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Elain's Potatoes

Elriel Month: Happy Solstice

Summary: It's Solstice and Elain Archeron is suffering from her cycle. Azriel sneaks out to see her, and cooks her Solstice dinner, and some potatoes, with a twist. He is also on the forefront of the advances of menstrual pad design. Romantic fluff ensues.

(what book was Elain reading?)

Nobody dies in this one, but it's a biggie--8K words

“Elain cancelled on me.”

Nesta’s lower lip jutted forward, and even though she attempted not to show that she was upset, Cassian could see that she was in fact, upset.

“Elain cancelled?” he peered at his wife in confusion, “Elain never cancels,” he argued and Nesta sighed and sipped her coffee from her huge cup, which Azriel brought her from the continent–along with this new drink, called coffee. Cassian’s had it before, because Azriel was a fan, but coffee was bitter and strange tasting. Personally, he preferred tea. Nesta found a kindred spirit in Azriel, and they liked their coffee as black as their souls.

“Did she say why?” he asked, taking a bite of his eggs.

This was a busy week–Solstice week. It was possible that Elain was running around, preparing, buying gifts and all that, but still, it was unusual for Elain to cancel on anyone, let alone Nesta. The two of them have been looking forward to a day together–shopping, buying mantle ornaments and tinsel, and then they were expecting to meet Feyre for afternoon tea at one of the Tea Houses. Cassian had no say in the matter, but he frowned upon these afternoon teas, because it was just an excuse to eat unhealthy things such as scones and pastries, but it’s not like anyone would listen to him if he told them to indulge in a nice salad. So he kept his mouth shut. At least the three sisters were happy(ier)--nicely filled out, all three with a purpose, one a mother, two mated, the third…well, she was a head-scratcher that’s for sure, and Cassian didn’t exactly know what was happening with her. Elain, so very beautiful, soft, likeable, kind, good natured, and sweet, had way too many men problems.

“She has her cycle,” Nesta grunted.

Cassian cleared his throat and buried his face in his tea cup. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss his sister-in-law’s bleeding. But he did ask, “so she’ll be indisposed for the whole thing?”

“I don’t know,” Nesta admitted, “but we won’t make her come to dinner if she doesn’t want to come.”

Cassian took a sip of his tea and turned the page of the newspaper that he was reading. He loved these quiet mornings with his wife, his beautiful mate. It’s been less than a year since they had their gorgeous mating ceremony, followed by a much quicker and quieter wedding, where it was only their families present. Nesta wanted a human ceremony and Cassian didn’t mind it. Since then, they’ve been falling in love. The time’s been quiet, and wholly theirs. They went on their honeymoon to Day Court, where Helion offered to give them a seaside villa, which was absolutely enchanting. Nesta wouldn’t leave the azure waters of the sea, swimming from morning ‘till night, only leaving to eat, nap and make love.

“Azriel will be disappointed,” Cassian muttered absently, turning the page again.

Nesta threw him a sharp look and raised a brow at his comment.

“Why would he be disappointed?”

Cassian shrugged and explained, sounding very casual, “Well, you know how he likes the odd little gifts that she gives him for Solstice. I think he will miss that.”

Nesta hummed to herself but didn’t say anything further.

Did Cassian finally begin suspecting something?

Azriel arrived at the River Estate on time, as usual, but without any enthusiasm or any pep in her step.

The shadows that swarmed him already informed him that Elain was not at the house, and he wondered if she was just running late. That was unlike her though. She was punctual, just like he was. Additionally, he assumed that she would be busy preparing dinner, maybe baking Feyre’s birthday cake. But the shadows confirmed that she was definitely absent.

The moment he opened the doors, he was swallowed up in the glitz of the estate, the abundant and glamorous decorations and the scent of roasting chicken.

Try as he might, Azriel couldn't get used to the River Estate. It didn’t feel like anything to him. A shell. In the past, they’d all cram into the townhouse, and it was tight, but heaps of fun all the same. Sometimes, they celebrated Solstice at the House of Wind, and that was a free-for-all of wild shenanigans. One time he woke up dressed as a cow. Another time Mor and Cassian were betting that they could swing from a chandelier–not surprisingly, both fell on their asses and the chandelier fell on the floor, which resulted in the five of them sweeping a million crystals the following day. Cassian swore that he wouldn’t go barefoot into that room even now. Mother’s tits, those were some fun times!

The River Estate made him tense. Like he was in the presence of his High Lord, and not his brother and friend. The baby and Elain were the only two things that he liked about being here–they softened the edges, and made the vast place feel more homey. There have been a few times when Rhys and Feyre were out, and Elain stayed with the baby. Azriel made sure to ‘accidentally’ drop by on those days, under the pretence of delivering something for Rhys. Or ‘forgetting’ that his High Lord wasn’t around to see him. Whether Elain realised that he was chancing an evening with her, he was not entirely sure, but Elain always managed to see right through him. It doesn’t matter. Those evenings were special. They cared for the baby together–fed him, played with him, bathed him, changed him and put him to sleep. Elain had a terrible singing voice, though she played the fortepiano, as he found out. He, on the other hand, had a very good voice, but he never sang…not in front of anyone. When it was just the three of them though, he felt pretty comfortable, and he sang some Illyrian lullabies to his nephew. Elain sat, with her cheek propped on her knee and listened quietly.

“Where is my beautiful mate?”

It was the first thing that reached Azriel’s ears the moment he stepped into the house. Lucien’s voice. Attempting to school his scowl into something presentable and not frightening, Azriel removed his jacket and then stepped into the large parlour where the family and guests were gathered. His eyes immediately went to the window seat, where Elain liked to sit when there were larger gatherings–observing, being part of the party, and yet, always separate. Much like he did himself. Tonight, the seat was empty, and something broke inside his chest at the sight of it, at the absence of her. That’s all he was looking forward to tonight–just stealing a few moments together, exchanging a few sentences, brushing his hands over hers, maybe the opportunity to wrap his finger around her braid. Between Rhysand and Lucien hovering on the periphery, he knew that any chances of something more meaningful would be impossible, but he was used to living on crumbs of opportunities and affection that were thrown his way.

“She won't be attending tonight,” he heard Feyre answer.

“Oh, what happened?” Lucien sounded concerned.

There was a pause, and then Feyre offered, “she is indisposed’.

“Doesn't she live here?” Lucien pressed.

“No,” Cassian boomed, “Ellie moved out and now lives at the townhouse.”

“So, I won’t see her at all this week?” Lucien inquired meekly.

“I am sorry, Lucien. I don’t think so. I should’ve let you know…”

The shadows immediately peeled away from Azriel’s body and slithered off and away, rushing to investigate further.

Mor was getting a platter of cookies and another bottle of wine from the kitchen, when an iron grip clasped her upper arm.

“Aw, Az, what the Hel?” she hissed, not having heard him materialise behind her.

“I need you to do something for me,” he said quietly.

“Now?” she cried and he squeezed her arm tighter, warning her to keep quiet.

“Get off me,” she growled, ready to go to battle with him. “What do you want?”

“Yes now,” he said simply, and gently, but urgently dragged her into the hallway.

“What in the world is so urgent on Solstice?!?” she slapped his chest.

It was cute, but not as cute as when Elain did it.

Sometimes, he did something incorrectly on purpose, so Elain could get all adorably frustrated and huffy with him, and push him or slap his chest. He really loved it.

“I need you to winnow me,”

Her brows knitted together and she gave him a look of pure incomprehension and disgust.

“Are you drunk?” she demanded.

He wasn’t, but he wasn't so sure about her.

“I am not winnowing you, Azriel,” she grunted at him angrily, rolling her eyes at him. “You can winnow yourself! Why are you wasting my time when I just want to go and get more ham and drink more wine,”

Hissing through his teeth, he muttered, “you don’t need any more wine, trust me.”

“Fuck you,” she snapped rudely.

She could feel the response on his own lips, but he held back.

“Mor, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” he said seriously.

She finally set the bottle down on the counter and he let go of her arm, which she then crossed on her ample chest.

Sometimes, it surprised him that he’d been so attracted to her once in his life. He supposed that when he was a seventeen year old virgin, who barely even spoke to women, let alone saw them in Widnhaven, she seemed amazing. Indeed, she was–brashly beautiful, with her golden hair and big lips and large brown eyes. He even saw something of Elain in her–same intense beauty, though Elain’s was always softer and more delicate. But personalities–-why did he think that this could ever work? They had nothing in common. Their temperaments were polar opposites–she pushed and pressured, she needed things to be done her way, she wanted and if she didn't get it, she demanded it. Azriel did not mind, generally. However, it did grate on his nerves at times, and also, emotionally tired him out. He wasn’t one for endless conflict, acquiescence, and arguments.

Thinking about all of this, only made him want to get out of here sooner and go where he really wanted to be.

“Why can’t you winnow?” she insisted.

“I can winnow, but you need to come with me. It will only take 2 minutes of your time. You don’t even need to put on a coat,” he assured her. She frowned, disbelieving, but at least she was listening.

He continued quickly, “I just need you to let me into the townhouse.”

The request clearly confounded her. Her expression was befuddled to say the least, and she just stared at him dumbly.

“Rhys’s townhouse?” she asked at last.

He nodded.

“Why in the world……….oh,” her brown eyes blew up and turned into orbs, as comprehension dawned on her. “Ohhhh…ohh,”

“By the Cauldron, stop it!” he snapped at her.

Thinking, she cried out, “what are you going to do?!? Stalk her creepily?! She has her cycle, and I don’t see why and what you can do for her,”

“Exactly!” he nodded. “It’s Solstice, and she is completely alone. Suffering and in pain,”

“She might be just sleeping,” Mor argued reasonably.

“Or not,” he cut, “and even if she is sleeping, someone still should be with her. Caring for her,”

“And you are the one to care for her?”

“And why not?” he asked defensively, suddenly wondering if this was actually a bad idea. What was his plan, exactly? Barge into Elain’s bedroom, while she was bleeding and in pain? They were…what were they? Friends? Unresolved lovers? Definitely not lovers. He could only wish and hope, but that was in the past. Now, he was to be content with just being her acquaintance. Who desperately wanted to care for her during her cycle. Something that only mates and husbands did for their females. Lucien, certainly wasn't breaking down doors to get to her right now. He was happy to drink Rhysand’s expensive wine and eat the delicious roast.

Mor looked him over and said, “you aren’t exactly the caring type, Az.”

“I care when I want to,” he said, getting tired and annoyed with this conversation. “Can we go now?”

She hummed and pursed her lips, saying, “I am not sure we should. It’s her personal space, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You don’t need to come in,” his patience was running out. “And if she gets upset, I will take all the blame,”

“Hmm, I don't think so,”

“Morrigan!” she snarled.

“No, I don’t think I will do it,” she concluded.

“Fine,” he said calmly, but a clear threat was thundering through his deep midnight voice.

“I am glad we agree,”

“I will tell everyone that you are seeing Gwyneth,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

She gasped and clamped her hand over his mouth.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me,” he challenged.

Azriel was the only one who knew about the two of them. Furthermore, he was the only one who knew about Mor’s ‘secret’, though why the hell she kept it so, he had no idea.

It was scandalous though–Mor and Gwyneth. Mor was the teacher, regardless of Gwyn’s Carynthian status, and Mor was 500 years older, vastly experienced, and one of the founders of the Library, in charge of the priestesses’ well-being, and identities. A relationship with one of her students would be considered unethical at best, especially since Gwyn still lived in the Library and still served as a priestess there.

“You asshole,” she moaned. “You are such an asshole!”

He smirked and offered her his arm.

“Ready?”

“I hope she fucking throws you out!”

“She won’t,” he said confidently.

“And I’ll tell Lucien,” she threatened.

Breezily, he waved his hand and muttered, “Oh, I am terrified!”

A minute later, they stood in front of the white marble townhouse, which was decorated with pine wreaths and had a crooked snowman standing in front of it from the snowfall that they experienced in the fortnight. The snowman had a carrot for a nose and seven blue dots scattered around its body. Mor blew on her hands and chuckled at the snowman.

“Maybe she won’t throw you out after all,”

They entered the front garden and she poked at the two giant wilted leaves from some plant, which were stuck in the snowman’s back.

“Wings,” she noted.

