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eilaafterhours · 5 months

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Patience [Grim | Casper]

Content: AFAB Reader, Light Dom/Sub, Blindfolds, Restraints, Men Crying, Cowgirl Position, Pet Names, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

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"How...how much longer must I remain like...this?"

The two of you had gotten into an argument about patience. He made the proclamation that he was leagues more patient than you, and instead of refuting him, you instead offered a challenge.

You turned your attention to your partner, smiling at his flushed features.

He was on your bed, spread wide on his knees. His arms were bound behind his back, and a blindfold hid his gaze. His entire body was coated in a thin layer of sweat, certain parts of his body flushed beautifully red.

Especially the head of his weeping cock.

You swiped the creamy slick away with your thumb, relishing in the way his hips bucked.

"Ah, so needy..." You rested your clean hand on his cheek, "Open."

He did as he was told. Tilting his head up a bit, tongue lolling out. You placed your thumb on his tongue, and he closed around it immediately, sucking it clean.

"You cleaned it so good." You ran a hand through his hair, removing the blindfold in the process. "Hi there, pretty boy."

"S-sunshine..." His eyelids fluttered close, a curtain of white standing out against the deep red on his checks. "Please."

"Has your patience run thin, Casper?" His teeth caught his bottom lip, "Do you want me to help you?"

You moved to straddle him, sighing through your nose as the weight of his heavy cock settled against your stomach.

The contact made him squirm a bit, "Ah—un...!"

You wedged your hand between your bodies, wrapping it firmly around his shaft. "Should I let you fuck my hand like this?"

"Mmm..." You were sure that he was getting caught up in the fantasy, not even realizing that he had begun fucking your hand.

You let him go for a bit, letting his moans go from soft and airy to restrained and from his throat.

He was so close.

You gave him a firm squeeze.

He stopped moving.

"So you're the only one who can get off? Naughty boy."

"I'm—fuck—sorry!" Tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Ah, I've gone too far." You kissed them away. "And you've done so good for me."

He finally opened his eyes to look at you, "Have I?"

You nodded, giving him a soft kiss. "And now it's time for your reward."

You lifted your hips, lining yourself up, then lowered yourself on his cock. Both of you threw your heads back at the sudden heat and fullness.

Very quickly did the two of you lose yourselves in the chase for ecstasy. He didn't last very long, but that didn't matter because the look on his face and the feeling of his cum filling you, being pushed in and out of you from you bouncing on his dick had you barreling into your own release.

Once you had caught your breath, you undid the binds from around his arms. You squeaked as they immediately found your waist, dragging you down with him as he let his body go to exhaustion. You let him, resting your head on his chest as his chin nestled on the top of your head.

"So...who's got more patience than whom?" You asked.

"...I'd say it's a tie."

You shot up. "How is it a tie?"

"I may have been tested, but as the proctor, you gave into your lust and came very shortly after me." He smirked.

"Well, I wasn't being tested, so it doesn't matter."

"It does."

"Does not!"

"It does."

And it went like that for a short while longer until the sticky feeling between your legs became too uncomfortable and a bath was more important than who was right.

Oh well, you'd just have to test him again.

I don't have much to say, actually. This is my comeback, and it's in a new fandom, um….yeah.

Welp, enjoy!

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space-mango-company · 18 days

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Stranger | Chapter 5

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

TW: Descriptions of Violence, Mentions of Cannibalism

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Original Characters, Canon What Canon

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Not proofread!! Holy moly. Here it is, folks. The scene that inspired this whole fic. I had fun writing this so I really hope you enjoy it. Once again, I appreciate everyone who likes, comments, and/or leaves kudos so much. I really started this fic for myself but good golly, that dopamine rush whenever I get a notif might be more addicting than spice. I'm glad to be part of the bald man brigade.

Also, I can't believe I'm only now questioning why I decided to write this in the second person? I guess maybe I thought this fic would be a lot shorter and not that deep, lol. At this point 'y/n' probably has enough personality to just be a straight-up OC. It's funnier because I don't even find second-person or y/n fics any more engaging either. I always detach myself by giving 'y/n' her own name and only seeing her as a character in the fic.

ANYWAY, sorry to ramble. Stay safe and have a good one, ya weirdos.

