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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Failed Attempts

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: An AU in which you and the men aren't dating (yet). This is about the men and their failed attempts at flirting with you and getting some alone time with you away from the others.

Note: Hello, I typed this out while I was sick, so I have no idea how this turns out. I did have a first draft at first, but then I didn't like how it was turning out, so I deleted the first draft and started a new one. Which is this one! ;v; I hope you all like it or at least find it decent. I type the entire thing while having a fever and during my midterms week 💀 Since Valentine's Day is coming up in two days, I guess this can count as one. Especially towards the end of the fic, maybe 🤔 To the new and returning readers, please remember that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of unless Childe wanting fourteen children counts.

Word Count: 10.1k

There are many times when the twenty-five men have attempted to flirt with you and ask you out on a date, but their attempts would fly over your head. Imagine trying to ask your crush out or flirt with them, only for them to stare back at you cluelessly or brush it off as any other comment. The reaction is like a kick to the gut, but in this case, a kick to the ego and pride. It’s a hilarious sight for Lumine, Paimon, and anyone who witnesses it in person. The failed attempts are entertaining for any person that sees them in person. Not only is it funny, but it’s also hard to watch.

Here you are, pinned against the wall. Childe’s arms cage you between the wall of the estate and his body. He gazes at you with intensity while you stare back at him owlishly. The look on your face is so cute that it makes Childe want to lean down and bite your cheeks. The upstairs cheeks, but the downstairs ones are good too— for the bedroom.

“So, [Y/N], what do you think about us having a future together? You, me, us living in Snezhnaya and having fourteen children?” Childe asks casually.

You look at Childe with wide eyes. “Fourteen children? I don’t think I’ll be able to handle that many children, Childe. I can barely handle twenty-five men living under the same roof as me,” you say lightheartedly.

Childe opens his mouth to reply, but the timer next to the oven chimes, startling both of you. You peek from under his arms, and your eyes light up. Before Childe had you pinned to the estate’s wall, you were baking cookies because you were craving chocolate chip cookies. And now they are done baking in the oven!

“The cookies are ready!” You said.

You duck from underneath Childe’s arms and trot over to the kitchen, grabbing oven mitts, opening the oven, and pulling out the tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafts in the air, almost making you moan at the delicious aroma. Childe is left standing there, his mouth agape, looking at you in disbelief.

Pantalone snickers and props his arm on Childe’s shoulder with a smirk. “Maybe [Y/N] doesn’t like the idea of being trapped in Snezhnaya with mini Tartaglias running around,” Pantalone teases Childe.

“I don’t blame them for avoiding Childe’s strange proposition! Sounds like a nightmare for us all! One Childe is enough already,” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, smirking at the annoyed ginger Harbinger.

Itto snorts and smirks at Childe. “Maybe they’re not interested in you, Childe. I think they might be into onis like myself,” Itto says, flipping his hair over his shoulders.

Childe makes a face at Itto, brushing Pantalone’s arm off his shoulders with an eye roll. While in the kitchen, you place the chocolate chip cookies on the cooling rack and take your oven mitts off after closing the oven. You set the timer to five minutes for the cookies to cool down, placing the timer next to the cooling rack.

You walk out of the kitchen and dust your hands on your apron. “The cookies should be ready to eat after five minutes! Although I can’t guarantee that it won’t be hot. I think it’s better to eat them fresh than eat them days after it's fresh out of the oven,” you said.

Kaeya approaches where you’re standing and stands before you. Kaeya caresses your face in his left hand, brushing the tip of his thumb against the apples of your cheek. Kaeya smiles at you and gazes at you with the softest expression you have ever seen. You look at Kaeya, breathless. Kaeya brushes a strand of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear. Childe, Itto, Pantalone, and Scaramouche stare at Kaeya blankly. How dare Kaeya make such a suave move on you right in front of their very own eyes? Especially after Childe’s failed attempts of getting you to elope with him, move to Snezhnaya with him, and raise fourteen children together. Not that they think about it— Childe, Itto, Scaramouche, and Pantalone can see why the red-headed whine tycoon dislikes his adoptive brother so much.

“Once the cookies are done cooling down, care to eat the cookies with me in front of the fireplace? Just you and me?” Kaeya asks.

To you, Kaeya’s voice is soft and gentle. But to the other men around him, Kaeya’s voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Of course, the Calvary Captain is suave with the ladies! It’s no surprise that someone like Kaeya would be able to scare a total babe like you. Right? You stare up at Kaeya, and a big smile appears on your face.

“That sounds perfect, Kaeya! We can all sit in front of the fireplace and eat freshly baked cookies! It’s a perfect atmosphere!” You said.

Everyone almost burst out laughing. Kaeya didn’t have a strong reaction to your obliviousness. Instead, Kaeya continues to smile at you and nod. Kaeya doesn’t mind that other people will be joining the both of you in front of the fireplace, eating freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that you have baked. As long as you’re sitting next to him, he doesn’t mind having other people join you two.

Kaeya’s bottom lip juts out. “You’ll be sitting next to me, right?” Kaeya asks. He reaches for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.

The little display of affection causes the men in the room to go silent. Eyes narrowing, their eyes zeroed in on your and Kaeya’s laced fingers. You squeeze Kaeya’s hands and nod.

“Of course, we can sit next to each other, Kaeya! You don’t need to ask,” you reply. “Besides, I think everyone sitting around the fireplace while eating cookies would be a perfect time for us all to get to know each other more,” you said.

Itto holds his hand in the air. “What if we don’t care about the others, but we only care about you?” Itto asks.

You snort. “Itto, I think you all should care about each other regardless. Plus, since we’re all living under the same roof in the abode, it would be nice if we all got to know each other and formed a friendship,” you reply.

“What about a relationship?” Aether asks.

You stare at him and at the other men, who are all anticipating your response to Aether’s question.

“I mean, if you all want to get into a relationship with each other, go ahead!” You shrug your shoulders.

Everyone in the room either face-palmed or stared at you in disbelief. How are you this dense? Well, technically, Aether wasn’t as specific as he should be, but your response is something they did not expect.

“No, no, no, sweetheart. I think Aether meant forming a relationship with you,” Capitano says, rubbing your shoulders.

You shrug your shoulders again. “A relationship can mean anything. There are many terms for relationships,” you murmur, stroking your chin.

Kaveh slams his forehead on the table. “Dear archons! This is getting us nowhere,” Kaveh groans.

You wince at the sound of Kaveh’s forehead meeting the wooden table in front of him. The tension in the room is interrupted by the sound of the timer chiming from the kitchen. You walk to the kitchen to check on the chocolate chip cookies, leaving the men to their thoughts.

“I can’t believe that [Y/N] assumed that we wanted to date each other,” Gorou shivers, shaking his head.

Ayato sighs and rubs his temples. “I can’t tell whether they’re pretending to be oblivious about us trying to make a move on them or if they’re being serious about it,” Ayato murmurs, looking over in your direction.

“Judging by the expression on their face, I’m afraid they’re not joking around,” Diluc replies.

A few minutes later, you emerge from the kitchen with a plate of chocolate chip cookies in your hands with a big smile. You gesture for the men to follow you to the living room and set the plate of cookies down in front of the fireplace. The cookies are warm, and you broke one cookie in half in the kitchen to see how well the chocolate has melted, and it was perfect.

“The cookies turned out perfect! It’s a perfect amount of gooeyness to the melted chocolate, and it’s warm and soft,” you said.

Thoma walks up to you and drapes his arms over your shoulders. “The cookies look perfect, [Y/N]! I can never get my cookies to turn out as perfect as yours. Care to show me how to bake a cookie as perfect as yours?” Thoma asks, smiling down at you.

You smile and nod. “Of course! I’ll write down the instructions for you and give them to you tonight!” You said, grabbing a piece of cookie and biting into it.

The chocolate melts on your tongue, and the flavor bursts in your mouth, making you moan. You close your eyes with contentment and lick the chocolate from the corner of your lips. The cookie tastes heavenly, and you certainly died and went to heaven after taking a bite of the cookies. When you open your eyes, you notice that no one is eating the cookies. Instead, their eyes are focused on you, more specifically, your lips.

“What? Is there something on my lips?” You ask, feeling around your lips to make sure there aren’t any crumbs sticking to your lips.

Albedo nods his head and steps forward. He cups your face in his hands, tilts your head up, and wipes the small piece of crumb near your chin. Albedo wipes a tiny bit of chocolate stain at the corner of your lip before lifting the same finger and licking the chocolate from the tip of his finger.

Albedo smiles at you. “There’s no need to worry about stains and crumbs on your face anymore, [Y/N],” he says softly.

Albedo walks back to where he was standing earlier and crossed his arms over his chest with a faint smug smirk. The men around him look at Albedo in disbelief. How can someone like Albedo make such a bold move on you? Especially when it’s in front of other people who want [Y/N] almost as much as Albedo does.

Kazuha lets out a low whistle. “How suave of you, Chief Alchemist,” Kazuha says, smiling at Albedo while gazing at the Chief Alchemist from the corner of his eyes.

“So… are we not going to eat the cookies?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. “Of course, none of you have to eat the cookies if you don’t want to! I’m not going to force any of you to eat the cookies,” you chuckle, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it.

Baizhu leans to Al Haitham and whispers, “Did Albedo’s action not affect [Y/N]?”

“I’m not entirely sure. [Y/N] is hard to read,” Al Haitham mutters.

Heizou grabs a chocolate chip cookie and sits on the couch beside you, looking over at Kaeya with a smirk on his face. Kaeya stares at Heizou with his eyebrows raised, a humorless smirk appearing on Kaeya’s face. Heizou taps your shoulder and motions for you to rest your head on his shoulders.

“If you need a shoulder to lean on, you can always lean on my shoulders. Only someone as special as you can lean on my shoulders,” says Heizou, shooting you a charming smile.

Without a second thought, you happily lean your head on Heizou’s shoulders while taking a bite of your cookie. You look at Kaeya and reach your hand out, making grabby motions with your hands. Kaeya feels his face heat up before walking over to you. Kaeya sits beside you, pulls you onto his lap, and reaches for a chocolate chip cookie to snack on while the men are glaring daggers at him.

“You’re really comfortable,” you murmur, snuggling into his arms after finishing your chocolate chip cookie.

Tighnari purses his lips. “I will not eat a chocolate chip cookie unless [Y/N] gets off of Kaeya’s lap,” Tighnari comments, sticking his nose up in the air with a huff.

Cyno raises his eyebrows at Tighnari. “Well, that’s an unusual thing for you to say, Tighnari. I can see Childe be the one to make a comment like that, but you?” Cyno asks.

Pierro rolls his eyes. “Not only is it unusual, but it’s also childish coming from someone of his caliber,” Pierro looks at Tighnari from head to toe with an eyebrow raised.

A few minutes later, you end up getting off of Kaeya’s lap and walking back to the kitchen to grab a glass cup of milk. The cookie would taste even better with milk, so why not get some milk to drink with your chocolate chip cookie? When you walk back to the living room, everyone is already standing, and the cookies are missing from the plate. You look at the men and notice that their cheeks are stuffed.

You point at the plate and back at the men in front of you. “Did you all eat the cookies while I was gone?” You ask.

Venti quickly chews the chocolate chip cookie in his mouth and nods. “Yes! The cookies are delicious! We couldn’t help ourselves and decided to eat them,” Venti clears his throat after almost choking on a piece of crumb.

A big smile appears on your face after hearing what Venti said. “That’s great! What do you guys think of the cookies? Anything I need to change or improve on?” You ask.

Xiao shakes his head. “There’s nothing you need to change. The cookie is perfect, just the way it is. The same goes for you,” says Xiao.

Xiao hears a faint chuckle coming from behind him. Xiao’s head snaps towards the person’s direction, and he sees Dottore chuckling behind his hand while standing beside Pantalone, who is also chuckling.

“The Yaksha flirting with [Y/N]? How precious,” Dottore coos, giving Xiao a teasing grin.

Zhongli gives Dottore a disapproving look and shakes his head. “Dottore, I wouldn’t be speaking if I were you. Xiao has a subtle way of complimenting someone without being overbearing like someone in this room,” Zhongli says, turning to look at Dottore.

The corner of Zhongli’s lips quirked up when Dottore’s smile slipped off his face. Dottore narrows his eyes at Zhongli and rolls his eyes, looking away from the ex-archon with his arms crossing over his chest.

“Should I make more cookies?” You mutter, staring at the plate intently.

Dainsleif smiles at you. “That is up to you. Do you have enough ingredients for extra batches of cookies?” Dainsleif asks.

You puckered your lips and sighed. “I don’t think I do, but that’s okay! I can make more cookies next time!” You said.

You look at Dainsleif and notice that he has tiny little crumbs at the corner of his lips. You place your cup of milk down on the table before walking over to where he’s standing. You stand on the tip of your toes and wipe the crumbs away.

You look at Dainsleif through your eyelashes. “There were crumbs from the cookies at the corner of your lips. I had to wipe it away,” you murmur. “Although you look cute with cookie crumbs at the corner of your lips.” You giggle.

Dainsleif stares down at you, his cheeks bright pink. You give him a small smile and let your hand fall to your side. You turn and see the others looking at you and Dainsleif with a blank stare; all of them have crumbs at the corners of their lips.

Heizou points to his face. “I have crumbs on my face too. Care to wipe them away for me?” Heizou asks, flashing his pearly whites at you.

You snort and playfully roll your eyes. You walk up to Heizou and dust the crumbs from the corner of Heizou’s lips and cheek. Without saying a word, the men all line up behind Heizou, waiting for you to wipe the chocolate chip cookie crumbs off their faces.

After Childe and Kaeya’s failed attempts at flirting with you, everyone assumes that you are either not interested or they just suck at flirting. Your stay at the estate continues to be peaceful, albeit a little bit awkward, because of the tension between the men and their unspoken competition to see who can ask you out first. While the men have been trying to flirt with you, you see their comments as them showing that they care about you and how attentive they are to you.

One way the men showed that they care about you is when that one time when you fell ill and couldn’t get out of bed because of how fatigued you felt and how weak your limbs were. You woke up one day and could barely open your eyes. All you wanted to do was to sleep in and do nothing at all but sleep.

Your eyes crack open to the sound of knocking coming from your bedroom door. You roll over on your side and keep your eyes close, snuggling up against your blanket and pillow, feeling yourself drift off to sleep. You’re woken up by the sound of a knock coming from behind your door.

You swallow your saliva, feeling it slide down your severely dry throat, causing you to wince. “Yes?” You call out weakly.

You almost didn’t recognize your voice because of how scratchy and dry your throat feels. You clear your throat and weakly reach over to your nightstand for a glass cup of water. You sit up and pour water from the pitcher into the glass cup. The door to your bedroom cracks open, and several men peek into your room and see you chugging the water as if you haven’t drunk anything in days.

After drinking an entire cup of water, you put the cup down on your nightstand and wipe the water from your lips. Even though you chugged a whole cup of water, your throat continues to feel dry and scratchy.

“You don’t look too good, sweetheart,” Gorou frowns.

You smile at him weakly. “I don’t feel well either, Gorou,” you reply.

You clear your throat and plop down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Baizhu and Dottore push past the men and rush over to your bed. Baizhu and Dottore look down at you. You look like you’re about to pass out at any minute. You have dark circles underneath your eyes, your skin feels cold and clammy when Baizhu presses the back of his hand against your forehead, and your neck feels almost hot.

Dottore frowns and caresses your face in his hands. “Oh, sweetheart. It looks like you have a cold,” Dottore whispers, tucking your hair behind your ears and wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“Stay in bed, alright? We’ll get you medication, and Thoma will make you some soup to eat,” says Baizhu; he turns to look at the blond.

Thoma nods and quickly rushes out of your bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen to make some soup for you to eat. Baizhu and Dottore leave your side and walks to the infirmary in the estate, leaving you under the care of the other men. Diluc walks over to your bed and sits at the edge, watching you slowly get under the blankets, pulling it up to your chin.

Diluc leans down and presses his lips against your forehead, catching you and the others off guard. Diluc slowly pulls away and brushes the strands of your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“Get well soon for us, alright? We don’t like seeing you sick,” Diluc murmurs, brushing his thumb against your flushed cheeks.

You pout and attempt to poke his cheek in return, but you feel so weak that your hand falls onto the bed halfway. Diluc’s gaze softens, and he reaches for your hand, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t know how I got sick. Maybe it’s my lack of sleep that got me sick,” you murmur, curling up into a fetal position and gazing at Diluc with bleary eyes.

Al Haitham leans against the doorway. “Have you been around anyone that’s sick? None of us are sick,” Al Haitham gestures to everyone in the room with an eyebrow raised.

You shake your head. “I don’t think so, but then again, I’ve always had a weak immune system. Unfortunately, having a weak immune system makes me vulnerable to many illnesses and diseases,” you reply.

“Oh no,” Tighnari breathes, rubbing his temples with a sigh.

Kaveh points at you. “So, what you’re telling us is that we should put you in some kind of a bubble to protect you from all kinds of sicknesses, got it.”

You snort and nod, clutching tightly onto your soft blanket. “Yes, Kaveh. That is correct,” you murmur.

Aether looks like he is about to burst into tears; seeing you sick and in this condition worries him a lot. You mentioned that you have a weak immune system means that you’re very vulnerable and are susceptible to getting sick easily. Aether doesn’t want to see you suffer and be bedridden because your immune system isn’t strong enough to fight off many diseases and illnesses. Aether walks to you and sits across from Diluc, close to your thighs.

Aether leans down and rests his head on your stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Please get well soon. I want you to be healthy, happy, and with me,” Aether looks up at you with a small pout on his face.

You chuckle and run your fingers through his soft blonde hair. “Aether, I’m always with you and the others. I hope I can recover from this cold because it’s a pain in the ass to be sick,” you murmur, pinching his cheek lightly.

Aether pouts after seeing that you didn’t know what he had implied earlier. The sound of stifled snickers fills your bedroom. Aether narrows his eyes and slowly turns to the group of men by your door, hiding their grins behind their hands.