He noticed everything as well and was quite pleased with the snowman.

She turned to face him and prodded his chest with her finger.

“You promise you won’t say anything to anyone!”

“I promise,” he agreed. “Though I don’t know if it’s me you should be worrying about.”

“Who else knows?” she exclaimed worriedly.

“No one. But I am curious how you’ll explain getting that pegasus from Helion and gifting it to Gwyn, after Gwyn will inevitably blabber about it to Nesta, who’ll blabber about it to Cassian, who will definitely blabber about it to Rhys. Because there is no fucking way that Gwyn isn’t going to be talking about her new flying horse.”

Mor let out a muffled, pathetic sigh and grabbed Azriel’s arm, turning him to face her.

“By the gods,” she lamented breathlessly, the seriousness of the situation dawning on her. “Az!”

“What?”

Pleading, she asked, “What do I do?”

He shrugged, still feeling petty over how she almost refused to take him here.

“Azriel!”

“What do you want me to say, Morrigan?” He opened his hands widely. “I can do many things, but keeping Gwyneth Berdara silent isn’t one of them.”

“But if Rhys finds out…” her voice died in a heavy exhale.

“Yeah, there would be hell to pay,” he agreed callously.

“But I love her,” she murmured.

“Not sure it matters to him.”

It definitely didn’t matter to Rhysand when Azriel was in a similar situation only recently.

Azriel regarded Mor for a long time, considering whether he should give her advice.

Azriel held grudges. It wasn’t his finest trait, but he couldn't help it. He was an Illyrian, and a Fae, and his grudges lasted for thousands of years. Could and did he forgive Mor for all the years of incomprehensible rejection? No, not even a little bit. At the same time, he also moved on. There was someone that he was interested in and who reciprocated his feelings and who concerned him much more than Mor ever would again.

“It might not be the perfect solution,” he said at last, “but use magic. There is a secret keeping spell that you can use, or a Confounding spell,”

“Oh yes, yes…” she was nodding eagerly.

“It’s not ideal, but it’s something. It will tide you over until you figure out what to do. She is young and impulsive–I wouldn’t trust her to keep a flying horse a secret.”

“You are right. Maybe a Confounding Spell, where she’d just forget to talk about it and it won’t be on her mind…”

“We done talking about Gwyn? I want to go inside,” he stomped his feet. “It’s colder than Apollion’s asshole!”

She cocked her brow at him and muttered, “I wasn’t aware that you were so familiar with his asshole.”

Elain was in her bed, on top of the covers, curled around her stomach.

Fae periods were atrocious. They were uncomfortable and painful, though not as frequent as when she was human. But her new body still confused her. Why go through so much pain and discomfort only to have to wait years, sometimes decades to get pregnant. It seemed pointless. Why suffer this much, only to wait and wait in vain to have a child?

She couldn’t complain really–her cycle was pretty bad, but not as debilitating as Feyre’s, or even Mor’s. Somehow, she and Nesta avoided being subjected to the horrors that so many other Fae females experienced during their cycles. It wasn’t pleasant by any means, but she wasn’t crying and sweating, or shaking and moaning like her younger sister. However they were Made, she and Nesta were given a little bit of a reprieve from the fate of all other Fae females.

The pain was manageable, but she was bleeding profusely. It was so abundant, it didn’t allow her the opportunity to leave the house for at least 3-4 days.

Did she want to go to the Solstice celebration at her sister’s? Frankly, she was glad that she was missing it this year. Because he would be there. And the other he. The one she wanted, and the one who laid claim on her. And she didn’t want to deal with either one of them. She was lonely, but by now, this was something to be expected–she didn't have many friends beside the wraith twins, and she didn’t have a male either. She was almost 27 years old and she definitely thought that her life would’ve been very different right now–she might have had a loving husband in Graysen, and perhaps, even a baby by now. She would’ve been Lady Nolan, wife to a Lord’s son, mistress of the domain, wealthy and respected, and maybe even happy. Instead, now, men ran away from her, knowing that she had the blasted mate bond, which rendered her invisible in their eyes. Even Azriel seemed to have lost interest–why wouldn’t he? He was prohibited from seeing her and to him, she was unavailable anyway.

She was feeling sour. Unhappy with herself, unsatisfied, unaccomplished. How did Nesta of all people get married before her? Nesta, who never had a relationship in her life, was happily, joyfully mated to a great male, and Elain…well, Elain needed to find it in herself to go downstairs and warm up some soup or something. Nuala promised to bring her leftovers from today’s celebration, but for now, she had vegetable soup to look forward to.

She turned onto her side with a grunt, feeling the blood sloshing between her legs, and wrinkled her nose. Gods. It was so gross. Tucking her nose into the book she was reading, she got lost in the world. She wondered if there was really an academy for the Fae, where they studied and honed their skills and powers? That would be amazing to attend. Not just stumble about in the darkness, not understanding her own capabilities, but actually learn how to harness it and how to do spells and other incredible things. If she had a handsome vampire Professor, she wouldn’t have minded either. He reminded her of Azriel–brutal, brash and solitary. She also liked the other character, the big dragon shifter, who was dripping with raw masculinity. Biting her lip, she turned the page eagerly reading about the angry dragon chasing his love interest across the bubbling hot springs, until they finally finally kissed. Elain’s been waiting for this moment for four books and it was here, at last!

She didn’t know what it was, but she suddenly shifted on the bed, feeling someone’s eyes on her. The townhouse was well-protected, with ironclad wards, fit for Rhysand. No one could get inside. Ever. And yet the feeling of unease spread over her and she lifted her eyes from the pages of the hefty tome. She looked around her bedroom, but there was nothing amiss, except for the unusual clump of darkness in the corner. The shadows typically didn’t gather like that in that spot. And then, to her horror, a figure stepped out of the darkness–a figure of murky gloom–a huge male body, swathed in shadows…

“Aaaahhhhh!!!!!!!” Elain bellowed at the top of her lungs, deafening her own ears with her scream, as she hurled the thick book at the male.

“Auuuu!” she heard the man’s voice. “By the gods, Elain! What the fuck,”

Shockingly, it was Azriel who was now standing in her bedroom, the book in one hand, while he was rubbing his forehead with his fingers, where she smacked him with full force. “You could’ve taken my eye out!” he complained.

She scattered back, pulling her robe, her eyes wide with both fear and relief, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“What are you doing here?” she cried out. “How did you get inside?!?”

He was still grunting and wincing, rubbing his face, “Mor let me in,” he growled.

She began to calm down a bit, but then crossed her arms on her chest and repeated,

“It doesn’t explain what you are doing here? Shouldn’t you be celebrating Solstice with the others?”

“Yeah, come to think of it now, I should be,” he growled.

“Then why aren’t you?”

His left eye winked a couple of times and she couldn’t help, but giggle. He looked so...defeated. Like she sprung on him and completely took him by surprise.

“I think it’s obvious that I came here to check on you,” he said dryly.

“Oh,” she sat back on her heels and looked guiltily at him.

His shadows were gone, and he wasn’t wearing a jacket, which told her that he probably winnowed straight from the party.

He walked to the white stone fireplace and poked the burning logs with a poker, adding another log into the fire.

This was enough excitement for Elain, and she was now feeling exhausted, so she slipped back onto the bed, wincing from pain and discomfort. He caught her expression and turned to her, asking, “how are you feeling?”

“Like crap,” she admitted and he chuckled.

She wore a comfortable pair of cotton leggings and a hoodie. Her feet were bare and he looked at them, taking in her painted toes and a thin gold anklet, which surprised him for some reason. He looked at her for a while, in complete silence, the crackling of the fire the only sound in the room. She watched him too, silent and serious, and then extended her hand to him, and held it there, waiting. He took two steps to the bed and grasped her small hand in his, while sitting down on the edge of the bed. She smelled heady and the scent of blood, arousal, her womb, her skin, her natural scent of jasmine and honey almost made his eyes roll back in his head. It was the most delicious aroma he’d ever scented. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her wrist, feeling her pulse beneath his lips, before opening her hand and kissing inside it. Her breathing became uneven and he watched a lovely pink blush spread over her cheeks and her exposed neck. He loved kissing her hands, small and calloused, and covered in a thin net of various scars. She explained that most were from gardening, some were from burns, knife cuts, splinters, scalding water, from doing laundry in the winter and chopping wood, from weeding, and mending clothes. Gentle, pretty, but working hands.

“Thank you for coming to check on me,” she murmured, reaching up and tucking a strand of his thick, black hair away from his eyes. “You should get a haircut,” she then decided.

He nodded, “I should.”

His rough, scarred knuckles brushed against her cheek and he admitted, “I wouldn’t have wanted to spend Solstice with anyone but you.”

He looked at her bed, and then smiled, “now, who is this?”

She glanced over her shoulder and then took a stuffed pig that rested by her pillow and handed it to him. Azriel chuckled, stroking the soft toy.

“It’s Darius,” she explained.

“Darius the pig?”

“Yes. I used to have a stuffed pig when I was young and then it…” she stopped talking and swallowed heavily.

He rubbed the pig’s fluffy head with his thumb and pressed, “What happened to him?”

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears and she murmured, “When the creditors came…they ransacked our house, taking everything and anything that was of any value. They even took our hair ribbons and pins. And I was holding him and crying, because I barely understood what was going on and then one of the men snatched him from my hands. He tore his head off…and then stomped on it, so it wouldn't be possible to reattach it later.”

Two fat tears rolled down her cheeks and Azriel just…moved. He couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to. He wanted to love and comfort her. He wanted to protect her and cherish her. So when he pressed his lips to her face, gently kissing off the tears, it was not lustful or domineering, but a promise. A promise that he would always comfort her and hold dear what was important to her.

“I found this one here, because he reminded me of my Darius.”

“I’ll always take care of Darius,” he vowed, kissing her soft, beautiful face. “Of you. Of everything that is yours and ours.”

Her arm fell across his shoulders and she looked at him, her eyes wet, her lips parted, the pig squished between their bodies.

“You are just,” she whispered breathlessly, “you are…extraordinary.”

“No,” he shook his head, as his nose slid down her cheekbone, “just a male, who’d worship and adore you if you allowed me to.”

She cupped his face between her hands and pressed her lips to his forehead.

“You may…you know. You will always have my permission.”

He kissed her hand again and then pulled away. Truthfully, he didn't trust himself. Even now. Even knowing that she was bleeding and aching, tired and weak, but also ripe and ready for him, he didn’t trust himself and certainly didn’t want to take advantage of her. Because he knew that he could. And she’d be willing. And it’s not like he cared about blood either…But he knew that this wasn’t the time and she wasn’t ready. Besides, as much as he desired her, he also wanted to court her and taking advantage of her willingness and proximity didn’t seem fair. So, he pulled away, even though he was gritting his teeth.

“May I take the pain away?” he offered.

Elain leaned on her elbows and looked at him with a perplexed expression on her face. Her hair was a mess, slipping from the knot on top of her head and it endeared him even further.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t heal, but I am able to take away pain,” he explained.

“How?” she was shocked, for this was an ability that only some of the more powerful High Fae possessed. Rhysand, she’d seen Helion assist his soldiers on the battlefield, and perhaps Morrigan was also capable. Elain wasn’t even sure that Feyre could, or Lucien. Feyre was powerful in her own right, but she couldn’t take pain away.

He shrugged and didn’t answer. Maybe he didn’t know.

But…there was always something odd about Azriel. His power was vast. It was like a churning ocean of dark, mysterious raw energy that spoke to her own. It responded to her, drawing her own like a magnet, pulling it to her skin, so it vibrated and sought to escape so it could dance and play with Azriel’s power. They’d never discussed it, but the most acute sharing of power that they experienced was during the final battle of the war. She could sense it: his power of Death, deeper than the swirling eddies of the Cauldron, and her power, bright and calm, benevolent and immense–the power of Life.

“You can do that?” she murmured, looking at him in awe.

He smiled softly at her and said,

“You know me better than anyone. You always have.”

She supposed that she did. The mysterious shadowsinger was never much of a mystery to her. He allowed her in.

Azriel lifted her hoodie a bit over her stomach. It allowed him the view of a sliver of her flat belly. She lay back, a little tense, and he whispered,

“Think of me as a healer.”

