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cobrabobra · 2 years ago

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"Cold"

Carl Grimes x fem!reader, praising, vaginal fingering

I'm still new to this, so I apologize if it's monotone. Also English is not my first language so there might be mistakes.

"You're dead!" Carl looked at (Y/N) wide eyed, snow covering his face as he stood surprised. He bend down to take the biggest scoop of snow and throw it at his girlfriend. Oh, it was war now.

It was winter in Alexandria, a solid few inches of snow covered the ground, cold air tickled their lungs as they ran around the hole camp, playing in snow. But now playtime was over, it was time for some serious fighting.

(Y/N) only laughed cutely, shrugging, looking straight into Grimes' blue eyes, challenging him and acting innocent at the same time.

Her body moved, clearly readying itself to escape, but the boy was faster, tackling her to the ground, covering them in layers of fluffy, fresh snow.

"Gotcha" he smirked proudly as if he just tamed a wild beast, not grounded a teenage girl. "Can't escape now, sunshine" their breaths mixed, that's how close they were, their noses practically rubbing against each other, their hips pressed together separated with just a thin layer of their soaked clothes.

That's when he noticed she was shivering, her teeth clacking from the cold. It wasn't unexpected, they didn't have clothes that were designed for this kind of weather and they were rolling around in snow for hours, yet Carl couldn't help but feel concerned.

"Gosh, you're freezing" he picked her up, wrapping her with his hands, trying to warm her up a bit, but obviously that didn't help much. "We're going back" Grimes decided, taking her hand into his, their fingers were stiff, they barely had any feeling in them.

The walk to Carl's home was longer than they both expected, exhaustion suddenly hit them, cold piercing through their clothes, snow under their feet slowing them down significantly. When they finally got there the boy was already dreaming of a warm bath or drinking a hot cocoa sitting in front of a fireplace.

They left their shoes on a towel that Rick put up earlier and tried calling for him, but no one responded.

"Must be at Carol's" Carl hummed and stepped further inside. He took his coat off and threw it on the couch. "You want something hot to drink? Or we can take a shower?" He turned to face her, awaiting her decision.

"Shower" she managed to say, her jaw clenched, still bit warmed up yet.

"Let's get you out of these clothes" he stepped towards her, his hands on her sides, pulling her sweater up, revealing her smoth belly and her silky breasts covered with a bra.

Normally, she'd feel embarrassed, they've done stuff like this many times and she always blushed like crazy, something about Carl made it feel like it was still a new feeling. This time though, this wasn't sexual, he was just taking care of her, helping her and it made her heart flutter and filled her chest with warmth but it was the different kind.

Her pants fell down, belt buckle cliking as it hit the floor, leaving her in just her underwear. He shivered again, goosebumps covering her body, she tried to shield herself from the cold. Carl noticed that and quickly dragged her to the bathroom.

The titles were as cold as ice, making her toes curl at the unpleasant sensation. She stood there, observing her boyfriend's movement, he undressed quickly, too quickly for her. Yes, she was freezing but who wouldn't appreciate a little show?

(Y/N) hissed when her cold fingers touched her back in an attempt to undo her bra. Although it took longer than usual, it landed in the basket, just like Carl's garments moments ago. Same thing with her underwear, some almost painful touches, shutting her eyes at the feeling of clothes sticking to her skin.

"Get in" he said, his boxers long gone, curled up with the rest of their clothes. He took a minute to take in the view of her naked body, tracing her curves with his eyes, swallowing hard at the sight of her vulnerable state.

Piping hot, almost boiling water, covered their bodies as they stood in each other's embrace, letting their muscles relax, which wasn't easy because of the sensation of (Y/N)'s hard nipples pressed into Grimes' chest, their hips rubbing against each other with every little movement.

Little satisfied moans coming from the girls mouth, weren't helping either, they went straight to his dick, that was already teasing her sensitive folds.

"Feeling good, baby?" He chuckled, moving his hand to grab her neck, gently massaging the soft flesh underneath. This made his head fuzzy, this brief interaction, one like many others, made him realise once again how much he loved her.

"Yeah" her voice was breathy, her head tilted slightly back, clearly enjoying herself. She felt a familiar feeling slowly building up in her abdomen.

Carl seemed to notice that, because his fingers slided down her stomach, looking straight into her eyes as he started to tease her clit.

"Can't tell if it's the water or are you that wet already" he muttered into her neck, placing delicate kisses all over.

"Mm" she sighed, bitting her lip lightly. "Both"

"Good" he whispered straight into her ear, his voice unusually deep and raspy, like always when he got aroused. "You're so good for me"

She moaned uncontrollably at the praise, nodding her head a little, trying to show she indeed trying to be the best for him.

"My good girl, so wet for me" he kissed her jaw, slowly going down, towards her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it deliciously, trying to distract her form the feeling of his first finger sliding in her tight hole.

His movements started off slow, teasing, trying to get her as desperate as humanly possible. All it took was bending his finger a little for her to start rutting her hips against his hand.

He bit her nipple, delicate yet still inflicting a little bit of this delicious pain that got her weak in her knees.

"You're so pretty. My pretty girl, you're doing so good" he added another finger which got another whimper out of her, her thighs trembled, she leaned back again the shower wall to prop herself.

Wet strands of hair her stuck to her face, water dripping from her chin, down at her collar bones, continuing to slide across her body, to finally disappear between her legs, where Carl's fingers were stretching her pussy.

Carl's dick stood up gracefully, hurting like hell without attention it needed, but it didn't matter, now making (Y/N) come was all that counted.

"I'm close" her voice was weak and quiet. She tried to restrain herself from making too much noise, the bathroom walls carried sounds like the newest Bluetooth speaker.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? Cum in my first fingers?" He teased, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers practically pounded her poor, sensitive cunt. "Be good and cum for me"

Her toes curled again, this time bit from the cold but the feeling of an approaching orgasm. Grimes' lips muffled her moan, wet tounge sliding in, exploring her mouth as she felt her body tensing up, reading itself for the finish.

His fingers abused that spot inside her that made her stomach flutter, that lit fireworks in her abdomen.

Metalic taste of blood filled their mouths, coming from Carl's lip that she took liberty to bite as she came. Pure pleasure flooded her mind as she rode her orgasm, fucked herself on his fingers.

"You're not cold anymore, are you?"

#carl grimes x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x you

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baelarys · 6 months ago

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

Helaena targaryen x lady reader Lannister x Aemond targaryen

Word Count: 2987

warning: fluffy, bad word, Aemond being an idiot

The large wooden doors opened with a faint creak, allowing you to enter the queen's chamber. As you crossed the threshold, the guards closed the doors behind you, letting the echo of their closure resonate for a moment in the room.

Your eyes immediately fell on the figure of the queen, whose platinum hair gleamed under the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains. She was kneeling on the floor, bent over an ornate wooden table, attentively observing the small cages containing various insects. Her concentration was so intense that she didn’t seem to notice your presence right away.

"My queen," you said softly as you approached her, taking a seat by her side.

"I told you not to call me that," Helaena replied with a faint sigh, glancing away for a moment. However, instead of moving away entirely, she shifted just enough to give you space, so that your arms continued to brush against each other, creating a subtle yet present connection between you.

Although Helaena had corrected your manner of addressing her, there was no reproach in her voice, only a resigned sweetness that had become characteristic of your interactions. The warmth of her arm against yours conveyed a closeness that words couldn’t express, a bond that had transcended the formalities of her position.

You had known each other since you were children, always together, sharing laughter and secrets in any corner of the palace. It was hard to imagine one without the other; your mutual presence had become something natural, as if your lives were intrinsically intertwined. But in the last three years, that connection had evolved into something deeper, something that had surprised even you.

The relationship you had cultivated, marked by the passage of years and the undeniable affection you felt, was something that still bewildered you. You were so different in your essence: you, a boisterous and adventurous person, always seeking the next challenge or the next opportunity to try something new. Helaena, on the other hand, was the calm in the storm, with her quiet and reserved nature, preferring the peace of the gardens or the silent contemplation of her insects to the intense emotions that filled you with life.

"What’s wrong?" you asked gently, noticing how Helaena watched with concern the small wooden cage that held one of her crickets.

"It stopped singing," she whispered, her voice laden with a silent sadness. Her fingers, always delicate, reached out to the cage, gently brushing the wooden bars, as if a stronger touch could break more than just the silence that had settled between you.

"I’m sorry," you said, unsure of how to console her at that moment, understanding that her sadness wasn’t just about the loss of the cricket but probably reflected something deeper: the silent burdens she always carried, hidden beneath her serene facade. "We can get another one."

Helaena nodded slowly, but instead of turning her attention back to the cage, her eyes turned to you. That unexpected gesture made your heart stop for a moment. Her violet eyes, which you had always found so fascinating, fixed on yours with an intensity that took your breath away.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. In that silent exchange, her eyes spoke to you with a clarity that needed no words. You could see in them not just the sadness over the loss of a cricket but also a mixture of deeper emotions that you had felt within yourself for so long. There was a mutual understanding, a connection that went beyond the differences between you.

Slowly, almost without realizing it, you leaned toward her, drawn by the gravity of that shared moment. Helaena didn’t pull away; on the contrary, her lips parted slightly, as if she too were responding to the same invisible force that was drawing you toward her.

When your lips finally met hers, the kiss was soft, almost shy at first, but charged with an emotion that had seemed to have been waiting years to manifest.

Almost unconsciously, you placed a hand on her cheek, your thumb gently caressing her skin. The proximity between you intensified, and you felt Helaena giving in, allowing you to pull her even closer. Her lips, which had been timid at first, now moved with growing confidence, responding to the rhythm of the kiss you shared.

The delicate initial touch turned into a synchronized dance, where both hearts seemed to beat in unison. Every movement, every touch, was a silent affirmation of the bond you shared. Your fingers slowly slid from her cheek to the nape of her neck, gently caressing her silver hair as the closeness between your bodies dispelled any trace of doubt.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the bubble of intimacy in which you had immersed yourselves. The creak of the door opening forced you to pull away from Helaena with instinctive speed, putting a more appropriate distance between you, trying to regain your composure.

The dowager queen, Alicent Hightower, entered the room. Your heart pounded as you quickly stood up, offering a deep bow, lowering your head to hide the blush that had overtaken your cheeks. You knew that any sign of vulnerability could be perceived, and you preferred to avoid having your emotions scrutinized under Alicent's keen gaze.

The Dowager Queen first directed her gaze towards Helaena, who had once again focused on the small cage as if nothing had happened. Her platinum profile was turned away from the door, and her posture was calm, though you knew that behind that apparent serenity was a whirlwind of emotions.

“I would like to speak with the Queen alone,” Alicent said, her voice soft but firm, laden with the implicit authority of her position. A shiver ran down your spine, as if the weight of her words had descended upon you with the force of a sentence.

You didn’t dare look at Helaena as you made one final bow, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to maintain your composure. With an effort that nearly felt painful, you forced your legs to move, leaving the room with quick steps but not quite running. The air in the outer hallway hit you with unexpected force, as if crossing the threshold had left behind an invisible danger.

As you walked, you felt the nervousness overtaking you, each thought more unsettling than the last. What punishment awaited you if someone discovered what had just transpired in the privacy of that room? For Helaena, the protection of her status as princess would be a shield, but you... you would have no such luck. You couldn’t stop thinking about the possible consequences: shame, dishonor, and the inevitable punishment that would fall upon you like an inescapable yoke.

Not even your brother's wealth, as abundant as it was, could save you from the ruin that would befall you if the nature of your relationship with the princess was revealed. The Seven, with their severe judgments and unbreakable codes, would have no mercy on you.

The magnitude of the risk you had taken made you feel an oppressive weight in your chest, as if the walls themselves were closing in around you.

You tried to push those thoughts from your mind, forcing yourself to stay calm. “No one will notice,” you repeated to yourself over and over again, seeking some kind of solace in those words. What happened between the two of you wasn’t something new, far from it. You had shared kisses on countless occasions, each more secret and furtive than the last, and so far no one had suspected a thing. The court, always preoccupied with its intrigues and rumors, had not paid attention to the closeness you shared.

Furthermore, the two maids who had witnessed one of those indiscreet moments had been handled with the discretion the situation required. You had offered them sufficient incentives to ensure their silence, and although you had initially worried about the possibility of them betraying your trust, time had proven that fear and gold could be powerful allies.

Two days had passed since the encounter in the Queen’s chamber, and in that brief span, the atmosphere at court had become even more tense. The war looming over the kingdom had heightened the vigilance and distrust among the members of the court. The whispers of conflict, political intrigues, and constantly shifting alliances only served to increase the pressure on everyone involved.

The situation seemed to be on the verge of an imminent explosion. Rhaenyra had managed to acquire three new dragons, leaving your side at a clear disadvantage. With the death of Sunfire, the only available dragons were Vhagar and Dreamfire. However, you had serious doubts about Dreamfire’s willingness to join the battle, especially considering Helaena’s innocent nature, as she was reluctant to use dragonfire against any human being. In contrast, Aemond had shown a radically different attitude.

You had noticed a significant transformation in Aemond since the last meeting. The prince, who had once been shy and hesitant in his interactions with you, had become a strong and calculating young man. His change was evident in the way he moved through the court and how he handled state affairs. His behavior, though shrewd, stirred a growing distrust within you.

When Aemond sent your older brother, Tyland, on a mission to negotiate with pirates, you took his place on the council. The council room, which you had grown accustomed to seeing filled with participants, was now noticeably empty.

As the days passed, you received numerous letters from your sister-in-law, urging you to return to Casterly Rock. In her missives, she expressed her concern for your safety amid the growing dangers of war, warning you of the risk of an attack by Rhaenyra. Despite her legitimate concerns, you refused to abandon your post. The idea of leaving Helaena alone, surrounded by intrigues and possible threats, seemed unacceptable to you. Your loyalty to her and your commitment to the situation at court kept you firmly in place.

You decided to visit Helaena in her chamber, seeking a moment of closeness and comfort amidst the growing tension. Upon reaching her door, you paused for a moment to catch your breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You knocked softly and waited to be received. The door opened, revealing Helaena with a tired but kind expression. Her eyes lit up upon seeing you, and a smile graced her face, momentarily alleviating the weight she seemed to bear.

"I'm glad you came," Helaena said, opening the door wider for you to enter. "I needed to see you."

You stepped into the chamber, and the warm glow of the candles illuminating the place contrasted with the cold reality of the outside world. The atmosphere was filled with the softness of silk curtains and the light scent of dried flowers that Helaena often used to add a touch of calm to her space.

You approached her, and without a word, you embraced her with tender care. The embrace, though brief, conveyed a deep and sincere connection. The warmth of her body against yours and the soft perfume of her skin offered necessary comfort amid the growing tension.

Helaena looked into your eyes, and in that moment, the outside world seemed to fade away. "I missed this," she confessed in a soft voice.

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you heard her, and without thinking, you pulled her closer, hiding your face in her neck. You closed your eyes, allowing the sweet scent of her skin to envelop you and provide a moment of calm.

Helaena responded to your gesture with a delicacy that moved you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, her embrace warm and protective.

For a few moments, there was no need for words. The embrace, charged with a deep and sincere connection, seemed to say everything you needed to share. The touch of her arms, the beat of her heart against yours, offered a tranquility that countered the tensions of the war and the worries surrounding you both.