You step out into the dark cul-de-sac of the guest hall, illuminated only by the large suspensor lamp in the middle. Feyd-Rautha looks you up and down, seemingly entranced by how the dim light casts his shadow on your modest dress. Atreides green, he recognized.

"Trying to sneak into my rooms again?" you say arms crossed, leaning on your door. "I didn't appreciate the last time, by the way."

"It's my house," he says cooly, "and I did knock this time."

You stare at him indifferently.

"Quite the display from you yesterday morning, using The Voice on me." His voice low and raspy, "I should have you drawn and quartered."

You scoff in his face. "You almost choked me to death. Are you trying to start a war?"

He takes a step closer and his face is inches from yours, you can feel his breath on your cheek, "I didn't think I'd like you this much, little hawk."

"What do you want, Feyd-Rautha?" you had no patience for him right now.

"Ah," he steps back, a dark smile on his face, "I've been waiting to hear my name from your tongue." His hand reaches for your lips. "I've grown quite tired of 'na-Baron'."

You grab his wrist before he can touch you. "If you're only here to toy with me, I would rather be left alone to prepare for bed." You release his hand and turn to open your door.

Feyd-Rautha props an arm against the doorway to block you. "We're to be married in three days," he says, "and I just can't seem to bring myself to let go of my 'harpies', as you called them." He meets your gaze. "You said you'd kill them. Did you mean that?"

You look up at him with steely eyes. He towered over you but your heart felt no fear, "Yes."

His coy smile returns. "Good. Come to my training hall tomorrow," he says, walking away.

"What?" you call after him.

"Dress to fight," he says over his shoulder. "I want to see what you can do, Atreides."

You needed no help from Zora in putting on a loose shirt and long pants. The plain beige outfit certainly wasn't as elegant as the dresses you had been wearing so far. But it was comfortable and you could fight in it, which was all that mattered. Still, you look yourself in the mirror. The soft, airy fabrics draped over your figure well but perhaps you were not in the best shape as you once were. Your muscle mass is much less than your brother's and he wasn't particularly built himself. You admit you did wane off your training sessions with Gurney and Paul leading up to your departure from Caladan. Nevertheless, you were still a skilled warrior. Another secret you've been keeping from the Harkonnens.

You were 14 when you started learning the blade. Watching Paul, 2 years your senior, practice with the Atreides Warmaster lit a fire in you. You didn't hesitate to pester your father to let you train with them and of course, there was nothing he could deny his darling daughter. You were a fierce and determined student. Gurney Halleck was a man you genuinely believed to be one of the best fighters in the Imperium, along with Duncan Idaho. Gurney would train you and Paul on even days. On odd days, your mother would teach you the Weirding Way. These lessons, much like the rest of your mother's teachings, your father wanted to know nothing about. After becoming decently adept at Prana-Bindu and gaining almost complete physical control of your body, Lady Jessica insisted that you also be skilled in the Bene Gesserit style of combat.

You were far from mastery in either but the combination of both trainings made you a formidable fighter. Despite this, you could never seem to beat your brother in a sparring match. A fact that frustrated you to no end, though you appreciated that Paul never went easy on you. You'd always blame it on him having trained for longer than you have. But in truth, you knew there had just always been something special about him.

"Are you ready, my lady?" Zora's soft voice wakes you from your thoughts.

"Hm? Right. Yes, let's go." You quickly tie your hair out of the way and grab your father's dagger from atop your dresser.

There was no fanfare when you entered the hall. On one end, the na-Baron's concubines sat chained on the steps of the shallow recessed pit in their leathers, their glares piercing through you. Your eyes linger on them as Feyd-Rautha and his Warmaster greet you.

"I was starting to think my lady bride was bluffing," Feyd-Rautha says as you approach him. The older man beside him offers you a polite bow.

"Perhaps she wasn't so keen on your brutish games," you bite back. "Your lord uncle won't be joining us?"

"No," Feyd-Rautha crosses his arms, "but he'll be hearing about your victory. Or your demise."

"Right. Well, I assume you'll be releasing them from those chains," you nod towards his pets "Not sure why they're necessary."

"Oh, trust me, little hawk. They're necessary." Feyd-Rautha motions to a servant.

"Your blade and shield, my lady," they bow, presenting you with a knife and a small device you recognize as a Holtzman shield.

"I've brought my own," you unsheath your father's dagger. You contemplate taking the shield but remembering that the na-Baron forwent it during his gladiator fight, you decide to do so as well. "They've no weapons anyway, the shield seems pointless."