She raised her brow at him, giving him a look. He smirked and then placed his large palm on her stomach. She concentrated, and then her eyes lit up and she grinned, after he pressed and held his hand to her skin.

“It’s working!”

“I would hope so,” he nodded, holding his hand to her belly longer than was necessary. His index finger moved lightly near her belly button, writing something that only he understood. Mine.

“It feels so good,” she almost moaned and Azriel sighed. He wished that she would whisper the same words, only under different circumstances. When it was from the pleasure that he gave her, when her beautiful body opened up to him, and welcomed him inside. Gods, she would love it. He would make it incredible for her, her body bowed beneath his, writhing, begging him for more, needing him, yielding to him, falling for him, submitting to him.

He smiled softly, mostly to himself. He was going to have a fun time filling his Elli’s belly with his babies. This little tidbit might not have been something that he shared with anyone, but Elli was his. And the desire to create a family with her, make them children, ran almost rabid in his blood. He was a patient male, and he was willing to wait. But the fact that she was going to become his wife, his lady and the mother of his children was all but a guarantee. He was even more careful on his missions now–not because of any sort of fear, but because he wanted to ensure that Elain got what she wanted��and that was him. He needed to be hers just as much as she was going to be his.

Elain’s slender finger wrapped around his wrist and she whispered, ‘thank you’.

“You are welcome, beautiful,” he whispered and then dropped the hem of her hoodie down. “Now, have you eaten?”

Unenthusiastically, she muttered, “I have soup.”

“That is thrilling. Soup.” He tsked sarcastically, but then added, “it didn’t answer my question though. Have you eaten?”

“Nuala made me porridge in the morning.”

“Alright then,” he got up and then fluffed her pillows, announcing, “I shall tend to you and make us a fine Solstice meal indeed.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked. “I don’t need to eat…I am not hungry…”

He hummed and said, “Keep reading your thick smutty book that you’ve used as a weapon,”

“I am sorry!”

“Good aim, by the way.”

She laughed softly.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Only my pride.”

“You know,” he jerked his head towards the book, “I’ve read it,”

“You have?” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, where are you at?”

“The dragon shifter and the phoenix are in the hot springs,”

Azriel’s long whistle interrupted her.

“They are about to do it.”

“Do what?”

“It. Elli. It.”

He winked and then disappeared, but not before smirking at her blush.

In the kitchen, Azriel took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and headed for the basket of potatoes.

In Illyria, produce was often scarce, but potatoes were always available, and dozens, if not hundreds of recipes, included or were dedicated to the humble spud. Females had all sorts of secret recipes for their cycle times, and while Azriel never bothered to find out much about them, he could cook up amazing mashed potatoes, roast them with garlic and rosemary, fry them, smash them with cheese and butter.

He filled a large pot with water, grabbed the basket and sat down. Considering his options for a moment, he decided on using Truth Teller to peel them. His dagger wasn’t only for killing and maiming–he used it casually as well, but only for himself. Shrugging, he figured that Elain might actually benefit from a mash made with a Made utensil.

Once peeled and cleaned, he dumped the potatoes into the pot, put it on the fire, and began setting the table–he pulled out the nice china from the cabinet, crystal glasses, and the real silver silverware. Then he lit candles in a large beautiful candelabra and grabbed one of Elain’s flower-filled vases, and placed it on the table as well.

When Elli was going to be his and they’d be living here together, he was going to make some design changes. The place was a bit stuffy for his taste, and could benefit from fewer walls. He liked wide open spaces, air, lots of light, windows, unfussy furniture.

“Az!” he heard her yell from upstairs.

Smiling, he yelled back, “What’s going on, beautiful?”

“I am bored!” she complained.

“I’ll come and get you in a few minutes, gorgeous. I am just finishing up here.”

“Whatchya doing?”

“Preparing Solstice dinner, because we are not savages and we’ll have a proper celebration.”

Azriel found some cold ham in the ice box, pate, smoked chicken, a few varieties of cheese, and then headed to the cellar for the wine.

Elain was feeling hot and heavy. Not because of her menstrual pains–not at all, because Azriel successfully took all of that away–and not even because of her blood, but because of the highly erotic chapter that she just read. And quickly re-read. She couldn’t believe that Azriel read the same thing! It made her tingle in places where she shouldn’t be tingling right now, and brought a wave of heat to her cheeks, and between her legs. Her breasts were aching and her nipples grew hard. It didn’t help that the object of her affection was downstairs, preparing dinner. Gorgeous and red-bloodied Illyrian warrior whose touch drove her wild with lust and desire. And he read this very book–its erotically charged chapters, with the handsome dragon shifter doing things to his phoenix lady that Elain could only dream of. She was so engrossed in the book that she didn’t even notice Azriel, who stood in the doorway, his tattooed forearms crossed on his chest, an amused smirk on his lips.

She blinked at him, pulled back into reality.

“So?” he asked, “did they do it?”

Elain snapped the book closed and exclaimed, “I can’t talk to you about that!”

He laughed and teased, “but why not? I’d like to know what your thoughts are,”

“Well, you can’t!” she argued primly.

“Well…” he sighed. “Maybe later. When you are mine.”

She looked up at him from the bed and he enjoyed watching her squirm under his penetrating gaze, watching her little bare toes scrunching, as she pressed her thighs together.

“Azriel,” she breathed, almost frightened by the intensity of his gaze.

“It’s not negotiable, Elli,” he told her firmly.

“But,”

“It’s all superfluous, you know. All the barriers, real or perceived. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been, and I won’t let go of the feeling. You’ll be mine.”

Then he tossed her some kind of white lump and said, “for now, go change–I’ve made some adjustments to your pads.”

Elain grabbed the cloth that he gave her and got up from her bed, scurrying to the bathing room. She was still not used to the ease with which Fae males approached menstruation, seemingly unconcerned about it at all, and willing to assist in any manner, treating these messy, violent female cycles as part of their lives just as much as they were part of the females’. Still, at least he didn’t offer to go inside the bathing room with her.

What she was holding in her hand was her usual cloth, but it was folded and stuffed with cotton balls, as well as a strip of bandage inside, which made the whole thing water resistant. She glanced at it, awed. It was genius!

She washed and changed and instead of stuffing her underwear with six cloths, she only needed the one pad. It was actually perfect–comfortable, provided ample coverage, and Elain was thinking how to replicate the design for further usage. When she opened the door into the bedroom, she found Azriel sprawled on her bed, long muscular legs crossed at the ankles, reading her book.

“This is quite the scene!” he decided, looking at her. “Ready to go?”

“Thank you,” she said softly, her cheeks rosy. She had rebraided her hair, put some blush and lip tint on, and changed into a different, prettier shirt. “For the pad…it’s very cleverly made,”

He sat up and said, “glad you liked it. I’ve made you a set. It’s downstairs.”

He got up, took two strides towards her and then swiftly picked her up off the floor.

She absolutely didn’t mind it, though she attempted to protest rather feebly and he basically ignored her with a chuckle.

“No, take the bag!” she pointed to a bag by the door and he grabbed that as well, groaning,

“What the hel is in it, beautiful?”

Azriel carried Elain downstairs and into the dining room, and she gasped, as she took in the beautifully set table, resplendent with lit candles and flowers. The fireplace was lit now, and it made all her Solstice decorations glow and sparkle to her great delight. Azriel gingerly placed her down in the chair and filled her glass with wine, knowing that she liked white. He filled his own, and then stood with his glass raised, saying,

To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.

“Happy Solstice, Az,” she smiled at him and he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Happy Solstice, Elli.”

“Thank you for spending it with me.”

“Of course, beautiful. I’d rather be here, with you, than anywhere else. Now, let’s eat.”

Elain felt like a queen, being cared for and served hand and foot by a mighty Illyrian warrior no less. It was surreal, but it felt nice, and what’s more, it was obvious that Azriel wanted to do this with her, and for her.

He brought platters to the table and then a big bowl of some of the creamiest looking mashed potatoes she’d ever seen. Just the sight of them made her salivate.

“You made these?” she gushed, once he sat down at the table.

“Potatoes for my Elain,” he grinned and placed a heaping serving on her plate.

Elain attacked them ravenously, and Azriel had a satisfied look on his face watching her eat.

“Remember our first Solstice?” she asked him, as she helped herself to more mash. It was truly amazing. Not only delicious, thick and rich, creamy and satisfying, but there was something special to them as well, which she couldn’t quite figure out. It’s like every spoonful gave her strength, made her feel better, eased the heaviness of her cycle.

“How could I forget?” he leaned back in his chair, twirling the glass stem between his fingers. “It was the first time you served me food.”

She swallowed another forkful of potatoes and argued, “it so wasn’t’.

The glass paused mid-air and he looked at her surprised.

“Wasn’t it?”

“Nope,” she popped her lips.

“So when was it then?”

“The potatoes–which I did serve you directly–were just the first time I fed you in public. So everyone could see,” she explained patiently. “But you’ve been eating my food for a long time. All the blackberry tarts and lemon cakes–I make those for you. They are your favourites.”

“You made them for me?” he repeated, his voice quiet.

“Sure did. So, if you believe in all that mating nonsense, then we’ve been mated a long time ago.”

He raised his brow and asked, “Mating nonsense?”

Elain shrugged and sipped her wine. She was feeling pretty good actually. Normal. Like she felt when she had her period when she was human.

“I mean, you can’t possibly believe that a big pot is somehow able to find your perfect counterpart?” she challenged him. “Someone who fits you perfectly, and will love you forever?”

Azriel was so taken aback by her argument, he didn’t know what to say. His belief in the existence and the power of the mate bonds was so ingrained in him, and so unquestionable, he always took it as fact. But…what if…

“Look at Rhys and Feyre,” he threw back at her. “Or Nesta and Cassian,”

“Yeah, bad example,”

“Why is that?”

“Nesta fell in love with Cassian at first glance,” Elain said simply. “A lightning strike. He was everything she ever wanted, ever dreamed of, ever needed–he was perfection in her eyes. It was cute,” she smiled, remembering, “watching her back then. How besotted she was, how she wanted to talk about him all the time, how she’d look up at the skies to see if he might be visiting. All I am saying is that she fell in love with Cassian long before she knew anything about any mate bonds. Even the fact that we were different species didn’t stop her.”

“They do exist though,” he insisted.

She cocked her head and waved her fork around, looking like she was humouring him and his silly beliefs.

“Sure, I guess explain then why I am eating your delicious mashed potatoes on Solstice with you and not with my mate? Why you came here to care for me and cook and why you wanted to spend Solstice with me, and not him?”

To that, Azriel had no answer.

“I don’t believe in mate bonds,” Elain admitted truthfully. “But if it makes it easier for you, then I will feed you all the food you want.”

Lightning struck me too, Azriel wanted to tell her. I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you as well.

“What did you add to them?” she wondered, changing the topic and pointing to her plate.

“A little magic,” was all he said.

So she could feel the presence of Truth Teller’s magic. It was good to know.

“I want to give you your presents!” she almost bounced in her chair, rejuvenated by the potatoes and Azriel’s healing magic.

He smiled, “what about dessert?”

“We’ll eat it later. I want to give you your presents.”

“Fine, I want my presents too.”

Impatiently, Elain reached into the bag that she insisted Azriel bring with them.

He wondered what it would be this year. It was always something odd and hilarious.

“The bag is for you,” she said, and sat back, watching him, while he rummaged inside.

Firstly, he took out one book, and then, another.

How to Use Your Words and 10,000 New Words for Your Vocabulary

“Excuse me?” he glared at her, though a smirk threatened to break out on his lips.

She was laughing silently.

“You like?”

“Hmmm…I know there is a message somewhere in there,” he told her, “not sure what it is though.”

“There is one more,” she nodded to the bag.

He took out something soft and then unfolded it.

It was a scarf. It wasn’t a beautiful scarf. It was black, knitted somewhat inexpertly, with a cobalt blue thread running through it.

Azriel’s heart jerked in his chest.

“Did you…” he glanced at her, “did you knit this?”

She nodded, suddenly feeling shy.

“I am not good at knitting,” she confessed quickly. “I know it’s very ugly,”

“It’s not ugly!” he cut her off immediately, feeling the texture of the scarf in his hands, loving it already. “It’s perfect.”

She licked her lips and finally said,

“I think it’s Made.”