“Another failed attempt, but this time, it’s by Aether,” Venti whispers to Xiao, hiding his snickers behind his hand.

Xiao rolls his eyes, looking away from the bard while biting back a smile that threatens to appear on his face. Aether gets off of you and walks over to the two anemo vision wielders, scrunching his face up at them. A few minutes later, Baizhu and Dottore walk into your room with medicine in their hands and a surgical mask for you to wear while you’re sick.

Thoma enters the room a few minutes later with a tray of food in his hands, setting the tray down in front of you after you sit up on the bed. The aroma of the soup made your stomach rumble with hunger. You place a cloth napkin over your lap while Diluc holds your hair back, adjusting it so your hair wouldn’t fall into your soup while you eat.

“You should take your medicine after eating because the medicine might make your stomach feel queasy when you take it on an empty stomach,” says Thoma.

You nod. “You’re right, Thoma. Especially when it’s a liquid medicine for a cold,” you murmur, holding the medicine bottle up to your face and reading the words. “Are these the type to be taken during the day, or is it the one that will knock me out cold?” You ask, looking up at Baizhu and Dottore.

“Since when are there two different kinds of cold medicines?” Scaramouche asks, walking over to where you’re sitting and taking the bottle from your hands.

“One type of cold medicine is taken during the day, the other is for the night because it should help you sleep through the night without waking up to a coughing fit,” replies Ayato.

“Which is what happened to me last night,” you sigh, eating the porridge that Thoma cooked for you. “I feel like I got run over by a sumpter beast,” you grumble.

“You look like you got run over by one too, but that doesn’t take away from your beauty, snookums!” Childe says, trotting over to you with a smile on his face.

Dainsleif rolls his eyes. “What a charmer. Is this how you land the first date with [Y/N]?” Dainsleif asks Childe, the corner of his lips quirking up into a smirk.

Childe stops in his tracks, turns around, and stares at Dainsleif with his mouth agape. You’re too busy eating your food to notice the tension growing between Childe and Dainsleif. You suddenly drop the spoon in the bowl and reach for the cloth napkin on your lap and sneeze into it.

“How heavy is the dose of medicine? I need it to knock me out cold,” you sniffled.

Albedo grabs the medicine bottle from Scaramouche’s hand and looks at the label. The bottle didn’t have a specific label on how strong the medicine was, but what it did have were instructions on how much a certain age group should take.

Albedo holds the bottle out in front of you and shows the instruction to you. “It didn’t specify how strong the medicine is going to be for your sickness, but it does have dosage on how much you should take. Since you’re an adult, it’s best to take the highest dosage every five hours,” Albedo says, pointing at the top of the mini chart.

Your face pinches up, and you reluctantly grab the bottle from his hands. “Alright, I will take these after I’m done eating,” you grumble before continuing to eat your breakfast (or is it lunch?).

After finishing your bowl of soup, you take the tiny plastic cup off the bottle and place it on the food tray in front of you. You attempt to twist the cap open, only to fail. You stare at the bottle before squeezing the sides of the lid and turning it. You let out a frustrated huff of breath and put the bottle on the food tray, glaring at it. Either you’re weak from your sickness, or you’re dumb.

“What’s the matter?” Kazuha asks.

You grab the bottle and try to open the lid, failing once again. You let out an annoyed groan and nearly slam it on the food tray.

“I can’t open it,” you grumble, looking over at the twenty-five men with a deep frown on your face. “It’s a new bottle too! I swear, I followed the instructions, and I still can’t open the dang bottle,” you groused.

Without saying a word, Xiao walks over to you, takes the bottle from your hand, and inspects it for a moment before twisting the cap open with ease. He hands you the lid and bottle, staring at you.

“You were supposed to squeeze the side of the bottle,” Xiao says.

You stare at Xiao in shock and grab the bottle and lid from his hands. “I did do that! It also said to press down on the lid, pinch the sides, and twist the cap,” you explain.

Xiao gives you an odd look. “You don’t need to press down on the lid. You just squeeze the side of the lid and twist it open,” replies Xiao.

Xiao takes the bottle from your hand, closes the bottle with the lid, and demonstrates how he opened the bottle. You stare at Xiao’s hands, watching him twist the bottle open with ease. You try to do the same, only to fail.

“That bottle has favoritism,” you accuse, pushing the bottle away from you with a glare.

A few seconds after pushing the bottle away from you, you grab the bottle, mimic what Xiao did, and successfully open the bottle. You let out a slow sigh, shaking your head. You pour the liquid medicine into the small measuring bottle for the appropriate measurement. After getting the perfect measurement of the liquid medicine, you close the bottle and down the liquid medication. The taste of the medication was something you had never tasted before. It’s disgusting, but you know that if you want to get well soon, you need to take it.

You force yourself to swallow the medication and reach for the water pitcher and the glass cup, pouring water into the cup and chugging the water. Once you have emptied the glass cup, you put the pitcher and cup down on your nightstand; violent shivers rack your body.

Your face pinches up with disgust. “That tastes disgusting,” you shiver, shaking your head.

Cyno shrugs and chuckles. “Hey, it’s medicine. Medicine isn’t supposed to taste appetizing like candy,” says Cyno.

Dottore and Baizhu take the liquid medicine from your hands while Thoma takes the food tray and napkin off your lap. You want to lay down on your bed, but you think you should let your food and medication settle down in your stomach before lying down. Or else there’s a possible chance that the food and medicine will come back up.

“Are you not going to go back to sleep?” Pantalone asks.

You shake your head. “Not yet. I’m letting everything settle down in my stomach first before going back to sleep. Other than that, have any of you eaten anything?” You ask.

“We ate already. We assumed you were going to come downstairs for breakfast, but you never came down,” replies Capitano.

You give Capitano a weak smile and run your fingers through your hair. “I was so tired that I could barely get out of bed. I didn’t even notice that I slept in until I woke up to the sound of knocking at my door,” you said.

“When you’re feeling healthy again, what do you think about joining me in having lunch or dinner at the Liuli Pavilion?” Zhongli asks, sitting down beside you and caressing your face in his hands.

Your eyes light up, and you nod eagerly. “Ooh! I would love to, Zhongli! I just hope I heal soon because dining at Liuli Pavilion sounds amazing right now, even though I just ate,” you said.

Zhongli smiles and strokes the apples of your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Zhongli looks at the others from the corners of his eyes, a faint smirk appearing on his face. The men shoot a glare in Zhongli’s direction after seeing a smug smile on the former archon’s face.

Pierro clears his throat. “I heard that Liuli Pavilion serves a lot of food for their customers. If it’s just you and Zhongli going alone, would you two be able to finish all of that food? I think everyone should be able to tag along as well,” Pierro says gruffly.

You blink at Pierro and look at Zhongli, who seems displeased. You shrug and rub the back of your neck awkwardly. You have gone to Liuli Pavilion before, but it was never alone with Zhongli or anyone else that lives in the abode. You think they only bring out a certain amount of food if you ordered certain food on the menu.

“I mean, Zhongli did invite me. I think it should be up to him to make that decision,” you murmur, looking at Zhongli through your lashes.

Zhongli stares at you, then look over at the men, who are giving him puppy dog eyes and mischievous smiles. Zhongli rolls his eyes and sighs through his nose, rubbing his temples. If Zhongli declines, it will make him look bad. If he agrees, then he wouldn’t get to have some alone time with you away from the others. It’s a lose-lose situation for the former archon either way.

“If the others are free and have nothing on their schedule, then they can join us, dearest. If they’re unable to join us, then it’ll be just you and me at Liuli Pavilion,” Zhongli answers, squeezing your hand gently.

You turn to look at the men. “Zhongli says it's up to all of you whether you guys want to join Zhongli and me or not,” you said.

“We’ll clear our schedule when the day comes,” Pierro states.

The men behind Pierro nod their heads in agreement. While you give them small smiles and prepare to take another nap, Zhongli is giving the men a not-so-subtle glare. Some of the men collectively smile at Zhongli innocently, while others give Zhongli a smug grin at Zhongli’s irritation at not being able to spend time alone with you.

After you have found a comfortable position to lie down and sleep, Zhongli presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. You smile up at Zhongli and caress his face in your hand. Zhongli places his hand over yours and closes his eyes with contentment. Feeling a sneeze coming up, you pull your hand from Zhongli’s face and sneeze into your elbow twice.

“Alright, little one, you need to go to sleep now. If you don’t get enough sleep, your body won’t be able to fight off the illness,” Dottore says, smiling at you at the entrance of your room.

You feel Zhongli press one last kiss on your hot forehead before getting off your bed and walking over to your bedroom door. The others soon follow behind Zhongli: they all give you forehead kisses before leaving your bedroom to let you sleep in peace.

A few weeks later, it was Venti’s turn to attempt to flirt with you. The anemo archon has a stack of ballads prepared just for this very special day. He is excited to perform for you and impress you with the poems that he has created. You have always been the source of his inspiration, and he cannot wait to showcase something special with you.

You’re laying on a hammock outside of the estate under the trees. The wind rocks the hammock back and forth while you look at the early afternoon sky through the orange leaves. You stretch and let out a groan, feeling a satisfying pop. You hear a soft melody flow in the wind, making you prop yourself up on your arms and search for where the melody is coming from.

You see Venti strolling up to your hammock while gently strumming his lyre. Venti smiles at you and stops next to your hammock. You sit up and hug the pillow against your chest, looking at the bard curiously.

“Care to listen to a few ballads of mine? Just to let you know, you’re the source of my inspiration,” Venti says, winking at you.

You feel your face heat up. “I would love to listen to your ballads, Venti!” You chirp.

You scoot over to the left and pat the empty spot next to you on the hammock. Venti gracefully lifts himself onto the hammock, sitting beside you. Venti clears his throat and adjusts his lyre in his hands. Venti begins strumming the lyre, the soft melody filling the quiet air between you two. Venti starts humming and swaying to the song. He looks up at you and gives you the sweetest smile.

Before Venti could sing, the strings of the lyre snapped. Venti gasps in horror and looks at the lyre, freaking out about how he is going to fix the lyre before the other men start to butt into your and his quiet space. You and Venti hear a slow clap coming from a distance, looking up to see the men walking toward you and Venti.

“What a performance of a lifetime, Barbatos,” Kaeya chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Venti gives the twenty-four men a fake smile before turning to you with a fake laugh, the apples of his cheeks almost as red as Diluc’s hair.

You look at Venti and his lyre worriedly. “It’s okay if you’re not able to perform for me, Venti. You can perform for me any time!” You reach for Venti’s hand and squeeze it gently.

Venti looks defeated; if he had dog ears, they would be flat on his head while giving you puppy dog eyes. You give Venti a sympathetic smile and pull him into a hug, catching him and the others off guard.

“When you get the strings fixed, come to my room, and you can play all of the ballads you like,” you murmur into his ears, tucking his hair behind his ear. “I’ll be expecting your visitation, Barbatos,” you stroke his hair.

Venti audibly gulps, pulling away from your hug with a red face. A big smile breaks out on Venti’s face, and he nods his head eagerly, planting a big kiss on your cheeks before scrambling out of the hammock to get the lyre fixed as soon as possible. Sure, he can fix it by snapping his fingers, but the look on the other men’s faces is scary, and he needs to disappear for a few hours.

“So much for ruining the moment between [Y/N] and Venti,” Itto mutters, crossing his arms over his chest with a frustrated sigh.

Childe nods. “Yeah, no kidding. Instead of ruining their moment together, we pushed them together. And now Venti will be showing up to [Y/N]’s bedroom after he gets his lyre fixed,” Childe grumbles, kicking the dirt beneath his foot like an angry toddler.

“It would be a shame if we walk into [Y/N]’s room before the performance starts,” Aether shrugs his shoulders.

If you think the men walking in on your and Venti’s supposed quiet moment, imagine the men insisting on keeping you company while you’re in the hot springs. Butt naked. You dip your hair into the hot water and wring the water out, leaning against the walls of the hot spring with a sigh, feeling your muscles relax.

The sound of water running in the hot springs is interrupted by the sound of chatter approaching the bathhouse in the abode. Your eyes shoot open, and you sink into the water until the water reaches your chin, your arms over your chest to preserve your modesty. The doors to the bathhouse open, and the men walk into the hotspring. All are shirtless, wearing towels around their waist. The towels hung low at their hips; the towels looked like they could slip off at any moment.

“Oh, [Y/N]! What a pleasant surprise to see you here at the bathhouse!” Pantalone says casually, smiling at you as he stops in front of the hot spring you’re currently sitting in.

You couldn’t tell if your face was feeling hot because of the temperature in the bathhouse or if it was because of the twenty-five shirtless (almost naked men) in front of you. You audibly gulp and give them a wary smile, continuing to keep most of your body submerged in the waters.

You laugh awkwardly. “I didn’t think all of you would be coming to the bathhouse at the same time that I do,” you say, keeping your arms pressed against your chest.

“Oh? Are we not allowed to visit the bathhouse while you’re here?” Capitano asks, propping his hands on his hips.

Your eyes trail over Capitano’s bare chest. His chest was littered with scars, fresh and old scars. His pecks are definitely bigger than Al Haitham and Itto’s pecks. But they don’t compare to Pierro’s pecks. Your face gradually becomes hotter, making you sink further into the water. You look away from them after seeing knowing smirks on their faces.

“No, no! You can visit the bathhouse whenever! But uh, there are empty hot springs over there,” you point over to the hot spring three feet away from where yours is located.

Kaveh huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “What if we want to keep you company in the same hot spring?” Kaveh asks, raising his eyebrows at you with an overly exaggerated frown.

“Then you can keep me company from a distance! Just not in the same hot spring as me,” you reply as you point over at the hot spring three feet away from you.

There’s no way in hell you’re going to let these men sit in the same hot springs as you. All of you are naked, and you don’t want people to see you naked. Heck, you never looked at yourself naked in the mirror before! These men have great physiques, and you have seen them shirtless plenty of times before, but have you seen them naked before? That is something you won’t be talking about right now.

“Alright, but that won’t stop us from coming over to talk to you,” Tighnari says, patting your head as he walks to the nearest hot spring.

You shut your eyes and cover your face with your hands when you hear towels dropping to the ground and splashes of water coming from the hot spring near yours. You assume that everyone has gotten into the hot spring a few feet from yours and uncover your eyes. You look around for your towel and nearly cry when you realize that your towel is hanging on the wall five feet from where you’re at. You sink into the water, feeling shame and embarrassment for leaving your towel there because you’re unaware that the men are going to join you at the bathhouse. You continue to press yourself against the wall of the hot spring, praying that no one will approach the hot spring you’re sitting in. You’re not in the mood to talk to anyone because everyone is naked, and you don’t want to see anyone’s bare asses (that’s a lie, you do, but let’s pretend that you don’t), nor do you want them to see your bare ass.

“Are you okay, [Y/N]?” You hear Gorou call out to you.

You turn your head and see Gorou looking at you curiously, his head peeking from the edge of the hot spring. You give Gorou a fake smile and nod. You might as well pretend that you’re okay, or else they’ll approach you while naked. If you continue to stay, who knows what’s going to happen?

You clear your throat. “I’m fine, Gorou! I, uh, I’m trying to relax in the hot spring,” you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“You know, going to the hot spring alone isn’t fun. It’s too quiet, and it feels a little bit lonely, don’t you think?” Heizou asks, resting his arms on the edge of the hot spring.

You nod. “That is true, but sometimes, it’s nice to have some alone time for yourself. It’s a good way to clear your mind and relax,” you say.

You push yourself away from the wall of the hot spring before fully submerging in the water. You emerge from the water and push your hair out of your face, wiping the water from your face while keeping most of your body hidden in the water.

“You look lonely over there. Doesn’t [Y/N] look lonely over there, Thoma?” Ayato asks, peeking over at you from where he’s sitting before glancing at the blond man beside him.

Thoma peeks at you and nods. “Yes, they look quite lonely over there, my Lord,” Thoma agrees.

You narrow your eyes at the men and slowly sink into the water up to your chin. “What do you guys have in mind?” You drawled out.

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about! We’re just commenting on how lonely it must be over there. If you do feel lonely, you can always come over here and join us all, or let us keep you company over there,” Baizhu says, leaning back in the hot spring.

“I’m actually going to leave the bathhouse very soon,” you reply, internally panicking about how you’re going to leave the bathhouse without the others seeing you butt-ass naked.

With your towel hanging far from the springs, there’s no way the others wouldn’t see your bare ass when you hop out of the hot spring and run to the towel. Plus, running isn’t permitted in the bathhouse because that is a hazard waiting to happen. You’re not going to risk slipping and cracking your skull open in the bathhouse in front of everyone with your bits on full display.

“Oh? You’re leaving so soon,” Albedo says, frowning while slicking his hair back.

You laugh nervously. “I have been here for a while. My fingers are starting to get pruney,” you said, holding up your hand to show the men your wrinkly fingertips.

“You can still hang out with us while wearing a towel. We’ll make sure that everyone behaves,” Kazuha says, turning to look at the men with a look.

You point at the towel on the wall. “I would get my towel, but the towel is far, and I don’t want to leave the hot spring to grab the towel,” you said, puckering your lips.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I got this,” Scaramouche says.

Scaramouche uses his anemo vision, ignoring the look the other anemo users shot in his direction. Despite Scaramouche possessing both an anemo and electro vision, he uses his anemo vision the most and his electro vision to zap those around him. You grab your towel that was hovering in the air and gesture for the men to turn around or shield their eyes. The men turn around and cover their eyes.

You get out of the hot spring and wrap the towel around your body. Once you have tightened the towel around your body, you let the men know you’re covered. The men uncover their eyes and motion for you to walk to where they’re sitting. While walking over to the hot spring where they’re relaxing, you wring the water out of your hair and grab an extra towel on the towel rack and wrap your hair in the towel, letting it sit on your head.

“Are you free three days from now?” Al Haitham asks, watching you dip your legs into the hot spring.

You pause and contemplate. Three days from now? What day will that be?

“I think so? I don’t think I have anything planned that day other than going to school….” You murmur, tightening your grip on the towel around your body. “Why?” You ask, looking at Al Haitham quizzically.

