#im equally as smitten with them as you are

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I am so smitten with creon. every new little fucked up thing we get about them is another heart I add beside their name in my little diary

when i tell you i created them purely for self indulgence im not lying. so i support you 100%

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I saw you said that Alhaitham fell first but Kaveh fell harder. I have always thought that Alhaitham did in fact fall first but Kaveh falling harder? How so?

Hiya! thank you for your ask, it’ll give me the chance to clarify some things from my previous posts about alhaitham and kaveh yearning <3

In post one and post two I discussed that I thought alhaitham and kaveh have both yearned for each other but this yearning manifests in different ways respectively - like through alhaitham’s actions ensuring a close proximity to kaveh, and also actions which could help with kaveh’s betterment, compared with kaveh’s complicated feelings revolving around his and alhaitham’s past friendship, and the current, complicated state of their relationship (pre cyno’s second story quest) resulting in him talking about alhaitham often, even if it’s just to complain

I mentioned that although it couldn’t be certain, it might be that alhaitham was the one to reach out to kaveh through journal critiques after their falling out, but aside from speculation, it can be seen that alhaitham responds to every one of kaveh’s bulletin board posts – in this, there’s an active pursuit of contact from alhaitham’s end, despite kaveh effectively ending their friendship. Alhaitham believes that kaveh is his mirror, and that this is essential to have in maintaining a broad ‘perfected’ perspective, but beyond this it’s evident in their exchanges (that alhaitham very often initiates through goading) that alhaitham enjoys kaveh as a person outside of his views as a scholar

From this, I see this as alhaitham understanding his feelings (be it platonic or romantic) towards kaveh, and that these have sustained from their initial friendship back when they were students. Alhaitham actively considering kaveh as one of priorities (as heavily implied in his story quest, thank you hoyoverse for the infamous framing) shows he’s fully aware of the influence kaveh has in his life, and has long since accepted this – which can be seen in the emphasis of his character stories, that the only joint project he undertook as a student was with kaveh, painting kaveh as a sole exception

Alhaitham’s peace with his feelings contrasts sharply with kaveh, who has a much more convoluted view of alhaitham due to miscommunication and misconception, having been built over many years. I’ve yapped about the reasons for their miscommunications here, here, here, and in my original post about kaveh’s form of yearning, but overall kaveh believes that alhaitham criticises his perspective, and therefore his character, and that alhaitham invited him to live in the house in order for kaveh to give him something in return – all the while kaveh considers meeting alhaitham one of the most pivotal points in his life, and that they were close when they were friends

kaveh is ultimately seen to bicker with alhaitham to the point of upset, and complains about alhaitham when he isn’t present, overall seemingly holding alhaitham in a negative light, until moments of concern crop up, and are poignant in comparison to their usual rapport - it’s very much ‘a mixed bag’

I interpret this to be kaveh still harbouring feelings from their initial friendship, but these contrast with his perception of alhaitham after the argument, and the state of their current relationship. Ultimately, he still cares about alhaitham, but he can’t face the pain this will bring where he cared about alhaitham before, and felt ‘cut’ through, essentially betrayed, so it’s better to reject these feelings in the context of their relationship post-argument. Overall, kaveh retains his feelings, but rejects them

There’s a clear contrast between kaveh’s treatment of alhaitham pre-parade of providence and post, where kaveh is seen to actively pursue/seek out alhaitham, whereas before he mostly shunned alhaitham’s presence. I said before that I think this can be seen to mirror alhaitham’s pursuit of kaveh pre-parade of providence, which can clearly highlight kaveh’s reversal of feelings, whereas before alhaitham’s were pretty clear, in that he wanted to be near kaveh; the most evident action being that he gave kaveh a room, where this wouldn’t be replicable for anyone else

I see this mirroring of actions as equating the two’s feelings for each other, where kaveh could previously be interpreted as genuinely disliking alhaitham, this can’t be claimed now with kaveh saying ‘I’ve been searching for you everywhere’ :’)

The trope of alhaitham falling first and kaveh falling harder can have different interpretations, but for me I see it that alhaitham has long since been aware of his feelings, and has accepted them. In kaveh’s case, it’s more complicated, as it could be said that he fell first, considering that he continually approached alhaitham first in the house of daena in order to form a friendship, but these feelings reversed after their argument

From then on, I interpret it as kaveh being aware of his feelings, but struggling with them, and sought to reject them. But now that the two have reached an understanding, kaveh’s acceptance of his feelings are prominent, and are highlighted (e.g. in him seeking alhaitham out, him telling alhaitham about his day, wanting to talk with alhaitham, whereas before he actively avoided this) in comparison to where alhaitham’s affections for kaveh have remained constant, and have previously been observed

(As for my personal headcanons, since kaveh’s sensibility is something he takes pride in, I like to imagine that him rediscovering his feelings for alhaitham, and realising that their shared bond is something he can rely on, and that alhaitham reciprocates these feelings, brings him this irrepressible happiness, and he’d have the urge to see alhaitham when he could, to fully embrace these feelings whereas alhaitham is used to living with his own feelings, although they aren't of less intensity than kaveh’s - which is my personal interpretation of this trope in the fic I write)

Overall, i interpret it that kaveh and alhaitham effectively fell for each other at the same time, only that kaveh’s changed perception of alhaitham and their friendship complicated things on his end. Despite this, his feelings evenly match alhaitham’s steady constancy. It’s at the point now where alhaitham and kaveh have accepted their feelings and the role they play in the other’s life <333

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Request!

I posted details here, it’s for Gale!

https://www.tumblr.com/cherifrog/739699979425333248/anyone-else-interested-in-like-a-super-jealous

YUHHHHH now THIS is what im talkin about!!!!!!!

*cracks knuckles* lets get this party started shall we

(I am so sorry to be answering this literally a million years too late I’ve redone and rewritten this prompt like 100000 times but I finally like this version!!! so here we go!!!)

Gale x AFAB f!tav

rating: oh boy this one is certainly rated M for mature

CW: smut, inappropriate use of mage hand, rough sex, PiV, oral, gale being jealous and going absolutely FERAL

word count: 5.4k

let’s get itttt

If looks could kill, surely, Astarion would have been long dead— well, even more so— by now. 

Gale was never exactly fond of the pale elf from the start, and he was well aware the feeling was likely incredibly mutual— but gods, he swore he was beginning to actually hate him. 

At least, he hated the way he looked at her. The way he leered at her. The way he purred her name with that practiced and over-rehearsed seductive charm of his. The way he would lock piercing crimson eyes with Gale’s blazing umber ones as he cozied up to her at the fire with that deviant and knowing smirk on his stupid pointy face. The way she would smile at him the warmest, kindest, most hopelessly and adorably oblivious smile in response to the charlatan’s blatant advances. 

Maybe he did hate him, upon further reflection. If only for the last reason alone. 

Astarion would find any way to touch her and be able get away with it— his hand lingering on the small of her back as he passed her, touching her shoulder to get her attention, brushing hair out of her face when stray pieces fell over her eyes— all things that seemed innocent enough until you realized who was doing them and the devious smirk on his face when his gaze would meet that of the wizard that was surely plotting his second untimely demise. 

Though, he could hardly blame him. 

And Gale never got upset with her, of course, he knew it wasn’t her fault and honestly, he truly didn’t blame Astarion for wanting her— gods, who could possibly resist her? 

Certainly not Gale, not even if he tried; and he had tried, to no avail. Yet that didn’t quell his frustration toward the silver haired and equally silver tongued vampire for attempting to swoop in on what was likely the first real chance at mortal love he’d had in a very long time.

He’d spent the early days in their adventure together absolutely beside himself with how taken he was by her nearly instantly. He felt like a smitten schoolboy all over again when he thought about the feeling of her soft but strong hands gripping his as she pulled him from the stone by the nautiloid crash with most impressive ease, the way she looked at him with wonder and curiosity, and even a flicker of something else that he recognized as attraction because he imagined it was mirrored in his own face at the sight of her. 

It was then only worsened by the night that they channeled the weave together and the kiss she’d pictured them sharing— the way their limbs tangled and their lips pressed together softly, then passionately and fervently. Her fingers wrapped in his chestnut tresses and his hands gripping the fabric at her waist— that image will be burnt into the fabric of his mind forevermore, he’s certain. 

Not to mention, the way her pupils dilated and her cheeks flared and flushed a heavenly shade of pink at the way he praised her as she successfully mimicked the incantation and his motions. It was enough to have him panting and attempting to tame the straining erection in his trousers when he retired to his tent that night. 

He thought he’d mastered the art of managing to keep such thoughts like that at bay during his time of isolation as he tried to keep the orb sated and calm and very nonexplosive— but that was before her, after all.

It was pathetically easy at the time, considering his amount of interaction with other humans had gone from healthy to nonexistent entirely so he didn’t have much to think about aside from himself; perhaps when he was truly desperate or feeling especially lonely, he’d think about Mystra and the nights he’d spent in Elysium with her (literally and metaphorically). 

But now, any attempts to be chaste or think chaste thoughts were moot in her presence.

Especially after the night they shared under the stars in the wilderness of the Shadow Cursed Lands.

They’d hardly been able to go more than a few hours without some kind of touch in the days following that perfect evening— whether it be a hand on her lower back, or holding one of her much smaller hands in his as he helped her scale a wall or hop across a boulder that she was more than capable of managing herself. A stolen kiss when no one was looking. Or, if they were lucky, they could steal a few moments alone in some ruined and crumbling crypt where he could bury himself between her thighs and send a silent thank you to whatever gods had a hand in creating a creature as divine as her. 

That being said, they hadn’t been entirely discreet about their affections— not that they really wanted to be. Gale certainly had no reservations about making it known that he was claiming her for himself, despite his gentlemanly nature chastising him for it and reminding himself she was a person, not a prize to be claimed. 