Finally, you made yourself break the embrace, knowing it was necessary. With slight reluctance, you gently pulled away, looking into Helaena’s eyes. “It’s late; you need to rest,” you said with firmness and tenderness, trying to balance your concern with the need to allow her well-deserved rest.

With a soft smile, you leaned in once more and gave her one last kiss on the forehead, a gesture that encapsulated all the affection and protection you felt for her. Then, you stepped back, giving her space to settle into bed.

As Helaena lay down, her eyes remained fixed on you, as if expecting you to stay a moment longer. You lingered in the room a little while more, ensuring she was comfortably settled before finally making your way to the door.

You walked through the castle’s empty corridors, the echo of your heels resonating in the silence. As you passed the throne room, you noticed Aemond, standing still in front of the throne, his figure silhouetted against the cold stone of the room. His upright posture and the way he contemplated the empty chair denoted an unusual intensity.

“What a strange man,” you thought, with a mix of curiosity and perplexity, as you continued on your way, trying not to interrupt whatever he was doing.

However, as if sensing your presence with sharp precision, Aemond turned abruptly, his eye fixed on you with an intensity that almost seemed to cut through the air.

“Milady,” he greeted, his voice rough and cold, resonating in the vast silence of the throne room.

“Prince Aemond,” you replied, inclining your head slightly in respect. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your moment of reflection. I’d better leave.”

“No, it’s alright,” Aemond said, his tone taking on a more urgent note. “In fact, I wanted to speak with you.”

He approached you with determined steps, his gaze steady and persuasive. “There’s a matter I need to discuss, and your perspective would be of great help.”

You halted your steps, and although you felt somewhat uneasy by his closeness, you decided to listen. “What is it about?”

You remained composed as he approached, his presence heightening the already tense atmosphere. Aemond continued, “Helaena should consider using Dreamfire in the next battle. Her dragon could be a decisive factor.”

The comment surprised you. “Are you suggesting we pressure Helaena to participate in the battle? You know she doesn’t have the same strength to face these situations. Forcing her to do something like that could be harmful.”

Aemond frowned, his expression hardening. “War isn’t a game of choices. If Helaena refuses to use her dragon, we’ll lose a crucial advantage. We can’t afford that weakness.”

“I understand the urgency,” you responded firmly, “but I won’t force Helaena to act against her will. She’s already under great emotional pressure. My loyalty lies with her, and I can’t allow her to be subjected to more stress.”

Aemond looked at you, his face showing a trace of frustration. “This isn’t just about personal comfort. She must contribute to the common effort, and her feelings shouldn’t put our lives at risk. If she’s not willing

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sophistired18 · 6 months ago

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Random kryk hcs bc why not!

-Kuroo definitely fell first but kenma was the one who pointed it out: "Kuro, for hating this guy as much as you do, you sure don't shut up about him"

-Kuroo feels betrayed by his keen observation skills bc now he cant help but notice how yaku's eyebrows scrunch when he's frustrated or how his tongue sticks out when he's focused. The worse thing is he can't help but think its cute. This puts him in a dilemma bc this is the guy he's supposed to hate.

-yaku on the otherhand can't help but think kuroo is an absolute jerk who won't leave him alone. (He eventually thinks of kuroo as a close friend, but he's still both of these things)

-I've already said this before, but they definitely always sat together on the bus (kai never wanted to get in between them)

-When they got in a relationship, they never told kai but they knew he definitely knew. (They both had cleanup duty after class and Kai was wondering what was taking them so long. He found them kissing in the class and he just sighed turned around and acted like he saw nothing)

-Yaku's toes get cold at night, so he shoves them between kuroos legs

-Kuroo loves kissing yaku's freckles. (It was the biggest revelation to him when he saw yaku's freckles all over his body when they were changing in the lockeroom first year. He has never been the same since and now he makes sure to let yaku know how much he loves them)

-Kryk didn't like their seniors much, so when they were becoming 3rd years, they talked abt what they were going to do better. Kai suggested they do a team morale kind of thing, so kuroo and yaku nerded out and made up the "we are blood" anthem in chem class

-Yaku likes pulling down Kuroos tie to kiss him. Kuroo is a masochist so he doesn't complain abt the neck pain

-Although one time when they were secretly making out in a cramped storage closet for like 20 minutes, kuroo came out of it with his neck sore since it was super uncomfortable bending down for so long in a tight space (he beared with it bc of the heat of the moment but now it was really catching up to him). Yaku refused to kiss him for 4 days until he caved to Kuroos pleads that 'it didn't hurt that bad'

-Kuroo gets jealous easily, but he never thought it would ever be towards the team. Usually he's chill and only ever treats his juniors well (for the most part) but one time when they were all changing in the lockeroom, Lev saw a big freckle on yaku's back and poked at it out of curiosity (bc he's an idiot) and yaku shrieked and proceeded to scold at him. Something in kuroo snapped (bc he's the only one who can touch yaku's freckles) and he was extra strict and relentless on correcting Lev's blocking. This made everyone alittle confused on his behavior, not bc Lev didn't deserve it (he needs to get better anyways) but bc he was acting differently: "Hey, don't you think Kuroo-san is acting a bit harsher to Lev than usual? Its like he and Yaku-san switched places..."

-When Yaku gets jealous, he's more silent about it and refuses to admit it, usually he acts like nothing is wrong. But kuroo knows that a silent yaku definitely means something is wrong so he pokes and pries until yaku finally decides to tell him. Eventually they get better at communicating this.

-Yaku is usually more reluctant on physical affection, but when he makes the first move, kuroo swears his heart will explode

-Sometimes Yaku nonchalantly says blunt compliments to Kuroo without realizing what he said: "We should come to this beach again. I like how the sunset looks on the water. It reminds me of your eyes" and kuroo will just sit in confused shock and fluster. Yaku will ask him what's wrong and Kuroo will be like "DID YOU JUST COMPARE MY EYES TO THE SUNSET??" and then its yaku's turn to fluster and try to take back what he said. (Yaku's bluntness is his greatest weapon that just so happens to stab him in the back too)

- Yaku gets fixated on Kuroos slender hands and when their fingers are interlocked, he'll complain that it shouldn't be possible his hands are that big compared to his and kuroo will just say "maybe its just that your hands are too small" and then yaku bites his finger

- Yaku also always steals a bite of food from his friends or juniors, which makes kuroo realize Yaku doesn't really steal his food and when he offers yaku his food, yaku usually declines. This makes kuroo get a little sad and he offhandedly brought it up to kenma who just looked at him weird: "Kuro, usually people get sad when other people steal their food, not the other way around." Kuroo had enough and decided to confront yaku about why he never steals his food, and yaku just says "Because you have the worst taste in food" and kuroo just sulks. Yaku just laughs at him until he finally admits the truth: "You big idiot, why would I wanna steal from the person I love?" (Kuroo doesn't get upset anymore but he always gets super happy now whenever yaku accepts food he offers to him)

- Yaku's favorite spot to sleep is on Kuroo's chest, and its the only time he'll acknowledge the fact that he appreciates their height difference so that he can feel kuroo's limbs totally surround him when theyre cuddling. He'll definitely never admit that to kuroo though.

For timeskip i have a ton of diff hcs on how they navigate that, but lemme know if anyone's interested in hearing me ramble abt that!

#kuroyaku #kryk #yaku morisuke #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu #hcs #headcanon #i like to think about them a small amount #i decided to not put in any angsty hcs bc im feeling nice today #they are married your honor #they will eventually divorce your honor #and then theyll get married again your honor #kenma is so done with kuroos shit #kai is done with both of their shit #rip lev #i love how all yaku lovers agree he has freckles

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silviakundera · 7 months ago

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My fascination with Li Rong & Pei Wenxuan's original timeline continues... novel snippets

(good times)

Li Rong did remember Pei Wenxuan's youthfulness.

Although it had been many years, she still remembered the first time the two of them kissed, Pei Wenxuan's cautious and panic-stricken appearance.

At the beginning, it was just a light touch of lips to lips, only feeling a little soft, but nothing else, not as mysterious as the rumors.

Later on, it was reckless and clumsy, with a little more desire, but Li Rong didn't feel much pleasure either, just a couple, just married, coping.

But her coping fell into the eyes of Pei Wenxuan, who had always been a good student and had learned to do her make-up and eyebrows for her, and would not fail to do so.

It was a funny thing to think about, but he was not ashamed to ask, and it really gave him a way out.

He could do a dozen types of make-up for Li Rong.

He could also, with a single kiss, give Li Rong the ultimate pleasure on earth.

(a covenant)

Li Rong slowly calmed down at his words, such encounters were not new, she had experienced them countless times in her previous life, yet it had been many years since she had been tied together with Pei Wenxuan in such a way, living and dying together.

She could not help but look at Pei Wenxuan, sizing up the young man in his early twenties in front of her. Pei Wenxuan was leaning against the table, looking out of the window at the people coming and going, seemingly thinking about something, he noticed Li Rong's eyes and turned his head to look at Li Rong, seeing Li Rong gazing at him, he could not help but smile: "What is Your Highness looking at me for?"

"I just remembered," Li Rong smiled up, "it seems like the first time we did things like now."

"The first year we were married, we were quite close," Li Rong tapped her fan on her hand and turned her head to look out of the window with a bit of nostalgia, "but we were still young and ignorant of the affairs of the court, and we had never encountered such a big event."

"Later on, when things came up, you and I were already quarrelling a lot, and the only time I was touched by you was in prison. I thought at the time that you would abandon Chuan'er and I and defect to Concubine [Ruo]," Li Rong said and couldn't help but look over again, laughing, "Why didn't you run away then?"

Pei Wenxuan was silent, Li Rong didn't care much, and then added, "Later we couldn't say we were on good terms, defensive on one side and helpful on the other. It was never as cordial as it is now."

"What if I told you that I never wanted to give up on you?"

Li Rong looked up in surprise and saw Pei Wenxuan looking at her calmly, "The covenant you and I made in the last life, I never broke it."

So that year, when Li Chuan abolished the crown prince and Li Rong was imprisoned, he was in a high position and never thought of defecting to others.

Subconsciously, even though he had been arguing with Li Rong for years, he chose without hesitation to go to the prison in the first instant and watch that person make a promise to wait for him to return.

Li Rong couldn't speak, her eyelashes trembling slightly as Pei Wenxuan smiled, "We've been through so many trials, isn't it only right that you trust me in this life?"

(regrets)

"I remember once in the tenth year of Kangping, you and I went to the Ministry of Punishment together." Li Rong leaned against Pei Wenxuan and listened to him talk about the past, "you watched the execution of the prisoner, I saw your hands shaking, you hid your hands in your sleeves and curled them on the handrail so that no one would notice, you kept that position for all afternoon.

"I don't remember."

"Then you came out and threw up, Su Rongqing stood by your side and kept calming you down, bringing you tea and water."

Li Rong did not speak, she listened quietly, then she heard Pei Wenxuan say, "When I came back that day, I kept thinking that I should have pulled you, should have lit incense, should have talked to you, maybe you would have been much better."

"In my last life there were many things I didn't do well and didn't do."

Pei Wenxuan said, looking down at Li Rong: "In this life, if there is anything I didn't do well, Your Highness remember to talk to me."

Li Rong leaned in quietly and listened to his heartbeat. Pei Wenxuan was puzzled, "Your Highness?"

"Very well."

(a second chance)

Li Rong did not say anything, and Pei Wenxuan laughed lightly, "If that is the case, Your Highness must be blaming herself."

"You go out!"

"Guess so." Pei Wenxuan got happy, Li Rong squeezed her pen tighter and stared at him warningly, Pei Wenxuan laughed out loud and shook his head somewhat helplessly. "You," he said, he reached out his hand and took the person in his arms.

This was something she had never experienced before.

In her last life, when she was young with Pei Wenxuan, she was rarely involved in political affairs. Later on, the two of them also went their separate ways, and when it came to sad matters, it was good if this person did not mock. When was there such a gentle time.

Li Rong leaned against his chest and he did not say anything. After holding the person quietly for a moment, he said in a slow voice, "Your Highness is not happy, so talk to me about it."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"In my last life, when you were sick, I went to ask the doctor," Pei Wenxuan wrapped his arms around the person in his arms. Remembering the last days of his last life, he couldn't help but soften his tone, "The doctor said you were depressed and worried too much, in your last life you were a bored gourd, no one listened to you. Now I am here, can't you talk about it? Can't you still talk about it?"

Li Rong leaned against Pei Wenxuan, she closed her eyes for a long time before saying, "I thought you would have wanted me to die back then."

"I did think so when we were arguing," Pei Wenxuan laughed, "but when I thought about it, I felt a bit sad, thinking that you, an old demon, should live a long life."

When Li Rong heard this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, and when Pei Wenxuan heard her laugh, he knew she was happy. He thought for a moment and bowed his head, "Your Highness, in this life, you really must live a long life."

In her last life she had been in poor health since then, and when winter came she was on her death bed, and he sometimes went to see her and heard the news that she was ill. And he was standing at the door talking to her about the dynasty, listening to her coughing intermittently.

He did not want to go through this again; he wanted to live this life with Li Rong, to live to old age, and to be at peace, unstained by illness.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but hug Li Rong a few points tighter, Li Rong sensed his emotions, she leaned against him and after a long time, said in a slow voice, "Pei Wenxuan, what use do you think the princess has?"

Pei Wenxuan took her in his arms and listened quietly, Li Rong was still a bit raw when it came to these things, but she leaned against this man and heard him say that he wanted her to have a good life, so she didn't hold back and opened her mouth.

"Xun Chuan asked me how it could be so difficult to ask for a fair share of justice, something that should be in the world. In fact, I think she asked a childish question, there is no real justice in this world, but when she asked me that, I was sad. Do you think I am the one who is childish?"

Li Rong said, and couldn't help but laugh, "What business is it of mine about these things? She is a teenager, she should be naive, how can I be upset by all this when I am so old?"

Pei Wenxuan did not say anything, he took a moment and then slowly said, "Your Highness, do you remember, when I sent Yang Lie out, you asked me: you said that when I was young I also wanted the common people to have a better life, but in the end I still fought with you for my personal rights. I did not argue with Your Highness at that time; in fact, I was afraid that Your Highness would laugh at me."

Li Rong listened to these words and raised her eyes to look at him, a little strange. Pei Wenxuan looked at the eighteen-year-old girl, he gently laughed, "In fact, I am also several dozen years old, and my heart is also the same as your highness."

"When I see injustice, my heart will be sad."

"When I see people displaced, my heart breaks."

"When I see soldiers fighting in the sands and not returning, I wonder when there will be peace and prosperity and when we can live in peace."

"Of course I am not a saint or a good person, I also want to live, and live well, and have peace and stability for my family before I think about this. Even I am much more cowardly than Your Highness, and I am much more concerned about gains and losses."

Pei Wenxuan said, and sighed, "Just like that case of the Su family back then, I also felt it was inappropriate, but I didn't dare to dissuade it like Your Highness did, for fear of losing His Majesty's heart. In the end, it was only because I saw that His Majesty had developed guilt and was afraid that something would really happen to Her Highness that I went to persuade His Majesty."

"I didn't dare to tell anyone about this, especially not Your Highness, for fear that Your Highness would laugh at me."