“He’s just wondering if you’re free on a Tuesday, that’s all,” Cyno interjects, shooting Al Haitham a not-so-subtle glare.

Al Haitham glares back at Cyno and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his bare chest. You look away after finding yourself staring at Al Haitham’s chest. You clear your throat shyly and shrug your shoulders.

“Well, I don’t think I have anything planned that day. I should be free,” you said, trying to distract yourself from the naked men in front of you.

Diluc nods. “Good, then that settles then,” Diluc states.

“Settles what?” You ask.

“You’ll know when the time comes. For now, we can’t tell you what it is,” Dainsleif says, slicking his hair back.

You scrunch your face at Dainsleif’s response and the men’s vagueness. “Aw! You guys are no fun for not telling me what you guys have in store,” you huff.

Pantalone chuckles and squeezes your calf under the water. “You’ll see when the time comes, sweetheart,” Pantalone says.

Fast forward to a few days later, you’re out in Mondstadt buying flowers to plant in the abode. Recently, you have decided that you wanted the abode to have a garden. To be more specific, you wanted the other floating island (next to where the estates are located) to be full of flowers from all over Teyvat. It would be nice to sit in a field full of flowers from different regions, and why not start doing it now?

Plus, the men gave you this idea earlier in the morning and sent you out into the world to gather some seeds to plant these flowers in the abode. Now, what they didn’t tell you is that you can buy these seeds from Tubby. After purchasing the seeds of the flowers you’re looking for, you bid Flora goodbye before turning to leave the city. The next city you’re going to stop by is Liyue. When you’re about to leave the city of Mondstadt, Diluc, and Kaeya walk up to you.

“Oh, Diluc and Kaeya! What are you two doing here?” You ask, placing the small packet of flower seeds into your bag.

“We’re here to keep you company, if you don’t mind,” Kaeya says, smiling at you.

Your eyes light up. “Of course, I don’t mind! I’m about to leave for Liyue to buy flower seeds! I’m thinking glaze lilies, silk flowers, and violetgrass,” you said, pulling your small notepad out from your bag.

“Instead of silk flowers, why not go for Qingxin instead?” Diluc asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You purse your lips and sigh. “You know, I would do that, but I already placed my order for glaze lilies, silk flowers, and violetgrass,” you sulk.

Kaeya gives you a sympathetic smile before pulling you into his arms, stroking your hair, and pressing his lips on the top of your head. Diluc crosses his arms over his chest, looking unamused after seeing the display of affection between you and Kaeya. Kaeya smirks, and Diluc turns and walks off with you in his arms. Diluc rolls his eyes and follows the two of you, pulling you out of Kaeya’s arms.

While you, Diluc, and Kaeya are in Liyue, the men are scrambling around the abode, making sure things are going well and according to plan. So far, everything has been going smoothly. The flowers are arriving on time, and so are the decorations. Diluc and Kaeya are instructed to return to the estate while you’re in Sumeru, picking up the last order you have placed for Sumeru roses and Padisarahs. Their main goal is to keep you distracted and out of the abode until you have picked up every last order of the flower seeds from the four nations.

“You don’t think [Y/N] is going to return to the abode so soon, do you?” Venti asks Dainsleif nervously.

Dainsleif shakes his head. “I don’t think they are. If they were to return to the abode earlier than expected, then everything should be fine,” Dainsleif says.

“Exactly! Plus, things have been sailing smoothly, and arriving earlier than expected. It’s fine because we don’t know when [Y/N] will return to the abode with the flower seeds they have ordered from four different nations,” Aether says, fixing his shirt and smoothing out the creases.

“Was it necessary to have [Y/N] run around Teyvat to buy flower seeds when they can buy them from Tubby?” Heizou asks, pointing at the teapot spirit.

Cyno walks into the estate, holding a vase of Sumeru roses. “For today, yes. It’s necessary,” Cyno replies.

“What if they’re allergic to some of the flowers that are being brought into the estate?” Itto asks, poking the Sumeru rose when Cyno walks past him.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes and fixes the sleeve of his blazer. “They’re not from this world, Itto. I don’t think they would want to have a large garden if they were allergic to the flowers we’re bringing into the abode,” Al Haitham mutters.

“Nor would we send them out into Teyvat with Diluc and Kaeya to buy flower seeds,” Kaveh interjects, giving Itto a look.

Back on Teyvat, you, Diluc, and Kaeya step into Sumeru. You smell the fresh air and tuck the flower seeds into your bag. Sumeru is your last destination, and you can’t wait to go back to the abode and start planning how you want the garden to be arranged. You weren’t sure if you wanted to have a large dome for the separate island or let the flowers be fully exposed to the abode’s sunlight.

You walk to the flower shop in Sumeru with Diluc and Kaeya by your side, checking off the items on your list. You made sure to choose around two to three flowers from each nation. You’re mainly choosing the flowers the men have recommended for you to get. That includes an amakumo fruit, and you’re not entirely sure why they wanted you to pick the amakumo fruit, but you did, and that is probably the last time you visit Seirai island. Needless to say, you didn’t like the atmosphere of the island, nor did you like the sound of thunder booming in the sky while you were searching for the fruit.

While you’re waiting for the merchant to come out from behind the shop with your order, Diluc and Kaeya informed you that they have businesses to tend to and would meet you back at the abode. You watch the two men leave before looking at the list in your hand.

“I don’t think I’ll have enough seeds to fill the floating island with flowers,” you grumble, pulling the small packets of flower seeds. “Five packets for each flower is not going to cover the entire island,” you deadpan.

“[Y/N]? I have your order here! Five packets of Sumeru Rose seeds and Padisarahs, am I correct?” The merchant asks, emerging from behind the curtains and holding up your order.

He walks toward you with a clipboard in his other hand. You give the merchant a nod, now realizing that the number of packets you have isn’t enough. The merchant has you sign the paperwork to confirm that you stopped by the flower shop and picked up the order Tighnari has placed under your name.

After signing the paper, the merchant hands your order before giving you a small note on how to take care of the flowers. You put the packet of Sumeru rose and Padisarah seeds into your bag before walking out of the shop, reading over the note the merchant wrote. To be honest, you don’t think the instruction was necessary because Tighnari has informed you that he will be showing you how to care for the flowers.

“Back to the abode I go,” you said.

The abode is located in the small corner of Sumeru City, tucked away from the public eye. Only you and the men know where the teapot is placed. You yawn and stretch your arms. You stand in front of the teapot and let it whisk you home. Once you have entered the teapot, you walk to the estate and stop in your tracks almost immediately when you notice the entrance to the main estate is wide open.

“Did someone forget to close the door?” You mutter.

You adjust the straps of your bag on your shoulder and jog to the entrance. When you enter the estate and close the door behind you, you notice the interior of the estate is very pink and red. Flowers are lined up against the walls of the estate; balloons are tied to the railing, and party streamers are hung from the ceiling.

“What is the occasion?” You ask, turning to the formally dressed men in front of you. “Also,” you pull the packets of flower seeds from your bag, “these are not going to cover the entire area of the floating island next door,” you said.

“[Y/N], what’s important right now? The flower seeds, or us attempting to ask you to go out with us?” Thoma asks, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You stare at Thoma blankly and at the other men. Not only are they dressed nicely, but each man is holding flowers from their respective region. Some flowers you have never seen before, but they’re beautiful. Speaking of them dressing nicely, how come they look nice and you look like you’re going on a walk?

“Are you guys trying to ask me to be your significant other, or are you guys trying to ask me to be your Valentine?” You ask, taking your bag off and setting it down on the table near the entrance.

“Uh, both?” Baizhu says.

“What’s Valentine’s Day?” Scaramouche mutters, looking at Xiao quizzically.

Xiao shrugs his shoulders in response. How in the world is he supposed to know what Valentine’s Day is?

Childe steps to the front and pulls you toward him, your chest pressing against his chest. Childe caresses your face in his hands and smiles at you.

“Do you know how hard it is to flirt with you?” Childe asks.

You blink at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re intelligent, but you can be a little bit dense. I think the better term for it would be oblivious,” Albedo interjects, the corners of his lips curving up.

You hold your hand up in defense. “Listen, I have never had anyone flirt with me before. Whether in this world or my world, I never flirted with anyone, nor have they flirted with me. Even if they flirt with me, I wouldn’t know how to respond because, well, I….” you trail off.

Do you have to explain to the men that you have no game? You never had a boyfriend, you never flirted with anyone, no one has ever flirted with you, and you’ve never been out on a date before, so how in the world are you supposed to be able to notice it?

“Oh, trust me, many of us have tried to flirt with you. It would either go over your head, or one of us would ruin each other’s chances of asking you out,” Ayato chuckles.

“And some of us,” Tighnari looks over at Childe, “has made it blatantly obvious too.”

Dottore pushes Childe away from you, grabbing your hand and planting a kiss on your knuckles. “What do you say, [Y/N]? Will you be my Valentine?” Dottore asks, gazing at you through his mask.

“Your Valentine?! I’m sure [Y/N] would much rather be my Valentine and not yours,” Xiao huffs, glaring at the icy-blue-haired Harbinger.

You puckered your lips, your eyebrows narrow, and you gestured to them. “I have to pick between all of you?” You ask.

“That is correct. Unless you have another thing in mind?” Zhongli raises his eyebrows at you.

“What if…. I reject all of you?” You ask jokingly.

Gorou looks at you nervously. “Please don’t. I don’t think my heart will be able to handle it,” Gorou whispers, clutching his chest.

“Well, if I can’t choose all of you, then I might as well reject all of you,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kazuha raises his eyebrows at you, and a small smirk appears. “You want all of us?” Kazuha asks.

You press your lips into a thin line and nod. “That’s correct. I mean, we all live in the abode together. I either take all of you for myself or none of you,” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “I know what I want, but do you know what you want?” You ask.

“Yes, we know what we want, and it’s certainly not each other,” Capitano says, earning a snort from you.

Pantalone pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Is this going to be another failed attempt of asking [Y/N] to be ours?” Pantalone murmurs to Pierro.

“Archons, I hope not,” Pierro sighs.

You shrug and look around the estate. “It won’t be a failed attempt if I get to choose all of you,” you said nonchalantly.

Heizou clasps his hands. “How about this: you will be our Valentine, and we’ll be your Valentine. None of us,” Heizou gestures to him and the other men around him, “will be a couple of any sort with each other. We date you, and you date us. We have no interest in each other. We’re only interested in you.”

You squint your eyes. “Okay, that doesn’t sound bad. But what about the jealousy? I know some of you can get jealous and possessive,” you said, giving certain men in the room a side-eye.

Dainsleif sighs. “We’ll get used to sharing you, eventually,” Dainsleif says.

“So? Will you be our Valentine? More importantly: will you be ours?” Thoma asks nervously.

“Did you hear a no?” You smile at them.

“We didn’t hear a yes,” Childe scrunches his nose at you.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yes, I’ll be all of your Valentines. And yes, I gladly accept being your partner,” you said.

Did that make sense? You scratch your head.

“Oh, thank archons, this isn’t one of the many failed attempts,” Aether sighs in relief, tackling you into a hug.

Tighnari bats at Aether. “Hey, move it. I want to give [Y/N] a hug, too,” Tighnari’s ears twitch with irritation.

Cyno pushes Tighnari to the side. “Then get in the back of the line and don’t cut,” Cyno retorts.

Al Haitham snorts. “How juvenile,” he mutters, gazing at Tighnari and Cyno with an amused look on his face.

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I'm so in love with the way you write!! Especially bully!Eddie, he makes me feel all gooey inside<3 can't wait to see what you write next, pretty 🥰✨

hehehe!!! take this!!! (yes i am using this as an opportunity to be self-indulgent AND festive even tho i finished this a little late LOL <3)

(cws: bully!dad!eddie, f!mom!angelface, christmas festivities, gift-giving, teasing, mentions of postpartum healing and a past of poverty living, set 5 years post-babytrapping, fluff.)

If you thought Eddie wasn't gonna bother getting gifts for your children before he became a father, you would be beyond wrong. He's always been mean, always been rough, but ever since that first Christmas you spent together as a family, he's been the biggest softie you've ever seen for his babies.

Your first one, Elliott, is getting bigger by the day--he's five and still as much of an angel as the day he was born, dark curls exploding all over his head and freckles dusting his nose. Lorien, who just turned four, is a clumsy little guy with his father's eyes and your soft, demure smile. And Trinity is still a bit too small to show much personality yet, but she's giggly and a good sleeper and quite happy for a two-month-old in a chaotic house full of boys. They all get spoiled, but not rotten, lucky for you. Eddie can at least be strict at times and you don't fold easily to those glimmery little eyes when the boys are begging for something they want. But that definitely changes at Christmas, when your husband plays the role of Santa so well you might as well slap a fake beard on his chin and give him a suit to go with his sack of goodies.

However, that same gesture hasn't exactly extended to you. It's not one-sided--you don't really get him much, either--but Eddie's gifts to you in the last five years have been pretty scarce. Your birthday is always a different story and so is his, but with having at least one child each year and that number growing over time, as well as struggling to pay bills and keep the roof over your heads on a single income, presents haven't ever really been a spectacle between you two. Usually it's some chocolate if he can afford it, or simply a kiss and the promise of a date during those couple years where you could barely avoid food, those awful times when you literally scrounged for whatever pennies you could save just to get your children something to open on Christmas morning. All the while watching and feeling a sense of relief at their excitement, all while yours and Eddie's stomachs rumbled with hunger but your boys sat full and satisfied.

But those days of struggling are over, at least for the foreseeable future. This year Eddie's taken over a considerable chunk of the garage as a partner and started doing detail work on the side, and with the success of that as well as the band picking up more and more gigs, you've watched those fears of not being able to provide for your children slowly vanish in your rearview. You even have a job yourself, part-time at the general store where you can chat away with Joyce and have a little time and money to yourself. This is the first year you're actually spending the holidays in a house instead of the trailer, one that you scouted out and Eddie bought, and with all those changes under your belts, you've managed to carve out quite the life for yourself and your little family.

And Eddie's changing, too. You'll never be proud of what you did, you're sure you'll never not feel a little sick at the memory of sabotaging his contraceptives all those years ago. But you've grown and so has Eddie--he's still gruff, and can be a little prickly around the edges when he's in a mood, but your opinion of him definitely changed when you watched him become a parent. And not in the literal sense, just at Elliott's birth. You've watched him become gentle and sweet and learn how to manage himself, you've seen him apply those behaviors to you and you've even gotten some good moments out of him--an apology, for one, and a promise as well.

"I'm never gonna be perfect, I know. But I'll...I'll be the kinda guy a girl like you deserves. I'll be good to you. And....fuck, I mean, I'll try and make it up to you for all that stupid shit. I'll just....I'll find a way, okay? I'll find a way."

That way had been a ring and another baby, the latter of the two being pure coincidence, but he really is making an effort. That much is obvious in the littlest things, like how he waved you off to bed and told you he'd take care of the baby tonight, doing all the feeding and burping and changing and soothing that would usually be shared between the two of you. His only excuse had been that it was Christmas Eve, and he expected a damn good breakfast in the morning for all that last-minute grocery shopping he'd had to do for you the day before. But even as he served you all that indignation and sass, he had cradled your baby girl in his arms as he gave you a kiss, and quietly smiled down at her as he cooed a little lullaby and you snuggled up in your bed to sleep.

"Mommy! It's Christmas, mommy! Wake up!"

When you're finally shaken awake by your boys at eight am sharp, you almost aren't sure where you are, or what day it is--you've been so exhausted taking care of your newborn that you've forgotten what a good night's sleep is. They hop around cheering and grabbing at you to get you up, only calming down enough to lean in for kisses when you bid them a good morning. When you're eventually dragged out of bed by those two excitable little gremlins and stumble half-awake through the hallway, you nearly bump right into your husband as he's carrying your daughter back to her bassinette.

"Mmh....Eds, did you sleep?"

"A little." Somehow, he's grinning, despite it being so early and him sporting bags under his tired eyes. You hadn't been woken up once that you can remember, not even to breastfeed, which would mean that Eddie had been up with Trin for pretty much the whole night in the nursery. Not unusual, but....well, sometimes you forget he can be pretty thoughtful when he feels like it. With a kiss placed on your daughter's head, and another sleepily pressed to Eddie's lips, you rub your eyes and let your sons take each hand to pull you down the steps to go see what Santa left you all. And, as per usual, only half-listening to their father's nagging to slow it down, so you don't go flying!

Fortunately, by the time you're down the stairs and Eddie's on your heels, you've blinked away snough of the sleep that you can stretch and yawn and shake off the tiredness that had kept you so soft and warm in bed. You let the boys take the lead as they hurry into the living room, and when you turn the corner to join them, you're met with quite the unexpected surprise. One that leaves you so pleasantly shocked that even Eddie can't smother his low, soft laughter as he comes up behind you for a kiss to your ear.

Waiting for your boys at the base of the tree are the gifts you and Eddie had wrapped and placed there, making sure to do so later in the night to give your boys a proper taste of that innocent belief in Santa Claus. But Eddie's ploy of staying up with the baby evidently wasn't all for the reasons he had supposed--you can see now that the stockings you had put up over the back of the couch, purely just for decoration, have been stuffed full to bursting with sweets and little toys and trinkets. You've got three of them, one for each child with their names stitched in by Eddie's careful hands, but there's another one that wasn't there last night. Smaller, cuter, but still with a few goodies inside that look like your favourite chocolates peeking out the top and some fuzzy socks. When you turn to look at him, he doesn't even pretend he wasn't looking, although he swerves around you and does pretend to be occupied with soothing your still-sleeping baby.

"Looks like Santa got a lot of work done, huh, boys?" You call out to them while not breaking your locked stare with your husband, arms crossing over your chest as you exchange a few looks that don't feel as innocent as they once were. Eddie winks in that confident way that stirs a heat up in your belly, before he turns and moves to lay your daughter down in the little handmade cradle by the wall that he's left out since the boys were small enough to sleep in it.