He would never say that she was, anyway, do not mistake it— being raised solely by a woman such as the inimitable Morena Dekarios had beaten into his core that women were not to be claimed or to be owned but to be cherished and treated as your equal. He would never claim otherwise, he couldn’t. 

On the other hand, he was also acutely aware that his were not the only set of eyes that wistfully tracked her every move and every breath throughout the day within their strange band of wayward souls, and a very base part of him needed to send the clearest message he could muster without flat out verbally declaring that she was his. 

It was very unlike him, this sort of possessive and primal nature, but he couldn’t deny that a small fraction of himself that he usually shoved into the deepest recesses of his being loved it for that fact. It was a part of him reserved only for her, as she was the only one who’d ever been able to coax it out of him. 

And thus, he felt absolved of any guilt about the way he glared daggers at the side of Astarion’s head and pictured hurling a fire bolt at the undead man as he spoke to her in hushed tones across camp. 

At least he knew it wouldn’t kill him. Although, he’d probably slit Gale’s throat for singing his singlet in return. 

It was enough to keep the heat in his palm at bay for the time being. 

He tried to discreetly move close enough to hear their conversation, moving toward Wyll’s tent that happened to be just a few paces away from Astarion’s and disguising his intentions as simply having a chat over a glass of wine with the warlock. 

Wyll’s eyes light up as the wizard approaches, shooting him a dashing and very princely smile that he was certain had made many a maiden swoon in his younger years as the duke’s son, galavanting through ballrooms and dragging said maidens to the dance floor after either one too many glasses of brandy or none at all.  

“Gale, my friend! Fancy a glass of wine?” He kindly proposed, tilting the glass in his hand in Gale’s direction. 

Gale offers an almost genuine smile, nodding. “Thank you, Wyll. I think a hearty glass of wine is just what I need at the moment,” he laments with a sigh. 

Wyll disappears for only a moment before returning with a glass and wine bottle in hand. “That bad, huh?” 

Gale gratefully takes the silver glass and holds it out for Wyll to pour the rest of the Amnan Liquer he’d been holding onto since their escapades at the former Rosymorn Monastery turned Githyanki Crèche. 

He turns his body just enough to keep both his lover and the offending vampire in his line of sight, attempting to tune into their conversation and realizing that he can faintly hear the melodic hum of her voice, as well as the silky tones of Astarion’s. 

Firebolt. No, no. 

Wyll’s eyes dart between Gale, then Tav, then Astarion, his eyebrow raising. “Astarion certainly doesn’t lack in the gall department, I’ll give him that.” 

Gale huffs a bitter laugh. “Can’t fault him. As much as I want to.” 

Wyll gently bumps his shoulder into Gale’s with a reassuring smile. “One can’t always be a gentleman, Gale. I respect your restraint, but if I were you, even I would be cutting in on whatever it is that he’s doing with her. Love the fellow, but I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him.” 

Gale goes silent, giving himself a moment to try to catch any of what was being said between them, only hearing the sound of her laughter intermingling with Astarion’s— and suddenly Wyll’s advice had become all the more tempting to follow. 

I could just go over there, he thinks. ‘Assert my dominance’ the old fashioned way. Or…

A wickedly devious idea flutters across his mind, and a smirk forms on his lips. Before he can realize it and stop it, Wyll’s tadpole connects to his, and Wyll snorts as he sees what debauchery Gale’s brain had concocted. 

“She’d have your arse in a second,” he jokingly warns. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

Gale wanted to listen to reason (Wyll Ravengard being the voice of reason, in this instance) and just do the diplomatic thing as he always did— but a part of him wanted to make a show of it all. To show her as well as everyone else the lengths he’d go to for her. 

He whispers a simple cantrip and waves his hand, blue light glowing from his palm as he calls for a spectral hand to appear before him. He eyes the mage hand for a moment, waving his fingers and watching it as it mirrors his movements with perfect accuracy. A rush of excitement passes through him as he ponders the possibilities, but debates for a moment whether he should— only to hear the lovely melody that was her laughter once again and his decision was sealed. 

He commands the hand to become invisible, the only way for him to tell it was still there was the very faint outline of it that you could only notice if you had been looking for it. He flicks his hand in her direction, commanding it to fly toward her. 

“Your funeral,” Wyll chuckles, taking a long sip from his chalice, eyebrows raised. 

The hand obliges, quickly floating to her but stopping just beside her. She shivers slightly as it grazes her bare shoulder, her head snapping in the direction of the sudden sensation. 

Gale freezes for a moment, praying she doesn’t catch on too soon. When she finally turns her attention back to Astarion, he relaxes, then motions for the hand to gently brush her hair over her other shoulder, causing her to jump and look again, her eyes narrowed as she scans the area. Her gaze lands on Gale, and he tries to remain composed but cannot hide the pleased smirk on his face. She furrows her brows, a look of confusion and suspicion on her face as she turns away once again. She still hadn’t caught on just yet, much to Gale’s delight. 

He continues once again, now commanding the hand to gently caress the back of her neck, the cool sensation of its spectral palm causing goosebumps to rise and her hair to stand on end. She sucks in a sharp breath, causing Astarion’s eyes to snap up to her.

“Everything alright, dear?” He hears Astarion ask, his signature shit-eating grin still on his lips. 

She nods, clearing her throat. “Mhm, sorry, I just— ah, got a bit chilly.” 

He cocks a brow at her. “I would offer to warm you, but I don’t think that I am qualified for the task,” he jokes, causing Gale’s jaw to clench. 

Firebolt. Ooh, better yet, Fireball. Ice knife. Lightning bolt, perhaps?

She laughs, then gasps once again as the hand has now relocated to the front of her, gently tracing the outline of her collar bone. It then follows the curve of the top of her breast, settling between her cleavage for a moment before continuing down further and further, grazing her abdomen before stopping just at the waistline of her breeches. 

“Gods, I shouldn’t be watching this,” Wyll grunts, shaking his head and allowing his gaze to drop to the ground.

She turns and shoots a piercing look at Gale, now fully aware of what was happening. He winks at her, before commanding the hand to continue its journey down her body, ghosting over the spot between her thighs. She squeezes her legs shut tight, in an attempt to quell the heat pooling low in her core despite her rising frustration toward Gale and her embarrassment. 

“Darling, do you need a blanket? Perhaps we could move into my te—”

“I’m fine,” She blurts, loud enough so that she knows Gale hears her, as she refuses to give in to his childish behavior. “What were you saying?” 

As Astarion continues whatever riveting story he’d been telling before she distracted him, she shoots Gale one last pathetic glance, not sure whether she was begging him to stop or keep going. He smirks, taking her pleading eyes as his queue to continue, moving the mage hand southward and grazing her blazing hot center. 

She sucks in another breath, this time a lot quieter, her head falling back that she attempts to play off as if she were simply looking up at the stars. 

Astarion’s head shoots up to look at her again, almost as if he were beginning to get frustrated.

“S-stars are bright tonight,” She stammers, eliciting a chuckle from Gale. He was enjoying this far too much to stop now. 

He wills the hand to press two fingers down right where he knows her clit is, reveling in the way her back arches at the sudden touch, right where he knew she loved it. 

Astarion’s eyebrow raises as he eyes her, her face flushed, her hair in disarray and her legs clamped shut tight. He was— unfortunately for her— very good at reading body language, even more specifically hers, and he was beginning to catch on to her predicament. His eyes dart over toward Gale who was not at all subtle with the devious smirk on his face as his hand continued commanding the spell.

“Your wizard is clever, I’ve got to hand it to him.” He smirks, stifling a chuckle. 

Her eyes go wide, the hot blush in her cheeks only increasing. 

“I’m going to kill him.” She hisses through gritted teeth, before twisting and facing Gale, who could not contain the triumphant grin on his face despite her very displeased expression. 

“Do it out where I can watch, won’t you, darling? I’m quite overdue for a good show.” He calls after her, watching her storm toward Gale, shaking his head and chuckling with delight.

Gale dismisses the spell as he spots her making a very angry beeline toward him, then crosses his arms behind his back innocently as she approaches him. 

“I warned you, you cheeky bastard.” Wyll grumbles, watching with anticipation and vaguely hidden amusement as she stomps toward the wizard beside him with murderous intent. 

Gale offers her a smile as she approaches, to which she only offers a grimace.

“Hello, my love. Feeling alright?” He says equally as innocently, in spite of the devilish grin on his face. 

She shakes her head. “Tent. Now.” 

He raises his hands in defense, shit-eating smirk ever persistent. “Your wish is my command, darling.” He draws out the pet name to mimic the way Astarion says it, earning a rather angry eye roll. 

He trails behind her as she continues her warpath toward his tent, his heart racing as he imagines exactly what he plans to do the second he gets her alone— he’d saved those thoughts for after Wyll’s tadpole’s connection broke from his own to spare him the filthy details. 

She ducks into his tent brusquely, the flap slapping closed behind her before he makes his own way in after her. He chuckles at her ire, and the fact that in any other situation he’d be on his knees begging her for forgiveness in response to her irritation toward him— but this time, he planned on using it much to his advantage. Fuel for the fire, so to speak. 

The second he enters the tent, her wild eyes are on him and she’s standing with her arms crossed over her chest which was still heaving, her face still completely flushed. 

“What the hells is wrong with y—” 

Her tirade is cut off by lips roughly crashing onto hers, her words being instantly smothered then swallowed by him and his tongue and the bittersweet taste of wine on his breath. She wants to fight back but finds her efforts moot as she instantly melts into him, allowing him to maneuver her exactly as he wishes. 