"What is there to laugh at?" Li Rong said, "It's good that you have a good heart."

"So," Pei Wenxuan turned to her and returned her words to her, "it's good that Your Highness has a good heart."

Li Rong froze, and only then did she realise that Pei Wenxuan had gone round and round in circles, but was actually advising her.

#cdrama #the grand princess #the princess royal #yall mousie has a decent mtl copy of the novel #beg her #its soooooooooo good #like 😭😭😭#its hilarious that with this half-ass translation the story is this memorable #its a crime i will never see a formal eng translation

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mimisempai · 6 months ago

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The greatest gift of all

Summary

Crowley has had to resign himself to spending his birthday in the airport coffee shop because of bad weather, but he meets a companion of misfortune.

Are a few hours spent together in a waiting room enough to change an entire life?

Notes

I am fan of aiport meet-cute, so here you go. Hope you'll enjoy it!

On Ao3

Rating G - 2945 words

Crowley could have raged at the airline for not wanting to take any risks, at the bad weather and even at this damned conference,

but he knew he wouldn't change a thing; he was stuck in the airport coffee shop and he'd better make this night of waiting productive, his arrival in time for his own birthday party now definitely in jeopardy. He'd already phoned his sibling and his ears were still ringing from their protests and complaints. He took another sip of his coffee and told himself that at least he'd been lucky enough to get a good seat, meaning a comfortable seat and, most importantly, a seat with phone and computer connections that would allow him to work on his next conference.

Besides, there was something comforting about the fact that he wasn't the only one in this situation. Not long after he'd settled in, he'd seen a man rush in who seemed at least as relieved as Crowley to find a place similar to his own.

Crowley hadn't noticed him at all, not his sparkling eyes, his devastating smile, or the slightly tousled light hair that gave him a charming air. Nor had he noticed the way he moved, as if he were dancing all the time, drawing the eye to a body that was not without its charms.

Of course, Crowley hadn't noticed any of this, because Crowley wasn't that shallow.

That didn't stop him from occasionally looking up from his laptop to sneak a peek at the other man. After an hour, he even found it amusing that although they didn't speak, they shared a kind of bond, displaying the same facial expressions when a child was too noisy or when a customer expressed his displeasure too loudly. Crowley began to think, absurdly, that he had a connection with this man. And even more absurdly, he found himself wanting to make that connection, but he thought about the circumstances, the "ifs" and "hows," and decided to forget about it. After all, since when did Crowley approach strangers out of nowhere?

So he focused on his laptop screen and continued working.

A few minutes later, however, he was pulled out of his concentration not by the other man, but by an old lady who entered the cafe, desperate for a place to charge her cell phone - since when do old people have cell phones - and who said she was trying to contact her family. She trudged from table to table, exhaustion written all over her face. Sighing, Crowley was about to get up and offer her his seat when he saw that the light-haired man had beaten him to it and was offering the old lady his seat with a kind smile. He even went so far as to help her settle in, not leaving with his belongings until he was sure the old lady was comfortable.

Crowley wasn't particularly sociable and generally minded his own business, but the way the other man had behaved with the old lady had touched him, and he surprised himself by raising his hand to wave as the other man made his way to the counter.

When the light-haired man's eyes fell on Crowley, he motioned for him to come closer. The other man looked surprised - pleasantly surprised, Crowley hoped - and a broad smile appeared on his face, revealing dimples that renewed Crowley's interest.

When the man reached him, he said in a low voice that sounded slightly amused, "Hello, there."

He was exactly what Crowley had imagined.

Pointing to the seat in front of him, Crowley said, "I thought maybe you could sit here and we could share this prized possession. Then, holding out his hand, he added, "Anthony Crowley."

The man took Crowley's hand and squeezed it firmly as he replied, "Aziraphale Fell." Somehow his fingers seemed to brush Crowley's wrist for a moment, their hands lingering as their gaze remained fixed, then he added with a gentle smile, "Thank you for your generosity."

"Well, you were the one who was generous to the old lady in the first place."

"Oh, that hardly counts."

"It counted for her."

Crowley leaned over to push his luggage away, making room for Aziraphale to sit across from him. The man pulled out a spiral notebook, pencil, and eraser, which he placed on the table, then settled more comfortably into his seat and asked with a smile far too charming for Crowley's peace of mind, "So, Anthony, may I offer you a cup of coffee by way of thanks? "

"With pleasure, Aziraphale."

Aziraphale's eyes lit up and Crowley denied any feeling of butterflies in his stomach. A feeling he found hard to deny as it grew in the hours that followed.

Crowley had never realized how much truth there was in the saying that time flies when you're in good company. For time had flown with Aziraphale.

His companion was funny and witty, and Crowley wasn't sure if what amazed him most was the way Aziraphale showed his emotions so openly, the way they talked as if they'd known each other all their lives, or the way Aziraphale touched him so easily when he wanted to back up his words with a gentle squeeze of his hand or arm. Or now, the way Aziraphale slipped in next to him so they didn't have to speak loudly, the way he touched his thigh or leaned his head against him when he laughed out loud.

They spent the whole time discussing movies, literature, music, the conference Crowley had attended, the art exhibition Aziraphale had to go to, all the while commenting on the customers passing through the coffee shop. It was honestly one of the best evenings Crowley had spent since... well, that said a lot about him that he couldn't even remember ever having such a good time.

Aziraphale had at one point joked that their meeting was worthy of one of those rom-coms Crowley had said he loved so much, and Crowley found himself thinking the same thing as time went on.

After the coffee shop closed, they stayed together and tacitly made their way to an empty waiting room with deckchairs and blankets. In the half-light, they moved the chairs closer together and, lying down and covering themselves, continued to talk, broaching more personal subjects, feeling, without really understanding why, more and more at ease with each other.

Aziraphale spoke of always feeling different, apart, not always in tune with the people of his generation, of his not always happy childhood between an unloving father and a mother who died too soon, but he had also spoken with such joy of his bookshop, the street it was on, all his shopkeeper friends who had replaced his absent family and accepted him as he was. In response, Crowley had spoken of his adoptive sibling, Muriel, of their close relationship because they were both orphans, of his passion for the stars and the joy of making it his profession, of his odd passion for ducks, and had been surprised once again that Aziraphale had listened to him seriously and not once made fun of what he had said.

They both spoke of their loneliness and lack of a stable relationship, finding another common ground, another connection.

Then, without realizing it, lulled by the soft whisper of Aziraphale's voice, the warmth of his body that he could feel radiating from him, and his soothing presence, Crowley had fallen asleep.

He was awakened by the sensation of a brush on his forehead and a small pressure on his shoulder as his companion said softly, "Anthony...wake up."

The smell of coffee reaching his nostrils completed his awakening. He looked at his watch, shocked that he had slept for almost an hour. He'd never let his guard down like that, let alone with someone he'd just met. It spoke volumes about how quickly his feelings for his new friend were growing.

He straightened in his chair and took the steaming mug Aziraphale handed him with a gentle smile.

"I couldn't sleep, so I got us this."

Crowley asked in surprise, "You were awake the whole time?"

Aziraphale nodded.

Crowley smiled and said approvingly, "You really are an angel, first the old lady you gave up your seat to, then offering me coffee and watching over my sleep.

"The sight was pleasant," Aziraphale replied in deflection, clearly embarrassed by the compliment, before adding teasingly, "but the snoring was quite unbearable."

Crowley exclaimed, "What?! But I don't sno-" he paused as Aziraphale burst out laughing.

"I changed my mind, you're a little devil."

He joined in his new friend's laughter when suddenly they were both interrupted by the voice from the loudspeakers.

The air traffic will resume shortly.

Flight XXX to Glasgow Airport will be boarding in 30 minutes, please proceed to the gate.

Flight XXX to Cardiff Airport will be boarding in 45 minutes, please proceed to the gate.

They didn't listen as all traces of joy disappeared from their faces along with their laughter, for it was their respective flights that had just been announced. With a single movement, they began to pack their belongings, put their coats back on, and found themselves face to face, unable to say a word, unable to make a gesture. Unable to take their eyes off each other.

Aziraphale was the first to break contact, glancing at their belongings. "I can watch your stuff if you still want to go to the restroom."

Crowley nodded and agreed. Anything to prolong the connection.

In the restroom, he took the opportunity to freshen up while he debated what to do. Aziraphale was charming, attractive, witty and intelligent. Not perfect, no, but perfect for Crowley, if he was honest with himself. They both lived in London, so distance wouldn't be a problem.

Aziraphale had awakened a hope in him that he hadn't felt in a long time, and he felt that this budding relationship, if you can call it that, had great potential. He looked in the mirror and laughed to himself, there was nothing between them and it was almost as if he was already planning their life together. He didn't even know if Aziraphale was interested in him.

Wasn't it crazy to consider a relationship with someone you'd only known for a few hours?

But he found it hard to ignore the feeling of what if... what if he too had a right to happiness and he was letting it pass him by, what if this was his chance and he was letting it pass him by?

Was it worth the risk?

Was Aziraphale worth taking a risk, this time completely recklessly?

Crowley didn't have to think long to know the answer.

The answer was yes.

Determined, he pulled out one of the business cards he always carried and a pen. He scribbled his personal number and hesitated a bit before adding, "Call me."

When Crowley arrived at the entrance to the waiting room, he saw Aziraphale sitting there, staring at his phone, looking slightly dejected, which made Crowley's heart race with the hope that maybe Aziraphale was in the same frame of mind as he was.

When he saw him, Aziraphale smiled, not as brightly as before, but genuinely. He stood and waited for Crowley to join him when the loudspeaker called for the passengers to reboard the plane.

They approached each other, both visibly hesitant, neither willing to say the words that would end their encounter.

Aziraphale muttered, "Oh, damn... " then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Crowley, pulling him close.

Startled, Crowley froze, then exhaled in relief as he wrapped his arms around Aziraphale.

Aziraphale murmured against his chest, "Happy birthday, Anthony."

"Thank you, Aziraphale."

Crowley discreetly slipped the card into Aziraphale's coat pocket, then they stepped back and it was all over.

Crowley turned to pick up his luggage, grabbing his laptop bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Aziraphale had done the same and now he was dancing from one foot to the other, hesitating.

He looked so adorable that it filled Crowley with a foolish surge of confidence and before he could think, he was leaning over the other man and brushing his mouth over his lips in a chaste kiss.

"Goodbye, Aziraphale."

As he walked away, Crowley couldn't help but look back one last time to see that Aziraphale was still watching him and had brought his fingers to the lips Crowley had just kissed.

Crowley refrained from running toward him and continued walking. But as the distance between them grew, he felt his confidence evaporate like snow in the sun. He tried not to think about the other man as he crossed the airport. He tried not to wonder if Aziraphale would call him, and if so, when. Finally, he found his seat and, after putting his things away, made himself comfortable. That's when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Heart beating a little faster, he looked at the screen.

The number was unknown.

Look in the front pocket of

your laptop bag.

The "A" immediately told him who it was. He did as the message instructed and was surprised to find a small package where it said. Inside was a small porcelain angel attached to a ring. Crowley had compared Aziraphale to an angel earlier, so Aziraphale had probably bought it in the souvenir shop next to the waiting room while Crowley was in the restroom.

There was a small tag around the angel's neck with some words scribbled on it, Crowley looked closer. " So that you'll remember me."

Crowley felt the butterflies come back.

He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed the number, knowing his time was running out and not wanting to wait until he reached his destination to talk to Aziraphale.

He didn't even have time to get a word in before Aziraphale spoke up, "So can we talk before our planes take off? And maybe plan an evening for me to take you out to dinner when we're both back in London? In four or five days? As soon as you get back. Unless you'd rather wait-"

"Aziraphale!

"Huh? What?"

"Breathe..."

Crowley smiled at the sound of embarrassed laughter on the other end of the line, then assured Aziraphale that yes, they could meet. Absolutely. Without a doubt. The conversation was easy and full of eagerness to see each other again, to have another date - a real first date, something they both wanted. They talked for nearly half an hour before Crowley's flight took off. Aziraphale promised to text Crowley when he landed, and Crowley promised to do the same.

As they hung up, they both thought that their meeting was truly worthy of a romantic comedy.

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A year later, to the day, Crowley and Aziraphale sat comfortably together on a sofa, watching television without actually seeing it.

On the coffee table in front of them were the remains of a birthday cake and two glasses of champagne.

Crowley lay with his head in Aziraphale's lap while one of Aziraphale's hands rested on his hip and the other was buried in his red hair.

Crowley sighed contentedly and murmured, "We couldn't have settled down like this a year ago."

Aziraphale chuckled softly, "Well, we hardly knew each other," he brushed back a strand of Crowley's hair and continued, "Strange birthday, wasn't it?"

Crowley straightened up a little until he was almost sitting on his lover's lap. Then he wrapped his arms around Aziraphale's neck as Aziraphale's hands slid to his hips. He leaned forward and murmured against his lover's lips, "Best birthday ever, until this one, obviously."

He closed the distance and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's in a tender kiss.

Nothing could be truer. For a long time, Crowley had resigned himself to ending up alone. But a year ago, fate had put this man in his path, and what he'd thought was impossible had become his daily routine.

He no longer stayed at work because all that awaited him was a cold apartment; now he couldn't wait to get home, to Aziraphale's bookshop.

Living with his lover had been so easy. It was as if they both clicked. Each brought the missing piece to the other.

Only one thing remained.

Three words Crowley hadn't said.

Three words he had felt for a long time.

Three words he wanted to say now.

Aziraphale pulled him out of his thoughts by saying with a small smile on his lips, "You did get a little birthday present that day though, didn't you?"

"You mean this little trinket?"

Aziraphale replied with a knowing look, "That little trinket with the keys to your precious Bentley hanging on it? I think you must like it a little to have hung it there."

Crowley replied casually: "It's the one who put it in my pocket that I love."

Aziraphale tensed a little before pulling back to meet Crowley's gaze, "...you... ?"

"Yes."

Crowley swallowed once and repeated clearly, "I love you, Aziraphale, my airport angel."

Aziraphale's smile widened, and then he cupped Crowley's face in his hands, brought it close to his own, and whispered, "I love you, too," before capturing his lips in a long kiss that went on and on, breaking only to reaffirm their love before kissing again.

They both smiled blissfully when they finally parted long enough to catch their breath and then Crowley cuddled up to Aziraphale, who wrapped his arms around him as he gently kissed his lover's hair before whispering, "Happy birthday, my love."

Crowley could only nod against his lover's warm embrace.

Yes, it was the happiest of birthdays.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #human AU #meet-cute

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mpregandproud · 5 months ago

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Isaac II (Part 9)

After giving birth I was exhausted and fell asleep. A few hours later Isaac appeared in the room accompanied by our children and Lucas and Adam's children. Everyone gasped at the sight of little Andrew, Adam, Jon and Michael. Especially sensitive were Patrick and his boyfriend Isaac, a month away from being due with their pregnancies this welcome has really touched them deeply. They both looked at each other a lot, with the children in their arms, and were teary-eyed with emotion.

After a video call with the rest of the siblings who were at the university, not so with Sandra who showed no signs of life, Isaac and I stayed with dads-to-be Patrick and Isaac Jr.

“How are you guys feeling?”, I asked them.