"Uh huh! Mama, look! Santa gave you presents!" Lorien calls right back to you, plopped down right next to his brother as they wait on the rug by the tree, practically vibrating with excitement. You quirk an eyebrow, but Eddie hustles over and distracts them by starting up the train of gift-unwrapping, handing each of them their first present with a warm sort of smile that doesn't come around all that often. With their interests piqued and their excited squeals coming out as they tear through the colourful paper, you pull the crib over a few feet to include your little girl in the festivities and take a seat on the couch. You're definitely still on the mend from Trinity's birth, and you don't mind rocking the little wooden cradle as you watch your children laugh and thank mommy, daddy, and Santa for their new toys.

They're such sweet kids, and you don't feel like you're that amazing of a person, so it's really quite the phenomenon that they've turned out to be such respectful and kind little boys. Elliott is so gentle in helping his little brother open the harder to unwrap presents, and they both hold each side of the gifts they got for you and for Eddie as they place them in your laps, giggling and squirming when they get a hail of kisses on their faces as thanks for the little drawings and handmade necklaces. But after most of the pile has diminished, and your sons are thoroughly wiped out from the excitement and looking forward to breakfast, Eddie tilts his head and gestures towards the kitchen.

"Go get a snack, and watch your cartoons in the den until breakfast. Help your brother open his, El."

"Okay, daddy!" With one of their new toys in hand and one last tight, gripping hug on each side for their beloved father, Elliott grabs Lorien's little hand and leads him towards the kitchen, both sets of adult ears tuning in to hear the sounds of them bustling around before they get to the right cupboard, and hustle into the playroom in a fit of giggles to catch their favourite cartoons. Then, and only then, does Eddie drag out those presents that had been hiding around the back of the tree, and drops them carefully in front of you until there's at least six or seven boxes by your feet. It isn't until you pick one up and read the tag on it that you realize it's addressed to you, and with a nervous bite to your lip you look back at your husband without much to say. Is it a prank? He encourages you to open them, and when you pull one of those mid-sized boxes towards you and gingerly lift the top off, you blink away the surprise of seeing a few nice, soft sweaters lying inside. All three are somewhat similar to cashmere if not the real thing, they're in your size, they're in colours you like....but he brushes off your awed thank-yous and just puts another gift in your lap, waiting anxiously for you to open it and find the hair clips and little makeup set inside that you'd been wanting.

"Eddie....really, you didn't have to get me anything. You didn't have to get me this much."

"Oh, shut your mouth, you little goody-goody. Take the damn gifts." He shakes off your gratitude like a wet dog, and shoves the next present into your hands before you can even fawn over the one you've already got. Yet, despite coming off as aggressive as he can be, he's got that smug smirk crawling its way across his lips whenever you seem shocked or excited at what he had bought you. But when the hail of presents is done with, and Christmas morning has officially wrapped up, you feel a sense of guilt as you thumb through the books and the tapes he had got you for the new cassette player you have. While you've definitely gone without any gift exchanging in other years, you did get him some new work gloves and a pic case with the Metallica logo on it this time, but it doesn't seem like it's enough. And he can tell by the way you meekly apologize for your pathetic gift-giving, although he doesn't scoff or poke fun at you like he usually would. He just....looks down at his hands, and fiddles with the string on his plaid sleep pants before he answers you.

"You gave me three kids, and a life, and....and a reason to live. You didn't need to get me anything, and you shouldn't have, cause...." He trails off, and you sit there slack-jawed in awe of what you're hearing, wondering if that's really what you're hearing, because it's so rare for Eddie to be touchy-feely when he's also being lucid about his own behavior. You know he knows how he acts is cruel at times, which is why he's really toned down since you first got pregnant and when you had the boys and Trinity. I'm not gonna be like my father. That's what he had said, and he's kept his word since then. Even so, he slips up at times, but you never would've thought that even with all the progress he's made, he'd do something like this completely out of the blue. Eddie smiles at some thought he's got in his head, and reaches over to clasp his warm, rough hand over yours, and you turn your wrist so you can hold it back and lace your fingers together as your palms touch. "Sometimes, I only got up in the mornings because I knew I'd get to see you. I'd get to bully that dumb smile off your face and make you cry, and I'd feel something."

Maybe it's something in the air, but you feel the courage well up inside you to bring your entwined hands up to your face, and kiss each one of his knuckles so tenderly. Usually that would serve as an oportunity for Eddie to flick your nose or jab at you for being a cheesy, mushy crybaby, but shockingly again he says nothing and just....smiles again. It feels normal. Maybe he's been doing it more recently, and you just haven't noticed.

"Now I got people that depend on me, I....I got people who care whether I live or die. I can work hard day after day, and know that the ones I love will get something out of it. I'm someone's fucking dad. That's crazy." Just as the words come out of his mouth, you hear the squeals and laughter of your boys in the other room, along with the soft gurgling of your precious little girl as she starts waking up. He really isn't wrong, he works incredibly hard to provide and even when he grumbles and complains as he pulls himself out of bed to cover someone's no-show shift, he still comes home with a tired smile to welcome his boys into a hug and waltzes in to kiss you hello. He teases you to no end but he still holds you when you're in pain, he takes your complaints and worries so seriously and never misses a chance to bring you to the clinic or pick up your medicines if that's what you need. And even after twelve, thirteen, or fourteen hour shifts where everything's gone wrong and he just wants to pass out for the whole evening, you still stir awake to get a bleary-eyed look at his bare back as he stands over Trinity's bassinette, soothing and bottle-feeding her late into the night so you won't have to get up.

"You're an amazing father, Eddie." You lean into him, a kiss pressed to his jaw as you hold his hand so closely to your chest, and even with your head resting on his shoulder and his breath hitching when yours puffs against his skin, he still rumbles out a soft bit of mockery to fill the empty space between.

"Shut up. Fucking softie.....I love you."

"I love you too." You kiss his chin this time, and he takes the hint to tilt his head down and capture your lips when you go in for another. He's chapped and warm, he smells of milk and a bit of menthol along with his cologne, and it's the strangest combination but it so encompasses Eddie as he is now. He's the kind of father that would get his children McDonald's and watch them eat with a smile as his stomach rumbled, and he's the kind of husband that would agree to share your meal just to take the most unintrusive bite of your burger and tell you he's full. And he's the type of man that, if you ever fell back on those hard times again, would do it all over and more if it meant making sure that his wife and children were taken care of. And still he asks for nothing, but you know by the way he had stared down at the drawings and that pic case and traced the insignia that he'll treasure those moments forever--he'll always know that he's loved, and that his sacrifices will always mean something to your family, especially when your kids grow up and find those same values within themselves. Hopefully, with your influence included, without any of those feelings of abandonment or turmoil that Eddie's still working at undoing with you as you both grow older.

As you sit there together, cuddling and holding one another with plentiful thumps of your hearts, you squeeze his arm so tight and let him feel how much love tightens around it in a hug. He looks so peaceful, and you just have to take the chance to teasingly throw his favourite words right back at him as he looks so solemn and lost in thought. "You gonna cry, you little baby?"

"Fuck you," He spits back immediately with a grin, turning to look down on you and following it up with an especially passionate kiss. If it weren't for your kids being in the other room, and for Trinity starting to stir in the crib as she yawns, it probably wouldn't have stopped there. But for now it does, and Eddie helps you to your feet as you hug him close one last time before moving to welcome your little girl into your arms, and see what she's feeling like so you can hopefully omit some oncoming discomfort. Clingy as ever, Eddie snakes his arms around you from behind one last time as you hold her, kissing your cheek over your shoulder and gently bopping Trin's little Munson nose before he whispers his plans for breakfast in your ear, and slips away to duck into the kitchen.

"Boys! Breakfast in ten! Bacon, yes or no?"

"Yes!" The two of them shout back to their father from the playroom, and you chuckle to yourself as he pretends to mishear them just to elicit a playful reaction, as they frantically correct their daddy while you spend a little time tending to your newborn. Thankfully she doesn't seem too hungry yet, just a little restless, so you lay her back down in the crib and make a mental note to remind Eddie to bring the whole thing over to the table so you can all eat as a family. For now, though, you find yourself meandering back through the archway to find your husband at the stove, several pans already laid out and a carton of eggs open as he's in the midst of cracking a few and humming. You recognize the tune, One Night in the City, and you find yourself joining in with a softer voice as you come up from behind, and wrap your arms around him to lovingly rub his belly the way he likes. It's kinda sweet how surprised he always is to find that you've remembered things like that about him, and as always, he has to brush it off with a few words so he doesn't have to acknowledge how special it makes him feel.

"You love me, huh? That's embarrassing." Even so, he grazes the hand you've got on his stomach with his own, smiling silently to himself as he cracks another egg into the pan with a sssh as the whites hit the hot steel.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #bully!eddie munson #eddie's angelface #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #willowsgrl #anons

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markliving · 3 months

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Be the poet and i will be your soldier

pairing: quackity x f!reader (lawyer!quackity x lawyer!reader)

warnings: lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of quackity real name, this history don't pass in our reality, english is not my firts language.

synopse: you thought you hated Alex. And Alex thought he hated you. What none of you knew was that a particularly difficult case, and some unexpected events during the case, would leave you both living under the same roof and with some unknown feelings being revealed.

word count: 970

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1. a chilling start

You looked intently at the white roof from the guest room in Alexis' house. The ticking of the clock was the only sound that could divert your mind from the latest events in your life, which, at first, were going from bad to worse.

You couldn't tell your family and friends anything outside of work. You thought they would worry more than they should, but most of the time they were right, and in your opinion, it wasn't necessary because it was close to being over.

Not only that, but you needed to close your eyes and sleep urgently, after all, tomorrow was the last day of your stay at Alex's house, and also the last trial of the case. Yet, why did your heart seem to break every time you thought about leaving him? It scared you to think that you would never again be able to look into his eyes and see that they didn't reflect hate, but rather adoration. He was your biggest enemy, so why these strange feelings?

You could hear him mumbling around the apartment, probably trying to find the case papers he left scattered around the house last night while you guys talked about them. And now that your brain was alerted by the noises outside the room, you wanted more and more to disappear from the universe, not exist and let everything disappear. How would you face him the next morning without feeling embarrassed and saying that you remembered the revealing conversation you two had while you were drunk, and that, in fact, it was actually all a farce?

And then you remembered that it was all the fault of Chris, your boss, and, also, future cupid.

All this whole problem starts when Chris puts you and Alex on the same case, even knowing that you don't like each other and having heard that you two have had problems since the beginning of college. His wife, who had already seen some of the disagreements between the two of you, said it was just a misunderstanding of feelings that neither of you could bear and even proposed that he do something to help other people in the office have some kind of peace. So, when he received the papers from the Miller brothers, he knew this was the perfect time to bring the two of you together and maybe get the two of you to come to a peace agreement.

"Sir, with all respect, but what kind of joke is that?", you asked Chris as soon as you heard him say about the case that you two would have to work together, anxiously pressing your nails into your palm, leaving a few marks.

“You heard right, miss. I believe that the two of you can do a good defense job together, so the two of you will work together”, he responded, while pushing a blue folder, which contained the various papers with information about the case, on the table further ahead.

Alex looked at you, analyzing your face, trying to find some trace of something that wasn't anger or something like that, but he was caught by your gaze, making him look away and look forward again with a bit of shame. So he took the blue folder, pressed it firmly, and spoke.

“Sir, I think just one of us can do this job alone, after all, you said that in the beginning…”, Alex made a pause before starting speaking again. “But, even though I'm against this idea, I accept working with her in this case”.

You laughed sarcastically at his words. You thought it was funny how he sounded when he said it, and you even considered saying it back, but Chris was starting to get impatient, and you chose to accept that idea, leaving the room shortly after with strong steps.

“Please try not to kill each other”, the boss asked Alex, who was still in the room, and received a nod of confirmation from him, who also immediately left the room.

After that day, the two of you began studying the case in silence during office hours. Your coworkers were afraid that at any moment the two time bombs, Alex and you, could go off and cause a huge mess during the time you spent together. And finally, on a busy day for both of you, before a meeting with the client in the case, John Miller, whom you were both defending, the confusion that was feared at the time began.

And of course, the two of you would have different ideas, everyone expected that, but you both had strong geniuses, and anything different was a reason for discussion. A few minutes before starting the meeting, it seemed that Hurricane Katrina had passed and Chris had to intervene, giving the two of you a huge scolding for your childishness and informality, and you both still seemed to have fire in your eyes even after all the confusion.

As soon as John Miller entered the room, the two of you returned to focus on the case and began the meeting with the client. What you didn't expect was that this was the beginning of a bigger nightmare, and that the little fight between you wasn't the biggest one of all.

After the first trial, which, to be honest, didn't result in any progress in the story, the brothers didn't want to collaborate. The witnesses questioned did not say anything that you had not been informed about, which caused a huge headache when it came to studying other means that could be used in the defense. However, a few days later, something that alarmed everyone involved, not only in the case, but also the other lawyers in the office, located in the place where you lived, warned them that everything was more dangerous than they imagined.

a/n: hello hello! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I promise to update this week with another chapter and another, probably, with gojo.

#quackity x reader #quackity #female reader #quackity series #quackity fluff #enemies to lovers #some angst #quackity x you #quackity au

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wifey-ohara · 8 months

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I'll fill the silence for you

Sick hobie& younger sibling! Reader

So in my hobie hcs i said that we took care of him after the spider bite soo i just wanted to write it out, because nothing else was moving along, hope you enjoy this little drabble

Notes: platonic, Siblings love, comforting hobie, painful spider bite, reader can sing, lyrics and verses from don't speak by no doubt because ive been listening to it none stop, proof read by my friend angel(thx love), probably gonna add to it

@randomaddict1 asked if i have more hobie and sib reader and the answer is, always

"and if it's real i don't want to know~"

And you sang along what songs you remember..

It was 5 am in the morning, and the sun started to shine in you and your older brother's little speace you called your home, unfortunately, you haven't had a blink of sleep that night.

Not that the timing was unfamiliar to you, you two were all too happy with staying up late and even skipping a whole night sleep before going to living your lives, doing your jobs as if you rested the night before, spending those sleepless nights partying, hosting concerts, singing and having fun, or just on some roof you two climbed, staring at the stars, talking about life, the future, your plans, or running in the rain, playing as if you were children again.

But tonight,your voice echoing around the quiet place, arms creating random shapes in his arm, the other on his back, repeating a mindless tapping motion on it, you were doing everything in your power to keep yourself awake.

You haven't dared to stop holding him and singing ever since you almost fell asleep after him and he started whispering in pain and kicking slightly two hours ago.

You don't think you'll ever forget the image of him on the floor, back arched forward, chin to his chest, jaw so tight you're suprised his teeth are still intact, eyes sealed shut yet cheeks wet from sweat and tears, loud grunts of pain escaping him.

You ran to his side, looking for any gunshot wounds, stab openings, any proof of the intruder that your dagger was drawn out for, yet none were apparent, actually, he seemed perfectly fine.

"it was a spider!" he yelled, gasping before he drew his lips shut again.

You're still confused about it, but you held him through it all, whispered in his ear comforting words, rocked him back and forth, let him squeeze your hand, encouraged him to scream it out, until he tired of it and began to take deeper breaths, eyelids fluttering shut, snuggling to your shoulder.

"sing f'me... Please" he sobbed "of course" you replied.

And thats how you two ended up like this, his head on your shoulder, both arms around you, finding safety in your touch and yet protecting you at the same time

He woke up to your humming, feeling your hands hanging by his shoulders, as your head was dropped back on the couch.

It was soothing, never failing to ground him and put him at ease, and now, it makes the needles running under his skin somewhat softer, and the heaveiness of his head lighter.

"don't tell me because it hurts" he said matching your humming, lifting his head off your shoulder to take a look at you.

And any soothing feelings he had when he woke up disappeared into thin air.

You lifted your head as well, smiling at him, Your eyes were red and puffed out, covered in sweat and tears.

"don't speak, i know just what you're sayin' " you replied, voice raspy and it sounded like it hurts you to talk.

"trouble what the hell is this, why you lokin' like that?" he asked still tired and sick but he has other matters to take care of, like knowing why his sibling looks like they walked through hell and back.

And then he remembered.

"little one, did you sleep?" he asked, voice softer this time.

"i couldn't.." you said, and he frowned at you.

"Comeon then" he was still sick and every not fit to change positions with you in his arms but he did anyway, ignoring the sharp soreness the consumed him whole,and the wave of dizziness that came with it ,turning to the side so he could put you on top of him, feeling that urge to throw up fading a bit to the back of his throat.

He reached up and started playing with your hair, messaging your scalp gently, already scolding himself for letting stay up watch over him all night and halfway through the day, planning on calling whoever you had scheduled a job with today and tomorrow and tell them that you won't be there.

It took him awhile to go back to sleep but he did, eventually.

#hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #Hobie x reader platonic #platonic #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #spiderman atsv

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jtl-fics · 10 months

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Pfft that old lovers au is hilarious. I love time travel for andreil bc they seriously deserve to get more time with each other and to have the automatic leg up against the mafia that future knowledge is. And imagine everyone watching old-married-couple!andreil is a delight. Like this isn’t a normal on-and-off again, these two are so clearly meant for each other it’s disturbing. Do the Foxes try to “help”? Nicky definitely does, he’s thrilled at how much happier Andrew clearly is with Neil around. I bet Aaron sees the same thing but lands on the other side of “This guy is why Andrew was the way he was after juvie and now he’s back” Like clearly Josten broke his brother’s heart! And now he’s fucking around with Andrew again! This is serious, Nicky! Aaron’s just as protective of Andrew as Andrew is of him, he’s just shown it very rarely. It’s odd to see Aaron respond to Neil the way Andrew responds to Katelyn but the Foxes mostly go “oh now we see the twin thing”

Honestly them passing away so old and waking back up in their teens? I could see a moment where they're alone up on the roof and Andrew's been irritable due to a combination of coming off his meds and he hasn't been able to sleep properly because of the whole 'WHERE'S NEIL' subconscious panic when he tries to sleep alone. (they really didn't DO time apart. It's been over 20 years since the last time Neil and Andrew weren't sleeping in the same bed / right next to one another while the other slept (time in hospital due to health, injury, etc.) Maybe Andrew said something about being tired of Neil when they were doing their whole bit. Andre regrets it because Neil looked actually hurt.