Rough but elegant hands grip her waist, pulling her body flush to his, enough for her to feel the erection straining to be freed from his pants against her lower stomach. The heat that had been coiling and pooling low within her had only reignited with a vengeance now, partially fueled by her anger toward him and mostly fueled by her ever present desire for him. 

His hands migrated to palm the swell of her ass, kneading the plush but still firm flesh that always caught his attention even in the worst moments such as the middle of a tense battle— something he almost felt the need to punish her for, even though it wasn’t truly her fault. 

His tongue explores her mouth hungrily as her hands move to begin undoing the buttons of his linen shirt, before one of his hands catches her wrist and holds it, lacing her fingers through his. He breaks the kiss, dark umber irises pooling with pure liquid lust and carnality as they meet her more perplexed ones. 

Leaving her unspoken questions unanswered, he unbuttons her pants with one hand, yanking them down her legs until she takes it upon herself to kick them off and discard them somewhere on the ground within the tent. He tugs at the bottom edge of her shirt, and she wordlessly grants him permission with only a small nod and a raise of her arms to afford him some ease in ripping it over her head and adding to the growing pile of clothes scattered across the floor of the small space. 

She’s lit only by the soft orange glow of the campfire leaking in through the crack of the tent flap that neither of them had bothered to seal, her skin radiant even in the dimness of the night. He drinks in her frame, eyes skimming along every contour of her body, every rounded edge and every sharp one— even the shadow she cast against the back wall of his tent was erotic, all hips and curves and the most heavenly structure. 

As if she’d been lovingly built by Sune’s own gracious hands. 

“Lay down,” he commands, pointing to the bedroll that he’d preemptively fixed and made extra comfortable with several more layers of blankets, pillows, and furs. “And spread your legs for me.” 

She obliges instantly, quickly but gracefully laying atop the nest of cotton and fur and velvet, her hair splaying around her head and framing her like a halo— only serving to make his already painfully stiff cock twitch against the fabric of his pants and a bead of precum leak from the tip. He feared he may not even be able to make it long enough to be inside of her at this rate. 

“That’s my girl,” he almost moans, his voice low and husky and reverent as he drops to his knees before her, moving to kneel between her legs. “My beautiful girl.” 

She blushes and shyly looks away, her bottom lip caught between her teeth to bite back a smile. He leans over her, gently gripping her chin with his fingers and moving her face back to look at him. “Eyes on me, my love. My love.” He drawls, dragging out his words in hopes that they’d have more time to sink into her precious mind that he cherished just as much, if not more than her wholly divine body. 

Gale was all together a typically patient man. He did almost everything meticulously and gracefully. He would spend hours studying a particular topic just to ensure that he’d get it right the very first time. 

Gale as a lover was no different. 

He’d spent hours and even days at this point learning everything he could about her body— every sensitivity, every weak spot, ticklish spot, every scar or freckle or blemish. The things she was insecure or shy about, the things that would send her eyes rolling back into her head. 

He had become a consummate virtuoso at worshiping her body and what granted her the most pleasure possible. He lavished her in it, bathed her in every ounce of bliss he possibly could until she could no longer speak, much less think properly. 

Tonight was no exception— though he was considerably less delicate than was typical for him, as he hungrily lapped at the heat between her thighs as if it contained the last drop of honey on the face of Faerun. He licked and kissed and sucked and drank in every bit of her essence he possibly could, not stopping even after she’d already come just to wring out every last bit of her pleasure for his own selfish need. The selfish need to taste her, to savor her. To devour her. 

He didn’t stop until she was a tangled mess of shaking limbs and clammy skin and teary eyes, and she whimpered his name like a plea. Whether it were a  plea to stop or to keep going was unclear for both of them. 

He lifted his face, his beard and lips drenched in her slick as he licked the remains of her off of his lips and fingers, causing her to clamp her legs together at the sight. He smirks triumphantly, knowing full well that she was nearing being entirely spent and yet she still wanted more. 

“Please,” she whimpered, leaning up (very unsteadily) to finish unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons and the fabric. He relents and allows her to make her best attempt with her trembling fingers before he takes over for her, lifting it over his head and discarding the linen nearby. 

Her finger gently trails from the dark purple mark of the orb on his chest down the hard planes of his torso until she reaches the waistband of his pants, dipping her finger underneath and tugging at it. Her eyes meet his full of intent, and he feels the tadpole in his head stir as she tries to connect to him. 

I need to suck your cock. Please. 

His eyes darken as he looks at her, the image of her perfectly pink lips wrapped around him searing into his mind— whether it being his own thoughts or hers invading his didn’t matter— but he shakes his head, then severs the connection. 

She frowns, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He rubs his thumb along the swollen softness of it as he caresses her chin, tilting her head back slightly to get a better view of the elegant column of her neck. He had plans for the perfect and smooth expanse of the area between her jaw and her clavicle that he soon intended to enact. But not yet. 

“Naughty girl,” he chastises her, but not without a devious smirk and a hint of lustful playfulness. 

She whimpers again, sending goosebumps down his arms and the hair on them to raise on end. “Please, Gale. I want to make you feel good, I need to make you feel good,” she stammers, her eyes peering up at his, wanton and needy. 

It was enough to almost oblige her request, but he knew if her mouth came anywhere near his already all too sensitive cock that he’d come apart at the seams instantly, and that just wouldn’t do. 

“And I need to be inside of you,” he retorts, his voice soft but stern. “I need to claim what’s mine.” He nearly growls. 

Gentleman Gale reprimands him in his mind, but is quickly overtaken by Her Gale— the one that only answers to her and belongs solely to her. The one that hoped with everything in him there was also a part of her that was his and only his. 

Her mouth opens to speak, and he half expects her to yell at him and berate him for reducing her to a prize to be claimed— and is pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t. 

“Please. Please come here, please fuck me,” she begs, the rasp in her voice as she does nothing short of absolutely erotic. 

He needs no further instruction, and quickly removes his pants and undergarments, his erection springing free and already slick with his own desire. She eyes it with a hunger that he recognizes and has to ignore before the temptation to fuck her mouth grows any stronger. 

He presses his strong but gentle hand against her chest, slowly pushing her back against the pillows as he moves to position himself at her entrance, her legs wrapping around his hips and urging him forward impatiently. He taps the side of one of her thighs in warning, rubbing the head of his cock across her already soaked folds to further lubricate it and tease her. 

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” 

She whines, her voice broken as if she truly might cry if she goes another second without him inside her. “Gale.” 

He chuckles darkly, once again pressing the swollen head of his cock at her entrance, slipping in as slowly as he can manage, mustering every bit of strength and willpower he has left not to just bury himself in her as deep as he can. 

“Tell me,” he commands, his voice low and gruff but still needy, almost desperate. 

She connects the dots instantly, knowing exactly what he wanted. What he craved. “I’m yours, Gale. Only yours.” 

She cries out in shock, slight pain, and pure ecstasy as he harshly snaps his hips into hers, his cock burying to the hilt in her velvet heat. 

Home. This felt like home. 

He knew that he probably should have given her more time to adjust to him, and it was something he’d surely feel guilty about later, but Her Gale wanted her to feel it tomorrow. He wanted her to be reminded of this moment as she goes on about her day through the ache between her legs as she walks, constantly reminding her who fucks her like this, who loves her like this. 

“My pretty girl, my perfect girl,” he chants, his words leaving his lips like a litany of prayer as if he were in a temple of worship. He’d always been a man of religion, but this was holier and more divine than anything he’d ever experienced— even sharing a bed with an actual goddess couldn’t compare. 

She throws her head back, her eyes shut tightly and she desperately grips at the pillows around her to ground herself, her neck on full display. He leans down to place wet kisses in a trail from her jaw to her collarbone, biting and sucking in very obvious spots that she’d be hard pressed to be able to cover in the morning. 

She writhes and moans underneath him, one of her hands moving to grip the back of his head and fist the hair at the nape of his neck, the sensation of her fingers tugging at his scalp blending from slight pain into pure pleasure earning a throaty grunt from him that rumbles in his chest. 

He feels her tighten ever so slightly around him, her walls clenching and pulsing in a sort of warning. He continues his pace, driving her closer and closer to the precipice. 

“Gale, I’m gonna—” 

“I know, sweet girl, I know,” he coos, leaning down and pressing his lips to her sweat slicked forehead, then whispering, “come for me, my love.” 

It wasn’t so much a demand as a desperate request, as his need to feel her come on him and to ride out the waves of her pleasure alongside her became almost devastating. 

To urge her on even further, he slipped a hand down and began to rub quick circles around her clit as he pounded into her until she saw stars— it wasn’t long before she completely shattered underneath him, tumbling into free fall off the edge of the best orgasm she’d ever had. 

She cries out a jumbled mess of I love you and I’m yours with his name sprinkled throughout as she reaches the peak and dives off the edge, her hips rocking upward into Gale’s as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm. He feels himself quickly approaching his own finish line, the feeling of her cunt pulsing and hugging his cock tighter and tighter driving him further and further. 

A few more thrusts and he was done for, spilling everything he had in her and grunting her name as he came, the entire fiber of his being ripping apart and repairing itself as he went limp above her, barely having enough strength to brace himself with his hands on either side of her head as he gripped the pillows so that he doesn’t crush her under his weight. 

They both fall silent apart from the sounds of their breathing steadying and slowing to a calm and regular pace, the only other sounds being that of the distant crackling of the fire and the even more distant sounds of their companions still wrapping up for the night and preparing for bed. 

Her eyes flutter open to find his in the dim light of the fire, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. He sighs and leans into her touch, turning his head to place a kiss to the center of her palm, the coarse hair of his beard scratching her skin and tickling it, making her giggle quietly. 

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” she jokes, causing him to nibble at the skin of her palm playfully. “That wasn’t funny, Gale.” 