“We are very tense and nervous. In 5 weeks we are going to go from two to seven. I don't know if we're ready”, Isaac said.

“I'm a nervous wreck. I think seeing my newborn brothers made me aware of what's to come”, Patrick added.

“One is never prepared for childbirth, I tell you from experience, and I've been through six already”, I told them.

“You guys are brave. You could have decided not to go through with this and you're facing it with positivity and a lot of strength, that's what's important”, said my husband Isaac.

“Does it hurt a lot, Dad?” asked Patrick worriedly.

“Very much. I can't tell you in words how much it hurts to give birth. But the experience of being a father is like nothing else”, I myself was crying with emotion as I said these words. “It is something you will remember for a lifetime, and it will be with you forever. I don't know if you will be together forever, but those children inside you will unite you forever. It will change your lives forever. You are about to live a unique experience”, I told them.

The next few days were absolute chaos. Between taking care of the newborn babies, the postpartum pains and the craziness that was going on at home with all the crazy kids with Patrick and Isaac in the final stretch of their pregnancy made those days crazy. We still hadn't heard from Sandra, who we hadn't been able to contact for a few weeks.

“I'm worried about Sandra, will they be okay”, I asked Isaac one night while breastfeeding Jon.

“We have had no news of accidents or disasters from South Africa, nothing to indicate that anything serious has happened to them, hopefully in a few days we will be able to talk to them”, Isaac said. He was basically right, as we had no indication that anything had happened to them.

It took three more days before we heard from Sandra. Cal sent us a message with a picture. “We are fine, don't worry. We have been very busy with little Samba. Meet our son, yes, I said it right, it's a boy. Although we were told it was going to be a girl it is seen that in the family we have a propensity to have boys”.

With the peace of mind of knowing that Sandra, Cal and little Samba were well, I was able to rest completely. A rest that I urgently needed. Almost two weeks after giving birth I had hardly slept, so with the peace of mind of the news I could finally sleep soundly.

But it's not quite quiet in this house. After seven hours of sleep, not enough for what I needed, I was awakened by screams I heard across the hall. I ran out of the room and saw Patrick scared out of his mind and wetting his pants. “Son, tell me you didn't pee your pants”, I said, ‘Dad, I think I'm in labor!’ he stammered.

I put him in the car and we sped off to the hospital. I alerted Isaac to leave the kids with my sister Esther and to come to the hospital. I tried to call Lucas, Adam and his son Isaac, but found no response. A pained Patrick was trying to engage him in conversation as well, but the attempts were fruitless. “Dad, I don't want to give birth if Isaac is not with me, how can he miss the birth of his children?” he would say to me in desperation. “Don't worry, honey, we'll get him. He'll be with you in the delivery room”, I tried to calm him down.

We arrived at the hospital and rushed into the emergency room. There stood Adam and Lucas with the phone in their hands. “Patrick! Thank goodness, Isaac has gone into labor, you have to go in with him, he didn't let us in so you could join him, hurry up”, Adam told him, clearly not noticing that the young man was in full labor as well. “Nurse, his boyfriend is already here, but I think you'll have to take him in on a stretcher, he's in labor too!” said Lucas, who has always been more observant.

Patrick was taken to the delivery room and I stayed with Lucas and Adam. The three of us, and Isaac who arrived 20 minutes later, were taken to a room with two large beds in the wing of the hospital dedicated to new mothers. “Have you ever gotten to give birth in a hospital, Dan?” asked Lucas. “Yes, when I gave birth to Tom and Hugo's triplets, the only time I've ever had a slow enough labor to get to the hospital in time”.

The wait was taking forever. We had been in the room for six hours already and the boys hadn't arrived. “It's normal for first timers”, Dr. Caroline told us at one point as she reached over to reassure us. “They usually go into labor very quickly, but then they have a hard time finishing it. Besides, your children are pregnant with three and two boys, boys of considerable size, are still going to be a long time coming”, I don't know if her visit reassured us or made us even more impatient, but I didn't know what to do.

“I remember when you went into labor with Daniel and Isaac we were out of town and had to race like we were in a race car to get to your house”, Lucas began to tell us. “I don't think we ever told you that day we got caught by 5 traffic radars and got 3 speeding tickets, but it was worth it. I think it's the most beautiful experience of our lives, and we owe it to both of you”, added Adam.

“Have you two thought about having more children after the quadruplets?” asked Adam two hours after sharing anecdotes of his children's pregnancy and delivery. “I'd love to say no, we're not having any more children, but that's what I said after we had the sextuplets and you see us”, I said resignedly. “I do want to have more children,” Isaac stated. “Really, you don't have enough with 16 kids and six grandkids?” hesitated Lucas. “Yes, that's an awful lot of kids, I'm not going to lie, but I think there's nothing I love more than seeing Dan pregnant with my kids. I know it's selfish and this will have to be up to him to decide as the one who would be gestating these children, but yes I would love to be a father again. I grew up in a very small family and saw my classmates who had many siblings and cousins, I wanted that too, but I could never have it. When I found out I was gay I thought my dream would never come true. But as an adult I've gotten a huge family that I love madly thanks to this amazing man who has made my dream come true, so why not keep going while we can”, Isaac acknowledged.

I won't lie if I say I haven't had a good time during my pregnancies, but with our age and all the babies we have around the house, I don't know if I'd want to try to get pregnant. “I don't know if I'd want to try to get pregnant again, although I'd be open to having more children if that's what luck wanted”, I admitted out loud. “And thanks to you for making me live this experience all these times, Isaac, you have discovered a side of my life that I never imagined and that I love deeply”, I gave my husband a little kiss.

Two and a half hours later Isaac and Patrick arrived in the room, both with exhausted faces and without their huge pregnant bellies, although both had flabby bellies that undoubtedly showed the process they had gone through. Patrick was accompanied by two boys, Anton and Ian. Isaac came with Benji, Liam and Zach. The babies were the perfect mix of the two of them.

“Guys, congratulations to both of you on becoming parents. We know life won't be easy for the two of you from now on, so the four of us have been talking and we've bought you a little house near our homes so you'll have your own space to grow your children together”, Adam began. “But there are strings attached”, Isaac added. “You are both hired in our store so that you can earn money and provide for your children, you are responsible for them from now on”, Lucas said. “And, one more condition, we introduce you to your friend the condom -I said taking a condom out of my pocket- use them, you are too young to have more children at this point. Do us a favor and don't give us any more grandchildren until a few years have passed, promise?” I finished.

“Oh please, of course we swear”, Isaac said. “The last thing I would want right now is to go through childbirth again. I love you so much Isaac, honey, but I don't want to go through this pain again, at least for now”, Patrick said holding his boyfriend's hand and laughing.

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huivsharik · 27 days ago

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.・°・𝒞𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝒸ℯ .・°・

(🔞❗) Enjoy reading!

On a warm May evening, you do your homework, carefully writing letters. To some extent, completing and completing assignments calmed and relaxed you at the end of a difficult school week.

When you finish the last note, you lean back in your chair to stretch your neck and fingers, and turn your head to the window.

The bright orange light fell on the neighboring houses, the road, the trees, and slowly made its way through the curtains of your room. You're barely smiling, enjoying such a wonderful evening, and the fact that summer holidays are coming in a week. Nothing bothered you anymore, but something still weighed you down, not letting you take a deep breath. Not wanting to spoil your evening, you grab an empty tea glass to go to the kitchen and pour a new one, but before that you decide to go to the open window to breathe in the evening air.

The house was two storeys high, but your room, kitchen and bathroom were on the ground floor.

Cautiously sticking your head out, you break into a smile, and immediately jerk violently, hitting the sash window.

A sharp flash, and the hiss of a spray can, followed by youthful laughter immediately let you know who was hanging around your house.

The reason for your unfortunate collision with the window was Hockstetter with his friend Bowers, and his idiotic habit of igniting gas from a canister, creating a kind of flamethrower.

— Forget about the existence of this house and go where you went, but I still missed you here. — you hiss at them, about to close the window, wanting to hit the guys on the fingers, but stopped.

— You're lucky that we were about to leave, so we wouldn't mind coming in, say.. for a cup of tea. Pat and Henry exchanged glances and just grinned at each other, clearly meaning something of their own.

— Great, have a nice trip. — At the last second, the guys managed to pull their hands away when you slammed the window, and you went to the kitchen to do your own thing, putting the kettle on first.

It took about 20 minutes until, in addition to tea, you decided to cook yourself dinner, in the form of sandwiches with jam.

After washing the dishes, you return to your room to clean the workplace.

— I thought you weren't coming. — Sitting on your bed, propping his head on his hand, Hockstetter was playing with a folding knife, grinning at you who had just entered, who was clearly not happy with his presence.

—Come on, why are you frowning so much?"

— Are you really sick? — you glance at the open window and at the dirty footprints by the window, he still had the brains to fall on your bed in his dirty boots.

Although, it would be amazing if Hocks really took care of it.

— As you know, I would just like to spend time together. His brown eyes drop to the folding knife, which glints in the orange light.

— What time are you talking about together? Pat, this is not funny, get out of the house right now.

Patrick gets up from your bed, and you were about to exhale with relief, but you shouldn't expect anything good or adequate from a bully with always disheveled hair and a manic smile.

He takes a couple of steps to get next to you, without letting go of the knife, now playing right next to your face. Hockstetter was taller than you, which made you look up. Of course, if he's up to something, then you just won't be able to stop him, and the knife in his hand wouldn't let you rest, even if you tried not to show it.

— Come on, just calm down, I won't hurt you. Until you ask, of course.

He giggles, hugging you, and you thought you were imagining it, but he kissed the top of your head, pulling you to the bed.

The Hockstetter sits on the edge, pulling you along. You carefully sat sideways on his lap, avoiding eye contact.

— Don't be afraid of me. I don't want to hurt you right now.

He adjusts a stray lock of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, and touching your cheek, gently presses so that you turn your head and look at him.

Your cheeks instantly burned at the point of contact, but Patrick did not think to stop, sliding his hand over your waist, roughly and forcefully squeezing.

— Shall we try?

The guy insisted , raising his eyebrows.

Pulling up the sleeve of your T-shirt, he drove the cold blade agonizingly slowly over your skin, making every cell in your body tense before he left a cut, but it didn't happen. He watched the steel glisten, glide slowly over your pale skin. Patrick looks up, smiling at the corners of his lips.

You exhale fervently, realizing that this is not the outcome you expected, but some part of your mind wanted to try what Patrick offered.

Nodding uncertainly, you really hoped that your parents would not arrive ahead of time.

Seeing your agreement, even if it wasn't sure enough, was enough for Hockstetter.

He reaches for your lips, kissing them softly, one of his arms hugs your waist, and the other rests on your neck, stroking your thin and sensitive skin, causing goosebumps. Gradually, the innocent and slow kiss turned into a more active and wet one, as saliva began to accumulate profusely due to arousal.

You tremble from the way his hands touch the bare areas of your body, and noticing your sensual reaction to this, he penetrated under your home T-shirt, exploring the curves with hot hands. Biting your lip, he pulls away, finding your eyes, and without breaking eye contact, pulled her up, leaving you naked.

Patrick holds you down and puts you on the pillows, pulling off his trousers now, he does it in a hurry, which makes his hands tremble slightly.

You look at Hockstetter's face with interest, and he, in turn, was quite enthusiastic about the process. Attentive, brown eyes, and eyebrows drawn down to the bridge of the nose. The sight of thin and long fingers made you blush even more.

The buckle of his iron-studded belt clanged, and Pat pulled down his jeans and underwear and pulled off his gray T-shirt.

Meeting your scrutinizing gaze, he grins, picking at the fabric of your panties, and pulls them off you in the same way, running his fingers through the wet folds, half penetrating inside, forcing you to bend over to meet him, and blurt out something indignantly, and then close your eyes in pleasure, allowing him to hear a soft moan.

A feeling unknown to you burns in your chest, you want to snuggle closer to the same heated body of the Hockstetter, but you endure, waiting for his further actions.

He doesn't take long to wait, pulling his fingers out of you, settling right between your legs, and you can feel his cock. Patrick guides him to the entrance, and slowly penetrates inside, making him feel uncomfortable. You think that this feeling will pass soon, but Patrick pushes at full length, knocking unnecessary thoughts out of your head. You cling to his shoulders with your nails, leaving visible marks, and groan loudly from the pain that he just inflicted on you.

—Be patient, kitten. — Hockstetter bends down, kisses you on the forehead, and pushes again, not giving you time to take a break, to get used to the new sensations.

Arrows of heat pass through your body, you breathe heavily, trying to get used to the pain, and gradually you really get used to it, and rough thrusts now bring pleasure.

Patrick picks up the pace, and it's pretty fast, which makes loud moans and hisses come from your lips with each new thrust. You scratched his skin, arched as he panted, moving inside you.

His hand moves to your chest, squeezing painfully, but this pain brings sweet pleasure.

Putting your hand on Patrick's cheek, you reach for his lips, trying to stifle his moans, and he kisses you, biting and sucking on his lips, driving you crazy with every action.

The bed is rhythmically knocking against the wall, and you worry that your moans will not be heard from the street, and that your parents will return ahead of time and find a similar picture.

Throwing your already weakened legs over the Hockstetter's pelvis, you screamed again, arching when you felt him penetrate deeper, at the right angle, and that you were very close to cumming.

Your lips part, you're breathing heavily and you can't control your screams and moans, feeling Hockstetter inside you, and you're ready to beg him to do this to you every single evening, every day of the year.

There seemed to be nowhere to push deeper, but he makes these final thrusts, bringing you to the climax. As if an electric current had been released throughout your body, you tremble for a few seconds, and then go limp under Patrick, while he still continues to move inside you, not leaving your chest alone, then grabbing it with his lips, then with his teeth, roughly sucking.

He left a significant number of marks on your body, in the form of bites and hickeys, which it will not be easy to hide behind a layer of the same foundation. There were maroon marks on her neck, collarbone, and chest, and her lips were slightly swollen, turning cherry red.

Leaving a wet trail with his tongue, Patrick bites your neck, pinching your nipple. You snuggle closer and closer to him until your bodies are completely touching. Pat makes the final thrusts, driving you hard and fast into your own bed, and coming out, he cums on his stomach, exhausted, burying his face in the pillow, next to your face. He was breathing heavily while you ran your fingers through his dark locks and waited patiently for him to get up.

It happened a couple of minutes later, and he got up and started getting dressed while you cleaned up and cleaned up the mess.

Perhaps, to some extent, you wanted him to look after you, but when, before leaving through the window, he kissed you on the corner of your lips, you realized that this was not your last meeting, and you accept his rudeness, because you really like it.

— See you later, kitten.

Patrick holds a cigarette between his lips and lights it up, right in your room, flicking his lighter. The smell of acrid smoke immediately hits his nose, he exhales a cloud, climbing over the window.

You wave your hands in front of your face, trying to dispel the haze and the smell, while Patrick, walking along the path from your house, turns around and smiles.

—The fool.

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Rainy Days | Jeon Jungkook

Based off of Rainy Days by V (obvi lol) Summary: Rainy days I'm thinkin' 'bout you Pairing: f!reader x Jeon Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k~ a/n: This is my second time posting this because it didn't do too well the first time and I was really proud of it so I wanted to give it another shot. Hopefully some of you might give it a chance? Thank you for all of the new readers and thanks especially to the people who joined my Taglist!