Feyd-Rautha shrugs, "If you insist."

You take a deep breath, "Let's get this over with."

You lightly stretch as you walk down the steps of the shallow pit to stand opposite the na-Baron's concubines. You had come into this on the pretense of righteousness. For Iassa, you told yourself. But you've known her a mere two days. A part of you wanted to show off. You were good and you knew it. You could probably kill anyone in this room, even Feyd-Rautha. You craved the respect of the people here: the Harkonnens, the people of Geidi Prime. You figured this was one way to get it.

Feyd-Rautha walks around the pit to one of his concubines and kneels to whisper something in her ear. You assume a fighting stance when he moves to release her from the chains. When you meet her eyes, they are filled with feral bloodlust.

Suddenly, you weren't so bold. The veil of courage you have maintained since you arrived, even when Feyd-Rautha had your neck in his grip, is torn apart when you face this woman. You could tell no part of her would hesitate to rip your throat out with her bare teeth. You were almost relieved they were unarmed, but you weren't sure if that would make them any less lethal.

Fear grew in your chest and you had less than a moment to recite the Litany in your head before the concubine lunged at you.

You crouch down in time and slash at her abdomen as she approaches you. You turn to face her on the other side of the pit and she wastes no time in attacking you again. She attempts to grab your armed hand but you take hold of her wrist first and move to pin it behind her back. Quickly, your blade drags across her throat and she falls to your feet.

The kill has not yet registered in your mind but your heart is racing. You can almost hear your blood coursing through your veins. You held your arms outstretched, your eyes focused ahead, ready for the next one.

Across the pit, Feyd-Rautha licks his lips, smiling as he releases his second concubine. This time, you walk toward her while she moves to attack you. You clock her head with the pommel of your dagger and knock her a few steps back. She reaches a hand to wipe the blood beginning to drip out of her nose. After examining it, she snarls and bares her sharp teeth at you. Your mind is blank now. She dodges your first slash then manages to land a blow to your jaw. You seethe from the pain. You spit out the mixture of blood and saliva filling your mouth. The anger at the hit drives you to rush at her. Seeing an opening, you duck down to her waist and stab her twice. As she falls to her knees, the look of determination doesn't leave her eyes until the very last moment.

When you turn around, Feyd-Rautha has already released the last concubine. The ruthless scream she lets out disorients you. She pounces and knocks you over. She straddles you and pins your arms to the ground, your blade sliding inches away. She screams again in your face at the death of her sisters. You wedge your right knee between you and her abdomen, the only thing keeping her teeth from reaching your throat. You grunt as you struggle to free your hands. In your periphery, you see Feyd-Rautha, wielding his own blade, take a step into the pit.

"GET BACK," you roar, and he is powerless to refuse.

You turn back to your opponent still on top of you and you butt her head with your own. She loosens her grip and you kick her off to hastily crawl to your weapon. When she reorients herself and attempts to grab you again, you hook a knee under her arm and flip the both of you over. With your weight on her chest and both your knees pinning her arms down, she thrashes underneath you, claws digging into your right ankle. You take your blade in both hands and her screaming is silenced when you sink your knife deep into her heart.

When you rise, the room is quiet. Your chest heaves. The stark white ceiling lights don't help the lightheadedness that begins to wash over you in the post-adrenaline rush. Feyd-Rautha says something from behind you but his speech is garbled as you reel from the thrill of what just transpired. You were electrified. You almost... wanted more.

Then, the realization of the revolting scene you are in settles upon you and you are knocked off your high. You look at the leather-clad bodies scattered around you, the grotesque way they lay on the floor, the red blood pooling around them made brighter by the sterile grayness of the room. You did this.

A hand on your shoulder snaps you out of it. In reflex, you turn and raise your blade at the offender.

Feyd-Rautha holds his hands up, "Whoa, easy, Atreides. Trying to kill me? Don't want to start a war, do you?"

You yield your weapon. Your eyes dodge his as you look to your feet and try to steady your breathing.

"Enjoy your first taste of blood?" Feyd-Rautha says, the look in his eyes indecipherable to you. He raises a hand and swipes his thumb on your cheek. It comes away covered in crimson.

You gasp and reach for your face with your own hand. You don't even know if it's your blood or theirs, or when it got on you. Your heart pounded, unable to decide whether you were repulsed or proud.