Neil comes up and is quiet and sits a good 2 feet further away from Andrew than what Andrew wants. Which is to say he sits 2 feet away. Neil won't look at him, "Y'know...we were together for 70 years...if...if you want you could-"

Andrew doesn't even let him finish putting such an awful thought. "No." And that's all Andrew says because it's all he needs to say. Neil scoots closer by three feet and Andrew wraps his arms around him as Neil sits in his lap.

"Ok, good, I was going to call you a cradle robber." Neil jokes and Andrew flicks his ear.

The Foxes ABSOLUTELY try to help. Aaron is under the impression that Neil broke his brother's heart and is spitting mad about it until one of their 'fights' makes him realize that maybe his brother left Neil behind?

"You left first!" Neil argues and Andrew blinks, "I woke up and you were...you were gone. I followed you as soon as I could but you left first." Neil says voice shaking.

Andrew is by Neil's side in an instant, "We were supposed to go together." He says.

"I know, I know you didn't mean to but...I felt awful in that moment. You were gone." Neil says.

They all think it's about Juvie and that Andrew left without telling Neil but really Andrew just passed away a few hours before Neil did and Neil woke up just long enough to realize Andrew had passed. It was only a few hours but Neil lived in a world with no Andrew Minyard and it was terrible.

Andrew apologizes and maybe that's when the two of them just continue to pay lip service to their dispute but everything they do is very much 'old married couple' They went ANTIQUING for fucks sake. (They take Kevin as an enrichment opportunity because he loves talking about the history and Andrew and Neil are dying at how the Columbia house is decorated because it is VERY 3 college boys own this place)

Andrew absolutely revises his deal with Aaron and Aaron is just like "OMG he was just fucking heart broken and that's why he was making my life miserable. >:( WHY'D YOU LEAVE HIM MR. I DON'T DO REGRETS. CHRIST."

Nicky keeps trying to find a way to 'assist' in the beautiful baby gay romance but like...it's Andreil who have been together for like 70 years? They're so good at being together to the point that Nicky is calling up Erik like "Why don't WE have a breakfast in bed rotation?! Neil and Andrew bring one another breakfast in bed every weekend!" and Erik is just like "My love, you are in the US and I am in Germany." Nicky utterly serious, "How are we less cute and gay than my REPRESSED cousin? I'm about to SPIRAL."

If I can push my Neil and Aaron friendship agenda (and I will) but once they get past the whole "You broke my brother's heart and that resulted in him being a dick to ME." thing?

They have actually a great friendship.

Neil is the only one who both gets why Aaron loved his mom even though she was abusive but can also talk to him about that abuse in a way that has Aaron actually processing it properly. (Born from Aaron and Neil's long road to friendship in the original timeline and Neil's own eventual understanding of what his own mom had done to him.)

Also I mentioned this with @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm but Andrew did move away from knives in his latter years but Neil bought him a sword cane for his birthday and he fucking LOVED it and now he's like back in a knife ready body but like Sword Cane.....mmmm..

#Old Flames AU #AFTG #Andreil #AFTG AU #Hurt myself a bit on some of this #I am a Neil & Aaron bromance stan until I fucking DIE #Exy-Shmexy told me the term Neon #Which I love #Also our chat about the Neon bromance makes me super happy

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theonewithval · 2 months

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The day when tiva shippers won: an unneeded and unrequested reaction chronicle by theonewithval

February 28, 2024.

I'm about to have dinner, when I start seeing THINGS on my tl on twitter. Apparently the big bomb is about to drop. I've been on the edge of my seat for more than a week now, IS IT ACTUALLY HAPPENING TODAY?

TICK.

I can't. My heart is pounding. My mom keeps talking about a million other things and I just can't focus, I can't even understand what she's saying. I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Everybody on twitter is having the same reaction, I'm not the only one whose anxiety is over the roof. It's something that is going to change my life, of that I'm certain. I need to get whatever they're planning to tell us NOW.

My mom calls me: dinner is ready. What if something happens while I'm eating and I miss it? I'm feeling so nervous, my legs are shaking and I feel weak, and I don't know whether it's because I'm hungry and need to eat, or because of the thought of the big news I might get today.

I finish eating, I pick up my phone, immediately checking twitter, again.

TICK.

WAIT WHAT IS THIS TICK TICK BOOM THING? I'M LOSING MY MIND. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER. I FEEL LIKE TONY DINOZZO WHEN HE GETS OUT THE CAR IN JUDGEMENT DAY AND YELLS. YES I'M ABOUT TO YELL.

My mind starts racing: what if something happens when I'm sleeping and I'm not here to see it? I WOULD MISS THE CHAOS. NOPE. NOT A CHANCE. I CAN'T SLEEP LIKE THIS. I hop into bed, switch my tv on. I need to get my mind off this or I think I'm gonna pass out. Seriously. Italia's got talent is on tv, I'm gonna watch that.

*checks her phone and twitter every two minutes*

What if they drop the bomb at 9est? My god, I can't live like this. THIS HAS TO HAPPEN NOW. I CAN'T SLEEP WITH THAT THOUGHT IN MY MIND. IT WOULD BE 3AM HERE, AND NOW IT'S 10PM.

I text @sweetsouldhavernas: I need support. At this point, it can either be any minute now or in a couple of hours. We kinda start losing hope, maybe we're going to have to wait more, BUT WE CAN'T ANYMORE.

*prays and cries in italian*

I switch my tv off, at this point I'm not even paying attention to it. People on twitter have completely gone crazy, posting old tiva pics, hoping for a miracle. I furiously refresh my tl every two seconds. Yes, literally. And then...

BOOM.

THE BOMB DROPS. THE MIRACLE HAPPENS. A tvline article on my tl, with a pic of Tony and Ziva stuck in the elevator, at the end of season 9. I THOUGHT THE EARTH MOVED. YES, EVERYTHING IS MOVING, SPINNING AROUND ME. MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST I CAN'T CONTROL IT. MY HANDS AND MY LEGS ARE SHAKING. THANK GOD I'M IN BED OR I WOULD FALL ON THE GROUND. TONY AND ZIVA. TOGETHER. IN A SPIN OFF. THE BIGGEST THING I EXPECTED WAS A CAMEO, BOTH OF THEM IN THE ORIGINAL SERIES. LIKE ARE WE SERIOUSLY GETTING THEM, FOR TEN EPISODES, BEING A COUPLE, BEING A FAMILY, RAISING THEIR DAUGHTER, LOVING EACH OTHER? INSANE, JUST INSANE.

*starts typing nonsense*

*completely loses control of her hands, uncontrollably shaking, not being able to type properly*

*rants in italian*

I feel like we won the world cup. We did it, my friends, we did it tiva nation. And it feels so freaking amazing. I keep watching us slowly finding out what the future holds for us, and we have never won like this. It's so incredible, I can't believe it. Time passes and I don't even realize it's 1am here, I won't be able to sleep, I've got a headache but I don't care, it's been so worth it.

Jokes aside, it's been a lot to process and I think I haven't 100% realized what happened, still feels like a fever dream, but what I can say is that this has literally been one of the most important moments in a fandom, one of the happiest. I've been in this fandom since 2012, twelve years and still counting. I want to hug 17 years old me and tell her it's gonna be okay, that we're gonna have them back, that she's still gonna scream and lose her mind because of them. This girl was 17 when she first saw them in under covers, her first episode ever and fell in love with them. This girl back in 2013 thought they were never going to see each other again, that she lost her most important ship ever. This girl, when family first aired, spent the whole morning after the episode aired, crying in bed for one of her favorite fictional characters ever, because not only she lost her, Ziva, but she lost her ship again, one more time, this time in such a terrible way. They had a child, yes, but they didn't have the chance to be together and I was furious. It was a sensitive subject, every time the reruns aired on my tv every year and I missed so much it hurt. But then, in 2019, we found out there was still hope after all. Ziva was still alive. She reunited with Tony in 2020, with their little girl, finally free to love and to be loved. And now we're here? About to witness them being a couple, a family, raising their daughter, bantering like an old married couple, flirting, working together, getting what everybody of us has always wished for, but thought it was too big of a thing?

If this is a dream, then don't wake me up. It's gonna be amazing, I know that, for sure.

#Just had to write this somewhere #I know this is nonsense I don't expect people to read this #I'm gonna come back here and read this every time I want to remember this ICONIC day #Always in our hearts #Don't mind my awful english #tiva #Tiva spin off!!!#WE WON #ziva david #tony dinozzo

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gothamcity-official · 6 months

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FAQ

Q: How many mods run this account?

A: There are three of us, although we have been told by our supervisors that Oracle can and will send alerts through us. To talk to us, say one of our names, “Maxi”, “Samuel”, or “Rusty”, if you want to talk to one of us specifically, or “Mods” or “the Mods” if you don't care who answers.

Q: Do any of you have specialties?

A: Rusty knows the most about the vigilantes and their histories. Samuel supposedly knows the most about the rogues, although he's never had to prove this. Maxi proofreads most posts and knows the most about mundane aspects of living in this city.

FAQ continued under the cut (OOC information at the bottom)

Q: Mod pronouns?

A: Mod Maxi uses she/her, Mod Samuel uses he/him, and Mod Rusty is genderfluid and won't care.

Q: Do we report villain or vigilante sightings to you?

A: You can, but you should probably send them to BatWatch or a crisis line. Since there are only three of us, we aren't on 24/7 like the crisis lines.

Q: Do I report it if I saw Batman and Catwoman making out on the roof?

A: We've seen that, everyone has seen that, please stop sending us pictures.

Q: Do I report it if I see heroes or vigilantes that do not live in Gotham?

A: Like BatWatch but unlike the crisis lines, we have filters for out of towners.

Q: Red Hood is a crime lord, not a vigilante, stop reporting on him.

A: Die mad about it. (Edit: Maxi and our supervisors said we can't say that.)

Q: Why do you talk about Wayne Enterprises so much?

A: They have so many events that you should try doing things in this city without running into something done by them.

OOC Information

Mod Maxi, Mod Samuel, and Mod Rusty in respective order

This blog is run by one person! If you want to talk to me specifically, talk to me in an ask by calling me “Ali”, “Mod”, or “OP” (my pronouns are she/they)

If you want to get in touch about things not pertaining to this blog, my main is @nookisms

All links on posts will be relevant to the content that's in the posts.

If you send an ask, it will either be answered as soon as I see it or scheduled for a day or two into the future.

You may notice (in the future) that I have posted about the same events multiple times. Since I'm running this like an official city account, I would think they would have monthly or annual reminders for their citizens. I don’t know if they do this irl.

Most neighborhood names are taken off several maps I could find of Gotham, but sometimes you just gotta ignore if things are canon and go with what feels right.

Will there be canon events? Everything is canon somewhere.

This blog's intended ambiance was inspired by Welcome to Night Vale, which is a normal podcast to Gothamites.

#only in gotham #only in gotham rp #OnlyInGotham #Mod Rusty (OC)#Mod Maxi (OC)#Mod Samuel (OC)#ooc organization:#DC #op #in character #ooc commentary #ooc comment: yes I updated this and it does include a normal to the joker joke

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polyamorouspunk · 24 days

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So I (24, nonbinary) have been casually seeing this guy (38) that I've know for quite some time; I lost my virginity to him and it was fun and easy and honestly things had been great.

And then I was a little bit too high and confessed that I love him and he was super sweet in the moment and just held me and told me he's not comfortable saying the same because he's not sure

That was a couple weeks ago, the last time I spent the weekend. A few days ago I asked if he wanted to hang out again soon, but he didn't respond until today. He had a lot going on and also had to put his thoughts in coherent order, which I can respect. But reading his texts this morning has fucked up my whole day.

He's been really gentle in trying to let me down easy, I know he's still fucked up over his last relationship, and he's got two kids (both under 16) to think about; not to mention that I know he's worried about the age gap (he mentioned that I have so many possibilities ahead of me and I wanted to throw my phone).

I've got issues so I'm taking it really hard. Like this is definitely something I expected and yet I'm still super hurt. I don't really have anyone I'm comfortable talking about this with, and I'm sorry for dumping it all on you but I saw your little sleepover post and I could honestly use a hug and some positive vibes right now.

Okay okay okay so I know you know this is a LOT to unpack.

Mkay so I am 24 also (hi) some form of not cis (hi) and do have a crush on someone a fair bit older than me (33, not 38 though).

I love the idea of being with older men. The last guy I was seeing was 2 years older than me so like 26 now. Loved it. Love when older guys are interested in me. He was also going through a divorce and his son had just been born. It was a lot. I liveblogged the whole thing on here.

Dating older men comes with issues like that. And I have bpd so as soon as I FP someone yeah I’m instantly in love with them.

Dating older men can be hard when they say things about your future and shit like that- and I GET it, like it IS good advice even if you don’t want to hear it. I mean, when WE were under 16 how many people gave US good advice we didn’t want to hear at the time.

It sucks when you fuck up a good thing you had by confessing that you’re in love with someone who is not mutually in love with you. It reeeeally fucking sucks. Because either you hold that inside of you and you push it down and push it down and push it down, or you finally release it, let it go, and it fucks everything up.

There is no reason for you not to be hurt/upset about it even if you did expect it. Grieve. Let yourself grieve. Come into my inbox and dump all of this on me. Let people around you help you heal. Let me send you some love. I am holding your hand. I am telling you to some degree I have been there. To some degree I am there. And I know it gets better. Some day you’ll be like me, and you’ll be driving to work, and you’ll put on a new Fall Out Boy album that just came out, and you’ll cry, and you’ll realize through all the bad things, through all the shit and the hurt, this is why you stayed alive. You lived to be 23 so that you can hear Fall Out Boy put out new music.

And then you’ll be 24 and you’ll meet someone and they’ll change your world. And you think about how amazing it is that someone like this touched your life in some way, and that you can touch yours back. And you’ll meet up with old friends and make new ones.

And we’re so young, we’re SO young. It’s fucking wild to imagine this year (or next year) we’ll be half way to 50. That’s batshit insane. But like oh my god. The healing process that I’m going through is beautiful. Sure, there is a lot of stress. I’m failing the last class I need to graduate. My job stress is through the roof. I’m chronically ill. But outside of that I truly am continuing to live my best life every day.

I don’t know if you plan to try and keep on seeing him casually or if this really is the end for you. Either way this is just a bump in the road. 38 is so young too. We’re going to be okay. It’s a bad day. It’s gonna be a bad week. It might even be a bad month. Hell it might even be a bad year. But goddamn it if they don’t mean it when they say it’s not a bad life. It’s supposed to be almost 70 later today. I’m going to go work outside in the sun. My heartbreaks can’t stop me from creating art that I love. I saw a butterfly yesterday. Life is beautiful. Love is beautiful. Emotions are messy. They are disgusting. I hate them. But they’re poetic too.

Hell maybe this is all some Kumbaya bullshit I’m spouting. Idk. But I believe it. I really do. It takes work to believe in this shit. But it feels so much better when you do. Probably why cults work so well. Anyway!

It’s amazing that you got a chance to be with someone who is 38! I hope you look back on it fondly in a few years. And if you don’t then you’ll look back on yourself with kind eyes and think that at least in that moment you were happy and felt like it was what was best for you.

#punk gets mail #long post #dreamer anon

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s0crvtic · 30 days

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Hello everybody I'm Cayo (they/them) and it's my pleasure to bring you Lim Namgyu AKA Agent Figaro ( originally skeleton ADVOCATE ) He is the dependable but cranky man that cleans up the legal aftermath of missions and that makes sure your character sees another day without prison bars blocking their view! It's grueling work and he's one headache away from losing it, but he's pretty damn good at what he does. I'm looking forward to plotting and chatting with everyone very soon—my discord is my preferred point of contact and will be available upon request, but I can use IMs as well if it's more convenient for you.

Below is a quick summary, along with some wanted connections to get the ball rolling! Race you to the end xoxo.

Origin Overview —

-Lim Namgyu is the son of two previously powerful lawyers that spent more time dedicated to their jobs than they spent raising him. Early on, he has to foster a sense of independence, surviving on the echoes of two nearly imperceivable people who were supposed to love him. He lives a financially stable life, but it's a lonely one that hardly opens up the windows for entertaining luxuries even if they could technically afford them.

-Late in his childhood, both parents are convicted for unjust law practices favoring some of South Korea's most notorious crime syndicates and while the realization of their wrongdoings stuns him, he can't find it in himself to grieve for people who were hardly there to begin with. He is taken in by his paternal aunt and his elderly grandmother shortly after. They show more interest and care for him in the span of his first year with them than he thinks he's ever experienced in his whole time living under his parents' roof, if that were to be considered truly living at all.

-That care is what pushes his aunt to heavily discourage Namgyu from following in his parents' footsteps. But when he gives in to his natural inclination for studying law in part to years of exposure to the lifestyle, the book of his future already begins to write itself. He exceeds the benchmarks his mother and father set when he enrolls in the same law school they attended, graduating and quickly being swept up into some of the biggest civil cases Seoul has to offer at the time. This garners him plenty of attention, even more so when the court rules in his favor.

-Because of this publicity, a senior agent from Aegis approaches him in the bustle of an emptying court room, under the guise of paying him for his time and dedication to an embezzlement case while the dust still settles around them. With the check that gets tucked into his suit, is a business card. With the exchange, memorable words that stay with Namgyu to this day:

"You want to do something actually good in this city, kid? Give me a call."

-It only takes a week for him to mull over dialing the number and over a drink shared at the Obsidian Lounge, Lim Namgyu is recruited into Aegis as their primary legal consultant and crisis manager. In present time, he is going on his sixth year with the organization.

Character overview —

-He's usually never a friendly face to happen upon in the halls of Aegis International, mostly because he's exhausted but also because he can't seem to ever separate his personal life from his business matters; making sense of and justifying some of the more convoluted happenings in the agency has left him in a seemingly perpetual state of cold indifference. Though, some would say he loosens up over a dirty martini from time to time or that he might crack a smile if given praise over coffee. These allegations, however, could be entirely false, and just a way to make Agent Figaro feel less like a heavy gavel to the temple and more like a colleague that cares. It would entirely be up to a curious individual to find out for themselves.