Waking up to an empty bed again I'm hit with my new reality. You're gone, and nothing I could've said or done would've changed your mind. Checking my phone I've noticed that I'm always waiting for your call. One that might tell me that you changed your mind, that you're coming home.

One where you ask me to open the door, telling me you want to start over, but it never comes. It's been like this for weeks and yet I'm still reminded of your presence every damn day. Seeing memories of you in every inch of what used to be our home, now feeling incomplete with only myself to reside.

Walking into the kitchen, I'm flooded with the countless time I would find you there, bathed in sunlight dressed in one of my shirts and making us breakfast early in the morning. I would hold your waist from behind, receiving a scolding every time for scaring you. Going to rest and unwind I'm reminded of our nights together, feeling content because after a long and hard day just the thought of holding you close and hearing you laugh was one of the many things about you that would keep me going.

In my art studio, where you would sit as my model and let me keep you as my muse, tracing your every curve and keeping my eyes trained on you to memorize your soft features. On occasion you would find me in there painting something more abstract and that was something that made you laugh the most, saying how silly they looked. I would make them time and time again just to hear you laugh like that everyday.

No matter where I look you're always there, haunting my every thought. What I would give to go back to one of those moments again. To just be in your presence and feel your touch, with your lips on mine and hear you call out my name. Just one more time, one more time to prove myself to you.

But it would never work, no matter how many times I would ask you to come back so we could talk things out you would simply tell me that you don't love me anymore, that you've fallen out of love with me. That's the only excuse you've given me, nothing more, and nothing less. Telling me I did nothing wrong, that I'm still the same man you fell in love with, but that our life together just wasn't enough for you anymore.

I hear a notification come in and see that it's a text from a friend asking if I'll go out for drinks with him but I decline, knowing that it won't do me any good. No matter how many times he's offered, telling me it'll be good to get out and meet new people I always end up saying no. I've come to the conclusion that love just isn't for me, if it's not with you then it doesn't matter. Starting over with someone just seems pointless, spending years with someone, thinking they're the one to just be told that you're not enough. No, that's not something I want to happen to me again.

My attention is brought to the world outside my window, hearing the sounds of rain pitter pattering on the roof above me. Rainy days used to be our favorite, when we had no where to go and we could just stay inside all day. We would always crack a window just so we could hear the rain fall and the thunder rumble. Although you would tell me you weren't afraid, I would still catch you cuddling in closer when the thunder would sound and the lightning would light up the sky.

I thought we had gotten closer lately, that we began to understand each other better. But the day you told me it was over was the day that I realized that it was only me opening up to you, and you just pretended to listen. Thinking back I started to notice your blank stares more, how you would shut down telling me that you were too tired to talk today. Some days it felt like I was living with a stranger the way that you would move around the place avoiding me at every chance you got.

You started spending more time with your new friends and would text me saying that you were coming home late and not to wait up. By the time you would come back I would feel the bed dip alerting me of your arrival but you wouldn't bother to touch me, or even let me know that you got home safe. The next morning I would hear you close the door and receive a text letting me know that you got called into work early and would make excuses that you were putting in some extra work so you could show that you deserved a promotion and that things would go back to normal once you got it.

Yet even when you had gotten it you became more and more distant, saying that there were a lot more responsibilities involved than you had anticipated. But when I would check your social media after you had cancelled another one of our dates I would see how you had spent your night partying and drinking. When I would confront you about it you would tell me that it was work related and that you were required to attend.

Many of those confrontations had ended in fights that would tear us further and further apart. I had decided to give you your space after that and when you would finally talk to me again it felt like you were only doing it because you felt guilty. I would get hopeful, thinking that things had gone back to normal and we could make up for all the time we lost but you would fall back into those habits again once you realized that spending time with me had become pointless.

Towards the end of our relationship you had told me that you were going on a business trip and would be gone for several days. I had sent you off hoping that you would come back and that some time apart might be good for us. On the day that you were supposed to come back I didn't hear a peep from you. I decided that I should check in with you the morning after to just see if you might've gotten in late or if your flight home had gotten delayed and I wouldn't want to add to your stress if that had been the case.

When I had woken up I decided to give you until at least midday until I reached out and when I did, you answered and told me that you weren't coming home. When I had asked why you just said there was nothing left for you there. I had later found out that you had fallen for someone else and you had gone to meet them on your supposed business trip. You told me I didn't need to worry about sending you anything because you already had everything that you needed and to just throw away the rest.

Doing that was one of the harder parts of this breakup. Seeing all the things I had bought you and the clothes you had worn over the years that still held your familiar sent broke me. I had to have that same friend that invited me out come help me clear your stuff out because I couldn't bring myself to do it alone. I kept a few things that I couldn't bare to get rid of, "You sure you want to keep that? I know how much that meant to her, it'll just serve as another reminder of what happened" I nodded my head and set it to the side as well as a few other things before he took a couple of boxes out that held the life we shared together.

Weeks after the breakup I still lived in denial, thinking this was all just a dream, that I would open my eyes and we would still be together. But as the days went by I would wake up time and time again to an empty bed. Reaching my arm out beside me and expecting to feel your warmth were the days that hurt the most. Thinking you would be here in my arms again and that things haven't changed. Then it would all come back and I would feel wide awake when that same reality hit me once more.

The way I'm living isn't healthy and I know that, but I can't seem to drag myself out of this endless loop I've trapped myself in. I'm not sure which one would hurt more, living with the ghost of you or living trying to forget you. That's something I don't think I could bare to find out yet, so I'll just spend those rainy days thinking about you.

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In Bloom Pt. 3

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, little bit of smexy time but pretty tame, mentions of Billy’s abandonment, his nightmares, little bit of angst, and fluff

Word Count: 5.3k-ish

Summary: Part 3 of 3. Reader is curious where Billy brings the bouquet of flowers he buys every week, their relationship progresses and he opens up a little more to her. Previous chapters linked below.

Part 1

Part 2

A/N: This was a fun little series to write. I hope everyone has enjoyed it so far and enjoy the conclusion too, although I do think an epilogue might be in order 😉💐

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“We slept together.” You joked, trying to keep a straight face.

The following Friday, Mr. Campbell asked about your date with Billy just like you knew he would.

“I beg your pardon?!” He yelled.

You started laughing and found it difficult to stop.

“Just sleep, Mr. Campbell…just sleep! There wasn’t any, as you say, ‘funny business’. We had a nice evening out, had one more drink at his place, he ended up reading aloud to me and we both fell asleep.”

Remembering that night brought a smile to your face and you had been out with Billy a couple of times since that night…a coffee date and then he showed up at your office with lunch for the two of you which was just incredibly sweet. You were starting to really fall for him but you still didn’t know much about his past.

“Mr. Campbell, can I ask you something?” You asked.

He looked up from the counter, pushed his glasses up and said “Of course, my dear. What is it?”

“Do…” You paused wondering if you should actually ask the question or keep it to yourself but you went for it anyway. “Do you know anything about Billy’s past? The way he grew up? Anything?”

Mr. Campbell set the flowers that he was holding down on to the counter, he touched your hand as he started to talk.

“My dear, y/n. Billy is a very private person and he doesn’t share that kind of information with me but even if I did know something, I wouldn’t tell you because it’s not my story to tell, right?” He said, rubbing the top of your hand.

Letting out a long exhale, you nodded and said “Yes, I understand. You’re right. I shouldn’t be so nosy but I thought maybe if I knew, I could, I dunno, help?”

“Oh but you are helping, my dear.” He said.

Confused, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“How so?” You asked.

He smiled at you and said. “I’ve never seen him smile like he did earlier when he was here. The smile never left his face when he was talking about you.”

“Really?” You asked with a wide smile.

“Really.” Mr. Campbell said. “Oh and those flowers are already paid for, by the way.”

“Dammit, Billy.” You cursed.

Mr. Campbell went right back to his work on another bouquet.

“He likes you a lot, y/n. He’s never ever talked about a woman before with me and he couldn’t stop talking about you. So be patient, I’m sure he’ll tell you when he’s ready.” He said softly.

“Ok…but I do have ONE more question.” You said.

“What’s that, my dear?” He asked.

“The flowers he buys every week…where does he bring them?” You asked.

Mr. Campbell just smiled a sweet smile at you and said. “I am sworn to secrecy, my dear.”

You were slightly disappointed with his answer but you remembered Mr. Campbell’s words “I’m sure he’ll tell you when he’s ready.”

**********

Mr. Campbell was right. After being together for a few months, Billy did open up a little more to you about never really having a real relationship before because he was told relationships made you weak, they left you vulnerable to attack, and he was convinced if anyone got close to him, they would just leave him anyway.

That one broke your heart most of all but he still didn’t really talk about his childhood, his parents, or the group home.

“Stop paying for my flowers, Billy!” You said with a wide smile.

He smiled back at you and chuckled. “No way, y/n. You’re not the boss of me! Actually…”

Billy paused and crawled over to the other end of the couch where you were sitting with your back against the arm and positioned himself between your legs.

“You are the only person I’d let be the boss of me.” He said with a mischievous grin, hungrily pressing his lips to yours, his cock straining against his pants inaudibly telling you how badly he wanted you.

You were pinned tightly against the arm of the couch, as he eagerly pressed his body against you, tracing his lips from your jawline down your neck and gently biting your pulse point which made your vision blurry.

Only together a few months and he already knew which buttons to push to make you fall apart underneath him.

“Oh really?” You said, breathlessly.

Billy’s strong hands roamed over your body, finding their way under your sweater and his long slender fingers brushed the soft skin above the waist of your jeans.

Lightly touching his forehead to yours, he asked. “What do you want me to do to you, sweet girl?”

Hearing those words escape his lips made you shudder, and caused your knees to tremble. His hips grinding hard against yours while you softly moan against his mouth.

“Ah, ah…use your words, princess.” He shook his finger at you.

Biting back soft whimpers, you answered him.

“I want you to kiss me, Billy.” You said.

As he leaned in to kiss you, you stopped him with your finger resting against his lips. “Not there, handsome.”

He bit down on his lower lip and eyed you up and down.

“I want you to go down further, Billy.” You whispered in his ear.

Billy leaned down to kiss the sculpted hollow of your throat, ghosting your collar bone with his skilled fingers. “Right here?” He asked, softly.

“Hmmmm…Not far enough, baby.” You purred.

Discarding your sweater on the floor, he left you in just a red lace bra on top. His eyes flashed with excitement and you could feel the sly grin he had on his face as his traced his lips in between your breasts and nipped at the soft skin of your stomach.

“What about here?” He asked, pausing just above the button of your jeans.

Strands of his raven colored hair were loosely wrapped around your fingers, as his gaze flicked up to meet yours, still smiling that slightly wicked smile of his.

“You’re getting warmer.” You said with a wicked smile of your own. “You think the panties match the bra?”

“If history has taught us anything baby, I’m sure they don’t.” He chuckled, inching up your body to look into your eyes again.

Raising your eyebrows, you gently pushed him away. “Well you’re going to have to catch me if you wanna find out.”

And you took off toward the bedroom, laughing teasingly. Billy followed close behind and practically tackled you onto the bed, catching you before you fell off.

“I got you, beautiful. I won’t let you fall.” He said, still laughing as he pulled you back over the edge of the bed. “You know I’d never let you fall.” His tone turned serious as he bent down to kiss you again.

“I’ll never let you fall either, Billy.” You said, gently raking your nails against his scalp. “I promise.”

His eyes shined like chips of dark glass after you said that, his mouth slanted over yours as he kissed you harder than he ever had before. You wanted him to believe you, to trust you with his heart that had never known what it meant to be loved. Because you did.

You loved him.

**********

The nightmares were difficult to keep from you. The first time it happened, you didn’t know what was going on or what to do. All you could do was attempt to calm him and reassure him it wasn’t real which seemed to help.

One night in particular was especially frightening. He kept calling out the name “Arthur.” You talked him through it and he was able to go back to sleep. When he brought you your coffee in bed the next morning, you asked him “Billy? Who’s Arthur?”

His body immediately tensed, you noticed the tightening of his jaw and he gnashed his teeth as he asked “Where, uh…where did you hear that name, baby?”

“You called out his name in your sleep last night. You sounded scared.” You brushed his knuckles with your thumb.

“I guess I can’t keep it from you anymore.” Said Billy, shying slightly away from you.

And as the two of you drank your coffee, Billy told you all about Arthur, the Ray of Hope group home and where the large scar on his shoulder came from. You just assumed it came from his time in the service.

After he was finished, he had a hard time looking you in the eyes like he was ashamed. He was afraid you would look at him differently if you knew or you wouldn’t want to be with him anymore.

“I promised you I’d never let you fall, Billy. They weren’t just words…I—I love you.” You had said.

He was speechless. For his entire life, Billy Russo never got close to anyone and never allowed people to get close to him, if he showed his feelings it would make him weak and feel out of control.

After Arthur, he never wanted to not be in control ever again but his heart now belonged to you and he was finally ok with someone else being in possession of it.

Your insides twisted with nausea after saying those three words and you felt the blood drain from your face. Billy closed the distance between you, inching himself closer to you on the bed before pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Resting his forehead against yours, he touched his lips to yours which were trembling because he hadn’t said anything yet.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” He had said, in barely more than a whisper, as you finally stopped holding your breath. “More than anything.”

**********

Five months together with Billy and you had never been happier. He chose you. A man who never tried being in a real relationship, but he tried with you. And you called upon your extreme patience sometimes to be able to deal with him, reminding yourself “he really doesn’t know any better.”

It wasn’t easy at times but he was incredibly grateful to you for “putting up with him,” as he called it. Billy was easy to love, you just had to get over a few bumps in the road first.

But there was still something bothering you. Ok, well maybe not bothering you exactly but he still hadn’t told you where he brought his weekly flower bouquets.

Billy always thanked you for being patient with him, however the natural curiosity you had about the weekly bouquet he picked up had evolved into a slight obsession. It was killing you not knowing where he went every Friday, you just really wanted to know.

**********

The look of cold rain threatened in the sky overhead. The clouds were the color of lead, shiny gray with a touch of blue, and you thought you heard a slight rumble of thunder in the distance as you waited in an uber for Billy to leave Mr. Campbell’s shop.

Your stomach was in knots and you knew it was wrong but you planned to follow him.

Not wanting to ask, but it seemed like your driver had done something very clandestine like this before. He stayed back just far enough so Billy wouldn’t be suspicious but close enough to see where he was going.

Heavy raindrops pelted the windshield as the wipers cleared the glass and the sky grew darker. The lull in the rain coincided with Billy pulling into a parking lot to a psychiatric hospital. Your driver followed close behind and you told him to park close to the Rolls Royce but not too close.

Billy’s only focus seemed to be on whoever was in that hospital, he didn’t take notice of anything else. He just plucked the flowers from the front seat and darted for the front door, hoping the rain didn’t pick up again.

You decided not to go inside. It wasn’t right and you felt terrible for what you had done. Whatever Billy’s secret was, it wasn’t a secret anymore. The flowers he bought every Friday belonged to someone in that hospital but you couldn’t bring yourself to find out who.

The guilt you had, felt like it was eating you alive, goosebumps pricked across your skin and suddenly it was hard to breathe. Spying on him was just wrong and you needed to leave.