He smiles and reaches for a rag to clean her up with. “I had hoped this would serve as an adequate apology.” 

She sucks in a breath as he pulls out and rubs the rag across her still sensitive and throbbing core, her hips bucking upward slightly with some discomfort. “You expected to fuck me into complicity?” 

He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest as he finishes cleaning her, then tosses the rag aside and lays beside her, pulling her onto his chest. 

“Not exactly,” he says, earning a disbelieving grimace from her. “I am sorry, for what it’s worth. I just— I don’t think you realize that seeing the way he interacts with you and the way you interact with him is nothing short of agonizing for me.” 

She saw the hurt in his eyes even in the dark— the ache and the gnawing need for reassurance. She understood it all too well, as she’d done the same when the topic of Mystra would get brought up in the earlier days of their relationship. 

“There is no other set of arms I’d rather have wrapped around me right now than yours. There is no other company I’d rather share in the way I share in yours. Don’t you know that?” She asked, shifting so that she’s leaning over him, his big brown eyes resembling those of a puppy being told it was a good boy. 

“I am yours, Gale Dekarios,” she whispers. “Body and soul.” 

Relief and pure elation smoothed out the concern from his features. He pulled her closer to him, until she was mostly on top of him and her head rested on his chest and he could press a long kiss against the top of her head, breathing in her scent and shutting his eyes, both of them drifting into a peaceful slumber. 

[luminiscented]

could you make hcs for ninja [+ pixal, morro and harumi] and their ideas for their s/o? i love your work sm,<3

ninjago characters x their perfect gn! s/o

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Pairing: Ninjago characters x gn! Reader

Status: none

Summary: The perfect partners of each character (mentioned above)

Warnings: none

Type: headcanons

Note: I'm sorry if Harumi is a bit ooc!! I haven't really watched a lot after seasons 7 and 8!! Thank you for the request though!! IM VERY SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY!! IT'S EXAM SEASON AND I'VE BEEN HAVING SOME PERSONAL PROBLEMS!! :((

Lloyd

♡ Lloyd has a very unstable life, so I'm sure at one point he'll crave a partner who's very down to earth, but still has that kid in them!!

♡ Despite him being a warrior and a leader, Lloyd is very fragile. He can take just that much stress and hurt so he'd need you to be his safe space.

♡ In my eyes he'd need someone careful and gentle, but still someone who could be a kid along with him,,, someone who's willing to stay despite everything and listen to him. Someone to take him in their arms and shush him sweetly whenever the pressure gets too much,,

♡ Kai is a very outgoing, confident, fiery person, but behind closed doors he lets himself be the exact opposite. I see him having a partner that is ready to accept both of his sides,,

Kai

♡ I honestly see him dating a chill confident person who rolls their eyes at his pick up lines, but in the same time I see him having a s/o who's a bit nerdy and their eyes just light up whenever their favorite topic is brought up,, he's over there lovestruck while you gawk about your fixation,,,,

♡ Reassurment is constant with Kai - from both ends of the relationship and it means the world to him that for once he could get taken care of instead of always being the older brother, the caregiver, the parent

♡ YOUR SUPPORT WOULD KEEP HIM GOING!!!!

Cole

♡ A very simple, very very sweet guy, so I think an equally sweet s/o would definitely catch his attention!!

♡ If you have a thing for cooking, you're already his biggest crush

♡ I see Cole as a touchy person and he would def love it if your love language was physical touch and acts of service

♡ He's used to being the muscle of the team, always doing the heavy lifting, so it would be a relief to get pampered and taken care of after a tough mission,, he would melt if you took the time to tend to every scar,,,,,

♡ A sweet chill s/o would definitely be the perfect pick, since I think he would value stability a lot in his life.

Zane

♡ Zane's perfect match would be someone very patient and gentle!!

♡ He'd love a partner who's just as curious as him and someone who's willing to be patient with him,,,he doesn't have a very good grasp on all things romantic, but he's trying his best!!

♡ Zane really loves quality time over everything else!!

♡ Zane would be head over heels in love with someone who's very intelligent and interesting!! Bonus points if you're an artistic person,,,he tries his best to understand art and he enjoys it a lot!!

♡ He'd love a S/o who loves cooking or trying out new food, also one who loves to go out on small private romantic dates!! It's his type of thing, but he would be open to a slightly different type of outing if that's what you're into.

Jay

♡ He'd love a very energetic s/o who's just like him!! If you're into tech and stuff he'll be over the moon!!!!!

♡ Jay loves a sweetheart who could comfort him and reassure him that he isn't too much and that he's doing a good job,,

♡ If his s/o is into poetry he'd be smitten,,,yes of course he wants to hear what you wrote,,,,,

♡ Jay is the type of guy to want a very dynamic relationship with a lot of fun and surprises and dates!! He's always thinking of ways to surprise you and make you feel appreciated!!

♡ Physical touch and gift giivng are his love language!! Prepare to be smothered in kisses on a daily basis and have a ton of handmade gifts!!

Morro

♡ He is in denial to the very end.

♡ He isn't very vocal about his love, but he's like a puppy trust me,,

♡ Morro'd love a peaceful s/o,,, someone who could balance his temper out and keep him down to the ground. A calm partner would definitely be his best match. He would be very passionate in his love, just like Kai, so he'd appreciate a bit of spice as well.

♡ He's very into intelligence!! He is also head over heels for some confidence and cockiness.

♡ Morro pretends he's a very tough unlovable guy even after getting reformed, but the truth is that he's fragile. He's been that way ever since he was a kid, so he's not going to trust you with his emotions in the beginning. He needs constant reassurement even if he doesn't say a word about it. You need to pick up the subtle signs by yourself if you want to figure out what's with the change in his behavior.

♡ Make him his favorite dish, give him some cheek and chest kisses and some kind words and he's not going to leave your arms for the rest of the day. Make him feel appreciated and enough and it's going to be returned tenfold.

♡ This man will adore every single thing you do.

♡ Quiet dates are his thing, even if it's just laying in bed cuddling he's there and fully engaged. He'd love a fancy date tho,, you get a bit from both worlds.

♡ Quality time and physical touch are Morro's type of thing, his hand is always around you - rubbing your shoulder, holding your hand etc. His hand is on your waist outside and you're always getting kisses on the top of your head.

Pixal

♡ If Pix is in a relationship, she'd be fully invested, so she'd want a partner who's fully engaged as well.

♡ Her projects and work are very important to her, but you always come first.

♡ Pixal would be the type to fall for a person that takes interest into her own interests, or if it isn't their type of thing, pay attention to her, ask her questions, try to engage, show interest and she's going to appreciate you sm!!

♡ Her love language is gift giving and acts of service, but she's going to melt for some sweet words and reassurement!!! Sucker for pillow talk!!

♡ I feel like she'd love physical affection as well, especially cuddles!! Stroke her head and kiss her cheeks while letting her feel your body warmth and pixal will be so happy!!,,

Harumi

♡ She WILL treasure you and adore you every day!! Fresh flowers included!!

♡ She's pretentious and bratty and no one can truly please her you're perfect how are you doing this

♡ She's going to be protective of you, surely.

♡ She'd love to do things for you to express her love, since I think she isn't going to be the best with words - cleaning your room, doing your makeup, making you food, memorizing your medicine or your hair products etc etc.

♡ She'd be head over heels if you made her home cooked meals,,,,Harumi would love a partner who celebrates all her accomplishments with her and also one who looks after her even if she pretends she doesn't want to be,,, she's fussy, but painfully in love whenever you take care of her bruises or fix her makeup if it's smeared before she goes out,,,just little things like that make her day better,,<3

[knockknockitsnickels]

For Equality (#Women), here's a Princess tierlist (already did a voices one). I was hesitant to make one bc all of the princesses are different facets of my beautiful wife whom I adore, but I also love to yap so let's do it. Full disclosure I like all of them a lot for different reasons so these rankings are based almost entirely on vibes. For the sake of brevity I'm gonna be counting unique chapter 3s alongside their respective chapter 2s and counting the shared chapter 3s separately. I know that makes no sense but c'mon there's like 22 of these ladies

EDIT: I completely missed Razor!!! �� I'm sorry babygirl. Updated to add her.

Spectre/Princess and the Dragon: Spectre my beloved. My most anticipated route after playing the demo, and she met all of my expectations. The themes of forgiveness in her route are wonderful, I love how reluctant she is to hurt you, even when you deliberately antagonize her. Princess and the Dragon was also great - getting to see from her perspective feels so fitting I'm surprised it wasn't in the original game, and the moment of quiet you get just chatting with her was a delight.

Nightmare/Moment of Clarity: One of the most tragic characters in the game. I adore the way Shifty's description of her completely recontextualizes the route, taking Nightmare from a quirked up lil villain to just a sad person trying to find a connection after being rejected. Another wrinkle is that no matter what route you take - whether you get Wraith, M.O.C, or set Nightmare free - there's not really a way to give her the connection she wants. I got M.O.C for the first time via choosing to stay with Nightmare, not wanting to release her after she admitted to wanting to destroy the world, but recognizing she just wanted a friend. After the vision she shows us, I felt bad for what I chose - I wanted to apologize to her, but there were no options left.

Prisoner/Cage: First princess I ever got, hence subject to first-princess bias. I've already talked a lot about how much I love her in another post so I won't repeat myself, but she truly is the 3rd best Princess in the game.

Fury: My babygirl It's really hard to write about why I love this girl so much. I've talked about it a bit before, but there's a special kind of horror in how you destroy Fury's original sense of identity (whether you got there via Adversary or Tower), and how upset she is by what she becomes. I think she also ties in really well with the overarching themes of the game. Her insistence that you are not your body and her desperation for you to understand her (in one route destroying herself in the process) remind me a lot of what Shifty has to say in the final fight.