-Don't ask questions you don't want factual answers to, devoid of empathy. Hypotheticals leave too much space for Namgyu to interject with legal jargon—he's not fun at parties and that is precisely why he normally never gets an invite.

-Caffeine and spite fuels him through his days of paperwork, discussing and debriefing whatever the agency needs him to oversee and sitting through hours long discovery sessions with Seoul's most prestigious defense attorneys. Yes your call is going to voicemail so either send it in an email or say whatever you need to say to his face.

-He has a sweet tooth and a poor habit of leaving the evidence all over his desk. If you have a problem with clutter he will simply ask you to just avert your eyes since it's his space you're intruding anyway. He's too busy to use the trashcan at the other end of his study.

-Namgyu is normally holed up in his office most days or harrassing other intelligence and analysis operatives on others in order to help fill out holes in his documents. No stone left unturned heavily applies to his line of work, specifically if those details could mean keeping his colleagues out of hot water.

-He leaves little to be desired in terms of self defense but he does thankfully know how to use a firearm if he absolutely has to. Normally, Agent Figaro will tow a field operative with him if his business requires him to leave the confines of headquarters to ensure he has the manpower to overcome any threats that may follow being a man in his position.

-Don't bring up his parents' fall from grace and he won't bring up the theoretical criminal record that he's managed to protect you from strangling your career with.

-While he was initially raised well to do, he was not given many opportunities as a child to actually realize it. This made transitioning to live with his single-income aunt easy to do and has translated to a quiet appreciation for the finer things in these years that he's been able to afford them. One point of pride specifically would be a thick, golden watch on his left wrist.

Wanted Connections !

I've been more partial to brainstorming lately as I think it brings out equally interesting and unique aspects to all characters involved, but for now I'm itching for the following and this list is subject to change (likely further elaboration when I have a better idea of how Namgyu functions)—

◇ You both existed frequently in the same spaces before being recruited into Aegis International. This would be applicable to characters that were either constantly in need of legal consultation because of how involved they were in local crime within his district or characters who were active in Law Enforcement. If it's the latter, and you took your job seriously than he likely has a positive view of you! If it's the former than it might be more of a complicated relationship.

◇ Late Nights, No stars in the concrete jungle. Smoke breaks feet away from the Obsidian lounge bouncer to feel human again. You both don't often say much when you're together but there's something in the way your eyes mirror each other that doesn't need words. Perhaps one day you're not in your usual prowling area or vice versa and they have to actually find each other to initiate their quiet rituals. Are we going to talk about how we've made a habit of each other?

◇ He wont leave you alone because you're a walking legal disaster that keeps things too close to your chest, hardly wiping the blood off of your shoes when you walk past his office. Namgyu knows you don't like him, but unlucky for you he also doesn't care.

◇You're often the first person called upon to accompany him on his legal outings and because of that you either loathe him and wish desperately that he would learn how to better defend himself so you didn't have to be subject to awkwardly trailing after him all day, or you've grown fond of the peaceful silence he offers in the hustle of your normal schedule.

#— Agent Figaro: Initiation

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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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Hii, here comes the ask for a part 2 to the AMAZING Gwynriel friendship fic🤍 I think Az would go crazy living under the same roof as his mate and best friend😂😂 these two would grew so close really fast and annoy him just for fun (deep down Az would love it!)

here we goooo, I hope you guys love this as much as the other bit, a follow-up to this post

azriel stared up at the ridiculous mating gift from rhysand, unsure whether he wanted to roll his eyes or smile. he settled for both. your hand squeezed tightly around his own, and he squeezed back, the excited chatter between you in his best friend providing a soundtrack to the sight before him. this was his first time, gwyn's too, seeing the house, the large three-story mansion designed to look like a cosy cottage despite its size, and he wanted to scoff at how eccentric his friend had been. not your first time seeing it, though.

almost two years ago, azriel had come home to yet another ambush on you, to find you sitting at the kitchen table, coffee mug clutched between your hands as rhysand sat before you, lounging in the creaky kitchen chairs. your eyes had been wide, breath practically held, and he frowned at the look on your face. you'd known who he was, who his friends were, the same way they'd known of him, but other than cassian, you'd never met them. never mind rhysand, who was looking unnecessarily high lord-like as he sat before you.

whatever you'd been talking about, he hadn't been told, his brother had simply offered his congratulations with a wink, invited you both to a family dinner the following week, and left with a friendly kiss to your cheek and a conspiratorially loud whisper to 'consider his offer' before he'd vanished into darkness and stars.

now, you were standing before him, the offer rhysand had laid out standing tall before him in a composition of pretty old bricks and stones and acres of lush land, and one of his brows rose. you'd told him, less than a week ago, curled up against his chest and panting in the afterglow, kissing along his tattoos in ways that made his head spin. his hands had been slipping down your body, cupping your ass and pulling you over him to start again when you giggled. 'we don't have time, gwyn will be home soon.'

he hated it, and he hated that he hated it. a wave of guilt rippled down the bond. he knew what his best friend had been through, and that the moment he asked, she'd have left the two of you alone, found her own place. in fact, she had offered, and you'd shut her down the second she'd brought it up awkwardly over breakfast, insisting that she stay with the two of you in the now rather cramped apartment. it had made him feel like his whole chest was clenching in as he watched you take his best friend's hands, and promise she always had a place with you both.

but now, he was spending so much time sneaking around, grabbing any little bit of intimate time with you he could, but you were now mated, mating ceremony passe,d his wrong sitting on your finger and a tattoo bound around both of your wrists, never to disappear, promises made to one another. but, the apartment was already too small, and he felt nothing but guilt as he thought about a future somewhere else with you, rooms for your own children, enough space for their childhood and their memories, not the attic full of boxes they had now, overflow things that had to be put away instead of appreciated and seen.

'we need a new place.' he eventually spoke the words, feeling even worse for saying them out loud, and you only raised your head, kissing under his jaw until he smiled.

'what if we already have one?' you didn't give him a chance to ask, rolling away and taking the sheet with you, wrapping yourself in it and leaving him bare as you padded away to the bathroom. 'just give me a few more weeks, and I'll tell you it all'. he trusted you, so he let himself forget about it, until now.

"this is insane!" gwyn muttered, waving her hands enthusiastically at the house before your small group. "rhysand built this for you?"

"well, not with his own hands, but we had some ideas, we got some help, and this was the result." you shrugged, and azriel looked down at you, shooting a shock down the bond at your coy deception, but you only grinned at the feeling. rhysand had offered him much to celebrate his mating bond, and azriel had shut it all down. he didn't want anything more, at the time, he hadn't needed anything more, and somehow, just like always, you'd known what he needed long before he did. you and gwyn were far too similar that way. "so, do you guys want the tour, or shall we stand out here all day? I mean, it's getting kind of cold.."

despite knowing you were being sarcastic, the instinctive urge to protect you flared up, and azriel slipped his wing around you, tugging you closer to his side. you only grinned, tipping your head away with a laugh when he dipped down to bite at the shell of your ear playfully. he followed you as you guided them up the pathway, a large and heavy oak double door, wide enough for him to pass through without ducking or tucking his wings in, and the first jolt of warmth at your consideration of him ran through his veins.

open-plan, arched doorways, empty and ready to be decorated but utterly beautiful. he could feel traces of you in every room, from the carvings on the porch posts to the bay window seats for reading, and a dining room big enough to fit his whole family comfortably, or host the bookclubs you and gwyn had taken to hosting every week.

there was your room, large, space for a bed so big his wings wouldn't touch the edges even fully extended, so much storage he could display every trinket and memory he'd ever collected that were currently boxed up, a guest room, and another. cassian would doubtless claim one to be dedicated to himself in no time.

there were rooms for future children, an office for him to work from without his papers spreading all over the kitchen table, and a bathtub big enough for you both. a living room with a large fireplace hidden from sight, enough to carry heat throughout the whole house without him ever having to see the flames, and he'd excused himself to inspect the glass-walled conservatory to hide the choked-up tears.

he'd left you and gwyn in the living room, talking about a bookcase dedicated to the smutty bookclub you banned him from attending, knowing now he could simply retreat to your bedroom to give you privacy, more than two floors between you all now. he could picture a coffee table, one he would build himself, and two large armchairs, a space to sit and drink your coffee together every morning, staring out at the large garden that was sprawling behind it.

pretty structures sat even out there. a pergola sat on a stone patio, surrounded by flowers, a firepit sat in the middle for cold nights. a shed, a flower garden, benches along the bushes and under the trees, and finally, tucked away into the back, a small build. bigger than a shed, built with its own bricks and stones, a small covered porch out the front of it, a pathway leading all the way to it, lit with small glowing faelights that would come alive in the dark.

warm arms wrapped around his waist, like he'd drawn you to him with his curiosity, and his wings flared slightly to make space for you as you pressed a kiss to the clothed spot between them.

"what's that?"

he pointed out, gwyn following his gaze, and the feeling of your excitement washed over him in waves, radiating in his chest. "that's one of the best parts. do you want to see it?"

you didn't wait for an answer, unwrapping yourself from him and unlocking the wide doors of the conservatory, sliding them aside and stepping out onto the path. gravel crunched underneath your feet, his own and gwyn's too as they followed you, until you were standing under the porch. unlocking a matching door to the front, but a single, smaller, he had to duck a little to step inside, light glowing softly as it sensed your presence. almost the whole of the small bungalow was open plan, kitchen melting into a large room, a fireplace on one wall, an arched doorway leading to another empty room, a bedroom, a door sealed against the wall. presumably a bathroom.

"a.. guest house?"

"no." you took azriel's hand, watching gwyn step forward to explore, running her fingers over the crafted wood of the mantle. you leaned in, cheek pressed against his bicep as you held them both hanging in anticipation, absorbing the beautiful but empty interior. "you like it, gwyn?"

"I love it, it's beautiful. what's it for?"

"you." she paused, twisting to face you, and azriel stiffened a little at your words, shock taking him over.

"me?"

"well, of course. you didn't think I was going to build a house with no place for you, did you?" her eyes watered, rippling like the oceans they resembled so ethereally. she took a few steps forward, back towards you, reaching out to clasp your hands in her own. azriel felt like he couldn't breathe, like he didn't know exactly how he'd been so lucky, to land a mate who understood and accepted every part of him this way.

"you want me to stay with you?"

"only if you want to." he knew you knew, azriel had come home to find you crying in the bathtub over a year ago, and when he'd asked what was wrong, you'd wept for gwyn, who'd finally told you the whole truth of why she lived with azriel, that he'd made her feel safe, and she was still so filled with doubt about going back into the world that last tie she'd tried, a panic attack had brought her right back. "if you don't, I'm sure cassian will call dibs before I even finish tell him about it."

"well, sucks to be cassian, because this is mine." she sniffled a little, looking around the space in awe, wiping not so discreetly at her tears when he back was to you both. azriel twisted, lifting a wing to shield you both from sight as he cupped your face with both hands.

"you made a space for gwyn."

"of course, I did." he swiped a thumb over your cheekbone, other hand slipping down to pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "you think we're leaving her behind? she belongs with us."

he shook his head, swallowing down thickly on the lump of emotion wedged there. "kiss me, right now."

"well, if you insist, shadowsinger." you grinned, arms wrapping around his neck, tugging yourself up to his level until you were pressing your lips to his. he let himself sink into his, holding you close to him, drowning in the way it felt to have a mate, someone so perfectly matched to him, someone who he never had to hide from. it surprised him every time, this feeling shocked him to his core, made him feel electrified every time he thought about it too much. you were his, all of this was his, he wasn't sure he'd ever done anything to deserve it but he would fight 'til his last breath to keep it.

"nope! none of that in my new place." pulling away with a groan, azriel lowered his wing, peeking over the top to see his best friend grinning at him cheekily, hands on her hips as he tutted. you sank down, face pressing into his chest to hide your laughter, moment shattered.

"you're such a cockblock, gwyn."

"hey, you have your own place now, go back to it. I don't want my new place to reek of your arousal within five minutes of me getting it." she shooed the pair of you away, as though she'd owned it forever, and you reached into your pocket, handing over the key to her before he was being pushed out onto the porch with you in his arms. "I have paint colours to plan."

"oh, mother help us, this room is going. to look like a rainbow threw up in it." azriel felt his face scrunch up, and gwyn offered a crude gesture to him, before slamming the door in his face. your presence was all that grounded him, ready to start a bickering match with her, but you were pulling him back up the path to your own house.

"I think, we should go bed shopping. we have space for a much bigger bed now," he smirked at you, following your lead toward the garden gate.

"I like the way you think, my love."

#azriel x reader

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diabunnies · 1 year

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"sing me the song of your people, you wicked bitch!"

━ asked new hot girl in town, chatgpt, to write me a "super duper dramatic dialogue between two lovers who are troubled by cheating allegations". jk i took some lines n zazz'd them up a bit so it seems a bit more human

characters: mikage reo + g/n reader

c/w: swearing! otherwise sfw, angst (???), reo bein an adulterer n mancity players r there 2 see it happen real time o_O, dia's rusty ahh dialogue writing abilities :(

"you make me unbearably sick, you know that? two years, reo, two years of trust down the fuckin drain! i thought i was enough for you to love!"

"i can expla-" his eyebrows furrow, clearly distressed from the sheer amount of sweat glazing them.

"no! i don't think u need to! even if u could, save it for the next bitch that saunters in since u seem so comfortable doin whatever u fuckin feel like!" you continue. the air stills now, almost suffocating if it weren't for the low thrumming of the air conditioner in the background. anyone could cut the tension with a knife, but why bother adding more pain?

"i thought we've done it all! been through hell and back, learnt all the lessons and forgave all the mistakes. but then you—you do this! can you feel how you just shattered my heart? is it me? do i not try hard enough? not show you just how much of my heart you take up?"

"i'm so sorry, babe, i don't know what else i can say for it to make this a little easier. i know i fucked up, i know i'm weak—no amount of apologies can and will excuse that. but you don't understand! i was doin it for us! was thinkin about our future, had to prove to you i can provide. you were never the problem!" he attempts to reach for you—no, he attempts to reach into your heart. probably to deliver one final blow to the chest, a blow with enough force that it'll cause your ribs to fracture and your heart to stop bleeding red. his long-legged frame drapes over your chest, but you paw away at his attempts at a half-assed hug. it's hard, really. it always ends like this almost every time, the same screaming, the same hatred and hysterics that cause the same pain and betrayal.

"provide? provide?! you know damn well what you have is enough to last us through anything! when have we ever felt threatened by such a thing—god, are you stupid? reo, you fuckin took a thousand dollars from nagi, stashed it in the most obvious spot, blatantly used it in the worst round, and then tried to lie your ass out of it! what the fuck do you mean 'provide'?" when will it end? mikage reo is a scummy, cheating bastard who cannot and will never stop, so spare yourself the ache next time.

"over a game of monopoly—pack it up you freaks! jesus christ, in my living room? under my own roof? in frong of my own goddamn monopoly board? i'm not even mad about reo cheating at this point, just shut up!" ah, there it is, the knife. it's wielded by none other than chigiri—naturally, as the others seem to be well on their way out the door.

#dia's writing ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈#bllk #blue lock #reo mikage #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #blue lock x reader #reo x reader #this is so shoddy m sorry ( `ε´ )#see i was tossing up between reo and bachira for this but one of them is rich n the other is bachira so #idk i was thinking that reo being rich fits the whole monopoly part a teeny tiny bit better

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cainluvr69 · 5 months

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 3

Previous Chapter

Many people, with many ways of thinking, many of which are different from how I approach things. Everyone has their own set of values. There are many different kinds of happiness…and unhappiness.

Rustica: I've written a new song. What do you think?

Bradley: No offense, but it was boring. If this ain't a lullaby for babies, you need to get more crazy with it.

Rustica: Is this "more crazy with it"?

Bradley: Why're you just repeatin' the same melody now?

Rustica: So that those listening may become accustomed to it. Spicing up something familiar is fun, yes?

Bradley: Well, here's what I think. There ain't any need to get used to anything in the first place. Keep 'em guessin' 'til the day you die.

Rustica: What a fascinating philosophy. It offers the prospect of a song with constant deviations throughout.

Bradley: Hell yeah. Screw the sheet music.

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And should you never meet those people, should you never come in contact with who they are, you'll never know about any of those things.

Nero: Huh?! You sure you wanna add that?

Lennox: It's surprisingly good. Try it.

Nero: Alright, just a little taste test… Woah… You're right. This all goes together really well.

Lennox: Right?

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There are those who treasure the old-fashioned ways of the world. Those who've found a new kind of radiance. Neither of them need contradict or overshadow the other. Both of them can be cherished, respected, and--as they live side by side with one another--loved.

Faust: This type of magic circle is optimal if you should find yourself in this kind of situation in combat. It doesn't require much preparation or materials.

Murr: If you use magical technology, as long as you've got mana stones on hand, you can do all of thiiiis!

Faust: I see… If it can be used reliably enough, it's not a bad idea to take advantage of that on future missions. Magic and magical technology are both just means, not ends.

Murr: That's what I think, too! But I think our local magitech-hater Shylock might hate us for saying that!

Faust: …That's quite the dilemma.

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This manor has wizards from five different countries all gathered together under the same roof. I think that this place, where people of many different social standings, ages, and personal philosophies can all live side by side… …is probably the only one like it in the world. When I think about it like that, I really reflect on what an amazing feat it is.

Riquet: Lord Snow, Lord White. Did this kind of game exist two thousand years ago?

Snow: My, my. Perhaps it did, perhaps it didn't.

White: I believe it did, but instead of a ball, it used the bone of a cow.

Riquet: Would you like to play it with Mitile and I later?

Snow & White: Of course~!

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Akira: Whew… That's enough for today. I've written so much in the Sage's manual. I wonder how many days I've spent just writing about the day-to-day things here in the manor… Huh…? Is someone outside the window…?