“Are you going inside, Miss?” The driver asked.

A tear streaked down your cheek as you answered. “Uh, no—no. Could you please just bring me back to where you picked me up? Obviously, I’ll pay you for both rides.”

He nodded and said. “No problem.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time.” You said.

He smiled and said “It’s really no trouble, Miss.”

“Thank you.” You replied, with a slight hitch in your voice.

Your driver dropped you off in front of the flower shop, you wanted to talk to Mr. Campbell before Billy got back. He was supposed to come over for dinner tonight, and said he would bring pizza so at least you didn’t have to get back to cook anything.

“What are you doing back here, my dear? I thought Billy was coming over for dinner tonight?” Mr. Campbell asked.

Pacing back and forth, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest and the tears in your eyes were about to spill over.

“He is Mr. Campbell, but I did something I shouldn’t have! I—I followed him after he left your shop. I just really wanted to know where he brought those flowers!” You said, trying to catch your breath and stop crying.

“Did you go inside the hospital, y/n?” He asked.

You violently shook your head back and forth and pressed your lips together in a straight line before answering him.

“No…no, I didn’t. As soon as I saw where we were, I felt sick to my stomach and I knew I did the worst thing I could do. I betrayed him.” You sobbed.

Mr. Campbell just smiled his sweet smile at you. “I’m sure he’ll forgive you if you tell him the truth and how you feel.”

You pressed the palm of your hand to your forehead and then moved it to cover your eyes.

“I kept hearing your voice, saying ‘he’ll tell you when he’s ready’ and I didn’t listen, my curiosity couldn’t take it anymore! Five months, he hasn’t told me where he takes them in FIVE months!” You shouted. You finally stopped pacing and rested your hand on the counter.

Still smiling, Mr. Campbell placed his hand on top of yours. “Everything will be alright, my dear. He loves you.”

“He’s going to be so mad at me, Mr. Campbell.”

He removed his glasses. “Maybe at first. I know he won’t be able to stay mad at you forever. You’re too important to him.” He said.

Deep down, you hoped Mr. Campbell was right but you’ve never been so scared to lose someone as you were at that moment.

Billy was everything you had ever wanted, everything you were looking for, and you felt like as soon as you told him what you had done, he would leave and you would never hear from him again.

He made you smile…all the time. He was sweet, thoughtful, funny but also stubborn, moody, and still kept secrets from you.

There had to be a reason why. There just had to be but you weren’t patient enough to let him tell you on his own time. And now you might lose him because of a poor decision in a moment of weakness.

**********

After coming home, Billy texted to tell you he had pizza and was on his way over. Nervously sitting at the dining room table, you stared at the newest bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table. They just might be the last bouquet of flowers Billy would buy for you and your eyes immediately welled up with tears again.

That was the last thing you wanted.

When your door buzzer rang, you rushed over to answer. “Billy? Is that you?”

“Hey beautiful, yeah it’s me.” He answered.

After buzzing him in, you unlocked the door and waited at the table for him to come in.

Billy walked through the door, little raindrops were visible on his suit jacket, smiling his perfect smile for you. He quickly dropped the pizza on the table and rushed to kiss you. He never could wait to get his hands on you. Pulling you to standing and cupping your cheeks, his lips collided with yours and he hungrily kissed you until your lips were red.

You felt his warm breath against your eyelids, inhaling the scent of your perfume with each breath he drew in as he continued to kiss you, making you weak in the knees.

“I missed you today.” He said.

Trying to smile, you replied. “I can see that, handsome.”

After putting a slice of pizza on both of your plates, he sat down and started eating while you could barely even look at it without wanting to cry. This might be the last meal you and Billy share together.

It’s probably just best to tell him now.

“Billy…I need to tell you something.” You said, softly.

He stopped eating and furrowed his brow, the napkin fell to the table after wiping off his mouth and hands. A troubled look appeared on his face out of nowhere.

“What is it, baby? Are—are you ok?” He asked.

“Billy, I did something I shouldn’t have.” You blurted out.

He reached for your hand. “I’m sure whatever it is, sweet girl we can—“

You cut him off.

“I followed you from Mr. Campbell’s—to that hospital.” The tears were streaming down your face now.

The bitterness in his voice was harsh. “You—you followed me?”

“Billy, I am so, so sorry! I just wanted to know where your took those flowers and I—“

He interrupted you. “Did you follow me inside the hospital too?!” He snapped. “Did you?!”

“N-no Billy, I didn’t. I just thought if I knew, then I could help with whatever it was. As soon as I saw you pull into that lot, I knew I made a horrible mistake and I shouldn’t have betrayed your trust like that.” You said. “I turned around and went home.”

You wanted nothing more than to go to him, snake your arms around his neck and pull him to you, but he recoiled when you took a step toward him. He protectively folded his arms across his chest, his expression was distant, and he looked as pale as a marble pillar.

There was a touch of acid in his tone when he spoke again.

“You said I could tell you when I was ready but you went behind my back! I can’t believe you would do this to me!” His voice full of anger and dripping with spite as he picked up his jacket. “I gotta go.”

You tried to stop him as he started walking toward the door.

“I’m sorry, Billy. Please don’t leave!” You called after him.

But it was too late, he slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone to remember the hurt he had in his eyes right before he left.

Billy was gone and you weren’t sure if you were going to see him again, hear his voice again, or tell him that you love him again.

Your heart was shattered, it felt like there were shards of glass floating around inside your chest or like a giant snake had enveloped your whole body and it was crushing you, making sure you heard every bone snapping in half because you deserved it.

You knew you deserved worse than that. He had every right to be furious. You were the one person he let in, to see who he really was, not judging but helping him open up, to talk about whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and you broke his trust and you hurt him.

“I promised I’d never let you fall, Billy.” You had said but you personally pulled the rug out from underneath him.

No matter how long it takes, you were determined to win back his trust.

**********

Even though you knew he probably wouldn’t answer, you tried to call Billy the next day. He didn’t pick up but you left a message anyway…

“H-hey Billy, I know you’re furious with me and you have every right to be. You do. And I am so, so sorry. It was a stupid thing to do and if I could take it back I would but I can’t. I completely understand if you don’t want to see me anymore, I broke your trust and I’ll accept whatever you decide to do. I love you.”

You sent a text a few days later that went unanswered but he did read it. Billy had the biggest sweet tooth of anyone you had ever met so you had his favorite cookies delivered to Anvil, no response to that either except from Frank.

He left you a voice message: “Those cookies were delicious, kid. I can see why Bill always hoards them, he did eat one, by the way. I just hate seein’ him like this, it’s like a piece of him is missing.”

You heard Billy’s voice in the background.

“Frankie, who are you talkin’ to?”

Frank’s voice came back on.

“Shit, busted. Gotta go, sweetheart.”

Frank’s message made you chuckle and it was probably the first time you smiled in almost a week.

Friday was coming up soon but you really weren’t in the mood for flowers but seeing Mr. Campbell was a big part of going to the shop every Friday. You really did just enjoy talking to him, the flowers were a secondary reason to go there at this point.

“Hi, Mr. Campbell.” You said as you walked through the door.

Mr. Campbell was finishing up with a customer, she was the only other person in the shop.

“Hello, my dear y/n. How is my favorite customer?” He asked after saying goodbye to her.

“I think you know the answer to that question.” You said softly.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and put his pen down. “Yes, I guess I do know the answer to that. But you came clean and told him the truth. You easily could have lied to him but you didn’t.”

You interrupted him.

“And it cost me the best thing to ever happen to me.” You said, your eyes welling up with tears again. You were actually surprised you had any left.

“You don’t know that.” Mr. Campbell said.

“Oh don’t I?!” You said, slight anger in your voice. “I called, texted, left messages, sent cookies to his office and apologized profusely. He doesn’t wanna talk to or see me, Mr. Campbell.”

“Give him time, my dear. Ya never know, it might be sooner than you think. Now what kind of flowers would you like today?” He asked, handing you a tissue.

Dabbing under your eyes, you caught the fresh tears before they could trickle down your cheeks.

“I don’t know if I really want any flowers today.” You sobbed.

Mr. Campbell never failed to have a smile on his face. “I promise they’ll make you feel better.” He said.

You gave him a slight smile. Talking to him always did make you feel better. From the very first time you walked into his shop, he and his flowers always lifted your spirits.

“Something with purple hydrangeas.” You said.

And he went to work putting together a perfect bouquet for you, just like he had every other time. When he was finished, you reached into your tote and pulled out his weekly treat and retrieved your wallet from your purse.

Before you could hand him your card, he held up his hand and waved it off.

“No, no…they’re already paid for.” He said with a smile.

You thought maybe Mr. Campbell paid for your flowers.

“Mr. Campbell, you didn’t have to pay for these, I can—“ You started to say.

But he cut you off.

“Oh no, my dear. I didn’t pay for them. Mr. Russo was in here early this morning.” He said with a warm smile. “He left this for you too.”

He handed you a card and you recognized Billy’s handwriting.

I told you, someone as sweet as you shouldn’t have to buy their own flowers.

All my love,

Billy

A smile stretched across your face as tears streaked down your cheeks.

“I didn’t even have to convince him. That was the first thing he did when he came in this morning. I told you, you were important to him, so I hate to say I told you so.” Mr. Campbell said.

With a little chuckle you said “Go ahead, you can say it.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” He said. “You go home now, don’t want those wilting on ya.”

“Thank you, Mr. Campbell…for everything.” You said, walking toward the door.

He smiled and waved as you exited the shop and headed for home.

**********

You were half expecting to see Billy outside the door to your apartment when you got there but he wasn’t so you’d just call him when you got settled inside.

After switching out your flowers, you cleaned straightened up the kitchen, put your books away, and did a couple more chores before deciding, instead of calling him, you’d just surprise him at his place.

One last mirror check before you grabbed your keys out of the bowl and opened the door to leave. Not expecting anyone to be on the other side of the door, you collided with Billy, almost knocking him over.

“I know you weren’t expecting me, sweet girl but you didn’t have to tackle me. I’ll call next time, I promise!” He said, flashing that perfect smile at you. That smile that you never thought you’d see again. “Where are you rushing off to, my love?”

“I—I was coming to see you.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice. “Billy, I’m SO sor—“

Before you could finish, Billy’s lips were on you, his hands cupping your cheeks, and walking you backwards into your apartment. Shutting the door with his foot, his lips never left yours as he kissed you…hard.

As much as you were loving it, you pulled away. “Billy, can I please just say I’m sorry!?”

“You’ve already apologized, my love. I wanna tell you that...that I’m sorry too. I should have told you where I was taking the flowers but—“ He started to say.

“No, Billy! I should have respected that you weren’t ready to tell me. But, what would you have said if I said I wanted to know where you were taking them that first day we met?” You asked.

He kissed your forehead and led you over to the couch. “I would have just said I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Then every time I thought I was ready to talk about it, all of the anger and hate I have for her would come back and I just didn’t want to upset you or bother you with it…or have you look at me differently.”

Now you were wondering who he’s referring to when he said “her.”

“I’ve never judged you, Billy. Do you think you could tell me now? It’s ok, if you’re not rea—“

Billy blurted out. “It’s my mother….it’s my mother.”

You were speechless. Billy told you he grew up in the system but he had never really said how he got there.

“I, uh…don’t really remember too much but she dropped me off at a fire station upstate, in Albany. She loved those drugs more than she loved me.” He said softly.

You tried to imagine Billy as a little boy, waiting and waiting for her to come back but no one shows up. It’s no wonder why he was so closed off, and why he seemed so angry that first time you asked about his childhood.

The person that was supposed to love him no matter what and protect him, left him without any regard for anyone else except herself and her habit.

You weren’t sure which broke your heart more, the story about Arthur or his mother.

“I visit her once a week, bring her flowers even though she doesn’t deserve them. I just sit there and talk to her, she doesn’t say anything because she can’t talk anymore and I just talk about my life. I told her about you too.” He said.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. You could see it was excruciating for him to talk about her, he’s carried around his hate for her for so long and yet he went to visit her every single week.

Reaching out to take his hand in yours, you continued to listen.

“I told her ‘see ma, there is someone that loves me. She said she’d never let me fall and I believe her, I trust her, and I love her too.’ I just—I would have given her the world, if she just wanted me.” Billy said.

It was difficult to find the right words to say to him. This man just poured out his feelings to you like blood from an open wound. Those words have probably never been uttered to another human being before and he was telling all of it, to you.

He knows what it’s like to be alone, to not have a single soul that cares about you which was why it took him so long to open up to you. No one could leave him if they never got close to him, like she did.

She didn’t deserve his attention, didn’t deserve love, or the flowers he brought her every week after what she did to him, but she was still his mother.

“Billy…I’m not even going to pretend to know what all of that was like for you because I just don’t know. I can only imagine and it breaks my heart. What I can do is tell you that I love you, I’ll always be here to help you however I can if you want me to, and you’ll never ever have to feel alone or unwanted as long as I’m around.” You said through warm tears streaking down your face.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you closed the distance between the two of you on the couch and leaned forward to kiss him. Your mouth slanting over his as you melted completely into him, his body a warm hard cradle for yours, and you fit perfectly against him, like you were meant to be his.

“I love you, beautiful…so much.” Billy said, kissing the tip of your nose.

Scrunching your nose and biting down on your lower lip, you looked into his onyx colored eyes and couldn’t remember a time where you’ve been more in love with someone.

Billy finally took a chance and opened up to someone but you took a chance on him too. He was so different from your ex and those Wall Street pricks, he never took you for granted because he knew how quickly it could all be gone.

Billy Russo wasn’t perfect. He would never be perfect, but he was perfect for you because he made you happier than you ever thought you could be. And you did the same for him.

“I love you too, handsome. And thank you for my flowers.”