Adversary/Eye of the Needle: My lovely wife whom I adore, my bestest friend. Adversary is such a fun and underrated character, her respect and genuine care for the player is so good AND she's hot. Eye of the Needle is also extremely underrated, her dialogue during the Shifting Mound fight - especially the variation when you free her - honestly gets me a lil emotional.

Wraith: A star, she's done nothing wrong, she is a girlboss and she is slaying. I've already written a bit about how tragic her route is & how I think she's one of the best shared chapter 3s in how she changes depending on the context, so instead i will say: banger design.

Witch/Thorn: Yeah im basic. Thorn was something I was hoping for basically as soon as I realized I couldn't get through the game without hurting the Princess, and it really met my expectations. Witch is a fascinating character - she's so desperate for revenge she'll end up destroying herself in the process, yet despite reveling in how awful she believes the two of you are, her chapter 3s show there's a part of her which wants to reconcile with you.

Damsel/Happily Ever After: Damsel on her own I found to be a pretty funny route - Smitten's dialogue, her happily agreeing to end the world, & Narrator suffering throughout the whole route makes it a lot of fun. Honestly even the more unsettling moments like the deconstructed Damsel are kind of funny - like OK I think it's fascinating thematically (we're trying to help her by asking what she wants but in questioning the only desire she knows we strip her personhood away), but also her turning into an anime doodle is hilarious I'm sorry. Despite that, there is this underlying, deeply uncomfortable horror to the whole route which comes to the surface in HEA and Burned Grey (we'll get to her). HEA is genuinely the most tense I've ever felt playing this game lmao. I think she adds a lot to Damsel - she gives her another dimension of personhood, and whether you choose to pursue it or not, I think the route feels incomplete without it.

Razor: Hilarious, showstopping, spectacular. Her route is a lot more lighthearted than the others, which helps her stand out and can be a nice break on some of the rougher playthroughs. It's hilarious that she was originally going to be a bit more sinister - I'm glad BTG made the best decision anyone has ever made and changed her to her current version. There's also some interesting stuff going on with her thematically, esp in how she parallels Stranger she stole Stranger's ch 3 that's why she's the only route with 4 chapters and how she kind of flips the script on the player and so the slain becomes the slayer. Also, I just love the concept behind her design - her exploding into the perfect woman a knife monster is something I will never forget. She probably has some of the same problems with linearity as some of the routes I talk about later (you're always going to see almost the exact same 4 chapters, after all) but there's enough variation in dialogue and outcome to make me always happy visiting my dear friend Razor.

Stranger: I love her but she's probably one of the routes I replay the least, just because it always plays out the same. Either way, I love the lil peak behind the curtain her chapter gives us, and I love getting to reunite with her & having a real conversation for the first time if you get her as the heart princess.

Tower/Apotheosis: God forbid women do anything. Pristine cut really did wonders for her - honestly in hindsight I think part of the response to her might have had to do with how brief both of her Ch 3s could be. Getting a chance to see (both via Apotheosis & Fury) how much she clings to to her divinity adds a lot to her character.

Wild: Wild really hits different after all of the tension in Beast & Witch. I'm not sure how intentional this was, but I like how both of the no-knife princesses (Beast & Witch) have ch 3s where there's an option to reconcile. I'm guessing the devs knew players would probably eventually be forced to backstab the princess & wanted to give them a chance to make things right? Either way, I love she. The dissonance between the peaceful atmosphere of this route & her desperation to stay together makes this one of the most anxiety-inducing routes in the game.

Drowned Grey: Extremely cool design, extremely cool environment, I love the whole "widow/bride" thing the two greys have going on, unfortunately her route is extremely short & linear. I think part of my trouble with the greys is I don't entirely understand how anyone would get them naturally lol. You stabbed the prisoner? Jail for you. Jail for 100 years.

Burned Grey: My thoughts on her are basically identical to my thoughts on the Drowned Grey but she's lower because I think Drowned Grey looks cooler. Sorry bestie.

Beast/Den: She's one of the most horrifying princesses to me, which is probably part of why I try to avoid getting her route, lol. The themes of dehumanization & the way she's reduced to a base instinct of wanting to consume you just so she can be "whole" again freaks me out. Also the part where she rips you in half & is like "lol oops" is so funny. Legend.

[poisoned-pearls]

okay i lied, LAST ONE, super au.... super villian azul x superhero sidekick jamil (turned vigilante lol). im not sure what powers they would have but jamil corruption arc sorry. like jamils kalims sidekick and azul is SMITTEN with him and only listens to him. he LOVES when kalim tries to get him so he can see jamil. super counsel definitely knows jamils his weak spot and try to get jamil to take advantage of him but jamil just. he cant and he doesn't know why.

he feels guilty about it cause kalim is all "this would help people!" but then he REALLY looks into it and yeah, azul has hurt people, destroyed buildings and shit but hes never killed anyone. he starts to question the morality of the super and starts looking at azul in a new light with his conflicting emotions.

(SORRY I KNOW THIS ONES KINDA BAD BUT I LOVVVEE SUPER AU'S AND WOULD LOVE TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IF YOU HAVE ANY HEHE)

Jamil becomes a victim to the whole “a villain would destroy the world for you” complex. He’s had to give his ALL to protecting the people around him but no one has ever given the same to him.

Jamil’s always just been a pawn, even in the counsel, but Azul see’s him as more than that, and THAT is what gets him to consider it.

And he DOES consider it. For a while. Until he runs into Azul again and he finally just decides ‘fuck it.’ And asks him to take him with him.

Azul became a villain because of how the counsel treated him (bullied him.), and exists to be a pain in their ass. Jamil’s been used by them for labor and given NOTHING in credit again and again.

So he joins Azul. Except now they’re equals. And are also HORRIBLE with pda. They’re commit mass crimes while holding hands.

[pinkysberg]

i've been plagued by a modern!charthur concept ok stick with me here.

arthur's not dated since his highschool sweetheart broke his heart and he never got back out there.

because obviously. anyway.

it's getting kind of pathetic though and john (along with probably several others in his social circle honestly) forces him to get on tinder or hinge or something.

he creates the most terrible profile ever. fish photo bad. it's not good. like really terrible.

everyone fears he may be beyond help.

somehow, though, despite the awkward selfies and bumbling, self-deprecating bio, it catches the attention of charles.

because they're obviously both autistic, they immediately hit it off and start texting nonstop for 2 weeks before they finally agree to meet up.

at this point they've made no romantic advances toward one another but r both equally as smitten.

arthur suggests going for a hike bc u can't tell me they wouldn't enjoy walking around in nature n shit. charles agrees, obviously, and arthur picks some advanced hiking trail.

he wants to show charles a nice view but also that he can keep up with him!

(note, in my modern au charles is a pro boxer who works at an animal shelter on the side, anyway.)

spoiler alert, arthur's not as in shape as he thought, and certainly not as in shape as pro-athlete mr. smith. like he's huffing and puffing the entire trail and charles is thoroughly amused, of course.

"didn't you pick this trail, old man?"

through much amicable teasing they reach a nice view and they take a break

it's kind of awkward and quiet for a minute and then they both try to talk at the same time or something. arthur encourages charles to speak first.

"i was just going to say, i enjoy spending time with you and wouldn't mind seeing you more often."

and arthur blinks, flushes and then goes,

"i was just going to say something about the view but...that seems a little silly now."

charles, while staring square at arthur, nods in agreement. "yea, nice view"

anyway. I'm getting carried away.

and then charles smiles and nods, looking right at arthur and goes "it is a nice view."

ANYWAY im getting carried away.

"it is a nice view." charles agrees, looking square at arthur and not the vista ahead of them.

anyway I'm getting carried away bye

[autistic-sidestep]

17, 28, and 31 if u want!

17. what is their ultimate goal?

this is the question that made me sit on this ask since september cos idfk lmao. (im also lowkey shaking sidestep WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WAR YOU'VE STARTED THAT YOU'RE ALLUDING TO,,,) while sura IS a tactician and presumably she does have plans like expanding the syndicate? making sure she stays the hell out of the farm's reaches? this is probably where the fate/"all of this just feels inevitable" motive plays in cos honestly? [plankton voice] "i never thought i'd get this far" (in their villain career and like. living wise. lol suitag at it again) is tempering a lot of what she thinks she can achieve. this is not great when you're supposed to be the leader of a budding criminal organisation but! he's doing it anyway!

28. what do they find attractive in others? what’s a turn-off? i think it's assertiveness/confidence? but mainly being able to annoy the shit out of each other/bantering/general sense of humour.

there is a running theme across the various people sura's attracted to that being mutual annoyances to eachother. (well. idk if cigs' rey can really be annoyed back. he's the one being annoying + the outlier out of the four. ortega, chen and geek-o13's cyrus all fit tho)

most of all just being able to be… comfortable with the other person, ig. that used to be ricardo pre-hb but not anymore :/ sura's very annoyed that they're still crushing on him. something something lingering hero-worship feelings + do i want to be him or BE him 🏳️‍🌈. fun fact! in a julia verse sura would be equally smitten with charge. more femme presenting pre-hb for sure and copying the long hair to have braids just like her. and then going completely the opposite direction post-hb to distance itself from her by having its hair short.

i'll get back to you on turn-offs i have no idea atm lol.

31. what is their combat style like? it's a mix! there's definitely a stylish flair to it as argos, but they can change it up on the fly. usually they like baiting opponents with an opening move/getting a feel for the way they react before going in, similar to chen and ortega with a mysterious/functional step during the gala. sura was originally a fighterstep before i flipped them to tactician, but some of that fighty mindset is still there (hopefully reflective of their daring/caution stat being pretty balanced). even though the powersuit exoskeleton lets sura fight more directly, there's still a lot of obfuscation/dodging/momentum redirection still leftover from being sidestep. sura likes being hard to figure out. keep em guessing lol.