"Look at you," he says licking the red off his finger. You could not help but stare at him through the strands of your hair that had come undone in the fighting. "You're beautiful like this," his hand reaches for your face again.

"No," you say low and quiet when you swat his hand away, "you're sick." You didn't know if you meant him or yourself. You calmly turn to leave. No one stops you when you make your way up the shallow steps of the pit. As you pass Iassa—no, Zora—by the doorway, you tell her flatly, "Prepare a bath."

You had never taken a life before. Today, you took three. You were glad you didn't know their names. You decided you'd never find out.

After Zora pours a final pitcher of hot water into the bath, you tell her, "You may go. I'll dress myself later, thank you."

She bows and makes her way out of your rooms.

In your solitude, you bring your knees to your chest. You had been quick to wipe the blood off your cheek before you even reached your quarters. Now, you cup the water into your hands and rub it into your face, the slight sting of the heat comforting you.

He was a cruel man, your betrothed. This is what you've decided. Having you kill the concubines he claimed to want to keep so much. But wasn't it you who threatened to kill them? He started it, you argue with yourself, when he had Iassa killed. You felt like a child.

When you used to hear of Feyd-Rautha's exploits, you had to mask your disgust. And yet now, you had killed so easily in that pit as he had in the arena. What was this place doing to you?

When you left Caladan, Paul had never killed anyone either. You wonder if he ever does, would he feel the same exhilaration you did when you slit that first concubine's throat. No. Your brother was fierce but, like your father, he had a good heart. You beat him by three. You hoped it would stay that way.

You think about your future here, marrying Feyd-Rautha. Producing heir after heir under the Baron's watchful eye. You were a broodmare. Despite all your fancy training and education. Despite your little demonstration earlier. It was the bitter truth.

You missed home. You missed walking along the beach at night with your father. You missed your mother's gentle hands brushing your hair. You missed the banter and teasing with your brother. You missed Gurney, and Duncan, and the cold breeze on your balcony, and getting to roam free and going anywhere you pleased. When the tears come, you sink deep into the bath so they might fade away in the water.

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

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idyllvcs · 8 months

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SWEET, SWEET THING

Ⅰ. NEUVILLETTE X GN!READER ⅠⅠ. TAGS : fluff, two kisses, established marriage, horrible usage of french, mention of accidentally burning urself when using the oven once, maybe self-indulgent. ⅠⅠⅠ. WC : 480 ⅠV. SYNOPSIS : your husband resolves to your failed baked goods V. A/N : i do not have a hydro char problem.

neuvillette, who swallows down the failed baking mishap you concoct once every week.

neuvillette, who gracefully waves off your protest in him swallowing down said baked goods to put a smile on your face.

neuvillette, who smiles softly whenever you huff at the flour spilling.

neuvillette, who hates to admit that his eyes peek over whatever tabloid or article he’s reading to watch over you when you’re in the kitchen just in case you might hurt or burn yourself (like the last time you attempted to shove cake batter too hastily into the preheated oven)

neuvillette, who arrives home late from court and sits down at the kitchen table to eat a newly made batch of sweets you made, good or not, to see the ecstatic look on your face the next morning.

“mon amour, i told you not to eat these…” you mumbled, staring at your husband who’s smiling languidly at you from across the kitchen counter. he held onto the last piece of another failed madeleine– one that he could already tell was overbaked and dry the moment he laid eyes on it.

somehow– somehow, the small intermission you had to clean up yourself after your time in the kitchen gave him a window of opportunity to finish the plate of madeleines you baked. “i insist. and i already did so,” neuvillette replied softly.

the ludex of fontaine, chief justice neuvillette, is often perceived and known for his high authority whose character not even the public could pinpoint. but, even the citizens of fontaine wouldn’t assume that their chief justice would be the person to swallow down a plate of baked goods so his spouse won’t feel an ounce of hurt or disappointment.