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Akira: (It's Lennox… He's just standing in place staring at something…?) (Oh… There's Faust, and Nero's with him… They're drinking together…) (If he wants to talk to them, he should…though now that I think about it, I feel like I've seen this before…)

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Lennox: …

Akira: What are you looking at, Lennox?

Lennox: Master Sage.

Akira: Oh, it's the Eastern wizards. I guess they must've just gotten back from their mission. Do you want to talk to them?

Lennox: No.

Akira: …?

Lennox: Ah… Sorry. Erm… Oh, this is a problem. I'm not sure how to explain…

Akira: Oh, no no! It's my fault for asking without thinking about it. It's fine if you don't want to talk about it…

Lennox: No, that's not what it is. I'm just thinking about…how to do it. Like when you're about to lose when playing a board game, but you still don't want to give in…

Akira: …Is this about Faust?

Lennox: Haha… Yes. I was trying to hide it, but you saw right through me. …Lord Faust has no intention of trying to be happy. I imagine he feels like he can't face our comrades who believed in him and died for that belief. I want him to be happy, but my face only serves as a reminder for why he needs to punish himself. At the same time, when he's with those who don't know his past…when he's with the Eastern wizards…he is at peace. Look… See, he's smiling.

I'll never be able to forget how Lennox's face looked at that moment. I saw no longing nor sadness in his eyes, more vibrantly red than the setting sun. He was simply watching Faust's distant back.

Akira: …Is that the game you've lost?

Lennox: Yes. Forcing someone to be happy is as cruel as forcing someone to be unhappy, I think. No matter how tranquil sunlight may be, if someone doesn't want to be in it, then its light will burn them. I lived never giving up. I continued moving forward believing that we'd meet again for four hundred years. But right now… I think that if I don't give up, his heart is going to break. He doesn't need me at his side.

Lennox's expression hadn't changed. I, on the other hand, felt my chest twisting as painfully as if I were the one in his position.

Akira: No, that can't possibly be true. Faust always seems so peaceful when you're with him, Lennox. I think he can rest his heart around you. I've never heard him say anything but good things about you…

Lennox: No, I'm aware that he cares about me. But caring about someone and loving them are two different things. Speaking for myself as an individual, there's no greater reward. But what hasn't been rewarded is… This loyalty that's too much for him to bear.

Akira: Lennox…

Lennox: Don't worry about me, Master Sage. I'm sorry for complaining about something so pointless… I'm simply…getting stuck when I think about what I should do.

Lennox smiled gently down at me.

Lennox: Master Sage. I'm a shepherd. So that my sheep don't stray from the herd, I lead them, ringing a bell to guide their way. But in the past… I simply blindly chased after a single flag in front of me, no better than a sheep myself. I just…still haven't forgotten how he shook my soul back then. He made me see how beautiful the dawn could be.

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Akira: (Oh, Lennox… I wonder if he wants Faust to become the savior he once was again…) (Or maybe the happiness he's talking about means something different to him… This is hard… Happiness…) (What is happiness…?) Oh, Saku-chan… You're right. I should go to sleep soon.

This little darling is called a sacrificium. The twins created it and gave it to me as a sort of guardian. Because I was summoned here to this world as its Sage. So that I could save it.

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This world has a beautifully shining moon in its sky, one they call <the Great Calamity>. Once a year, every year, <the Great Calamity> draws close to this world. So that it doesn't come too close and destroy the world, it must be intercepted and pushed back. And that is the duty of the twenty-one Sage's wizards, gathered from the five countries of this land.

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And my duty is to guide the Sage's wizards and save the world. I don't think I can lead them as smartly as I should, being called the Sage and all, but… If I can at least be a good friend to my wonderful, talented wizards… Then that's what I want.

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Oz: …

Figaro: Hey, I'm coming in.

Painting Snow & White: Mmrrgghh…

Snow: Oz.

White: Dearest Oz.

Oz: You three, I see…

Figaro: Still awake, huh. I'm guessing you've barely slept since that surprise attack.

Oz: What do you want.

Snow: We came to tell you there's no point in you staying awake like this.

White: Dear Oz. You're afraid of once again being forced to bleed and lose consciousness, and thus, you're keeping yourself on guard. You poor thing. You've never lost in a competition of magic before, after all.

Oz: I did not lose.

Snow: You may as well have. You simply weren't killed. And at the moment, that's the same thing. Even we could kill you right now. I imagine that fact alone is humiliating enough to make you want to die, and yet, it is still the truth of the matter.

Oz: …

White: Oz. It's fair to say that Mithra and the others on this floor that night kept you alive.

Snow: Their pride is the only thing that kept you from turning to stone. For at night, you, the world's strongest wizard, cannot use your magic.

Oz: Get out.

Figaro: Oz. Just think for a second. You're not in a position to order us around right now. We really have been keeping your pride in consideration, but we can't do that anymore. Right now, all you can do is ask others to keep you alive.

White: Exactly. Oz, you must study the ways of the weak. You must live as one of them. You have no choice but to be protected by the strong at night. Bow your head to Mithra, Bradley, and Owen, flatter them…

Oz: Get out!

Snow: Ohoho! All you can do is shout at us? Before, it would have taken you no more than a moment to drive us away… What a tragedy this is.

Figaro: Lord Snow. You're going too far. Oz still has his pride.

Snow: And that's what makes this a tragedy. I'm saying it because he's our dear adorable Oz.

Figaro: Oz was the world's strongest. Even if it's tragic, he still…

White: We're telling him to abandon that pride. How do humans who cannot use magic survive in the North?

Snow: Tell us, Oz.

Oz: When dawn breaks, I will kill you both.

White: Oh, dearest Oz.

Snow: Ohoho. He certainly told us.

Oz: <Vox N…> Zz… Zz…

Snow: Goodness…! He was truly trying to kill us just now.

Figaro: This is exactly the kind of situation we're talking about, Oz. You're the only one who won't admit it… Come on, wake up.

Oz: Ah…

Figaro: And the two of you are just trying to provoke him! That's why he did that! Oz, you need to calm down, too. I know exactly how you feel. I know how horrible it feels to have the spirits refuse to obey you… And that's why I know we need a plan in place. Okay?

Snow: Meticulous as always, dear Figaro. Though you always are.

Figaro: …And what's that supposed to mean?

Snow: That you're trying to set the two of us up as an enemy to get in Oz's good favor and then manipulate him as you please.

White: Dear Figaro. Please recall that you're the ringleader of this. You said you would persuade him.

Figaro: Yeah, I did say that. Because I wasn't expecting the two of you to be this stupid.

Snow & White: Excuse me?

Figaro: If you want Oz to listen to you, you need to be more careful with how you say things to him. What you've been doing is just pointlessly riling him up…

Snow: Ohoho! Make him listen to us? Surely you heard us, Oz.

Oz: I do not recall submitting to you.

Figaro: Oz, do you have any idea what position you're in right now? I'm trying to cover for you. Don't be ungrateful, and don't be stupid.

Oz: Hah?

White: Figaro dearest, you're being so meeeaaan! Oz, darling, come here. You're not stupid at all.

Figaro: Are you for real? The ones blatantly trying to manipulate Oz are the two of you.

Snow: Oh, now there's banging on the walls.

White: My, we've made dear Owen start banging on the walls. I suppose we should withdraw for now, then.

Figaro: Anyways. Oz. If you're going to continue pointlessly keeping watch, at least try to build some better relationships while you're at it. You don't want to follow this pair's lead on how to end relationships in the worst way possible, right?

Snow: Figaro, you're getting punished for that.

White: Yep, punished.

Figaro: Go die, you senile old hags.

Snow & White: <Noscomnia>

Figaro: <Possideo> …You get it, Oz? At this rate, Arthur's going to get turned to stone trying to protect you when you can't use magic.

Oz: …

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Owen: Jeez… They're so loud. This is the worst. This is worse than the worst. …

Mithra: Owen.

Owen: Mithra. The twins and Figaro were talking to Oz about something weird.

Mithra: Huh.

Owen: They were mocking you.

Mithra: Hah?

Owen: They said that at night, when Oz can't use his magic, he should bow his head to you and have you protect him.

Mithra: Huh, that might not be bad, actually. I wonder if he'll really bow his head to me?

Owen: Get a clue. They're saying they think you're stupid and a coward.

Mithra: How's that?

Owen: Do you want to protect Oz? No way, right? You want to kill him and eat his stone, don't you?

Mithra: Of course.

Owen: But they think you won't kill him. Because you're a coward.

Mithra: … I'll kill them.

Owen: Haha… Maybe they're right. Your heart and body are both wavering. Half-hearted. There's nothing scary about you now.

Mithra: The same goes for you.

Owen: Excuse me?

Mithra: You're being completely half-hearted, too. You're not frightening, and you're not tough. You're making friends and getting pushed around.

Owen: … I'm not getting pushed around. Are you stupid?

Mithra: And I'm not going to be protecting Oz. Definitely not.

Owen: Uh-huh. Not that I care.

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Owen: Mithra's really pissing me off… Ah… I can see a light still on in the manor. Hehe. Maybe I'll go scare their wits out and have some fun.

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Chloe: Yaaaawn… Alright, one last push! Ah… Someone's coming to the window. It's Owen! Owen.

Owen: Fufu. What are you up to?

Chloe: I'm making clothes for everyone to wear to the party on Borda Island tomorrow. You'll wear yours, won't you, Owen?

Owen: Nope.

Chloe: Wh--why not?!

Owen: Because it'll make me waver and be half-hearted.

Chloe: I don't know what you mean by half-hearted, but I did pick colors based on the image of wavering light on the water's surface! They're super pretty! I'd really like to see you wear it tomorrow!

Owen: … If I feel like it.

Chloe: Okay! Goodnight!

Owen: Stop it.

Chloe: …?

Owen: … I'm not a coward.

Next Chapter

#.mhyktl #.main story tl #.eventtl #4th anni

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metvmorqhoses · 2 years

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I love your take on Delphini so I was wondering, how do you imagine her backstory?

It's very difficult to answer this question because I absolutely hate to contradict canon, but at the same time The Cursed Child is probably the most idiotic source material we could possibly get, so you understand my dilemma.

The only beautiful thing about that entire screenplay is without any doubt Delphi and her characterization. Still, her backstory just doesn't make any sense to me.

Allow me to leave aside all that drivel about Cedric Diggory, because I honestly cannot even consider it as worth discussing. It's just mediocre writing and bad fanfiction material all combined in one big mess. I was already not a big fan of the majority of the characterisations and reasonings behind the original saga, but the narrative expedient behind the screenplay is just painful to read. I will leave it at that.

That said, considering the rest of Delphi's origin story as canon, from the script we learn that 1) she was born before the Battle of Hogwarts at Malfoy Manor, 2) was entrusted to Euphemia Rowle (Rowle's wife or relative) by some unspecified person, 3) treated really badly all her childhood by the said Euphemia, who only kept her because abundantly remunerated (again, by whom?) 4) and only later in life instructed about her parentage and future by an escaped or released Rodolphus Lestrange, who very conveniently and just out of Azkaban knows for no apparent reason about a prophecy about her, only to just... disappear again?

All this of course I have no choice but to take as true (it's unlikely Delphi was lying about her childhood in that context), but from the start it all sounded to me as not very thought out and definitely not the way I would have written the backstory of such a character.

First of all, I cannot understand for the life of me why the converging point of a movement of thousands of religiously fanatic people, a 40 years-long political cause and at least two if not three of the most prominent, ancient and wealthy magical families of Britain, ended up mistreated, abused all her life and living alone and off expedients instead of being a very rich and eventually influential and secretly revered member of the dormant Wizarding elite.

I understand Voldemort is dead and Harry the fabled saviour, I understand the general morale of the defeated pureblood aristocracy must have dropped and the fear of being persecuted skyrocketed (let's just look at Draco's problems, even if I don't think he's a good example to the general DE situation, since he's basically the reason Harry is alive and his ultimate dream is being one of the golden trio), but we are talking about hundreds of people, with centuries of tradition behind themselves and a fanatic adoration for their defeated god. Am I to believe no one hoped for the Dark Lord's return? Am I to believe no one hoped for some sort of miracle, a chance of vengeance? I mean, logically speaking the situation should have been more or less the same as it was after Voldemort's first demise - a movement of embers, not of cinders.

You could kill Voldemort, but not an ideology that was literally born with Wizardkind. Voldemort did not invent the blood-purity obsession, but merely conveniently married and championed it to further his plans.

And don't get me wrong, I totally understand the need to keep Delphi as hidden as possible while growing up, even from sympathisers. I do agree very few must have known about her existence, but it's all the same absolutely implausible for Rodolphus to be the only one.

Delphi was born at Malfoy Manor, am I do believe that Narcissa didn't know about her own sister's pregnancy, happening under her own roof? So even Lucius at least must have known, possibly even Draco. I'm also positive they were the ones paying Rowle to keep the child hidden (since Rod was imprisoned), probably even choosing Rowle themselves, since I cannot believe that old woman to be a backup plan Vold or Bella designed for their child's future.

But if this is true, then why was Delphi alone and oblivious all her life? Why didn't Narcissa, if not Lucius and Draco, secretly visit her and assured at least her well-being? Why keep the secret about her so well, and perhaps even pay for her stay (for Bella's sake, since I'm positive the Malfoys at this point hated Vold), and then disregard her entirely in all the ways that truly mattered? Why not tell her she was Bella and Rod's child and allow her to have some sort of family at least in her mind and proper education? Was Delphi so remarkable even as a child that anyone upon looking at her would have immediately seen her father in her? Is that why she couldn't attend Hogwarts? Let's humour the terrible choice here, but Scorpius was rumoured to be Voldemort's son all his life and no one went for his head. He was allowed to go to school. All he got was a little bullying.

(Also why a rumour about a child of Voldemort's was even circulating in the first place? How is it possible that so many people believed in it while literally everyone perceived Vold as some sort of ethereal idea of evil? Was the rumour circulating because Delphi's existence wasn't that secret after all among the Wizarding elite?)

And even allowing as paramount for Delphi to spend her childhood hidden, still her isolation, abuse and neglect don't add up. They were unnecessary and could have been easily prevented. What I'm trying to say is, this characterisation is pretty bad and confusing, but it also feels very deliberate if we take it seriously.

The implication is honestly chilling. It would mean not only Narcissa was directly responsible for both the deaths of Delphi's parents, but that also her hatred for Voldemort and her sister (the same sister that worried about her and protected her family till the end) run so deep as to purposely condemn her niece (an innocent child) to a life of abuse and abandonment without a second thought. I doubt the Malfoys didn't know Rowle's character; and if they didn't know, Narcissa literally took her sister's child, abandoned her in all ways but economically in the hands of a stranger, and never spared her another thought. It cannot help but feel like hatred and retribution.

Also, why did Euphemia Rowle despise Delphi so? Rowle was a loyal Death Eater, so she must have shared his same ideology. If not, if she for some reason hated Voldemort (for the ideology or maybe because Rowle - her husband? Son? Brother? - died for nothing), she wasn't aware Delphi was the Dark Lord's daughter, so why torment a child for it? Out of mere pettiness and frustration? Because she was just despicable? No, probably because Delphi too had to be literarily destined to a childhood of abuse, just like Voldemort and Harry had been, to make once again Harry appear the saint, the hero so noble to the point of not being "morally" affected by pain and horror. And this really enrages me, in the very same way I'm always outraged at the thought of how Voldemort's childhood was treated in the original novels.

Also, why didn't Delphi inherit the immense wealth that was hers by birthright? Surely we cannot believe the entire fortune of Blacks and Lestranges was officially confiscated? It wasn't during the first war, when Bella, Rod and Rabastan had literally tortured to insanity two aurors? It wasn't when Sirius was sent to prison? Where did everything go? To Harry and Narcissa? So Narcissa stole even Delphi's inheritance, on top of everything else?

This directly leads to the most important of all these points: am I to believe that Voldemort and Bellatrix, I repeat Voldemort and Bellatrix, political leader/mastermind and general in times of war, didn't have an emergency plan in place for the well-being and future of their child in case something went wrong? Am I to believe that plan was a hateful old woman and a life of abandonment and neglect? Am I to believe Bella and Rod didn't think of a way to be sure their wealth would have gone to Delphi, officially or not?

And talking about Rodolphus, how could he know the new prophecy? And why didn't he help Delphi fulfil it? Where was he? Did he deliver this bomb only to drop dead at her feet? Also, why was the cause not secretly restored around Delphi? Why was she left so alone, even politically?

All this makes very little sense to me. Since I have to accept all of this as canon, I can only go this far with logic. Still, it's beyond unsatisfying, isn't it?

In a more plausible world, Delphi would have grown up with some Black or Lestrange distant relative, maybe in France or somewhere else in Europe, a spoiled child with the sensation of a great future ahead and a huge secret looming somewhere behind her, but that no one wanted to confess, until her stubbornness would have brought her to eventually find everything out by her own and made her venture to fulfil the destiny she knew was she was born to embody.

But sadly, we have The Cursed Child instead.

#delphini riddle #bellamort #lord voldemort #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #hp #the cursed child #anon #asks/replies #one and one thousand stories lis told

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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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Lie To Me

An Aaron Hotchner x Reader series

Aaron Hotchner/Ozark Crossover

Part 16

Part 15 can be found here

Warnings: 4.2 k

Word count: smut, crime, alcohol, cursing, violence--oral, f&m receiving, face sitting, choking, masturbation, if I missed anything let me know

Aaron

I had been gone for three days, much to my displeasure, but Marty had finally sorted things out. All we had to do was get Luis Hector to America to make a deal, and I'd be on the fast track to retirement. It was Tuesday morning when we finally boarded the plane, and I sent Y/n a quick text to let her know I'd be back as soon as possible. Marty looked at me curiously, his eyebrow raised.

"Going to announce your retirement and engagement all in one night?"

"Who's engaged?" Luis asked, and Marty pointed to me. Luis reached over and shook my hand, congratulating me.

"Marriage is a beautiful thing. Cherish her always," Luis said, and I promised that I would as we took off, mere hours separating me and the woman I loved.