“What?”

“I wanted to Make it, so it’s magical,” she wrung her fingers, “it’s supposed to keep you warm at all times. I wanted you to be comfortable when you are out there, on your missions.”

“Elli,”

“Try it tomorrow, when you go to your snowball fight. When the other two are freezing, you should be warm,”

“You are giving me an unfair advantage?” he laughed.

“Umm yes! All is fair in love and war,” she winked. “But then you are expected to win, you know.”

“With this thing warming me up?” he puffed his cheeks, “I will destroy them. They won’t know what came at them.”

She clapped with a nasty little giggle and Azriel couldn’t stop laughing.

Then he got up and went to retrieve something from his jacket. He handed her a flat box and said,

“I know you don't believe in mates, but it’s the prerogative of a mate or a husband to give his woman jewellery for Solstice.”

When she opened the box, she found an opulent hair pin inside. It was stunning–large, so it could actually hold the mop of her thick hair, but also…

“I wanted something that spoke to you and of you,” he began explaining softly. “So I made it look like a flowering branch.”

The delicate branch was gold, and leaves were made of various gemstones–mother of pearl, diamonds, pale sapphires, and tiny specks of stones that she did not recognise.

“Azriel,” he gasped. “I can’t…it’s too much…”

Wordlessly, he picked up the pin from the box and then gently, but firmly thrust it in her hair.

“Beautiful,” he marvelled.

A rush of…power suddenly engulfed Elain. It was different from her own, but also familiar–she recognised it immediately. It was Azriel’s.

Her fingers flew to the pin and she whispered,

“What is it?”

“Tiny bits of my siphon,” he said softly. “For luck, and for you to always have someone of mine. And protection. And when you need a little more power, I hope they give it to you.”

“Az…” she looked up at him, her eyes filled with happiness and tears.

He cupped her cheek and his thumb stroked her face, before drawing slowly over her lips.

“I am tired of hiding, Elli,” he said gravely. “You and I–we are written in the stars. I know it’s more than you expected, but I want the world to know that you are mine. I am your man. No one else. You wear my gifts, my jewels. And you will be claimed as mine. The pin took a year to create, for every stone I found myself, in different parts of the world. When you are mine, I will explain the meaning behind all of them.”

His thumb lightly wrote Mine on her lips.

“I might be Death, but you will forever be my gentle fawn.”

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #azriel and elain #pro elriel #elain x azriel #elain #elriel month #elriel month 2023 #Elain's Potatoes #my writing #Elriel fanfiction #my fanfiction #ao3 fic

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shaunasbutcher · 15 days ago

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Gunner Dom

It was a reel on insta. Something about how all girls from Lawrence KS are hoes. It’s a college town and I’m from there so I made an agreeable comment. He dm’d me and asked if we could maybe meet up. Said he would be there for a weekend. I missed it, I’m not on there much but I found out he was a soldier living in Fort Riley. I have a military kink. He's blonde, pretty, was only 17 and a few weeks from turning 18. Thin but broad chested with supple skin and the biggest brown doe eyes. A southerner too, those accents from a man make me drop to my knees. He talked to me like he owned me from the get…I fucking loved that.

Anyway, I took a weekend and drove a couple hours to see him in the barracks. I came thru and saw this massive brick building. He came out in black clothes and helped me get my things inside, held me up…the parking lot was caked in ice. He took me into his barracks room. It was small, maybe the size of a large office. It had a bed, a couch, and a large closet. I put down my bag of clothes and things next to the closet. I had every intention of staying the night even tho we’d never physically met before. Once I got there I thought I was fucking crazy, but I didn't care. I wanted him.

He was sly. He told me he got me some chocolates. He put them on his bed and I had to bend over it to grab them. I think I got half of one in my mouth before he put his hand on my back…pushed me down…bent me over. We had been talking for a bit before we met and I bratted some. He told me I would pay for it. I didn’t really believe him but I should have. I heard him unbuckle his leather belt. God that sound. I then heard him rip it out of his waistband. The entire time he kept a hand on my back keeping me bent. Eight lashings. He told me that before but I thought he was bluffing. He pulled down my skirt and told me to count. He whipped me the first time. It was so hard I lurched back…he pushed me back down over the bed. Told me “I didn’t tell you to get up”. One.

He whipped me again, harder. So hard that I lost my breath. “Daddy please?!”…”I’m so sorry!” He commands me to keep counting. I’m scared, what the fuck have I done? Two, three and four. It stings like nothing I've ever felt. It takes my breath away. He’s whipping me so hard over my ass and the back of my thighs. He finally relents at seven. I’m so tired. He flips me over and pulls me forward a bit, rips my blouse by the buttons and puts his cock in me, and starts switching between eating me out and hate fucking me.

I’m crying after the second orgasm he gives me. He tells me “this is what bratty girls get” and slaps my face so hard my ears ring…I’m seeing stars. I cry harder. He cums…He stops and eats me out. I can’t. I’m so dizzy, so overstimulated, I try to push him off. He holds my hands down and continues, then ties my hands with the belt because I keep fighting him. He fucks me more, cums again. I’m fucking dead but I won’t give him RED. I’m a stubborn sub. He flips me onto my stomach. I hear a vibrator whirring. Fuck me 😣 He shoves lube in me, both holes. He shoves a huge vibrator in me and starts finger fucking my ass. I’m trying to take everything like a good little sub but I don’t know if I even lasted five more minutes after a fucking painful orgasm from the vib. I call RED finally. He stops immediately and takes his finger and the vib out of me.

I’m sobbing. I tell him I’m sorry I just can't take anymore. He tells me to stop saying that. He tells me how I was “such a good girl" for calling my safe word when I needed to, and for taking so much of him. I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and peace, but I can’t move. I need to go pee but I CANNOT move. I’m so tired. I'm dead in the water. He picks me up off of the bed and puts me in the bathroom. We shower together while he holds me up. He puts me in my oversized hoodie and we take a nap together. The most beautiful afternoon. What I would do to be fucked up like that again 🥰

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eikonoklast · 2 months ago

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Day 6 (Halcyon): A Toothless Beast

The elderly hoarhound watched from the creek as the little men played nearby, his head resting on his paws. It was a beautiful spring day on the mountain tundra: flowers of varying pinks, yellows, and purples dotted the grass, their blue-green leaves waving in the light, cool breeze. The sun shone down from a clear and cloudless sky, hedged in by snowy mountain peaks and lush pine forests below.

Oyugun, they called him. An old, mighty beast the Kha once feared - his skin rippling with taut muscle, his coat the color of ice and moonlight. His fangs were as long as daggers; sharp and gleaming in his bright red maw; and his claws were large enough to crush any man's neck between them. On this day however, his mighty paws were crossed in placid comfort. His teeth were concealed behind feather-soft jowls - not dripping with viscous saliva but…being played with by an inquisitive kit.

The small creature shoved a hand into the dread beast's maw, running its fingers over Oyugun's massive teeth. It made some unintelligible noises and tripped over his crossed leg, tumbling into the grass with a surprised yelp and landing in the mud on the edge of the chilly creek. Oyugun licked his teeth to wet them again as the little beast started crying. It wailed and carried on - its wet tail plastered to its side, its hair and tiny ears caked in mud. And it simply lay there by the waterside, wailing. The little men playing in the meadow didn't seem to hear its pleas.

The wolf stretched, his mighty tail swishing and knocking petals cartwheeling into the air. His claws marred the dirt as he dug in, resentful of the little thing for being so annoying. He yawned. The cries continued. The hoarhound stood, taking a step towards the little thing. It did not look quite like the little men, nor the big men. It had soft ears and its wet little snippet of a tail was just as plush. Still, it was furred much the same as the men. It must be one of theirs. Or maybe it was some infant beast?

Oyugun approached the crying creature, sniffing it. At this, the little thing stopped crying, its face red from the tears and cold. It shivered in the midday sun, sniffling and watching the predator with huge, curious eyes; reaching for the hound's grizzled muzzle. The tiny naked paws touched Oyugun's nose, the skin chilly. Why was it over here bothering him? Why wasn't it with the other little men? This tiny scrap of fur had snuck up on him, concealed within the tall meadowgrass as Oyugun had been napping. It smelled of berries and cloves and sunlight. And it did not understand what it was dealing with.

Oyugun encircled the little creature, wrapping his mighty, massive form around it. The thing did not struggle. It made a pleased noise as it pawed around inside his fur, snuggling. Soon it was asleep.

The silvery wolf took to gently licking off the dirt and mud from the little beast. He had been feared once. That time had long since passed. The big men would come if they wanted this kit, this he knew. They would come and take what was theirs and the hoarhound would let them. But until then, this little beast would be safe with him.

Author's Note: Chiteni doesn't have a very happy past honestly, and a lot of that is because I reflect a lot of myself onto him. Halcyon as a prompt is forcing me to really dig deep though - and it'd be a shame if I didn't occasionally get reminded that not ALL of the memories are bad. Though I doubt he remembers this one!

Oyugun is his faithful Fenrir - a friend to their tribe in the mountains who travels with him on his journeys. His name means ‘wise one.’ I wanted to be able to do something short and sweet, so I thought introducing his longest and most faithful friend would be a nice little treat! Sorry for the short post, long day ahead.

#ffxivwrite2024 #day 6 #original character #ffxiv #Chiteni Kha #Oyugun

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malrie · 24 days ago

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20241014 / Little Red Cap

What: A sweet little maiden is doted on by her grandmother, who made her a red velvet cap as a gift. The girl never took it off, so she was called Little Red Cap. One day her grandmother was sick, so Red’s mom tells her to bring her some cake and wine. On the way, she meets a wolf. The wolf tells her that she should enjoy how lovely the woods are instead of just marching to her grandma’s like she would to school. Red was convinced because the woods looked beautiful with sunshine and that she would bring her grandma fresh flowers. So she went off the path. In the meantime the wolf went ahead to grandma’s and pretended to be Red in order to come inside. He ate the grandma and took her place in bed. Little Red Cap came and was told to come in, but she felt unusually frightened and nervous coming inside. The classic exchange of “what big ears you have!” happens. The wolf gobbled up Red and soon napped after his full meal. A huntsman passed by and heard the wolf snoring and came to check. “‘So I’ve found you at last, you old sinner,’ said the huntsman. ‘I’ve been looking for you for a long time.’” The huntsman cuts open the wolf’s stomach and Little Red Cap and her grandma come out. They fill the wolf’s stomach with stones and when the wolf wakes he falls down and dies.

There’s a second epilogue-like tale of how Little Red Cap goes on another trip to give baked goods to grandma and encounters another different wolf. This time she knows better and stays on the open road straight to grandma. And the grandma is on alert too, so once the wolf tries to knock and pretend he was Little Red Cap, she tells Red to pour water that she had boiled sausages in the day prior into the trough to lure the wolf down from the roof. The wolf is enticed by the smell and loses balance on his place in the roof. He falls and drowns in the trough below.

Thoughts: A CLASSIC!!!!! It’s very much easy to see how stories like this were probably made to keep children from straying from human made (and vetted lmao) paths rather than getting lost in the woods, which I assume was a huge factor in child death back in the day. I think the hood instead being a red velvet cap is really fun since I’m kind of imagining strawberry shortcake as her lol.

The line I specifically added about the huntsman saying he’s been looking for the wolf all this time took me off guard which is why I added it. I don’t really recall he’d been on some off page mission for the wolf so that was kinda funny. And the hot dog water wolf addition to this story also was so unexpected it made me laugh.. like HOT DOG WATER… sausages whatever. I love the idea that every trip out Red goes to see grandma the two of them just get ultra efficient at killing wolves. Like how Red did karate in Hoodwinked the movie…. iykyk. I’m not rating these stories I think but if I did 10/10 thank you to Brothers Grimm for collecting this classic..!