[zwatchtowerz]

I asked ChatGPT to write a small Sterek story, title included because Im sick and wanted some fluff. This happened. Welcome to 377 words of cute Sterek better than some plotlines.

Under the Stars: A Sterek Love Story Derek Hale had always been a lone wolf, preferring the solitude of the forest to the company of people. But when he met Stiles Stilinski, he found himself drawn to the boy's quick wit and infectious smile.

Stiles, for his part, was equally smitten with Derek, despite the fact that the older man had a bit of a reputation as a brooding, dangerous type.

Their first date was a disaster. Derek had planned a romantic picnic in the woods, but forgot to bring the blanket. Stiles had brought wine, but it turned out to be corked. They ended up eating sandwiches off a tree stump and laughing about how things never went according to plan.

As they walked back to Stiles' Jeep, Derek realized that he was falling for the boy in a big way. He took a deep breath and leaned in for a kiss, and to his surprise, Stiles kissed him back with enthusiasm.

From that moment on, they were inseparable. Derek showed Stiles his secret spots in the woods, and Stiles introduced Derek to his favorite video games. They went on hikes, watched movies, and cuddled up by the fire on cold nights.

Despite their differences, they complemented each other perfectly. Derek's quiet strength balanced out Stiles' boundless energy, and Stiles' sense of humor brought a smile to Derek's usually stern face.

It wasn't long before they knew they were meant to be together. And when Derek proposed to Stiles under the stars, with a ring he had carved himself from a piece of wood, Stiles didn't hesitate to say yes.

They were married in a small ceremony in the woods, surrounded by friends and family. As they exchanged vows, Derek and Stiles looked into each other's eyes and knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

After the ceremony, they danced together under the stars, holding each other close and feeling the warmth of their love all around them.

As they lay in bed that night, Stiles curled up against Derek's chest, Derek whispered softly, "I love you, Stiles."

And Stiles smiled, knowing that he had found the love of his life in the arms of the wolf who had stolen his heart.

AO3 version link here

[spitdrunken]

Ssssssigh. I don’t think I will ever be able to talk about shit like this off anon even tough I have accepting friends I’m just shyyyyy, but I need to babble of how the idea of shipcest reader insert blankshipping is consuming me. Y/N as the third sibling to the twins, wether they actually are a younger /older sibling or a “fun fact: the subway masters are actually triplets and have a non identical sibling” kind of deal, I am currently just smitten with the idea of Y/N that is actually related to them. The twins themself share a special bond that borders on twin thelepathy and it can make one feel like they are being left out, but they love the heck out if their non identical sibling as well. Bonus points for Y/N and Emmet actually hooking up first, Ingo knowing, but pointedly ignoring it / feeling guilty because in his confused mind he feels directly responsible for this, like his disgusting thoughts somehow seeped over to them. Which in turn both of his younger siblings to team up and try to get their Nii-San to join them, he deserves all their love as well. Come on Ingo don’t derail this three car train, we were both perfectly depraved even without you “corrupting us”, but if our darling big brother is just as perverted as we are there is no need to hide it from us no? Maybe we should give him some gentle but firm encouragement, make out a bit n in front of him, show him what he’s missing, call out for him when we kiss so he just knows how much his siblings want him to join?

notes: incest

i'm glad that despite your shyness, this blog could be a place for you to share your thoughts :D!! ingo and emmet incest stuff will forever hold a special place in my heart, so im always happy to write about it HAHA

I've always really liked the idea of Reader being a younger sibling of them! And the whole twin telepathy thing, you've hit the nail right on the head for me as well… I always kind of like the internal conflict of sibling!Reader seeing how close they are, how they can seemingly understand each other without words, and how they wish that they could have something like that for themselves… But knowing that it's not something achievable. Because while Ingo and Emmet understand you better than most people, it's still not the same.

Perhaps this desire for closeness got twisted somewhere along the way, and that's how everything ended up like this. You felt desire for, and later, a feeling of satisfaction in sharing something with Emmet that he didn't with Ingo, as far as you knew, at least.

Still, it probably happened in some kind of drunken state of mind, because to make the first move on your brother takes a special kind of courage. I think that Emmet would very enthusiastically reciprocate, honestly. With this kind of dynamic, I really enjoy the idea that they've all just been secretly pining for each other for years.

Ingo is the one who has always felt the guiltiest about it, and the most disgusting. He's also the one that thought about you the most often. Even though he's seen you the first time, and left without you noticing, he watched for far, far too long instead of stopping you.

When you and Emmet try to convince him to join, Ingo freezes up entirely. The words that usually flow so readily from his lips have dried up entirely. The part of him that hopes that this is a dream, and that it's not, clash with equal powers. He knows he's kind of standing at a point of no return.

His silence, combined with the expression that's unreadable, even for you, someone who knows him so long, is somewhat terrifying. You shoot Emmet a nervous glance, but he seems unconcerned. He was the one who told you it was definitely okay to do this, after all.

And yet… With your lips still slick with Emmet's spit, you ask: "You… Don't think I'm disgusting for this, do you? You don't hate me?"

"Of course not," Ingo breathes out. "I could never." And he takes a shaky first step forward, and he never looks back.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

no ur the love of my life cutie 💕 (in all seriousness though if you want my tumblr so we can cut the string of our little can and Plot more aus im so down 🤲 i have a few more ideas like a uni au that i must share with you immediately). also as far as i'm aware it's just me and this other gaxer (the jupiter to my mars, the sun to my moon if you will) cause i think we're co-creators. our names are both Equally on the power point presentation we've Both put in the effort.

i love that the entire kitchen is aware Something's going on but they have no clue What or just how deep in it max and george are. charles and pierre definitely debrief after a long week and gossip and i think that's so funny. charles after two shots like. who's going to bring up the elephant (george and max are definitely fucking) in the room first and once they start, they can't stop. i also love that landoscar take it 10x more serious than max and george... them both being paranoid about slipping up, always checking over their shoulders, maybe even referring to george and max in code names Just To Be Safe. whole time george and max are so public and open about it, you'd think they'd already told the kitchen.

THIS IS GOOD FUCKING FOOD. the news that russell is there... because nobody calls him george... like. everyone stops momentarily. the pause is like. .2 seconds but Everyone notices. charles and pierre eye each other, alex and max have a stare down (alex's eye twitches) and oscar's about to pass out (bless his soul). when max silently clocks out for his break, nobody knows what to do. seriously? the article, max? when max drops them the compliment, lets charles take over and run the kitchen AND bumps oscar into the sous position, everyone's Sure Max is about to get excommunicated from the food-world for fighting a critic. only, when pierre steals a glance at the table (the best one in the house, of course), max has this look - one he's never seen before, and george is wearing it too. they're both absolutely smitten with each other.

alex still calling max chef despite max being on break is fucking comedy and beautiful and in this essay i will- also im so glad we both agree pierre and alex are waiters. like. to add, i think lewis needs to work at the same firm as george <3

charles and pierre sharing a cigarette as they walk through paris on a chilly friday night after closing the restaurant just gossiping because What The Fuck? how could max not tell either of us? but it's the best piece of gossip that's circled through the kitchen in literal months so they're rinsing it to filth. ILL GO CRAZY. max is usually so good at hiding what he's thinking. that's what his father trained him to do. a good chef Never lets anyone know what he's really thinking. but max blushes the meanest red and feels like a victorian woman seeing an elbow for the first time when george looks at him *that way* or touches him for the briefest of moments. like. he's out of breath and feels slightly manic. he's so insane i love him.

YES YES YES. YES. YES. YES. and max experiments with food all the time because they're a high-end restaurant in fucking paris. they cycle through menus regularly, and george is Always the first to try or see max's little creations. think it would be funny if max just Sends pictures of the food to george. doesn't even attach a message with it like *hey what do you think?* no it's just the food. it's okay though because george sends him back a 3 paragraph essay and then has Even More Thoughts when he's able to try it later. also the menu names??? don't make me fucking crazy. princesse could definitely be a dessert of some kind, they name the first dish max ever cooked at george's flat champs elysees and of course pierre and charles are on the same page. this Has to relate to george somehow.

max is literally in charge of oscar and i don't make the rules. like. max has kitten adopted him you are so right my angel. it's very rare that george drops anything other than food reviews, so the article about oscar takes everyone in the kitchen by surprise. like. oscar definitely cries about it after he's seen it because He Knows and lando's just so happy oscar's happy :) oh my god what if what if what if just for shits and giggles george writes an article about the restaurant after max's third michelin star and he's just in the kitchen overseeing max work and he's so incredibly fond. lando's there too snapping away and max has to be like *aren't you supposed to be taking pictures of the entire kitchen?* and lando doesn't even feel bad because he has. like. 30 really good shots of oscar working on this pesto.

max is just. so incredibly happy after his third star. what if he opens another restaurant in marseille after the third star :) i'll leave us off on that

this is just TOO good i fear. charles and pierre sharing a cigarette as they walk through the streets of Paris…. not a want but a need atp. I love all of them ur honour this AU will always be so dear to me and i didnt even make it up!! i just yelled about gax and it appeared in my inbox!! manifestation works!!