I let Marty and Luis handle business with my director while I was off to find my girl. I went home to take a shower and change, but her car wasn't home, so my next stop was the Blue Cat to get something to eat and see my fiancée.

I came in the restaurant behind a group, so she didn't see me at first. Charlotte nudged her shoulder and nodded towards the door where I was standing, and she came forward, wrapping her arms around me as tight as she could.

"Don't ever leave me again," she pleaded, and I kissed her before letting her know that it was over, that we could finally move on with our lives and things could go back to normal.

"We found someone to run the cartel. They're making a deal now. This should all be over today."

She nodded, dragging me towards the bar so she could put in my order and talk to me at the same time.

"The contractor called me. They poured the foundation today. They'll start laying the brick once everything is set," she seemed so excited, and I couldn't wait to have our first home together, something we'd poured our hearts into together coming to life before our eyes.

"We'll still give Jonah a room right? He'll be able to go home soon, but I still want him to know he's welcome at our house too," I told her, and her eyes crinkled up as she smiled back at me.

"Duh. It's in the blueprints," she reminded me, handing me a beer as she cleaned up behind the bar. There was one other table of customers but Tuesday was a slower day; she was leaving at five so Charlotte could make some cash and close things up for the night. Now that she had a car of her own, it was much easier for them to split up responsibility at the Blue Cat. Y/n was planning to let Charlotte manage the place when she cut back her hours, and I thought it was a terrific idea. We'd talked about it right before Charlotte turned 18, and I told her that I thought she was making the right decision--she'd be able to cut back on working now that she was taking the casino over, and I was glad. I'd get to spend more time with her after I retired, which is all I'd wanted to begin with.

"I'll be home in a few hours. Why don't you go get some sleep in our bed?" She suggested, leaning across the bar to kiss my cheek, running her hand through my hair.

"Will you wake me up when you get home?"

She promised she would, so I left her to finish her day and I crawled in bed at her house, thinking of the future, when we'd finally live under one roof officially.

✨✨✨

It was an internal conflict, choosing to continue letting him sleep peacefully or waking him up, but you'd promised to wake him, so you kissed his face lightly until you heard the familiar sound of him chuckling at you, blindly pulling you on top of him.

"I missed you so much," he mumbled groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he looked at you, your chest pressed against his.

"I'm so glad you're home. The only person I've told is Charlotte," you said softly, and he nodded, telling you that Marty knew and he was happy for the two of you.

"He suggested an engagement party, maybe this weekend when he officially gives you the casino. He wants you to cut the ribbon and everything, Wendy has a vision," he rolled his eyes, knowing that Wendy would want to make a spectacle of everything to make herself and her new business look better. A casino and a Family Foundation didn't exactly go hand in hand.

"Sounds like Charlotte and I need to go shopping," you giggled, and he raised a brow before asking if he could go too.

"Duh, you're always invited. I just didn't think a day of shopping would be something you enjoyed," you told him, but he shook his head and told you otherwise.

"If it means getting to spend time with you, I'll go anywhere you want me to."

He kissed your neck lightly, bringing his hands to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before he brought his mouth to yours. You'd missed kissing him, and now that he was finally home and you could touch him all you wanted, you felt the need to give him as much satisfaction as possible. You climbed between his legs, watching him prop up on the pillows behind him as you pulled his boxers down and freed his cock from the confines of his underwear. He was stiff and throbbing as you took his member in your hands, letting the saliva in your mouth coat him entirely before you pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, watching his brows pull together tightly as you took him in your mouth.

"Fuck, baby. I've missed your sweet little mouth so much," he cooed as his hand rooted in your hair, gathering it in his hands as you took him further, opening your mouth wider so you could take all of him. You let your tongue lay flat against him so he could enter your throat and you could work the rest of his length with your hand, slippery and wet as you ghosted around the base of his cock, making him groan and close his eyes, his head against the pillows. It wasn't often that he was so overwhelmed that he had to just lay back and let you please him; he was usually watching, wide eyed. Now, he looked more at peace than you'd ever seen him, but his job was over and he could officially unwind for good.

"Your mouth is driving me crazy, baby. I've never felt anything so good," it came out as a whisper while you sucked furiously, bobbing and gagging on him until tears were hot and wet on your cheeks. You didn't stop until you felt the sticky release of his orgasm hit the back of your throat, his hands falling from your hair as his legs shook against the mattress. You came to straddle him, still fully clothed against him as he sat up, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He sucked lightly at your sensitive skin, his hands tugging your shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

"Stand up, I want to get you undressed," he said, letting you stand so he could finish taking off your clothes. Your bra came first, his mouth couldn't help but swirl around your nipples as he leaned further down, kissing your stomach. When he reached your waist line, he continued peppering kisses all over your body until he had your pants and panties crumpled in a pile on the floor. He brought your hand to his chest so you could feel his heart, drumming rapidly in his chest as he looked at your naked body.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he breathed, instructing you to lay down on the bed. He sat between your legs, his eyes trained on your core.

"Give me your hand," he whispered, so you did as he asked, bringing your hand to your sex. You knew what he wanted immediately, bringing your free hand down to your pussy so you could spread yourself open for him, your fingertip barely brushing your clit.

"So gentle," he cooed, laying down between your thighs so he could watch you, on full display for him. You went agonizingly slow, circling your throbbing clit as he watched in awe, his fingertips pressed into the doughy flesh of your thighs, his grip possessive on you. His eyes were nearly black as you lightly swiped at your bundle of nerves, a whimper escaping your lips.

"That's it baby, I want to see you cum; I won't touch you until you can give yourself an orgasm," he told you, making you giggle--he'd never made rules before, but you liked that he was now; it showed a bossier side of him that you were excited to explore once he felt more comfortable being in charge of you. He was already really good at getting you to do whatever he wanted, you didn't need to be told, but the thrill of ordering you around was something you thought he'd get some pleasure out of too.

"So close," you told him, speeding up slightly, your fingers drenched as you began to ride out your high; the wave of euphoria hit you like a ton of bricks, making you melt into the sheets. Aaron gave you no time to recover before he was leaning forward and diving into your center, eagerly lapping at you. His hand found yours, his finger tracing the ring on your finger as he smiled to himself; this is what he'd been waiting for. He wanted to give himself to you completely now that you were going to be his bride.

"Oh baby, I hope you're ready," he said lowly, making every hair on your body stand up at his seductive tone. There was no way to prepare for the way he made you feel--for hours, he laid between your legs, and you'd lost count at the amount of orgasms he'd given you. He was insatiable, using his tongue, his fingers, the gentle pressure of his lips; he truly had marked you as his own. His hand clasped in yours the entire time, he made you feel something more than just indescribable pleasure—it was more love than you could put into words, and it was all for you. He'd chosen you to be his wife, to build a life with, and you couldn't wait.

"C'mere, Aaron," you half begged, and he stopped long enough to peer up at you and shake his head.

"One more, please?"

When you finally had him where you wanted him, which was flat on his back, you mounted his lap, taking your time sinking onto him. You watched him clench his teeth as you let him adjust to being inside of you before you started to bounce up and down on him, flesh slapping flesh echoing throughout the room as you shared your desire for one another. His absence had been noticed by everyone around, but especially you. He was the person you went to after a long day, the man who kept you safe and made sure you always had someone to lean on.

"Love when you ride me, baby. Use me," he rasped, and so you did. You brought yourself a number of orgasms before he even began to get close to his, letting you take your time; he was perfectly content letting you ride him until your legs were sore, and then he'd take over and help you until you were ready again. You sat up on your knees and let him pound into you from below, gripping his shoulders for support as he fucked your brains out. When he was like this, he was as greedy as possible, rough and passionate—it was mind bending in an entirely different way than usual. You could feel the lust, the longing behind each stroke of his cock inside of you. When he came, he drug you down his length so he could bury himself inside of you, pulling you to meet his lips.

"Promise me you'll always love me," he urged, and you nodded profusely.

"Always, baby."

✨✨✨

Aaron's paperwork had been filed for retirement, so he'd been spending a lot of time with Jonah at the property, overseeing construction. It was amazing watching your dreams come to life from the ground up. Whenever you were having a hard day, Aaron would take you there to see the progress. It always helped to cheer you up knowing there was so much more to look forward to. In a day's time, Marty would be giving you the casino; there was a grand party to be thrown on the riverboat, all to celebrate you and Aaron taking over.

You were currently in the passenger's seat of Aaron's car as he drove you and Charlotte to the city to find dresses to wear. You wanted to look your best since it was a big night for you and Aaron, and he was just as excited to celebrate it as you were.

"What color are you thinking? So I can match you," he added quickly, making you take his hand across the console. You were almost to the mall, and Charlotte had found several prospective stores to try out.

"It all just depends on what I find," you told him, and Charlotte chimed in from the backseat.

"You did black last time. Why don't you do red?" Red would certainly make a bold statement, and Aaron had plenty of red ties.

"Red would be pretty," Aaron agreed, so when you were in the store, you searched high and low for a red dress until you finally found one. It was gorgeous, with a split in the side and billowy sleeves, long and flowing. Charlotte took one look at you and it had her vote, and you could tell by Aaron's tensed up body and lengthy gaze at your legs that he liked it too. You asked him what he thought about it anyway, and he waited until Charlotte went back into her dressing room to answer, placing your hand over his crotch.

"I think it's perfect," he groaned, leaving you to change back into your clothes. When you got to the register, Aaron paid for your dress and Charlotte's, not giving either of you a chance to argue.

"I'm paying for lunch too, so don't try anything funny," Aaron warned as you walked to the car.

When you got to the restaurant, Charlotte was full of questions, specifically about the wedding.

"When do you guys plan on getting married?" She asked from behind her menu, making you and Aaron stop and look at each other.

"We haven't even made it that far. Do you want a wedding?" You asked him, your voice neutral because you didn't mind either way--you'd elope with him if it meant being his wife.

"I want whatever you want. We could always do something small, I don't really have a whole lot of family that'll travel to the Ozarks for a wedding," he told you, and you didn't either, so your wedding would be private and intimate, something you thought was pretty special. A handful of people and the man that you loved, all gathered together to celebrate your unity.

"I'd be happy if it was just us and the kids. Marty would come, I'm sure," you replied, so all you had to figure out was a location and a date.

"We could wait until the house is finished. We could do it there," Aaron suggested, and you'd be more than happy to wait on the house; half of it was up already, and the rest would be finished soon. Once the house was built, things like plumbing and electricity came next, so you'd still be waiting a few months.

"Good idea! You need a dress," Charlotte said, her eyes going wide as she helped you make plans for your wedding. Aaron loved it, chiming in when he could, giving you his opinion on things. You were glad he didn't feel uncomfortable around you and your friends, and that he could hang out with them and it wasn't awkward or tense.

"When the house is built, we can have a housewarming party and a reception all in one," you suggested, and Aaron liked the idea a lot. He even talked about inviting one of his closer friends from back in Virginia so he could meet you and see the life he'd built away from home. The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging. You made it back home, Charlotte going to her room and you and Aaron in yours. He hung your dress up and invited you across the street to help him pick something to wear. You didn't realize how packed his closet was until he opened it up and you saw the endless row of suits and dress shirts, some with the tag still on them. You spied a charcoal gray dress shirt that was brand new, snatching it out of the closet and handing it to him.

"This one," you told him, and then he decided he wasn't wearing a tie, so your work was done. You knew he had ulterior motives for bringing you over which were only confirmed when his hands met the small of your back and pulled you forward so your mouths could clash together. He led you to the bed by your belt loops, unbuttoning your pants so you could slide of them; he smacked your ass lightly as you stripped down for him; he made quick work of his own clothes, reduced to his underwear in seconds.

"Gorgeous girl, come here," he pulled you into his lap, letting you feel the bulge in his boxers, pulsing against his thigh. You sat on his lap, just kissing for a bit, his mouth feverish against yours. Lately since he'd not been working, he'd been so into you it was hard to peel yourself away from him. You were quickly learning that his love language was physical touch--he constantly had his hands on you. Whether it was like this, or his hand on your thigh while you were driving, or on your knee when you were eating, he was always making it a point to be touching you. You were taken aback that the expressionless man you met so many months ago had turned into a grinning fool, so smitten for you that he'd melted.

"I love it when you touch me, I just love being able to put my hands on you," you told him, kissing his neck, your nails grazing his chest and abdomen, tight and solid beneath you. He had such a nice body, toned in all of the right places, so fucking strong and sexy that it made you weak. You couldn't help yourself, you wanted him in your mouth, and he knew by the crazed look in your eye that you'd be gagging on him as soon as you'd removed his boxers. He propped up on a pillow, putting his arms behind his head so he could watch the show you were about to put on for him.

"Going to be a good girl and put my cock in your throat, sweetheart?"

You nodded, licking a stripe of the center of his cock, watching his eyes grow dark as he looked back at you.

"Been thinking about having you in my mouth all day," you shot back, taking him by surprise--the shock was evident on his face as he sat up, cupping your face with his hands.

"You honestly enjoy it?"

You nodded, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock.

"I love it so much, baby. I love the way you react, the way you feel when you're in my mouth," you purred, making him brush your hair back as he gazed down adoringly at you.

"Fuck--that must be why it feels so good--you know, before you, I'd never...no one has ever done that for me," he said sheepishly, averting his gaze everywhere except your face. That only made you put his cock directly in your throat, making him hiss and grab your hair, tugging lightly.

"I'm so glad I'm the only one," you choked as you let all of your inhibitions go and focused on giving him the sloppiest, most sensual blow job of his life. In a matter of minutes, you had his legs shaking, his grip tight on your hair as he guided you up and down on his cock, letting your saliva coat his member so he could slip in and out of your mouth easier. His hips started to move on their own, thrusting slightly into your mouth as you held your head still so he could fuck your mouth; you enjoyed it a hundred times more now that you knew he'd never done it with anyone else before.

"Goddamn, baby. Feels incredible, please, please don't stop," he begged, your mouth open wide so he could push past your lips and into the back of your throat, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he tried to keep his composure. In no time you felt the salty liquid fill your mouth, swallowing every last drop as you batted your lashes up at him.

"I love you, Aaron," you said softly, coming to lay next to him as he tried to steady his breathing.

"God, I love you, baby. You know, there are a lot of things I want to try with you...I should make a list," he joked, but you told him that wasn't a bad idea--you wanted to try things too, things you'd never tell anyone else for fear of judgement, but you knew Aaron would never judge you.

"What's at the top of your list?" You asked, and he thought for a moment before exhaling deeply, closing his eyes.

"Having you sit on my face. It would be amazing, your thighs wrapped around my head, not to mention the perfect view of you," you were turned on just from his words alone--it would be something new for you too, and it was also on your list.

"Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?" He looked at you wildly before shaking his head, eyeing you up and down before he patted his chest.

"You'd sit right here, that way you're completely spread open for me. You know--we could always try it out right now," he said, scooting down on the pillows so you had room.

"Are you sure?" You were already naked, all you'd have to do was sit down on him and let him do the rest.

"Do you want me to beg, baby? I will," he cooed, smiling as you sat on your knees, bringing them on either side of his head. You hovered over him until his hands brought you down, sitting you directly on his chest like he'd shown you before.

"See? You're not going to hurt me--I've wanted this for so long, baby," his tongue met your center, swirling around inside of you, making you grip the headboard for support. He made a hum of satisfaction as he explored your core with his tongue, tracing patterns on your clit, his arms hooked behind your thighs.

"Feels so good," you squeaked, and he nodded, looking up at you.

"Thank you for trusting me, baby," he said softly, kissing your clit gently, making your brain go white hot as you begged him to do it again. A few more kisses and you were trembling on top of him, barely able to stay upright as you came. He looked more than pleased with himself, squeezing your thighs gently as he pulled you further into him. You tossed your head back, grinding into him as he encouraged you further, his hands on your ass, urging you to move against him. You rolled your hips to meet his mouth, earning a groan out of him in response as he sucked at your clit with a ferocity you'd never seen before.

"I love having my tongue inside of you, gorgeous girl," he mumbled into you, barely coming up for air--he was a man possessed and you weren't going to stop him.

"I'm glad you talked me into this," you told him, your hands weaved into his hair as he brought you more than pleasure--this was something else entirely. It was pure bliss every time you came undone under the mercy of his tongue.

"I would do anything in the world to make you feel good, baby," he promised you, and suddenly you felt empty, craving him inside of you. You slid down his chest, mounting his lap as he lined up with you. You let out a moan as he bottomed out inside of you, each time more wholesome than the last. It was still hard to believe that you'd get to have him forever, be the person he depended on to make his days a little brighter. You leaned forward and kissed him hard, his hands on your sides as you started to grind your hips against him.

"I can't wait to marry you," you said, kissing him once more before you moved to his neck, sucking tenderly at the skin just below his ear. He shuddered as you raked your nails along his shoulder blades, his thrusts meeting your hips below you as he helped out.

"Going to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as I can," he promised as he sat up, letting you hook your arms around his neck so you could bounce on him with ease. He looked at you questionably as he brought his hand to your throat, eyeing you curiously. You took it a step further and placed his hand around your neck, encouraging him to squeeze. He did, and you whimpered, in love with the new sensation, the power that it gave to him.

"Fuck, you like that?" He questioned as he gripped tighter, making you see stars as you came hard, his grip loosening as you found your high.

"That's so fucking sexy," you all but begged him to do it again, his massive hand making your neck look tiny as his fingertips gently squeezed around you, making you bite your lip harshly. You continued to ride him, the pressure increasing slightly until you were hurdling over the edge, and then he'd stop and give you a break. Playing around with new things was proving to be more fun than you could've imagined, and you wondered what else he had in store for you.

"I never thought I'd like it but--I think I was wrong," he whispered, letting you bring him to his climax as you bounced furiously, only stopping once he'd came deep inside of you.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to this," he chuckled, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. He was still throbbing inside of you, but you didn't want to move yet--it felt too good, and honestly, you were comfortable. There was no better position to be in than having him fitted neatly inside of you.

"I know I won't," you replied, kissing his neck and shoulders. You rested your head on his shoulder, excited for the days to come and what the future might hold for you and Aaron.

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