#read log

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wool-and-wanderlust · 1 year ago

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July 3: I was so nervous when I woke up today. It felt like the first day of school, which I guess for me it kind of was. They asked me to arrive at 9:30, and when I did, they had already been working for a while. They had to get up extra early to bring in some sheep because it was raining and you can't sheer when the wool is damp. The farmer, Brian, had me come inside and help them bring out the tea and coffee for the shearers, and we stood and had drinks in the barn while everyone had a break. They suggested I change into a jacket that I wouldn't mind ruining because when you get up close and personal with sheep, your skin and clothes get covered in lanolin. It's the strangest feeling on your skin — almost like a mixture between grease and wax. They taught me how to wrap the wool and pack it into the large transport bags, and that's what I did for most of the day. There were three shearers (the farmer's son Tom, and Ben and James), one farmer (Dick) helping to keep moving the sheep into the right pens, and a few of us (Brian and his wife, Alison, and me) wrapping wool. The shearing is a seriously physical job...they work hard. They played loud classic rock to keep the spirits up. They stopped for a tea break mid-morning, did a few more hours of work, had a rest and food at lunchtime (one man, Dave, took a nap in the barn on some wool), worked a few more hours, and had another tea break in the afternoon before finishing up for the day. We had a feast of sandwiches, pizza, pork pies, and cakes for lunch. It was amazing! The local farmers help each other out with shearing, trading labor, and it seems to be a nice social event as well since farming can be a pretty isolating job at times.

I'd heard that sheep farmers can't make much money off of wool anymore, but it's really incredibly bad. For example, with this breed of sheep the farmers only get about $0.45 per bundle, and professional sheep shearers can charge at least $1.00 to shear one sheep. Synthetics have taken over the world in such a short amount of time. We don't know how to appreciate what nature hands right to us and it's heartbreaking. They only really bother shearing now because they have to do it to keep the flock healthy. Some farmers don't even bother packing/selling the wool; they might just put it in a pile and use it for cattle bedding.

Towards the end of the day, Brian took me around his property in the ATV to see his cow pastures. The countryside is just so unbelievably beautiful. I'm sure if you live here you get used to it, but it's hard to imagine not waking up and being in awe of it all every day. I wish all farm animals could live as good of lives as these. Tomorrow there will be a gather to bring in more sheep off of the common land, and I've been invited to help with that. I'm told it will be cold! Drove home down the tiny country lanes, and felt a huge amount of relief that I've landed at a farm with some of the kindest people I've met who are open to teaching me things.

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sweetswesf · 2 years ago

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Check In

What I Did Today

Took a phone call w/Microsoft & another company; I do not want to work at either, and thought of canceling, but took them anyway because I never know...

Cleaned my space; there are ALWAYS CHORES TO DO! lol I'm grateful but at the same time like geeeze lol

Mustered up the courage to step on the scale today

Pushed a commit to keep my GitHub green...I wonder if recruiters even care about that anymore...

Met w/some girlies from my old job who were also laid off in this round

Paid my tithes & credit card bills

Ate the food I meal prepped

Checked in on 2 friends

Grocery shopped

How my mornings start: ~35g of protein right chea

What I Learned Today

More Black engineers than I thought were actually let go

I'm not as heavy as I thought I was; I was 149 today...I'm trying to get down around 135-130...I was 142 before changing my diet and getting more protein and resistance training in...they say muscle weighs more but idk man...7 pounds is a huge jump...I'm 5'2" so TECHNICALLY this is obese

Feeling

Inspired

Annoyed; because I'm Black, recruiters are always trying to plug the line "WE CARE ABOUT DIVERSITY!"; Do ya'll press this issue as much with White candidates? It feels like pandering. Of course I care about diversity. So much so that I KNOW y'all ain't got it where it needs to be, otherwise, you wouldn't have to tell me about it...I'd know about it because there'd be a million articles about it; you'd be a unicorn because only a small FEW companies are getting it right; I can't name more than 5 tech companies that are; you don't get to take credit for "caring about diversity" if your company is doing the bare minimum;

Slightly nervous; going to meet up with some old colleagues tomorrow; one of which I was friends with, told him I liked him at the start of the pandemic in 2020; then he disappeared like a DWEEB *MAJOR EYE ROLL*; I won't make it weird, but I know he will

Encouraged, further validated in my feelings; God gives me all the validation I need; some extra comes from the women who are also going through this at the same time as me; knowing they feel similar and are doing similar things is reassuring

Burnt out; how can I feel both encouraged and burnt out? These feelings come in waves and can change throughout the day...

LET DOWN; I wanted to work out and get more things done today, but had a HUGE headache from the cardio class that put me out today...I couldn't work out or juice like I wanted to. I was on my back for most of the day and I didn't anticipate that. I wanted to do so much and felt like such a slob for laying on the couch & watching YouTube instead, while all these great companies want me to interview and all the prep I know I need to do is just sitting there waiting on me...it was not a good day for me mentally...I also woke up from a nap just so sad that my parents haven't reached out in so long. I wake up like this a lot. It was rough day today dude, but I'm glad I didn't force myself to work out because even walking around made my head pound. Tomorrow will be better.

Takeaways

I would like to go back to therapy. I have a lot on my mind these days and need to trust God more & get deeper in my talks with him...and put this social media DOWN

Goals After Today

Strengthen my relationship with God

Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in less 3 months

Drop my body fat percentage

Use social media/YouTube less

Improve my relationship with my family

Be more confident & faithful

Move more during my day

DRINK MORE WATER!

Get back on the ball

Be kinder to myself and stop guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%

Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too

Find a therapist

#tech #software engineering #software engineer #check in #black in tech #black in the bay #san francisco #silicon valley #engineer #python #black women in tech #algoexpert #interview cake #weight loss #resistance training

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years ago

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im curious. I just randomly got this idea, what would happen if poly!ghostface’s S/O took them on a vacation. just out of nowhere, they’re like “hey, we should go hawaii!” Like pure crackhead energy, spontaneous in other words lol 🌚

Combined these babies since they're similar. I had a blast with this, so it's a beefy one!

TW: Brief mentions of smut.

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poly!Ghostface on a Vacation to Hawaii with GN!Reader:

They knew something was up when you came bounding down the stairs and Risky Business sliding into the kitchen.

Billy was drinking a soda and reading a mystery novel at the island and Stu was raiding the pantry bc he was bored.

Sooo, it's summer. Neither of you decided to take classes this semester because of one reason or the other

And you bring up going to Hawaii! I mean, why not.

Stu is absolutely ecstatic and 1000% down. The one good thing about being dragged by his parents into business or socialite trips was how fun it is to travel.

Small town killer boy Loomis hasn't left Woodsboro much and has even been outside of California before. So he's down.

You can Billy offer to pay for yourselves, but Stu isn't having it bc that means he'd have to wait longer while you guys try and save up.

And he aint waiting lol.

So The Trip itself:

Airport portions, are hell. You find out that Billy is a total Karen when flying lmaoo.

"Pay extra for luggage? Are you fuckin' kidd- no Stu, don't hand them the money yet, Im gonna talk to them because this is ridiculous. We paid for this!"

Flight attendant telling Billy the box meal he wanted isn't available: "Then why did you hand me a menu that has it on the cover? No, whatever its fine, just get me the other one then."

Stu is surprisingly chill at airports. He's been to them a lot, so he knows their standards and procedures inside and out.

He usually rides business class with his parents. But you and Billy didnt want to spend a shit ton of money on the flight when it could be used on the trip itself. So Economy it is.

The plane ride is actually not that bad. You 3 p much just did your own things. Listening to music, sleeping, reading a book, playing your Gameboy etc.

When you arrive in Kona International is when the real fun begins.

Immediately, and Im talking as you get off, the airport staff greeting everyone was handing out leis. You guys put em on.

The hotel you go to is absolutely gorgeous. This is where you let yourself splurge. Stu payed the bulk of it, but you and Billy made sure to chip in a good chunk.

It's a resort, basically. Huge hotel, wit beautiful lobbies, marble flooring, different types of huge fountains and waterfalls, etc etc.

There's a shit ton of pools, gyms, tennis courts, golf areas etc. And you're RIGHT next to a gorgeous beach that you can look out from your room to see.

Speaking of your room, like the rest of the hotel, its absolutely gorgeous.

Google luxury hotel rooms in Hawaii and you get the picture.

Huge huge fluffy bed, and large glass shower with color changing lights, huge jacuzzi for a tub.

And yeah, the sex is going to be absolutely wild. You're going to have trouble getting them to leave the room lol.

So the first night, you guys just unpack and relax. It's super late at night when you arrive and you're tired from the flight. Youre planning on eating out at a ton of superb restaurants, but tonight you take the opportunity to check out how good the room service at the resort is.

You order some delicious Hawaiian fare, including desserts like pink Haupia cake and such.

After a quick nap after eating dinner, you guys would head down to the lobby and go to the Mai Tai bar for a few drinks. It's by a waterfall and it pretty empty, so you enjoy just hanging there, just drinking and talking for awhile

The you guys explore the hotel a little, scoping out the pool area and the tennis court and such before just heading back to the room.

You guys pass out then lol. Nothing raunchy happens bc jet lag and you're all just so tired.

During the vacation, you guys end up getting breakfast everyday at the hotel. Stu absolutely obsessed with the coconut syrup on waffles with pineapple preserves. Billy likes the spam musubi.

At Stu's insistence, the first thing you guys do is go to a beach with waves. Stu brought his surfboard and he is over the moon at a chance to surf in Hawaii.

You and Billy watch him catch some waves. You cheer him on, which hypes him up even more. Billy mostly just watches and smiles fondly, but he lets out a few whoops or two at some cool tricks or whip-outs.

You guys end up renting a jeep and just driving through the mountains and volcanoes on Highway 560. You put down the hood, and are in awe at the beauty of nature, and the way smaller towns are built up along the side of a mountain. The air is fresh and you guys put on some good music and laugh.

You end up at the top of a hill during sunset, and yes you all get emotional and make-out while listening to Oasis.

One of the days you end up just going around the malls of Hawaii. The food and farmers markets had you guys drooling.

Billy had his first taste of dragonfruit, and now he'll never go back.

You got stung by a jellyfish :(, Stu insisted on peeing on your leg bc he read somewhere that it helps. You and Billy don't believe him (bc its bullshit lol), but you're in so much pain you guys end up going to a beach's locker room and having stu pee on your leg in the shower while Billy kept watch lmaoo.

Spoiler alert, it didn't help.

You guys go to the Polynesian Cultural Center, where you learn a lot about the indigenous people of Hawaii and Polynesia in general.

They don't say it during the tour, but another visitor who's Polynesian herself mentions that she's upset at how they skim over how indigenous people were treated by "settlers" and you get a crash course in it from her.

You also find out the center is owned by a church and NOT natives, and get upset enough you guys decide to forego the $300 per person buffet and live show, bc you don't want to give them money.

Luckily for you, the girl, Kanoe, is from Tuvalu and she mentions that her parents own a restaurant that serves Polynesian cuisine. You decide to go eat there, to support indigenous businesses.

Of course Billy and Stu (especially Stu) wanted to go to the Nani Moon Meadery and Kona Brewing Co. in the evening for one of the nights. You decide whether to go with them or not, but if you end up staying behind, you get to take a relaxing evening to yourself doing or going to see whatever you want! It's nice, and you really got a moment to take everything in by yourself and they get a lil date with just them two!

This happens a few times, where one of you stays behind and the other two go in pairs.

You end up going with Billy alone to Mauna Kea to bike ride while Stu nursed a bad hangover. You both get to talk and laugh, and even have a race with each other (Billy won bc his legs are longer lol.) You two got curious about smoking week at such a high altitude, so you tried it and immediately regretted it once you both had a coughing fit. You laughed afterwards about it tho.

You and Stu go mountain tubing together when Billy needed a break from ppl bc his social battery ran out. It's so much fun! You guys got individual floaties and then later traded with another couple to have a connected floaty! There were stretches of river and then really fun dips you went down!

You guys go see some national parks where you get to see real molten rock and lava!

Of course wihtout question, you guys go see the Jurassic Tours where you get to see and walk around where it was filmed! You 3 binged the movies the night before the tour too to prepare!

It almost goes without saying, but you guys have sex in every surface of that hotel room. Shower, balcony, bed, floor, desk, etc. Everywhere.

And you guys ended up having a romantic and passionate romp in the jeep during that one sunset you guys watched.

You wanted to do more, like see the manta rays, check out Lahaina Town, go snorkeling, or go to tour the Kona Coffee Farm. But alas, your time was limited and there was just simply too much to do.

No worries though, you guys will undoubtedly come back in the future!