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bloodweavefangnatic · 3 months ago

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✨ Companions kisses + romance scenes ✨

Pairing:

Starlach (Fieryblood)

Rating:

10/10

Okay might be a little biased here because I’ve only just tried these two out and I’m obsessed with how adorable they are together (comes to a very close second to Bloodweave 🤭)

Scenes:

10/10

I love the fact that when you first “sleep” with Astarion at the tiefling party — if you’re playing as Karlach — is that, okay, yes he was a little frustrated that he couldn’t sleep with you (her) because of the engine problem but I think this was a good thing because it made him slow down for a little bit (even if he was a little annoyed by it) but he didn’t exactly say “see you bye” and leave the area, what did he do? He actually stayed with you (her) for cuddle and companionship — pun not intended — even though it was something he didn’t usually do

Next up, is how cute , dorky or vulnerable their respective scenes are- both on different ends of emotions so if it’s the graveyard scene that’s happening it’s both vulnerable, sentimental, but also slightly comedic (because really who is Astarion without a little comedy? Even when he’s being a total sweetheart 😂)

or how quirky awkward Karlach’s scene is (if you’re, obviously, playing as Astarion) and how quickly she becomes protective over him — the player, really— after Henk’s nasty attitude

Intimacy:

12/10

Oh. My. God! To be honest I was convinced that they really weren’t all that compatible (what with her morality and his, well, lack of it but that was honestly before I started to realise that there WAS actually more to Astarion’s actual personality than what was on the surface (what we and the other companions already see)

I kid you not I literally fell in love with the way these two were interacting with one another whether it was; pet names (depending which is which currently being played as), the way they kiss one another and just somehow make sense, the way their height differences are completely opposite to each other (which is odd seeing cuz I romanced Gale and Astarion 3 times each so I was used to the “tol and smol” differences 😂)

Conclusion:

Honestly? I just love the idea of any “morally good” companion; whether it’s Halsin, Karlach, Gale, or even, yes, Wyll just showing Astarion that he/she/ or they (all of them 😂) care — now whether romantically or platonically is totally up to you I mean it is called a “choices game” for a reason. So yeah I’m actually glad I made this kinda of canon for Karlach — considering she said she would have ridden Astarion but wouldn’t trust him (I think she was a bit wrong there and was seeing his “above surface personality”

Pairing:

Fieryblade

Rating:

12/10

Okay, I pretty fell in love with them (I’m a sucker for “enemies to lovers” dynamic, the minute these two meet each other although it hits harder and much different when playing their origin run

Scenes:

8/10

Despite not being a “Wyll girlie” I actually did love the socialite dance he performed for and with Karlach (the fact that for once he didn’t judge anyone— and just smiled adoringly at her own version of dance) before trying to wrap up the night of their “date night” — I was a little disappointed when they didn’t sleep together after that (seemed more like a Gale move than anything else 😂) but the kiss(es) are nice and meaningful

Intimacy:

12/10

I just love the fact that, despite Karlach not being able to touch the player (as Wyll), she still sits next to you (similarly to the “Starlach” run) whilst being her most vulnerable and even have the option to kiss her on the lips even if it is a little hot, literally.

Whilst you can’t actually get many romance scenes due to the fact that her engine wouldn’t allow her to touch anyone without burning them it’s still a very wholesome moment all through Act 1 and Act 2 (which is the fun part when she gets her second upgrade in)

However it’s really Act 3 that’s the most fun, even before defeating Gortash shortly after you (as Wyll) enter the city she asks you out on a real date and to “get into anything other than camp gear”. Like I kid you not my heart absolutely melted when that was said and I thought: this could not get any more better.

Boy was I wrong! The date itself was both charming and awkward as fuck like in that cringe “I don’t know what I’m doing” type of thing, but not in a bad way. I absolutely loved every moment of it from the way of ‘let’s pretend we don’t have tadpoles’ to the way she got particularly fired up (pun intended) by Henk’s — owner of the Sining Lute — sour mood

Pairing:

Bloodweave

Rating:

12/10

Scenes:

12/10

I did — do — love how Bloodweave had a magical moment with one another (A. I don’t have the heart to turn Gale down in his “magic lesson” scene and 2. I always head-canon that Astarion WAS a wizard — necromancy for sure — in his past life anyway so win-win! I absolutely loved that you could either choose “imagine kissing Gale” or “Imagine walking hand in hand” or plainly “Imagine you kick Gale” (which I found absolutely hilarious 🤣 because you’ve got all these wholesome stuff and then just a really mean option)

Similar to Karlach (but reversed I guess) is that whilst I didn’t love the whole “Oh we better not sleep together right now because I feel like the orb won’t take it and will blow me up” thing is a bit of an excuse, I kinda understand where he’s coming from. He’d been hurt before so he didn’t want to jump into the relationship straight up like last time (smart Gale smart) although he could have just easily said “I’m not ready for that yet” or “could we slow down a bit”, but then again, as someone having autism; we don’t always communicate properly or feel like we need to come up with a white lie to spare that person’s feelings because we always feel like we’re doing the wrong thing 🤷🏼‍♀️

Oh! Act 2 Astral Planes is my absolute favourite scene in the game (despite having very little flirting and barely any action in Act One, which is more on the “wholesome” side of Gale’s romance however by the time one gets to Act 2 is the REAL fun begins; first up — after defeating some monsters (and possibly innocent beings in your Durge run) he actually confesses to the player after painful romantic interactions in the first act you finally get inside Moonrise Towers the scene later that night 😘👌🏻

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Next scene is when Astarion and Gale go on a “boat ride” in the Outer Planes (just like the one in Act Two this atmosphere is just as beautiful but this time this time you either talk him down from getting the Crown of Karsus or talk him up into getting it— I personally wouldn’t ever do it again because he becomes so unrecognisable) I absolutely love the fact that you can either “shut him up” by kissing Gale on the lips — I always choose this option 😂 — or just tell him that he’s enough as he is and that he doesn’t need to pursue godhood to be happy; only if you don’t want him to go after the Crown which I really loved in itself because it shows that he will listen to him regardless if he says “go ahead” or “I don’t think it’s a good idea”

Another great thing about all of this in the morning after your “boat date” he will immediately start to call him pet names like for instance my love (I’m sure there is a lot of endearments Astarion’s been called over the last 200 years but I don’t think “my love” is one of them and THAT absolutely makes my heart soar!)

Intimacy:

9/10

The only reason I give this a nine-out-of ten is because 2 of the kisses is pretty chaste and I understand that Gale is a bit of a virgin (emotionally) because he has no problem bragging how “expertised” he is with his tongue 😜 buuuuut WHERE is it? Where is the French-kissing??? Where is the Oscar award for this tongue performance? The only tongue I ever see is when Astarion (again playing as him) ever so slightly dominates Gale’s mouth with the swipe of his own tongue— no wonder his partner moans 😂

However despite all the chivalry I DO DO DO love how gentle they are with one another, from chin-holding-kisses to slightly brushing down to Astarion’s (as the player) shoulder in reassurance and how eyes are held with such reverence for one another as if they’re the only ones in the world — which is actually a big deal for him because he knows that Gale isn’t just going to leave him behind (like so many of his bedmates after post-sex, after feeling like a used toy 🥺)

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daddysfangirls-dc · 3 months ago

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The Arrangement Ch.21

Ch.21 Domestic

Damian Wayne x OC! Female

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They decided on dark furniture to go with the dark architecture, completing the aesthetic. There were also a few personal rooms that had Japanese and Arabic aesthetics. Although, in Syn's opinion, it still lacked that personal touch that made a home. Maybe that's why she found herself spending more time at the Wayne Manor. After the dinner, the family was more open towards her, allowing her to walk freely through the manor as if she were a family member. Bruce was ... complicated.

The two still had little interaction with each other. Syn made no move to approach him, and Damian kept him away. Bruce was just worried, the children knew but Bruce never made good decisions when he was concerned about his children. They'd rather him worry than interfere. He'd come around eventually.

"Hello, Timothy," Syn said without turning around. Alfred had permitted her to use the kitchen, so she was baking sweets. "How may I help you today?" She placed a cup of tea in front of him. He eyed it suspiciously, and she just smiled.

"I want to hear more about your childhood. You've been quite Vague."

"Have I?"

" I can make some assumptions about the League, but I'd rather hear it from you," Tim said. He wasn't being mean; he was just curious about the life she lived alongside Damian. He was curious about who her version of Damian was.

"A Story for a Story," She said.

"We don't spend a lot of time together. I don't have a lot of good stories."

"And You think I do?"

"Photography. I took some photos of the family and submitted them to a gallery. I didn't tell anyone, but Damian and Alfred showed up. He didn't say anything. I later found out he bought them. We never talked about it." That was most of their soft or kind moments, no words exchanged.

"There is a photo of Alfred sleeping on his nightstand. That you?" It was a cute photo. Alfred was lying in a recliner with a knitted blanket draped across him.

"I wondered where that photo went."

"There is no pollution in Eth'Alth'Eban, clear skies. I used to watch the stars at night. Damian used to scold me for it. Eventually, he joined me. I told him stories about the stars."

Talking trading stories, neither of them realized how many soft stories of Damian they had. They continued trading stories as they moved about the manor, taking care of different chores and helping Alfred. It's why they currently found themselves in Damian's room, Tim sitting on the bed and Syn folding his clean clothes.

She was telling him a story of Damian giving her a flower, but he wasn't listening. He was looking at a knife on the wall. It was a familiar knife that he had recognized and met his flesh before.

" He stabbed me".

Before this moment, they spoke of nothing but good memories.

"When he first arrived, I tried to be kind, and he stabbed me." He was shocked by her laughter.

"He stabbed me too; I died; he threw me in the pit after. He always did." Tim was very disturbed by the way she smiled as she talked about her death.

"How-how many times did you die?"

"I don't remember. Punishments often blurred," She said nonchalantly.

"You were punished to death?!"

"No, not always. Sometimes we were sparring, and I was weak, or he wanted to test something." she stopped folding. " Once... he was just bored." She fell silent, lost in a memory. Tim slowly stood up.

"He killed you," he whispered. She looked up, finally realizing that she said something wrong.

"Th pits were close by," she excused hastily, folding the laundry, then pulled it all apart to fold again. Fidgeting anxiously, she turned away. " Things were different back then-"

"That does not excuse his actions."

"It wasn't that bad-"

"Being beaten to near death, tortured, and toyed with. How is that not bad?"

How could she say such things? How could she defend him? He had hacked the league's files. He knew the horror that she experienced, which she didn't speak about. He had assumed Ra and his goons had done it. But it wasn't. His baby brother did it, and it was Damian. He literally killed her. Yet here she defended him.

"why are you defending him?"

"BECAUSE... because he was kind." She sighed, sitting on the bed. She used the cloth in her hands to wipe her tears, it was a sock. He didn't expect tears. " Sure, he'd beat me, but he'd clean and patch me up afterward. Heal me. It wasn't as bad when we were alone. It might seem monstrous to you, but he was kind to me. Kinder than everyone else, at least."

And it was unfortunately true, she knew no kindness before Damian. Of course, when she took her time exploring, she learned that Damian's "Kindness" could not be labeled as such by others. But she also learned that the life they lived had no amount of normalization, not a life anyone, let alone a child, should have or desire.

"you didn't have a choice."

"But I did," Syn said, looking at Tim, confused.

"Not really. They chose him and then gave you to the League to be groomed-"

"No"

"- To be molded into something they approved of. To Be-"

"STOP!" Syn raised her voice. " You don't know what you're talking about."

"I Know the League-"

"But you don't know me or my family," she says, anger seeping into her voice. "You know from your experience, not mine or my relationship with Damian. You know nothing. Stop assuming or making theories. This is my life. I've made all these choices, and I'm happy with them."

Tim sat down next to her. " I'm just worried... I also think you deserve better."

"... I really don't."

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delicate-luv · 1 year ago

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Two Become One ~ Chapter Five

Summary: reader and Eddie find out life changing news. They have to break the news to a very dreadful person.

CW: 18+, MDNI, abusive ex, pregnancy, abuse, fluff, violence, fighting, mention of murder, threats, mention of death

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You sat against the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the results. You wanted to find out alone. Eddie waited outside the bathroom door for your signal.

After a few, painstakingly long minutes went by, you quickly flipped the test over before you could have any second thoughts.

Two pink lines.

"Eddie?" You called out for him while you couldn't help but start to cry.

"Yes? Can I come in?"

"Yes." You sniffled and glanced up at him entering the doorway. He looked at you with worry in his eyes as he closed the toilet lid and sat down on it.

"So?" He anxiously bit his lip as he sat down adjacent from you on the edge of the bathtub.

"I'm pregnant."

"Woah." You both saw it coming, but didn't know how to react.

"Eddie. It's yours. You know that, right?" You wiped a tear. "the last time my boyfriend even touched me was at least 6 months ago."

"Ex-boyfriend, right?" He corrected.

"Actually.." you mumbled, rubbing your arm.

"Fuck. What the fuck?" he threw his hands up in defeat and then covered his face in frustration.

"I know I have to leave him. I didn't know when would be the right time to."

"I can't officially be with you, or officially care for our baby when I know you're with someone else. It's time to break it off with him." He managed to stay calm, although he was obviously disappointed. "and you thought I was married? You're the one who has a boyfriend!"

"I know." You stared at the ground. "anyways, can you tell me more about the pregnancy with Otis?" You needed to change the subject, needing something to reassure you that Eddie had been through this before, and knowing that he knew what he was doing.

"Okay," he sighed, rubbing his hands down his leg. "right after we got married, she fell pregnant. We planned it from the beginning. I just wasn't expecting her to leave so soon, not after we had been through hell together."

"Can I ask what her name was? Why did she leave you as a single father? Isn't that quite selfish of her?"

"It's not selfish of her. She would have stayed," he became more serious and stared right into your eyes. "She was murdered. They never caught the guy. Her name was Chrissy."

"Eddie.." You we're at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry."

"It's all in the past now. For so long, I blocked it out." He stood up and rubbed his forehead. "I'm done talking about it, you don't need this kind of stress. Get up off the floor."

You stood up and you walked into the living room together.

Eddie knew he had to start to get Otis comfortable around you. He knew you two would be living together fully in no time.

"Do you have anyone you want to tell the big news too?" He asked.

"I have to tell Scarlett. And Ezra. I don't want to tell my mom, she'd make it all about my dad. She's also very old fashioned, plus we're still grieving and we haven't spoken since he-." You seemed to have choked on your own words. "I know it's not ideal to tell your boyfriend you're leaving him because you got pregnant with another man's baby."

"Scarlett will be happy for you. Won't she?"

"Yes. Although she may kick me out of the apartment. She's the one who pays most of the rent after all." You sighed, thinking at all the setbacks this has already given you. "do you have anyone you want to tell?"

"My bandmates, Steve, uhh i don't know." He made it clear that didn't want to tell Otis until he could fully understand what was going on and when he got to know you a little bit more.

"You don't have any family?"

"Otis is my only family, really. I lived with my uncle. He passed away not too long ago."

You nodded, ready to face what was your greatest fear these past couple of weeks. "I better go tell Ezra."

"I'll come with you, just in case."

"Okay, just don't bring any weapons." You laughed. "We're still somewhat strangers, I don't know what kinda stuff you're hiding."

"I don't need to bring any weapons, one punch wearing these bad boys, and you're out cold for days." He pointed to the various silver rings that covered his fingers.

"If you're not back in under 2 minutes, I'm coming in there." He rubbed your leg for reassurance. "remember, keep being your sexy confident self."

You stared at the brick house, gaining as much courage you could in that moment.

"Wish me luck." You unbuckled your seatbelt and walked up the steps to Ezra's house. He lived in a fairly big house, with lots of steps leading up to the front porch.

He opened the door, eyes widening when he realized it was you on his doorstep. "Finally. You've come to apologize."

"Actually Ezra, I need to talk to you."

He gave you an evil smile, "come inside."

You had no choice but to follow his lead.

Eddie watched from the car. "shit!" He whispered in frustration. He had lost his view of you. He got out binoculars from the center console and looked into the window, making sure to keep a careful eye on you. There was not a peep of noise coming from the car, only Eddie's heavy breathing, due to being so concentrated. Along with Otis babbling in the back, despite knowing how to talk.

"Please sit." Ezra demanded you sit on the couch next to him, but you refused.

"Ezra, I'm leaving you."

"What? Why? Don't act like you're the victim, you b-"

"I'm pregnant, and it's not yours. I don't love you anymore. I don't think I ever loved you, in all honesty."

he jumped out of his chair with all of his power. "YOU LITTLE SLUT! HOW DARE YOU? WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO? GET REVENGE ON ME? GO KILL YOURSELF, YOU WHORE."

