelcoming the atmosphere had made her feel, and he blamed himself for not setting a better tone. Growing emotional, he continued his account, his gaze shifting from his parents to Amara herself. “She’s just… amazing,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “She never complains, no matter how hard things get. She crossed miles on foot without shoes, and the only reason we survived the rebels was because we had each other. Days of rain, dangerous animals, even an army trying to kill us—and she never faltered.”
As he spoke, Nathan’s eyes locked onto Amara’s vivid orange ones. Reaching out, he playfully ruffled her silky strands and gently pinched her cheek, causing a faint flush of white color to appear on her skin. “The only thing I regret,” he added softly, “is not letting her take me as her chosen sooner.”
To cement his resolve, he pulled Amara closer, letting her tail coil around his torso. He hoped the gesture would show their closeness to his parents and make her feel safe enough to be herself, to show his parents the intensity of the woman he had fallen in love with.
For a moment, she remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the floor. Then, with a determined shift in her posture, Amara crossed her legs on the sofa and lifted her head.
When she spoke, her voice carried the regal authority of her title. “I have three royal fleets at my command. Influence over fifteen underground cities, and full control of all the Royal assets. Nathan is not worse off by choosing me over his job, Emily.”
Nathan blinked, unprepared for such a pragmatic answer. Yet he couldn’t help but smile. Amara’s tone wasn’t lukewarm anymore, and that could only mean she had a plan—a way to handle his mother on her own terms.
Emily and Noah exchanged a long, thoughtful glance. When Emily spoke again, her tone was softer, less biting than before. “We don't doubt that,” she said, “but why are you talking in those terms, Amara? Our son had just declared his love. Why would you talk about money?”
Amara’s neck shimmered faintly, a subtle hint of yellow creeping into the sides of her neck. “Because, Emily,” she replied, “you never questioned my feelings. You have only questioned what Nathan has to lose by being with me.”
Nathan felt her tail tighten slightly around his torso, a reassuring squeeze. Then Amara added, "Ah, you also questioned my beauty. Yet, after one child and two harvests together, I daresay Nathan has found more than enough reason to be pleased."
Emily only stared at Amara, her expression filled with shock. Nathan couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at his lips. Amara’s response was unexpected, but it was so quintessentially herself—a sharp wit, and no vulnerability whatsoever. It was exactly why he loved her.
The argument seemed to destabilize Emily slightly, but not in an entirely negative way. Her shoulders relaxed, and her tone softened as she lowered her defenses. For the first time, she seemed ready to give Amara a chance to speak. “All right,” Emily said. “I may have been too harsh before. I apologize for the comment about your… appearance. There is a lot of hows and whys I need to ask you two. But first I need to know—what of all the things in the news is actually true? How much of your relationship with Nat… is more than just a ploy to save you planet?”
Amara’s response was calm, her sincerity conveyed in her voice. “It is true that my mother had a plan to use seduction to gain influence with humanity,” she admitted, her gaze steady on Emily. “But that plan never included me. It involved only Yelara and Elysira.” She hesitated briefly before continuing, her voice softening. “I never intended to seduce Nathan either. But at some point, I realized I was feeling things I was not supposed to feel for a human. And when I finally accepted it, I did what any huntress does when she fancies a male.”
Nathan’s mind wandered briefly to those moments—Amara’s relentless efforts to break down his walls, her relentless insistence, her boldness. He couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at his lips, grateful beyond measure that he’d lost that battle of feelings. But his smile faded slightly when he saw the effect Amara’s words had on his mother. Emily seemed pensive, her lips pressed into a thin line as she digested what she’d heard. She didn’t ask anything else, but her silence carried weight.
Noah broke the silence with a simple question, his voice gentle but curious. “Does my son treat you well?”
Amara’s orange eyes widened slightly—a subtle reaction that only Nathan caught—before her colors shifted to a faint yellow. “My hair strands never stay in order when Nathan is around,” she said. “But I would not trade that disorder for anything else.”
Noah chuckled at her response, his expression warm. He didn’t ask anything more, and Nathan felt a wave of relief traveling his body. The tone in the room was shifting, the atmosphere lighter. Even Mia, who had been carefully avoiding too much involvement in the drama, seemed to relax. The tension that had gripped everyone was finally easing, and for the first time since the conversation began, it felt like they could all breathe.
Emily took a deep breath, clearly preparing to speak again. Nathan tensed slightly, unsure of what she would say next. “I may have overreacted about you, Amara,” she said carefully. “But you have to understand—I’m Nathan’s mother. You came out of nowhere, and now my son might be arrested because of you. A mother will always put her son first before any alien girl or anything else.”
Amara nodded.
“I understand that,” she replied. “But I am selfish and no one will make me choose between those I love. I intend to make that clear to the humans of the Global Union who think they can punish Nathan.” She turned her gaze to Nathan, her voice softening. “Now that Argor has been rescued and is coming back to us, you are my priority.”
Nathan couldn’t help but laugh at her firm declaration, reaching out to ruffle her hair again. “Of course I am,” he said, his voice teasing. He didn’t take her words too seriously—he fully intended to defend himself and take responsibility for his own choices. But her protectiveness warmed him nonetheless.
As he glanced at Emily, he noticed her expression had shifted again. Her eyes flickered with hesitation before she finally spoke, her voice quieter than before. “I owe you a proper apology, Amara,” she said, her tone surprisingly genuine. But then, with a glance at Nathan, she added, “Though I have to admit… I may have done something bad while you two were ignoring us to make out.”
Noah reacted faster than anyone else. “What did you do, Em?”
Emily’s gaze swept across the room, landing on Nathan. “I… I called Samantha,” she confessed. “I asked her to come here for an intervention.”
The room went silent, save for the subtle shift in Nathan’s breathing. His inner panic flared at the mention of his ex, and it only intensified when Amara spoke up.
“Samantha?” she said smoothly, her voice calm. “I have always wanted to meet that human in particular.”
Nathan blinked in surprise, caught off guard by Amara’s response. He realized then that even though the crisis of Argor’s rescue had been resolved, his life was far from settling down. Besides the fallout of the rescue, there was still a great deal of drama for him to face—drama he would have to navigate with more than one kind of wisdom.
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This was an account based on Nathan reaction to Argor’s rescue. The previous narrative is based on the events of the twelfth month of the exploratory mission of Irisa. According to your current settings, no queries will be suggested.
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