#billy loomis #stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface #poly ghostface x reader #scream x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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jxyc-3 · 2 years ago

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Hii

Could I request headcanons for Albedo & Kazuha as parents? (seperated, not like a ship) If that's too much, just Albedo is fine too. And it's totally fine if not ofc, no pressure !!

Albedo and Kazuha as Parents!

Hello!! I tried my best with the Kazuha one but unfortunately couldn't figure out a canon enough scenario. BUT! I did write some bulleted headcannons. I tried out Kazuha for once but I just can't get his dynamic right, so I'm sorry for that. Anyways, I hope you enjoy these!

-jxyc-3

Albedo

Albedo would use his time parenting to give you a day for relaxation, he would follow all of your rules without letting the child disturb your relaxing period. Before you know it, both you and your kid are fast asleep, muscles untense, snoring peacefully.

Albedo would definitely much prefer having one kid, that being a girl. Albedo is experienced with taking care of klee, so having a daughter would be a piece of cake for him.

Albedo would treat his child like he does with Klee, and would take care of them all throughout the day, even while working.

If your child did anything bad out in public, Albedo would take responsibility and try to keep your child close for the rest of the time.

Would definitely teach your child all about painting, and about alchemy whenever they were old enough to understand.

�� Scenario:

You awoke in agony, with your child creating a huge ruckus at only 5:30AM. Oh, how you wished for more sleep, but with that amount of noise, your body would be awoken with more and more complaints throughout the rest of your ‘peaceful’ morning. You got up, deciding that you were going to see if you could get your child to go to sleep for just a few more hours. Suddenly, you woke up. You were in a panic, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep. And your child was not anywhere near you. Anxiously, you got up from your position. You left your room in a rush, but to your rescue, a familiar pair of boots were laid out, with a familiar blonde nearby. You walked fast towards Albedo, who was drawing with your child on the floor. “What’re you drawing?” You said, sitting down in front of their laid out canvas, with a smile stretching across your face. Your child and your husband/boyfriend looked at each other, then, Albedo and your child lifted up their art, one having one hand on one side, in sync with each other. “Secret.” Albedo says, while your child reveals themselves from behind the canvas and puts their finger over their mouth, with a “shhhh” to follow with. After a few seconds of them refusing to let the canvas back onto the floor, you give up and lay back. Albedo handed your child both sides of the canvas, and got up from off the floor. Standing next to your side, Albedo lets out a hand to help you up. Taking it, Albedo guides you over to your dining room table. “We both decided that we would take it easy on you today, so, use this time to relax.” Albedo says with a slight smile, pulling out a chair for you. Walking into your kitchen as you position yourself in your chair, “Look, we made you heart shaped pancakes.” Albedo says while he sets down the pancakes in front of you. Your child runs up to sit next to you, climbing up onto the chair, cheering for pancakes. Albedo brings back two more plates for him and your kid, setting them down, and seating himself. Throughout the meal, there were moments where your child would act out of your set rules, but Albedo easily took care of it for you. Throughout the rest of the day, Albedo would deny any help from dealing with your child, and insisted on letting you relax for the rest of the day. During your child’s nap-time, Albedo made sure to spend as much time as he could with you before they woke up. By the end of the day, you were well relaxed, and had fallen asleep. Your child was worn out by spending the entire day playing with Albedo, and had also fallen asleep in your living room. Albedo picked up your child and laid them in your bed next to you, being careful not to wake either of you up. “We didn’t have enough time to give our gifts,” Albedo whispered. “Oh well, I’ve got a few hours left to spare to set something up.” You had woken up with a full night's rest, with your child still asleep and a few more hours to spare until they got up. When you arose, you stretched and got up, almost knocking over a set-up full of paintings on a table next to your bed. Looking through them, you found perfectly painted moments of you, and your child, with a very familiar one being a painting of you and your child sound asleep. Next to it, you read a note he’d left behind. It said, “Dear ___, Hopefully you have had enough time to destress. I tried to squish in some time for my next meeting here, but it won’t be soon. Normally I would stay for longer but I have quite the pile of work to do with lessons and paintings due that will fill up the next few weeks. In the meantime, I hope these paintings will serve as a good ‘until-next-time’ gift.”

Kazuha

Kazuha would definitely be the care-free, risk taking type of dad. He would do things that would make your adrenaline rush, but in the end he and your child would be perfectly fine.

Kazuha wouldn’t care which gender your child is, he’s just glad he finally reached the point in your relationship to have a child with you.

Out in public, Kazuha makes sure to wipe the risk-taking, care-free personality he has, and makes sure to keep all eyes on your child.

When he takes breaks to come back from sailing with Beidou and her crew, he spends a while with you and your kid before setting sail again.

-jxyc-3

Would probably teach your child how to play music on any kind of instrument, all about swords, and poetry.

It'd been a few days since kazuha had taken a leave from bedidous ship to visit for a few months, and he had already been doing reckless things that made you go parent-mode and freak out. Today, being one of the days where it stressed you out most. He'd done things outrageous before that over time you wouldn't mind, like climbing tall trees, playing hide n seek in a forest, catching fish in busy rivers, etc- which you didn't mind because kazuha is experienced in those situations and has survived through it. But THIS was the thing that freaked you out most. It was a regular evening, and you had just finished making dinner and were about to call kazuha and your child in when you saw what freaked you out most. Kazuha was sitting on a rock in your yard watching and guiding your child, who was fighting a samurai dog, with a real sword. "Kazuha!" you yelled, worryingly, as you ran out and picked up/grabbed your child, who dropped the sword immediately. When doing so, the samurai dog barked and charged as if it were going to attack you. Kazuha ran in, blocking the attack with his own sword, and sent the samurai back. "These types of animals were well trained in battle situations, it must have mistaken you for someone trying to kidnap its master." Kazuha revealed, shiething his blade, which signaled to the samurai dog that there was no attack at hand. "Kazuha! Why did you have to do this of all things? That dog is trained specifically for guarding/attacking, our child could have gotten hurt!" You say, yelling at kazuha face to face. "It sees us as an equal. Not to mention, our child was attacking too quickly fot an opening, so it was on defense-mode." Kazuha replied, patiently. "But-" you mutter out, getting interrupted by a soft chuckle. "Do not worry, I won't do it again. Let's go eat dinner before it gets cold."

#albedo #genshin inpact #hoyoverse #mihoyo #genshin impact x reader #albedo genshin impact #albedo headcannons #albedo fluff #kazuha fluff #kazuha headcannons #kazuha

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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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Hello! How are you? Can you do head-canons for the bros (and in-undateables if you want) with a teen MC (like 13-16) pls? Like how they act when they meet them, how they act now, specific head-canons like that y’know? ONLY PLATONIC OR FAMILY-LIKE RELATIONSHIPS no romantic or sexual ones because that’s ✨gross✨ Anyway, thank you for your time and if you don’t want to do this I completely understand! Have a nice day lovely!😘

This ones so sweet so I honestly can’t wait to get started. Hope yer having a great day, love x

FYI: let’s say Belphie wasn’t trapped in the attic for this HC just to make it so that he didn’t murder a child-

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to Teen MC

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Lucifer

When he first chose you for the exchange program, he kind of expected someone... older?

But instead here you were, another chihuahua

To his surprise, you had your calm moments but you also had your energetic moments where you and Mammon would cause problems upon problems around the house

To say you got annoying quickly would be an understatement, but weirdly, he saw you as his own kid and he did anything to protect you

If you were upset, he was straight at your side with a cup of hot chocolate and asking who made you upset, just like a worried parent would

He felt so relieved when after a couple months passed you began to calm down and sit with him and just talk about life and how you’re handling RAD

The first time you gave him a hug he was genuinely surprised and wasn’t sure what to do but he honestly could’ve cried

Mammon

As soon as he saw you he just went straight to the chihuahua jokes. He loved your size cause it meant he could use you as his arm rest whenever he wanted

Immediately took you under his wing and became an older brother figure to you, keeping you safe and rarely letting anyone touch you

He’s like the cool older brother you’ve always wanted who buys you little gifts every now and again as a surprise and makes you laugh all the time

He loves how energetic you are and how much fun you two have together tormenting his brothers

Seeing you sad is something he never wants to see, and I can promise you that sadness will not last long with Mammon by your side

Any type of affection you give him makes him so so happy, like hearing a child say their first word

Honestly though, he likes the chill side of you too where you two can just sit back, watch a movie and say “it’s you” at every unattractive character the both of you come across

Leviathan

Children really wasn’t his thing and he was not expecting to have to look after the exchange student

But after a while, you turned out to be pretty cool since you two shared a lot of hobbies together and you even cosplay with him on certain occasions

He’s a literal older brother figure to you and it makes him elated to have you as his Henry

You two shop for endless useless crap on Akuzon together and get yelled at by Lucifer for blocking the entrance with all the boxes

He’s comfortable around you, especially as you eventually began to calm down and the only thing you wanted to do was stay up all night and laze around in his bedroom all day

If you were ever sad, he’ll quickly turn on your favourite anime or movie and wrap you up in a huge blanket. He never wants to see you upset

You may have given him a heart attack the first time you hugged him though but he was so close to crying, it may’ve been the best day of his life

Satan

Energetic short stack as the new exchange student? No thanks

Sort of just attempted to avoid you the first couple days but you kept on following him, asking him so many questions

But after a while, he began to gradually warm up to you and even shared some of his books with you and read them to you when you had trouble sleeping

The bond he has with you isn’t exactly brotherly, it’s more like the chill uncle that gives you extremely old shit that you never knew you needed

He lowkey protects you with his life though. If someone says something mean to you, he’s the first person who’s at your aid

If you’re upset, he’ll sort that problem out super fast. You won’t be sad on his watch

Didn’t know how to respond the first time you gave him a hug so he pat your head and then it kinda stuck so now whenever you hug him, he gives your head a gentle pat

Asmodeus

Nobody really thought having you around Asmo was a good idea, but actually, you two weren’t a bad match

He definitely without a doubt had that favourite gay brother vibe where he’d dress you up pretty and talk to you about relationships and emotions

He always made you feel good about yourself and made it his mission to never see you sad or lonely

If you ever were, he’ll be like your personal servant until you weren’t. Gifts, words of affirmation, quality time, he’d do anything to see you stay happy

Brought you gifts home occasionally and asked you to try them on if the gift was clothes or accessories and let you try his perfume and lip gloss from time to time

Seeing you gradually grow as you became more comfortable with his brothers and him was such a proud moment for him

He gave you the biggest hug back when you first gave him a hug, he was so excited

Beelzebub

Same with Asmo, nobody thought it was a good idea being around him, especially with his tendencies to eat just about anything

But he was alright with you, he walmed up to you pretty quick and soon took you under his wing like he had another little sibling to look after

Brought you snacks whenever you asked him to and made sure you had a smile on your face constantly

He got so worried if you were upset and even got a little upset himself, so he’d spent more time with you and tell you how great you are until you were happy

If you asked him to, he’d lift you up onto his shoulders and walk around with you just to hear you laugh and feel so tall compared to all the others

Watching you settle down from being this once energetic kid to a calmer one was heartwarming to him and he now enjoys nothing more than sitting back, sharing snacks and throwing popcorn into your mouth when you two watch a movie

He actually cried when you hugged him, no joke, this man was close to sobbing

Belphegor

Another annoying chihuahua around? He’ll pass...

It’s not like he ever actually sees any of his brothers anyway since he sleeps so much, but you just wouldn’t leave him alone for some reason

Sometimes he’d unknowingly wake up to you on the opposite side of the bed after joining him in a nap or on the floor playing on your phone waiting for him to wake up so you could talk to him

After a while, he sort of just got used to you being around him and even enjoyed waking up to find you laying on the ground on your phone

Sometimes you were a bit too energetic for his liking but spending the nights awake with you were always his favourite parts of the day

Once he found you sat in a ball on his floor crying and he’d never gotten up from a nap faster as he sat next to you with a blanket, continuously telling you jokes until you finally smiled

Wasn’t too bothered about you hugging him for the first time, he just smiled, pat your head and went back to sleep

Diavolo

Never expected such a young person to be the new exchange student but he welcomed you with open arms either way

He found it interesting how you didn’t fear any of them at first glance so visited you often to check up on you

Eventually Diavolo visited every day, asking you about RAD and life in the Devildom and even brought you cakes that Barbatos made sometimes

He became a dad figure to you, protecting you and giving you special Prince privileges like allowing you to come over any time you liked

Couldn’t stand the days you came over with a frown on your face from having a bad day at RAD and made sure you were totally comfortable and happy by his side for the rest of the day

It was always a pleasure to see you come over with Barbatos by your side and smile so widely when you see him, it made his heart ache

He may’ve gotten too excited when you first hugged him and squeezed you a bit too hard. The man hasn’t hugged anyone in a while though so can you blame him?