“your attempt at madeleines is not to go to waste, ma chérie,” he blurted out. the taller man finished off the last of the small cake in his hands and stepped towards you. “it is supposed to be delicate and airy– and light–” your rambling was cut short when neuvillette takes your hand.

your chest flutters when he pressed his lips against your knuckles as if he was afraid that his kiss would harm the exterior of your skin. “you had one small misstep,” he mutters against your knuckles. “you did everything else perfectly.”

his voice rumbling against your skin was enough to make you forget what you were huffing about earlier. you’re sure you actually forgot when he tilted his head up to press another kiss but this time on your forehead.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #fontaine #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #genshin fluff #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x you

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cosmal · 1 year

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 — 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

day two to my christmas drabbles advent calendar

summary — steve gets you a christmas present after you’d agreed to no gifts this year.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, reeder celebrates christmas

notes — i hate this lol

“I don’t think I have enough money saved to buy Christmas presents and pay bills this year.” Was what you had said to Steve a month ago.

You’d both agreed to hold off the gift-giving for just this year. But you’d agreed to it so sadly, Steve hasn’t been able to get the upset look on your face out of his head ever since.

It’s easier to imagine the joyful look you had on your face when you’d pointed to the polaroid camera in the window at Percy’s Photography in the middle of town. You’d gushed to him about how you’ve always wanted one but never been able to afford it. And Steve’d be damned if he didn’t get it for you for Christmas. You deserve it.

Now he’s sat on your couch, a few days before Christmas with the box squished between him and the cushion at his back. He’s waiting for you to come back from the kitchen with your drinks and he’s nervous. More nervous than he thinks he should be.

He knows you’ve been down ever since the festive season has begun. The joyful person you usually are around this time of the year is hard to be found and he’s determined to change that.

You come back out and he misses your smile sorely.

“I burnt myself on the milk,” you pout, sitting down next to him, careful not to spill the hot chocolates in your hands.

Steve sits up and accepts his drink. He sets it down next to him instead and takes your free hand into his own. He feels over your red fingertips and you let him.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pushing his fingers into yours gently.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “just stings a bit.”

You sit your own drink down without even sipping it and take your joined hands to your mouth to kiss the back of his.

“Do you need an ice pack?” he worries, letting you press your lips into his skin. He wants to kiss yours instead, but let’s you love on him.

You part from his hand and shake your head, “M’okay. Thank you.” You kiss him once more for good measure.

He lets you shuffle around until you’re comfortable, crossing your legs over so your thigh is pressing into his. Once you’re settled, he thinks it’s the perfect time to pull the gift out. His nerves slowly form into excitement. It radiates from him and feels it’s an injustice next to you where you sit sadly.

“I have a surprise,” he says, interrupting you where you flick mindlessly through channels on the TV.

Your eyes light up just a little and Steve can feel his heart tick faster. You turn so you can face him.

“A good one?” you ask over the rim of your mug. After a sip, you sit it down to give him your full attention.

“I think so.”

You bite your lip, “Did you find some more of the fudgy cookies I like?” you giggle a light, airy sound.

Steve laughs too, reminding himself to find your favourite dessert next time he goes shopping. “No, I think it might be better.”

“Okay.”

He pulls the box from where its corner is pressing into his back, sitting it in your lap. He watches your giddy excitement turn to something like confusion. Still, you’re happy.

You pick the box up and run your fingers over the folds in the wrapping paper. Over the little pictures of reindeer and snowmen.

“Steve…” you murmur, voice too quiet.

“Open it,” he urges gently, nudging your knee with his own.

“What is this?” you ask, flipping the box over in your tender hands.

“An early Christmas present.”

“Steve, I thought we-“

“Yeah, I know. We weren’t gonna get each other presents this year, but I could t help myself.” he rambles, his own giddiness is dizzying.

“Well, what am I gonna get you?” you ask, present completely forgotten. He almost feels a little guilty.

“No, nothing,” he shakes his head until the hair behind his ears falls into his eyes. “Don’t worry about that. Just, please baby, open the box.”

You hesitate for a moment and then move to flip it to unstick the tape from the pretty wrapping. Being too gentle for Steve’s liking. Personally, he would’nt care about keeping the paper intact.

When you can clearly see what’s under the wrapping, your eyes go wide, a pretty smile washing your features.

“Steve,” you gasp, scrunching the paper in your hands. Steve grins almost just as wide as you.

“You like it? I hope it’s the right one, the lady at the store said-“

You throw yourself into Steve’s chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. Falling into him until he lands backwards into the couch. Steve laughs wildly, landing with a happy oomph.

“It’s perfect. I love it,” you murmur into his neck. He squeezes you close as if he’ll be able to hear your happy voice even clearer.