(fr tho Gax anons pls say hi on DMs 2 me if u feel like it 💛💛)

[petrichoraline]

wait stay by my side is good??? and no one told me??? or maybe i keep confusing stay by side and stay with me lol

as someone who is all caught up on both shows - they're both fun 😄

this ask is from three days ago when I talked about how stay by my side (taiwanese show about a boy who can hear ghosts and the guy who gives him a break through touch) had a very fun sixth episode. i wasn't into the show that much but ep.6 gave me some heart-fluttering moments and cute angst that I neither took seriously nor disliked - it was fun for me because of the execution, the fact I don't take anything happening in the show to heart and because the show is short enough so I sensed a resolution was coming very soon 😁

now ive seen episode 7 as well and I can say 6 is definitely my fave. the conflicts are predictable, theres nothing really new but thats what goves you the safe feeling - you dont risk breaking your heart watching it haha. i'd recommend this in case you want a quick sweet watch with "cute silly boy denying his feelings" and "cold rude guy turned passionate suitor". it's the lightest watch i've seen in a while and it's my palette cleanser these days (everything I watch is angsty apparently and the angst supreme™️ trio of loa, of and dr hasn't even reared its ugly head yet lol)

stay with me (the og title of which I find real cute: "gege, don't run") is as far as I know a remake of addicted - a chinese bl that was Very direct in regards to what it's about and therefore got canceled AND banned and the main actors - banned from interacting with each other on tv or at public events for years; I thought swm would be a story set in the same universe or smth but as I watched the first episode I kept getting deja vu until I realised it's the same plot lol

it's about two teens whose dad and mom, respectively, got together - the boys claim to hate each other before they even meet, then fate brings them together without them recognizing each other and shenanigans ensue. it's about found family, finding common ground with parents you can't communicate with, about forgiveness and acceptance. the characters are very lovable <3 the crew is doing their best fighting censorship so it's very clear that the couple are not just bros. they can't, however, do what addicted did so many might prefer the 2016 show. I, personally, was not a fan of the mains in that - wu bi is too possessive for me in this version but his predecessor was Something Else

it's a very standard modern mainland china show. the reason im mentioning this is because of clips on tt and having not seen a cdrama in a while, i had the impression itd be more like a taiwanese or korean bl. the editing, dubbing, bizarrely cut scenes - nothing new in cdrama land. i was wondering if I would recommend it but I think I would, yes. some coincidences and plot points are just so beyond belief that you'd roll your eyes but it's not smth unheard of when it comes to asian dramas haha and I think you'd get so caught up in the angst, domesticity and hunting down hints spread around like easter eggs that you just won't mind the convenient plots (if you would care bout such a thing in the first place)

I'm doing a bad job at promoting this show but I do want more people to see it. the cast is perfect imo (..except for duo duo, I'm sorry but that bby cannot act..her face and aura suit the character though), the sets are all amazing (I like the school, I like su yu's home, I like the shared space later on etc.etc., all decor is very well picked and pleasant to the eye) and the moral of the story is heartwarming, its execution too.

you get passionate hot-headed athletic rich boy who's crazy for his equally smitten furrow-browed genius humble guy - they both value family and each other very much and are willing to do everything for those close to them. it's very endearing and their dynamic is swoonworthy, they're a complete power couple.

(also, spoiler, you get enemies to friends to lovers which is pretty neat)(the spark is there from day 1 tho)

EDIT: i wrote this before the final two episodes were released so disclaimer - POST FINALE SPOILER: if you don't like open endings, esp distressing ones, i don't advise you watch it now - better wait for a secure second season

[ajarofbees]

while some of my rooks have a "main" LI, this game esp im open to rattling them all around in a box and pairing them w someone new for funsies :D

feefee - sunshine boy is sweet on a certain fereldan farmgirl scout <3 he thinks shes So Cool (and hes right!). neither of them are the types for "formal-sit-down" dates but camping trips out in the woods, visiting places and just generally spending time together relaxing. like taash ingame, at one point he does go and find an extremely uh "fragrant" southern cheese for her and she is ecstatic. at another point lace plugs all her inquisition contacts and gets him a copy of varric's book about the events of inquisition, all signed by members of the inner circle and advisors. and then she also got him a good knife. he was equally touched by both of them. on a more serious note, her and feefee havent really talked about the future. its not even purposeful--she doesnt really bring it up because theres a lot going on in the present and if hes not going to right then and there, she's probably not going to out of the blue. and fiore's barely in his mid 20s and also a grey warden--by the end of the game, the taint and the Calling might forever be changed but its still kind of there for him. considering at the end of her quests (compassion route), shes thinking about how to share her new knowledge of the Titans with other dwarves, it leads her to thinking about the future and what it could mean...

hakiem - he got smitten with a certain rambling veil jumper when she popped out of a bush, showed off her cool artifact gauntlet, and then revealed they were all trapped in a magic bubble. he'll listen to her talk about anything from books to her writing to artifacts with the sappiest look on his face, even if he doesnt get most of it. true romance is a pirate not only helping you retrieve dangerously unstable magical artifacts, but blows up a wall in the shape of a heart while doing so. its so great. hakiem enlists neve's help tracking down serials and books for her, while bellara gets taash and lace to help her "procure" gaatlok samples so he can experiment with them. bell even endures isabela's wiggling eyebrows to ask for gift advice. while "settling down" in the sense of staying in one place might never happen, you can bet both of them are already planning for the adventures they can get into (whether meaning to or not, sometimes the adventures just come to you) once all this is done. bellara's sexy pirate theme serial does in fact become a smash hit.

Rook Introduction Hour 2/14/25

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope everyone celebrating is having a wonderful time! 💞💖❣️🧑🏾‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏿👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👨🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼💌🩵🫶🏼🥰💝💘❣️

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

🎶 L is for the way you look at me /O is for the only one I see /V is very, very extraordinary /E is even more than anyone that you adore! 🎶

Today's Question(s): NOW it's all about 💕Romantic love💕! Who is/are your Rook's LI(s)? Do they go on dates together frequently? Where do they like to go together? What's the most romantic thing that Rook's ever done for them? That they've ever done for Rook? If they had unlimited time and money, and no obligations, what would they do for each other? Is there anything Rook or their LI(s) want to say to each other that they haven't yet, for some reason? If they were to settle down together, would they want to start a family? Do you have any headcanons about anything they did together during the game that wasn't shown? And lastly, do you have any pictures of Rook and their LI(s) that you want to share?

Hopefully there are enough questions for everyone to find something they're excited about! Have fun, and thanks for sharing!

(Also, if you are looking for more DA themed Valentine's day content, taamlok made a new romance themed ask game, and corvus-frugilegus is sending silly valentines! And those of you playing on PC can also download the Veilguard of Love mod that metamancer-io made, and turn your Veilguard romantic! Hope you have fun!)

[tennessoui]

Could u rec some more (obikin) fics please?

sure! to shake things up a bit, here's a list of wips I'm really excited for (for a variety of reasons, but mostly because i want more people to read wips)

(i've tried to include a mix of ratings and tags, but i just went through my history for these, so if there's a lot of a specific tag, i had a micro-obsession and no shame):

Passion by why-is-my-nose-a-carrot (updates to this story and their previous one literally make my day, I'm obsessed with their writing style and story choices and i could literally go on and on this is probably the wip i'm most hyped about)

Taking Care by @ragnarlothcat (always obsessed with a good mission fic paired with a feelings realization that then blends seamlessly into 'i did not just have that feelings realization what are you talking about don't be silly.')

earthshine by posthumous_vigor (deaged obi-wan and emperor vader and baby twins who just want their uncle ben back while vaderkin misses his master but appreciates the younger version, but really, really misses his master's kisses)

do you know the name faith by heian (padawan obi-wan & master anakin, force dyad, so promising, huge love and huge anticipation)

How Hondo Ohnaka Accidentally Saved the Galaxy by DontCallMeShirley (super funny, love the concept, love Hondo's voice--he drugs obikin so that they don't interfere with his plans. they don't. they get married instead. Just. So good.)

Νόστος by NFx (I love a Hades/Persephone fic, I mean--I did write one myself but I'm just so excited to read one. I never get tired of these! This is just chef's kiss on my favorite sort of possessive and protective tropes.)

Blindfold me (I'm the only witness) by @lilredghost (jeez i love this, very explicitly porn very 'speaking to the id'. consensual somno so as to sidestep obi-wan's massive guilt complex)

Any Other World by @mysticmjolnir (I was so excited to see this update!! it's been one of my favorite Post-Kenobi show release fics. Like. Just the angst! the hurt! the longing! an anakin and an obi-wan who want their anakin and obi-wan but also want each other because they're the closest they may ever come to the their obi-wan and anakin again)

Welcome Surprises by nephilimswitchlight (such a sweet fic, where anakin surprises obi-wan with his presence on his birthday)

soft, warm, mine by lovbaby (oof. salivating at this fic concept, cannot wait for a second chapter. i can already tell the misunderstandings will be BEAUTIFUL)

if this isn't nice, what is? by anonymous (anakin learns how to jerk off with his new mechno hand. he also learns how to jerk off while thinking about obi-wan. delicious. cannot wait for more)

this land is mine, but i'll let you rule by travellingcircus (i would follow travellingcircus wherever they lead; i love their fics and have probably reread them constantly. in this one, anakin buys a slave to help him on his moisture farm but like. obi-wan's definitely a jedi. right? right??)

bodies (& the celestial reimagination) by @noona96n (i just found this fic last night but it's absolutely darling, i love any fic that starts with anakin as a baby padawan and him hero-worshipping obi-wan im a weak gal i have simple needs. i cannot wait to see how this story develops going forward!)

we're swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @coldwaughtered (another fic I found just last night, but in love! high-powered, put together lawyer and smitten anakin with probably equally smitten obi-wan but the pov is anakin's so that comes off stronger at first + fake marriage for more money which i guess means obi-wan was like if this twunk marries someone else i'll stop being distracted and NOT fall into a consensual workplace relationship only for that to majorly backfire! love the playing with the timeline as well)

The Other Half of My Soul by RedMetalWitch (It took a few months to convince myself to read this as I wasn't quite sure on how absolved of his sins/darkness Anakin would be--my greatest fear unless i'm in a particular once a year sort of mood is a uwu darth vader--but i absolutely adore this fic. i don't know who isn't already following it, but worth the read!)