Barbatos

Never expected a human this young to pop out of the portal

But like everybody else, he accepted you as part of the Devildom now and was the very first person to send you a welcome text

He slowly began to become interested in you and visited from time to time; bringing round treats that he’d made at the castle

Schedules little cooking days with you and Luke and loves how you both help him in the kitchen and adores how much you smile when you apply icing to your cakes

Becomes the person you go to when you have something on your mind and he normally drops everything when you come to visit just so he can talk to you

Seeing you sad makes him sad too, so he helps you as best as he can, no matter what he was previously doing. You’re what’s most important right now

Hugs aren’t particularly his thing but a hug from you always makes his day so much better

Simeon

Another child? He’s sorta glad it’s not him who has to look after you since he already has Luke

Well in the end, he sorta does mainly look after you after the amount of times you visit him unannounced

He’s without a doubt the sweet and accepting dad figure to you as he always listens and he understands and he always knows how to cheer you up

You won’t be sad for long with him by your side, he’s just got that vibe about him. It’s imposible to stay upset

Takes you to little cafés when you’re sad and likes to join you and Luke when you’re cooking with Barbatos

Gets emotional when he sees you grow to become apart of every ones life and become so at home and attached to everyone around you

He’ll never forget that first hug you gave him, it reminds him of when Luke gives him one when he gets lonely so he loved every second of it

Solomon

Started to tease you straight away. It can’t be helped when you’re almost the same size as Luke

Never expected to get so close to you and now he’s willingly to protect you with his life. Crazy

You can’t stay sad when he’s around, it’s not possible. He knows exactly how to cheer you up and doesn’t stop until he sees that frown of yours disappear

Comes to visit you once in a while when he has time just to cause trouble around the house and piss off the brothers and chat with you and Asmo

Now Solomon is the definition of cool uncle. He’ll show you shit that’ll make your day, bring you gifts and stupid unnecessary items and just make you laugh so hard that your stomach will hurt

Still teases you from time to time and you become his arm rest for the rest of the year, but on the plus side, he teleports you to the human world to get icecream

Never thought he’d see the day where he’d get a hug, especially from you, so he made it last as long as he could. It felt nice to be appreciated

Luke

Unsurprisingly, you two got along straight away, I mean, two short people in the Devildom gotta stick together, right?

Pretty much began to live at eachothers house with the amount of times you two would visit

Protects you from the demons at least twice a day and tries his best to swat away Solomon and Mammon from leaning on your head

Becomes your new younger brother and he’ll do anything to keep you safe as well as happy and laughing

His heart hurt when he sees his new friend sad, so he asks Simeon if he could take the two of you to get your favourite treats and he’s relieved when he sees you smile again

His favourite days are when you two bake cakes with Barbatos, he likes hanging around with you because you make everything more fun

Couldn’t believe it when you hugged him for the first time and couldn’t help hugging you tighter so it was like watching two little kids see eachother for the first time in months

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me dateables

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animeomegas · 3 years ago

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Omega!Obey Me characters forgetting a mating anniversary

Anon: reactions to their alpha missing an anniversary? or you could switch it and do reactions to realizing they forgot an anniversary. either or !

Anon part 2: hi! i’m the anon from the anniversary request. i was thinking maybe the obey me! fandom? whichever characters you like. my exams are coming to an end so i’m looking forward to spending hours on that app during the summer 😤😤 i hope you’re doing well ! 💕

(Hey hey!! I’m going to do their reactions to forgetting a mating anniversary, because they’ve been alive a long time, I imagine it would happen at least one hehe. Let’s see~)

Warnings: Mention of sex in Asmo’s section

Lucifer – He denies it at first. He can’t have forgotten, he would never forget something so important, you must have the date wrong. His response is very likely to make his alpha either more angry or more upset, and he inadvertently blows the whole thing out of proportion because he struggles to admit that he’s wrong. But when he realises that he is wrong? That he was so caught up in paperwork for Diavolo he did forget? It’s a hard pill to swallow. He would probably buy his alpha some expensive flowers as an apology of sorts, but unless he’s been in a relationship with his alpha for several hundred years, I don’t see him directly apologising. He does feel guilty, but he really finds it hard to articulate. The upside is that it’s extremely unlikely that he’ll ever do it again. He’s checking four times every week at least now that he hasn’t missed any important dates by mistake.

“Our anniversary is next week, my beloved, you must have confused the dates.”

Mammon – Mammon metaphorically shits himself when he realises he forgot an anniversary. His scent is pure, unadulterated panic. His first instinct is to plan an anniversary event that moment. Hell’s Kitchen must still be open right? He tries to pull his alpha with him right that second. If that doesn’t work, he starts to panic that he’s ruined the most important thing in his life. This is when the begging starts. He says sorry about a hundred times, will get on his knees, offer whatever you want as long as you forgive him. Mammon is actually a very compassionate person who doesn’t like upsetting his loved ones, so it’s very hard to stay mad at him. Unfortunately, he’s not great at keeping track of dates, so it might happen again. The best thing to do is organise something together and give him a few reminders when that date’s coming up.

“Oh shit! Er, Hell’s Kitchen is still open right?? I’ll buy you whatever you want, we’ll order one of everything, does that work?”

Leviathan – He almost certainly forgets because of some game event or new releases. And to make everything worse, at first he acts like the game and event was more important than the anniversary and he thinks it’s a legitimate excuse that you can’t argue with. He realises pretty quickly after the event finishes that he’s completely alone because you’re mad at him. He turns to tell you everything about the game but you don’t want to listen to him?? He sulks in his room for a while. What pushes him to apologise is when he sees you hanging out with other people instead of him. He growls away the other person, pulling you into his room and sobbing angrily against you, asking why you love other people more than him. He apologises then, desperate to have his best friend and lover back with him. He might do it again, but he learns pretty quickly to just communicate when he wants to partake in a special gaming event and then he never forgets again.

“W-Why don’t you love m-me, like you l-love him?! I’m sorry, p-please don’t leave!”

Satan – He feels guilty, but he handles it well. He is phenomenal at apology dates. He organises the perfect romantic date, taking into consideration his alpha’s likes and integrating them. If you have a favourite romantic novel, you know he’s going to recreate a date scene with you. If you have a favourite restaurant, he’s booked the best table and ordered a bouquet of your favourite flowers for the centrepiece. It’s very hard to stay mad at Satan, especially because it’s very out of character for him to forget a date so important.

“If you want any more drinks, just let me know. I want you to enjoy this evening as much as possible.”

Asmodeus – He also deals with it fairly well, even if he can’t believe that he forgot! He’s honest and upfront about forgetting and expresses regret. He will definitely try to seduce you as an apology though, offering to let you do whatever you want to him. If that doesn’t work, next step is a joint pampering session! He’s pretty good at conveying a genuine apology without making anything too dramatic. I think it’s unlikely that he would do it again, because he loves, loves, loves anniversaries!!! He genuinely can’t believe that he forgot because he normally plans everything months in advance.

“Oh! I can’t believe that I… Oh dear, here come to my room and let me make it up to you…”

Beelzebub – He’s heartbroken that he forgot! He is so upset. He apologises immediately, looking like he’s on the verge of tears, and he asks you to tell him what he needs to do to make it up to you. He doesn’t offer up solutions, he wants his alpha to pick something, so he knows they’ll enjoy it. The only thing he definitely does immediately, is offer whatever food he’s been saving for them to share with him while they discuss. He will likely ask for advice from some of his brothers, probably Belphie (who doesn’t help) and Asmo (who’s slightly more helpful). He may do it again, but he always tries his hardest to make your anniversaries as special as he can.

“Here, you can have my ice cream… I’m really sorry… What can I do?”

Belphegor – He doesn’t think it’s a big deal that he forgot, because you can both just rearrange it, right? I think it’s pretty unlikely that his alpha takes kindly to that opinion. It takes Belphie a little while to realise that a) he’s in the wrong and b) he needs to apologise. He’s not good at planning, but when he genuinely puts his mind to it, he’s actually pretty good at giving gifts. He buys something you’ve been wanting for a while, he might even put a sticky bow on top if you’re upset enough. He gives you the gift while mumbling apologies. The second you forgive him, he drags you to take a nap with him because he hasn’t been sleeping well since you’ve been mad at him. He’s pretty likely to do it again at least a few times, but he learns not to be such a dick about it eventually.

“Oh, I guess I must have forgot… We can just go tomorrow; I want to take a nap.”

Diavolo – He is gutted that he forgot. He organises the most extravagant apology dinner possible (which is pretty extravagant, because he’s a king, very dramatic, and very in love all at once). He gives a dramatic speech about how there’s no excuse, how he never wants you to think he doesn’t value your relationship etc. At this point, I imagine most people would be begging him to chill out and promising that they already forgave him. Either way, I don’t think it would ever happen again, especially because he tells all of his staff to remember your anniversary and always remind him the week before. He isn’t going to let this happen again.

“My love, I will never forgive myself for hurting you in this way. I will never stop trying to make it up to you, even if it takes me a millennium.”

Barbatos – This would never happen. He is amazing at keeping organisational data in his brain, especially data that means so much to him. Also, he can see the future, so, even if by some miracle he did forget, he would see your future reaction and know in advance that he forgot. Barbatos isn’t perfect, but he’s not one to forget important dates.

Simeon – Simeon is another one who is heartbroken that he’s treated his most beloved one this way. He feels awful. He does tear up a little bit if the relationship is old enough. Simeon makes a huge effort to create some adorable picnic date, cooking baskets and baskets of food and picking the most beautiful park. He brings flowers and bunting and a little cake that he ices with an apology in an unbelievably cute handwriting style. It’s very, very hard not to forgive him when he’s so apologetic and good at making you smile. He goes out of his way to make sure he never upsets his alpha in this way again.

“My beloved, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I will seek to make it up to you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Solomon – He doesn’t care that much about anniversaries but he’s not dumb enough (like some other people on this list *cough*) to think that saying that to your face is a good idea. He definitely tries to play it off as though he had something planned all along and that making you think he forgot was part of the plan. He then scrambles to plan things last minute, and he’s quite good at covering up his mistake. If his alpha doesn’t believe him, he makes up for his mistake with expensive and rare gifts. He will find something special for his alpha. A first edition copy of your favourite book or limited edition merchandising of your favourite media, something like that. He knows the excitement will help dull any negative emotions you have towards him. I could definitely see him doing it multiple times, but if his alpha ever expressed genuine hurt long-term about that particular habit, he would readjust his priorities. He’s not a complete asshole after all, he just sometimes has a hard time pulling his head out of said asshole.

“Here, it took me three days to track down someone who had a copy, but I finally found a first edition for you. I hope you will accept this as a token of my apology, my dearest.”

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Ok I read the Camilo and dulce fic, and it made me think, he is so smitten with her as to go out of his way to make her happy like that. So I said that to ask this, can we have a good boyfriend Camilo taking care of dulce while she's on her period? I imagine she'd be astounded at his knowledge until he reminded her that he lived under the same roof as 6 women.

(Your fics are amazing and I honestly love reading them so much 💗

That's fucking precious, let's do it- you guys thought FÉLIX was a good bf for periods, wait till you see this shit.

"Question Señorita. What desserts look as good as you do right now?"

Dulce rolled her eyes at his opening line. Camilo was ever just the worst flirt, even the second he walked in through her front doors. Luckily for her, there was a bit of a lull in business today, so no one heard his nonsense. She put another cake in the display case, before leaning over the counter to look at him.

"I know you meant it as just the worst pick up line, but honestly, I'd go with the peach and ricotta tarts. Mom's recipe."

"Then I'll take two. Where is your mom anyway?"