"You're the one who treats me like I'm a piece of shit!" You yelled back. It felt good.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE! SO YOU GO AND GET KNOCKED UP?" He slapped you across the face.

You fell to the floor, crying. You were begging him to stop.

Eddie could hear your screams and cries from inside. He was fuming. He jumped out and ran over to the front door, busting it down with all of the built up adrenaline and anger.

Ezra jumped back. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? THE FREAK WHO KNOCKED YOU UP?" He threw a punch right at your head, but luckily missed. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE AN AWFUL MOTHER, YOU SLUT! YOUR KID IS GOING TO HAVE THIS LOSER AS A FATHER?"

"I'd regret doing that if I were you." Eddie ran over and punched Ezra right into the stomach. He then got a hold of Ezra's neck and pushed him against the wall, in a chokehold.

"If you dare to say anything about my girl again, I'll make sure those are your last words." He threatened.

Ezra was very intimidated, he immediately became so small again. "Please, Im sorry. I'll stop. I will treat you better this time. I will love this baby, even if it's not mine."

"My mind has already been made up. I'd rather spend a life time in hell than ever get back with you."

Ezra was choking up, almost to the point of passing out. Eddie let go of him, having him collapse to the ground, barely breathing.

Eddie chimed in. "I'd agree with her. But, hell already is being with you." He grabbed your hand. "I'd never put a woman through what you put her through."

He held your hand as you escaped his home, not looking back. You jumped into the car, not waiting another second to speed out of there and never looking back.

There you sat at the tv, waiting for the children's channel to come on.

You were still trying to recover from what an exhausting and anxiety ridden day today when you heard Eddies coming down the hallway, talking in his soft voice. "Otis, can you meet someone special for me? She's going to love you and take lots of care of you."

You weren't supposed to hear this, you knew if Eddie knew that you had overheard, he would be so embarrassed and pretend it didn't happen. You smiled once you saw Eddie holding hands with Otis, slowly walking towards you. He had hair that was a little lighter than Eddie's, a light brown. It was obvious that he had inherited Eddie curls, along with his eyes.

You spoke sweetly. "Hello Otis. My name is y/n. It's so nice to meet you." Even though you had met the little boy multiple times before, this was the first time you properly introduced yourself.

"Your name might be a little hard for him to pronounce." Eddie quietly whispered to you.

"Well then, you can call me whatever you'd like." You smiled at the little boy.

"Hi." He flapped his hand trying to wave and immediately held out his small arms for you to give him a hug.

You hugged him back. "how old are you?"

"This many!" He held out two fingers.

"Wow! That's so old." You gasped, getting a giggle out of him.

"I know, he's getting so big." Eddie kissed him on the side of his head and sat down on the couch next to you. He slowly wrapped his arm around you.

Otis jumped up onto the couch, wanting to sit on your lap.

The kids channel soon came on, Otis immediately sitting up and clapping his hands together. His attention was fully tuned into the little animal-like cartoons that were dancing around on the television.

"I'm so excited for us." Eddie turned to you and spoke in a deep, almost whisper.

"Me too." You glanced over to see a big wide grin on Eddie's face.

As the night went on, Otis was slowly beginning to fall asleep on the couch. He had soon fallen asleep, clung to your lap.

“He’s so sweet.” You whispered to Eddie.

“He is. He’s my boy.” He wore a proud grin on his face. “Let me take him to bed.”

He swiftly scooped him out of your lap and whisked him into his bedroom. He returned a few minutes later, urgent to get back to spending some quality time with you.

“He was really excited to sit on your lap.”

“He was.” You nodded.

“Do you think he knows?”

“Who knows? Kids his age are supposed to be super intelligent with that kinda stuff. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You agreed with him and reached for the remote. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Up to you. You’re the woman of the house now, you make all the big decisions.” He joked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and cuddling up to you.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You slithered your arm around his chest.

“I don’t think forever would be long enough.” He sank further into your touch.

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For the flower language prompts, how about:

Amaryllis or Larkspur for Galatea & Minthara (or whichever pairing you wish)?

Minthara x Galatea: Familicide

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A/N: I swear this is more on the sweeter side ok, ignore the name, I couldn't think of something better. Also, am I going to use this as a way to very not subtetly retcon Gal’s background? Yes, and no one can stop me. Thanks for the prompt, Flame!

The night was calm. There were no clouds in the sky, letting the moon shine in all her glory. There was a small breeze, not too cold to make one shiver. There were no sounds of animals to disturb sleep.

This night, instead of sleeping in her bedroll, Galatea had joined Minthara in her tent, the two swaying inside the hammock. Her cheek was pressed against one of the tiefling’s breasts, her arms around her. It was a nice change of the usual laying down position she took when going into trance.

While in that state, Minthara was still aware of her surroundings, and she felt Galatea’s grip on her tighten as she murmured something in her sleep.

“I’m sorry…” Minthara heard her say. “I’ll be a better daughter…I just want someone to love me…” The drow slowly opened her eyes and looked at Galatea. Even in her sleep, she frowned, her eyes rapidly moving from side to side underneath her eyelids, her hands trembling as she continued murmuring.

“Galatea.” She whispered, touching her shoulder gently. Then, Minthara was in Galatea’s thoughts, their tadpoles connecting their minds.

In it, Minthara was a young, tiefling child, overhearing two adults talking. One of them was an older, elven woman, and the other seemed younger, and more human. Her belly was large, indicating a pregnancy.

“Hopefully, this one turns out normal.” The elf said. “Gods know there’s already too many bastards in this family.”

“Galatea is not a bastard.” The pregnant woman whispered.

“Oh? Then explaining to me, daughter, how does a half elf and a human give birth to a tiefling?”

“I-I-”

“Even if she is his, she is an abomination.” The elf gripped the other’s wrist, shaking her. “Our house was nothing until you married the bastard prince, and I won’t let that hellbeast ruin everything.”

The vision dissipated, morphing into other moments of Galatea’s life, all of them included the older elf’s disapproval. Constants scowls, and whispers, and eyes of judgment flooded Minthara’s vision until their connection was ended by the tiefling finally waking up and sitting up.

“I’m sorry.” She said, heart racing. “I didn’t mean-I don’t know what-”

“Shh, breathe.” Minthara said, placing a hand in Galatea’s chest. The tiefling grabbed her wrist as she slowly calmed down.

After a few seconds, she said “I’m sorry you saw that.”

“Who was the darthíir?” Minthara asked, with a small scowl. In the time they had spent together, it had not taken long for Gal to realize what the word meant.

“My grandmother.” She said, laying back down on the hammock, gulping. “She always said the nastiest of things when she thought I wasn't looking.” She put a hand on her forehead, closing her eyes. “Although, sometimes I wonder if she knew I was there and said it on purpose.”

Minthara hummed. “Is she still alive?”

“I think so. Last time I saw her, she was doing well.” Galatea opened one eye. “Why?”

Minthara shrugged. “Curiosity.” She laid back down and said “Now, go back to sleep.”

And while Galatea quickly fell asleep again, Minthara’s mind began to work.

The following morning, Minthara said she would stay in camp for the day, alongside Gale. Galatea frowned, questioning the decision, but ultimately, did not protest. The moment she and the others walked outside of their camp, Minthara made her way to the wizard.

“Gather your things.” She commanded. “We are leaving.”

“Excuse me?” Gale said. “You cannot order me around.”

Minthara scowled, cursing in drowic, and then said. “As much as it vexes me to say, I require your…help, wizard.” She put her hands behind her back. “I need your skills in research to help me find information on Cormyr.”

Gale raised a brow. “You’re not scheming something, are you?”

“If I am, will that be relevant?”

“Well, it depends.” He said, straightening his back. “If you’re planning on conquering Cormyr, then I shan’t help you. But if it’s something else…”

Minthara’s lips thinned into a line as she said “I wish to give something to Galatea, and thus, I require information of her homeland.”

Gale smiled brightly. “I always knew there was a romantic in you.” He gathered his things and said “Very well. If it’s for a romantic gesture, I’ll give you all the help you desire.”

When he turned his back, Minthara rolled her eyes and followed, as she doubted that he would consider what she had in mind as a ‘romantic gesture’

“Here.” Gale said, placing several books on the wooden desk. “This was all I could find about Cormyr.” He grabbed one by one, explaining its contents. “This one is a recipe book with traditional dishes, this is about customs and traditions, this one is a brief history of Cormyr and its noble houses-”

Before he could continue, Minthara grabbed the book from his hand, opening it. “This is the one I wanted.”

“Wonderful.” He sat down next to her. The drow gave him a murderous stare, and he moved his chair a bit, where he could safely sit and still look at the pages. “What exactly are you looking for?”

Minthara frowned. “I’m not sure.” The wizard looked at her confused, and she explained. “As you know, Galatea comes from one of the noble houses of Cormyr, but she never told me which one. I’m trying to discover it.”

“Oh, I see.” He reached for the book, and the drow allowed him to take it. “Do you have any clues?”

She thought for a moment, thinking back to the dream. “I believe she mentioned her father being a ‘bastard prince’.” She told Gale, remembering the words she heard Galatea’s grandmother say. “There was also something about his house being more influential than her mother’s.”

Gale nodded as he listened. He was aware of Galatea’s noble past, and that the surname she used, von DeWilde, was a fake one. But with the mention of her possible father, he began to skim the pages, looking for any mention of such a person. “Bastard prince….I think I heard something about that.”

After a few minutes, he landed on the pages talking about the Obarskyr family. He scanned the page, which contained brief descriptions of each member of the royal family, until he found something. “Aha. Here it is.” He pointed towards a name, before reading it. “Erzoured Obarskyr, bastard son of prince Emvar and Solatha Boldtree, Lord of Boldtree.” Gale looked a few pages forwards and said “I’m afraid this is all this book offers on him. Seeing as this is an old edition, perhaps a newer one might contain more information.”

As the wizard looked for another book, Minthara found the family tree of the Obarskyr family, tracing her finger down until reaching this Erzoured’s name. This book marked him as the fourth in line for the throne, but Minthara wondered if that still hung true.

Gale placed another book in front of her. “This one seems more recent.” Using the book’s index, he quickly found the page about the royal family. He began reading parts of the it outloud. “Queen Raedra assumed the throne in 1486 DR….as she still finds herself with no heirs of her own, her uncle, the legitimized Erzoured Obarskyr is the second in line for the throne, his daughters following behind.”

The wizard quickly noticed that the book seemed to use a more informal tone, revealing information almost as if it were gossip. As he moved forward a few more pages, Gale neared the end of the book, as he found one page dedicated to the so-called Lord Boldtree. “Married Elinalore, a half elf legitimized bastard of House Cormaeril. The lord found himself in a scandal when his first daughter was born a tiefling with snow white skin and blue hair…”

“It’s her.” Minthara whispered. “That’s her family.” The drow snagged the book from his hands, reading the rest of it. It mentioned Galatea’s sister birth, and it even contained a section speaking of Cormaeril's house history.

Meanwhile, Gale’s jaw was on the floor. “I cannot believe this. All this time we had royalty amongst us.”

“Yes.” Minthara drew out, closing the book and turning to him. “But you will not speak about it.”

“What? Why?”

“If this was something she wanted us to know, she would have told us.”

Gale crossed his arms. “You should have thought of that before you went digging into her family history.” The drow gave him another deadly look and he gulped. “But I will not speak of it.”

“Good.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Oh yes.” She smirked. “And much more.”

Galatea had been rummaging through Minthara’s things, as she was trying to find a potion she had given the drow earlier that day when she found a folded piece of paper. Now, usually, she’d give Minthara her privacy, but when she noticed a familiar name peaking on part of the paper, she let her curiosity win.

Unfolding it, she saw the names of various members of her family. Her parents, her grandparents, her sister and her cousins. And then, at the very top, she read: ‘To Kill:’

“What are you doing?” She heard Minthara say behind her.

She turned around, frowing deeply and looked at her. “What is this?” She pointed towards the paper.

Minthara gulped. She was not supposed to find that yet. “Do you not recognize your own family member’s names?” She tried to jest but it only made Galatea’s frown deepen.

“Do not play dumb, Minthara, for you are not.” Galatea scolded. “Why do you have a kill list with my family names?”

The drow inhaled a breath, moving to sit on a chair, beckoning the tiefling to do the same. Once Galatea was seated, the paper between the two, Minthara spoke. “After that dream you had, I wanted to give you a gift, so, the other day, when you and the others left, the wizard and I did some research on the library.”

Galatea looked at Minthara intensely. “A gift?” She asked, coldly. “And why would the death of my family be a gift?”

Minthara’s gaze hardened. “Because they have mistreated you, and they deserve to be punished for it.”

Galatea sighed. “Minthara, they’re my family.”

“And? Familial ties are not an excuse for this indignity. In Menzoberranzan, I-”

Galatea cut her off “ Oh, yes, but we are not in Menzoberranzan, are we?” She rubbed her forehead. “You can’t say you were planning on killing my entire family and think I would be fine with it, Minthara.” She said, looking at the drow.

“But they hurt you, my love.” Minthara spoke in a soft voice.

“Yes, they did!” Galatea said, exasperated. “And I live with it. Because this is how things are. I cannot simply murder any who oppose me.” She sighed. “In Cormyr, we believe that our greatest strength is our sense of unity. I don’t expect you to understand that.” Galatea said with spite.

Minthara squinted her eyes, unbothered by her lover’s attitude. Instead, she chose a different approach. “You are right. I do not understand that, as I grew up in Menzoberrazan, where the Spider Queen taught us to doubt the loyalty of even our shadows.” She continued. “Nor do I understand your weird sentimentality over the ones who have wronged you.” She leaned forwards on the table and held Galatea’s hands. “But I do understand that I have no wish to see you burdened by your parents anymore.”

“Minthara…”

“Do you know what was the last thing you said before you woke up that night?” Galatea shook her head. “You said ‘I just want someone to love me’.

Galatea’s head dropped, as she closed her eyes. “I used to say that whenever I felt lonely. It was the wish I made every birthday, and every time a shooting star graced our skies.” She looked at Minthara. “I guess old habits are hard to leave.”

Minthara’s gaze softened. “But that is what disturbs me. You are loved. By me. Is it not enough?”

“Of course it is.” She said. “You are far more than just enough.”

“Then let me show it to you.” Minthara urged. “We do not have rules of courtship as strict as you surface dwellers have but we do have ways of showing affection. As my consort, I would let none smear your name.”

Galatea’s eyes filled with tears and she said “You’d kill my family…just to show that you love me?”

“Yes.” Minthara said earnestly. “Is there no bigger proof of affection than killing the other’s enemies, family included?”

At that, Galatea chuckled, wiping a few stray tears. “Gods, Minthara.” She shook her head, and looked at her. “You truly are the funniest person I know.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

“I know, my love, I know.” She brought Minthara’s hands to her lips and kissed her knuckles. Leaning forward, the two still holding hands, their foreheads touched.

“Galatea.” Minthara whispered. “I will not kill your family if you do not wish me too.” The tiefling nodded. “But I meant what I said: I will not tolerate anyone speaking of you as your darthiir grandmother did.”

“I know you won’t.” She said, chuckling, and kissed the corner of Minthara’s mouth. Never in the Nine Hells did Galatea think she’d end up with someone as loyal and devoted as Minthara, and yet, she would not have it any other way.

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