“You sure?” he asks. He genuinely hopes he hasn’t stuffed up.

You squeeze into him, pressing your nose into his hair. You really try not to cry. You love Steve’s heart more than the present in this moment. The gift half-forgotten next to your legs.

“I love you,” you say instead.

Steve stammers, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

You press your lips to his neck, kissing him lovingly. “You’re amazing. Truly.”

Steve laughs madly. “Not as much as you, honey.”

You settle in his lap, more content with loving over your amazing boyfriend then opening the present even more. It can wait.

“You gonna open it up?” Steve asks while you push your head closer to his shoulder.

“In a minute. Wanna sit here for a moment. I’m just really happy.”

Steve’s heart swells, “Oh, sweetheart. I’m happy that you’re happy.”

You giggle against his neck after a beat, “I’m going to take so many photos of you.”

Steve groans lightheartedly, like he’s not already excited. “Not as much as I’ll take of you.”

“Never.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabbles #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #christmas #christmas fanfic #christmas fanfiction

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yorutsuki · 27 days

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「 ✦ Unexpected Traveler Pt. 2 ✦ 」

↳ You were once a world traveler alongside the twins—one being your lover...but that was until you had disappeared from their side not too long after their run in with the heavenly principles. So...what a coincidence would it be if a certain unexpected traveler showed up.

Tags: @huanator

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"{Y/N..?}"

The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight.

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart dropped as the voice rang loudly in your ears—echoing almost, wracking into your brain.

"A-Aether..?" You crocked out, hesitantly turning around, your eyes meeting his.

The two of you could only stare at each other, the noise around you nothing but white silence as time stood still.

Aether shook his head hesitantly, "N-No..this..This isn't real." He furrowed his brows as his gaze dropped to the ground, his heart beating faster. "You..—You can't be real!" He grits his teeth, his mind overworked with processing the situation.

You couldn't be real. You vanished in front of him—to ashes! Even if you were, the last time he believed that, his sister abandoned him just before his eyes, multiple times nonetheless.

He couldn't deal with that again, especially if it was you..

His thoughts and doubts quickly diminished as he tensed up, feeling a hand on his shoulder.

Looking up he found you in front of him, the person he's missed dearly, the one he longed to find once again ever since that day.

Without a second thought, he pulled you into a tight embrace as tears built up in both of your guy's eyes.

"Archons i've missed you..!" He sniffed with a small chuckle, you let out a airy laugh in return. "Shit, I thought i'd never see you again..I thought..." His voice trailed off as the moment replayed in his mind.

Your brows furrowed in empathy as you lightly pulled from the hug, wiping your eyes. "But i'm here now, so please don't cry.."

Aether snapped from his thoughts as he reached his hand towards his face. Looking down, he found small water droplets. He wiped his tears away, a tad embarrassed he was crying in front of you. "Sorry..I just can't believe...I can't believe that your here."

The moment was interrupted with a high pitched-squeaky voice, "um, is someone going to tell Paimon what's happening?" The floating god fairy complained, hands resting upon her hips.

Your eyes widened in shock at the small being. "This is {Y/N}, the person i've been telling you about." Aether stated. Paimon's face lightened up. "Ohh! So she's the lady you've been rambling on about. Your very pretty miss!" She complimented with a intrigued expression.

You blushed at the comment, "I, uh..thank you." You gave a small smile.

"{Y/N}, I..." Aether hesitated in thought, "I believe we have a lot of catching up to do." He smiled meekly. You nodded in agreement.

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"So let me get this straight, ever since you supposedly died, you ended up here in Fontaine? Not only that, but got saved from the hydro archon?" Paimon recapped in shock, her voice pitching higher with every inquiry.

You nodded as you sipped on your drink.

"It's been quite the life while living here." You smiled though it faded as you saw Aether in thought, almost in regret. "Are you alright?" You asked, cocking your head to the side as your brows furrowed lightly.

Aether snapped from his thoughts as he bashfully gave a light smile, "sorry, was just thinking on things." He reassured.

A small silence set between the two of you. You both were in lost for words. After all this time you were finally reunited. You didn't know what to say...but you did know where to go.

"Aether.." You stood up, the blonde traveler following your figure with soft movements. You reached your hand out to him.

"Walk with me?"

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A/N: This was so short of the amnt of time I was away. I promise part 3 is going to be out shortly!

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