She picked both the pastries for him, and handed it to him. He put money on the counter, and as usual, wouldn't let her refuse it.

"She's out having coffee with Osvaldo."

"Doesn't she hate him?"

"She SAID it was because she felt like showing him what REAL coffee tastes like, but genuinely I feel like they have an enemies to lovers situation going on."

Camilo snorted at the thought, before giving her a puzzled look.

"You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, why?"

She looked up from her spot of dough. They got a huge haul of apples, so apple fritters were a part of the menu today.

"I dunno, you usually knead the dough with a lot more energy. You looked kinda tired."

"Oh I'm just not at a hundred percent. I'm on my period, so I'm a bit slow. I'll manage though, you know fritters aren't complicated."

Camilo polished off his pastry, before making his way behind the counter. Mom would have a fit if she knew she let him back here. He took a hold of her hand, and motioned for her to follow. She did, despite how much work she had to do, and he dragged her to the break room. It was small, only really having a chair and a small table.

"Here, take a breather. Let me make you some tea."

"No no, I'm really fine, I'm just tired and...ugh, you suck."

Camilo just had to go behind the chair, and rub his thumbs into her shoulders. How the hell could she get up and work when he was moving them in small, steady circles like that?

"Uh huh. Be mad all you want. Imma make you some tea in the kitchen, and get you a snack, I know you haven't eaten."

"I got busy."

"Busy this, busy that. You keep not taking care of yourself, I'm not gonna leave you alone. No matter where you go, imma follow you. At the library, at work-"

She turned her head a bit to look up at his eyes, a bit of a smirk at her lips.

"What if I gotta take a shower?"

"Hey, I take my boyfriend position seriously. If I GOTTA watch you there, oh well~"

"Pervert."

By the time he finished rubbing her shoulders, she was too comfortable to get up. He stood in front of her, knelt down a bit so he could be at her level.

"Well this pervert is gonna get you something to snack on, is gonna make you a tea to help you feel a little less aching, and he's gonna check on you after your nap. Do you need to change your pad real quick, or do you use tampons? I can get you either. If it's heavy, I should get you the overnight ones my mom uses."

She couldn't help but blink at him. She'd dated her fair share of guys, and each one was nice enough to her on her time of the month, but this was Camilo. Camilo was constantly doing too much for her.

"You...know about pads and tampons?"

Camilo gave her a 'really, bitch?' Look, as if her surprise was stupid.

"I live with seven women, course I do. I literally have a drawer full of the stuff for them to grab in case of emergencies. EVERYONE in that house knows about periods, even Antonio is learning."

It was easy to see Camilo as immature, mischievous, a child even. But he had these moments where he was so kind, so caring, almost protective of her. She remembered her mom saying it was a LOT like Pedro used to be. She gave her head a gentle shake, pushing a bit of hair away from his face.

"That's...sweet. I don't need to change though, thank you. I can stay for a minute, but I really do need to work. What if mom comes back and I'm not working?"

"You will be working though,"

He shape shifted into her, feeling rather proud of himself, clearly.

"I can guarantee it. I've watched you work, I can handle it."

"Ay Camilo, I don't know..."

"Come on, you trust me, right?"

Yes he tended to eat all they had in stock, yes he tended to ask a million questions, and sometimes he was just a general pain. But he looked so sure, so earnest here. She'd feel awful if she just shut him down. She cupped his face (hers, technically?) in her hands, before nodding.

"I do. I trust you, a lot. But please take it as serious as you can, no one but mom is allowed to help in there, she'd never forgive me if something happened."

He held onto her hand, and nodded.

"I'll take care of EVERYTHING. I'll take care of you, the bakery, anything you need. Even though you didn't look too bad back there, I know shit sucks."

"...I feel like I don't give you enough credit sometimes, Cami. Gracias."

He gave her lips a little smooch, before heading right to the kitchen. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to relax. She didn't realize how much her feet hurt, how good it felt to just sit. Then she realized just who was in the kitchen, and she called out to him from her seat.

"Cami, no eating the raw dough please!"

"I'm- I'm not!"

He totally was. But, because she could smell whatever tea he was brewing for her, she decided to let it slide this time. Afterall.

Camilo was kind of a-dough-rable.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #yes i am proud of that pun #and yes there were many kisses after #get you a man that will deadass take your shift at work while you nap #and yes Camilo is the guy to ask 'what sized pussy do you wear'#but that's more for the meme-Madrigal men are VERY aware about how things go downstairs

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Love Is Worth It - Mini Episode I: Happy Mothers Day

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing,daddy kink, fake IG Post.

Word Count: IDK Yet(Soon)

Summary: What happens when there is a surprise on the Horizon?

AN/Disclaimer: There’s only slight edits so there may be errors. Also if you haven’t noticed this series will have many time jump things referenced here may make more sense later on in the series when new episodes come out so please bear with me.

Taglist: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss, @canadian-girl87, @i-just-like-fanfics, @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful if you would like to join the taglist let me know.

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May 9th, 2021

Boston was moving from chilly too warm with still more cold days than not. Boston at this time was beautiful even The Evans home was littered with flowers. The beginning of 2021 has been eventful for the Evans Family.

Chris's A Starting Point has taken off like no one had expected, doing incredible number in educating a whole generation on one of Chris’s passions politics and the world.

While Maya within the few months has launched her skincare line Lavish Lilah Skin, and has been able to open back up her dermatology offices with the slowing down of the current devastating pandemic.

This Mothers Day for the family of 3 was different but the same at the same time.

Maya's Birthday has just passed, Chris filming schedule will pick up in the Summer and for the last year Delilah has been homeschooled.

With work picking up for the couple May 9th was a beautiful day for the Evans to just relax and be together as a family.

Its 9 am and Maya was sprawled in the middle of their California King Bed as Chris and Delilah were in the downstairs getting Maya's Mothers Day Gift ready.

"Ok Lilah you've got mommy's gifts and I've got the food you ready?" Chris asked with the tray in his hand.

Delilah nodded and they headed up the steps to the master bedroom the 5 year old ran up too the room first leaving Chris in her dust.

"Mom wake up its Mommy Day" Delilah said trying to climb the large bed.

Maya began to stir awake with a smirk on her face when she heard her baby girl struggle to to get up on the bed.

Delilah hooped on the outerman at the front of the bed and climbed to her mom laying up on Chris's said of the bed.

Delilah began to play with Maya's face.

"mommy get up me and daddy have gifs" Delilah said trying to open Maya's eyes with her little fingers.

Maya breaks out into a laugh now completely awake and pulling Delilah into a big hug kissing her all over the face.

When Chris walked in his two favorite girls were both laughing their heads off the sunlight in the room glowed on their golden skin as their smiling faces brought a bright smile to his.

"Are you two having fun without me" Chris asked as he walked to Maya's side of the bed.

Chris lays the tray on the night stand, pecking Maya on the lips mumbling a sweet Happy Mothers Day against her lips as he pulls her into a deeper kiss just enjoying the taste of her sinful lips.

When they pull away Maya moves over to make room for Chris in their large bed.

Delilah and Chris handed over the gifts to Maya, it wasn't a lot just some small things a card made by Maya from her zoom arts class, a mini breakfast in bed and more flowers *like she needed anymore*.

"Sweetheart I told you that you didn't have to do anything for me for Mothers Day especially everything you have done for me recently" Maya said taking sip from her coffee mug.

Chris chuckles thinking about the last few months, and he has been what you would call a rockstar husband.

With the pandemic Chris has been home a lot more he dropped a film he planned to star in and went full throttle on ASP which kept him home a lot making him kind of a stay home dad.

Chris did everything from some cooking to cleaning to school with Delilah. Him staying home was not only for him to do ASP and spend more time with his family but to let Maya work and bring her employess back so she can get her dermotobly practice back to as close to 100% as she can during a pandemic.

Not only that Chris hosted a surprise launch party/brithday party for Maya's new skincare venture in early April that was a small get together with all there closest friends and family (that were vaccinated). Even flying her parents who they haven’t seen in a year out to see them. (who were still in town and staying out in their guest home)

The three were still sitting in bed watching cartoons.

"My love if you thought today would go by and I would not celebrate you then you are out of your mind" Chris said kissing Maya's head.

The last four months have really shown Chris how much he admires Maya because everything he has been doing is what Maya has been doing since Dede was born.

So at least for today Chris was pulling out the red carpet for love of his life, after an hour of just lazying around Chris grabbed a now napping Delilah and told maya that she need to be dressed and ready to leave the house by 1pm which was 2 hours from the current time.

When 1pm hit the Evans and the Alonsos were out of the house and all in Maya's Truck.

They drove the 3 hours to the Alonso Family Estate in Martha's Vineyard and with Maya having absolutely no idea where they were going she grew antsy because unbeknownst to everyone in the car except her mother Maya was now Pregnant with her and Chris's second child and she was afraid she was going to have an accident in the car.

Maya was about 16 weeks how she has hide being pregnant from Chris for that long is a surprise and a miracle on its own.

However she just wanted to wait until she was absolutly sure that she could carry a complete trimester before telling anyone but her mom because her and Chris have tried 5 times after Delilah and has miscarred everytime.

All that faliure takes a toll not only on your body but on your psyche and she didn’t want to keep getting Chris's hopes up to keep failing him.

Even though he has been there through it all to hold her when she cries thinking about it or pick her up from the pool of blood in the middle of the night he was there holding her hand, but the of how many more times will he be able to do this with her still creeps in the back of Maya's mind.

Her mom's reassuring smile kept her calm while Chris and Maya held hands the entire ride up as they rolled up around 5pm to the estate that had multiply cars in the driveway.

When they walked in Maya's Brothers were both there along with Chris's parents, siblings and their kids.

Chris explained to Maya that with the kids out of school they all decided to being summer vacation a bit early.

As the night went on the all talked, laughed, ate good food and enjoyed each others company as one huge blended family.

It was coming up around 7pm it was golden hour outside and Maya knew for some reason it was time to tell Chris.

As Maya walked outside closet to the horses her mom followed.

"May baby cakes its time you can't live in fear forever" handing the ultrasound she kept in her purse and walking back into the house Maya took a deep breath as she sipped on her water and looked at sun hint the vinyard in the most majestic way.

"Maya you ok your mom wanted me to come and check in on you" Chris asked walking next to Maya who bit her lip which she did whenever she was nervous.

"Babe whats wrong" Chris knew something wasn't right the her body langague was and Chris could read his wife.

Maya tightly gripped the ultrasoud and turned toward Chris looking into his ocean blue eyes made her weak at the knees but she needed to focus.

She handed him the photo

"For the last 16 weeks or so I haven't found a way to tell that we are pregant and I guess this is it I am sorry I waited so long" Maya Says.

She smirks trying to keep it light hearted and Chris Smiles not even taking enough time to really process the new information with tears in his eye picking up Maya who squeals as he spins her around.

"I hope you know I knew already” he says putting her down leaving his arms around her waist.

"What do you mean you knew" Maya asked as her eyebrows frowned as she looked up at him.

"You underestimate how well I know your body" Chris says rubbing his hands up and down the curves of her body till her reached her ass giving it a good squeeze.

"Also you definitely did not hide this ultrasound that well so when I did first have hunch you had already confirmed it to me without even knowing it" Chris said.

He gave Maya his trademark smile and kissed his wife like his life depended on it.

"why didn’t you tell me you knew" she asked breaking the sweet embrace of the two lovers.

"the same reason you didn't I know that with you even though I hate it, some times I need to just watch from the sideline before you can put me in coach, but next time please do wait this long" Chris said.

Maya eyebrow raised "who said there will be a next time you better be lucky you are even getting 2 out of me sir" she said.

Chris laughs "thats what your mouth is saying now we will see what it says later when you riding papi's cock" He said kissing her lips even harder as they fought for domanice.

They knew both of there families were inside and thats why they stopped and just stood enjoying each others company.

"lets take a picture babe for memories" Chris said.

They pulled apart and Maya laughed .

"Chris look at you trying to take flicks for the gram" Maya said posing next to her favorite horse.

Chris took the picture and put it on his instagram along with a picture of Maya when she was pregnant with Delilah.

Chris laughed grapped her hand and they walked inside and told everyone the good news.

This will definaly be a Mothers Day they would never forget!

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x black ofc #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black reader

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