Shutting the eye of reason by anonymous (another guilty pleasure fic, where anakin is extremely jealous of qui-gon for taking up all of his master's time, and decides to do something about it. mainly by seducing him.)

and of course to round off the list, my beautiful and constant obsession and pipedream that one day it will update if only i keep the faith:

Open Circle by Calyss (my absolute favorite take on sith obi-wan i've ever read. I cannot explain more. It's just so good.)

[capputinos-harp]

" Silly heartbreaker. . "

{ ABANDONED WIP }

An AU/idea's i made while thinking of sun wukong, my beloved. . . i swear capitano im not cheating on you-. Also i did not research ANY shit abt this, bcz dam i don't want to andbcuz im lazy, if u wanna use this go ahead!.

You're the god of love, wealth, and healing. Very new to the celestial realm up above, this was before Sun Wu Kong have an apprentice. Well... Hundreds and hundreds and HUNDREDS of years ago... It was so long, you couldn't remember it... Maybe his master finally kicked the dust, who knows?

You remembered the history, legends, and myths that came toward specific people of those in the celestial realm, Nezha the lotus prince, Sun Wu Kong the monkey king equal to heaven, and The six-eared macaque. You know them as acquaintances in your younger days. It was long ago! It felt like yesterday you have fallen for those deities... But those feelings have passed over time, you remembered you often would write confession and love letters but never actually sent them. It was a bummer really, other deities and gods have called you the lovestruck god because of how many confession letters before your god-hood. And how much you have been rejected...

Smiling to yourself, as your hand touch the handle of a drawer next to you, where you put away that confession and lovestruck letters you haven't been able to send. Just to remember your youth, but... Where are they? You look closer and dig deeper into the piles of paper and ancient scrolls to find those letters. Where are they damn it?! You knew you never sent them or even shared them!... Did someone find out and sent it out?!?.. No, no, no no- that has to be! You trashed your whole room to find those letters that you wrote aeons ago! But they were not there, empty but the paper of those white and yellow colouring of old contracts.

" Master [ NAME ]? What's wrong?. " you're as share-blood sister poke out her head, as she began to worry as the room was a mess with all of the paper and crumpled up ball of papers everywhere... It was a mess, you weren't the one for being messy so something must have happened to you " my confession and love letters.. They all gone... " you would reply as she caught on to your mindset " oh, I sent them to the receivers ". You would slowly look up to her, shocked, and multiple expressions showed on your face as despair invades your mind " THOSE ARENT MEANT TO BE SENT!! " you would yell out as you gripped the sister's shoulder tightly.

Meanwhile, you have your little tantrum and break down, those receivers have read the letters, feeling butterflies in their stomach slowly.

'14 July, xx.xx'

' Sun wukong, who is the monkey king and equal to heaven, you are one of the kind deities I have seen. You are fearless, some even say you're brave and prideful over your figure. I love the way you talked, joked, and even make a smile on my face with your troublesome attitude who would always course trouble whenever you go, I wanna be direct, I have fallen for you Sun wu kong, Monkey king who is equal as heaven. '

' Signed, [ NAME ]. '

Sun wukong move side to side in his humble hut. Clearly heart strucked by the letter, sent by a deity who he have fallen for eons. You were practically almost impossible to approach, with your Devotees worshipping you and asking for hints of who is their spouse in the near future, he have fallen by your beauty and bravery, fighting the third son and lotus prince, god damn it his falling too hard-. He should write a letter back..

-Macaque

'20 August xx.xx'

'Macaque, have I ever said that I have been smitten by your martial arts, shadow, and your beauty. Your personality complete it perfectly, it felt like demon, but a good one. I hope to see you more around, macaque. '

'- [ NAME ] '

-Nezha

Authors note; im too lazy to write the rest of the letters, so here is a cliffhanger lmao, i have more but im very VERY lazy, ill say it now ' I reincarnated as my original character in LMK' monkey! Reader, ' Gamble with your life and gods' Gambler! Reader, 'Lotus Flower' Lotus Dragon!reader (FMix).

I have more but sadly i forgotten about it, i wanted to do these too, but i have too much on my plate having 2 series with dif FaDo, ill write ' IRMOCLMK' or 'IRMO' (reincarnated as my oc) and ' GYLG' (gamble) I've been planning these will be yandere, obv by my bio lmao- but man writing a series alone is boring-

But I really like a toga! Reader x lmk kinda stuff. Might write it in my watt acc.

Author Note 2; I gave up writing this lmao-

[dommyqueenwrites]

Smitten with my Emperor

Sub!Neji x Dom!Fem!Reader

warnings: matriarchal society, lots of made up ceremonial customs, mentions of clan abuse, smut, neji saying no like an anime girl (because he doesn’t know its an orgasm and thinks its peepee, but then asks you to continue), penetration (neji receives obviously), mentions of male pregnancy, some sprinkled hurt/comfort.

wc: 6.3K

AO3

a/n: this took me foreverrrrr to write (I CANT HELP IT I NEEDED TO EXPAND ON EVERYTHING IM SORRY), but its finally here. I put my HEART, MIND, and PUSSY in this shit so y'all better leave me some love 🔪 🖤 

“Her Majesty is here!” Announced a guard as usual. It is customary to do so when the Empress walks into a room, and right now you were on your way to consummate your marriage with the eldest son of the Hyuga clan.

Tired steps took you there, hours and hours of entertaining guests and clan leaders starting to take a toll on you; didn’t even register when you were finally there until your ladies-in-waiting stepped aside and joined the guards in a perfect 45 degree bow behind you, awaiting your dismissal.

A mere moment of hesitation while you caught your breath was expected, the nerves eating you up like they always do when it comes to him. His long and dark hair was always so captivating; his eyes always managing to put you in an inescapable trance. ‘Educated, obedient, and virtuous, all qualities of the man chosen to marry the Empress since birth’, as his family described him to the nobles of now not so equal standing. Since he became the Empress’ husband, and therefore a royal, his clan would surpass all the other clans in social status.

You being that Empress was not always in the cards, however. Prior to ascending the throne, you could never even dream of being in the same room as him and now you’ve just left your wedding ceremony. All of Konoha would be celebrating for the next few weeks the ascension of the Hyuga Prince to Emperor, and his union in matrimony with the esteemed new Empress.

During your betrothment you met him on multiple occasions. Always observed by a clan member, of course. ‘It would be imprudent to leave an unmarried man alone with a woman before their wedding day, Your Majesty. What would people say?’ His clan would never allow their reputation to be tarnished like that.

You had to be satisfied with conversing in public places; during tea time, walks in the garden, the library, public services, etc., with his gentlemen-in-waiting always close by, and yet he managed to make you fall irrevocably in love with him faster than you ever expected.

Long and quiet conversations with the purpose of getting to know him - his interests, his dreams, his fears, and his wishes - led you to advance your ceremony by a few months in order to be married as soon as possible, proving to the five great nations just how smitten the Empress had become with the Prince.

The fact that you wanted to have him all to yourself wasn’t the only reason for this, however. The treatment he received from his clan substantially motivated your decision. He’d been abused for longer than he could remember, and although not unexpected of a clan as powerful as his’, the rage you felt couldn’t compare to any other.

The Hyuga were one of the main supporting clans that provided you with aid in the war for the throne (only because it would benefit them in the long run, of course). It wouldn't be good for anyone involved if you took definitive action against them right away. With only a few months of ruling as the Empress under your belt, and the war fresh on everyone’s mind, their punishment would have to wait. They’re not the only clan that needs correcting, after all.

But now that you’re married to their eldest prince, no one will ever dare to mistreat the Emperor of Konoha, husband to the bloody one that faced up to the previous Empress and her mother. He would be protected, and that’s all that mattered while you gathered the necessary evidence to convict them. You refused to allow the clans to continue in their toxic ways, and soon all of them would face the consequences to their actions.

Before your mood could be soured again because of them, you remembered that your husband was waiting on the other side of the door, maybe even more nervous and anxious than you. For his sake, it’s best to put those matters aside for a while and try to spend a wedding night worthy of himself.

With one final breath you turned to the guards and nodded. “Open.”

The first thing you noticed upon walking in were the candles that adorned every safe surface of your room, and then a strong scent of vanilla, which you deduced came from the little bags that were hidden throughout the room, as was the old custom. It is said that new couples should be surrounded with this scent as it brings upon the couple many fortunes: mainly a big and prosperous family. Safe to say it’s an aphrodisiac, and you couldn’t help but be inwardly flustered at the thought that maybe Neji knew this as well.

At last, there he was, next to the fireplace.

He looked more beautiful than ever in his white ceremonial gown. The simple and elegant patterns emphasized his pure appearance; “son of the moon” they called him, and with reason. His hair, half up and half down, was adorned with the delicate white jade hairpin you gifted him the only time you managed to escape his attendants during a date.

Though you were able to see him during the ceremony and the celebration that followed, you didn’t get to really admire him closely with many nobles and officials around, all wanting to get a word in. During the dinner celebration not long after the sun went down, while the most prestigious performers of the five nations came to entertain the Empress and Emperor on their wedding day, you managed to exchange a few words with him when everyone was too focused to pay attention.

However, he was too aware of his clan’s closeness to your thrones to be able to maintain a natural conversation with you, which you noticed immediately, yet you couldn’t end the celebrations too early without getting too much attention from the world leaders and officials present. After a few hours, when you ensured everyone was well acquainted with the alcoholic beverages served, you announced that your Emperor and you would be turning in for the night.

Per the custom, the husband would leave the celebrations first while the wife saw off the guests. Everyone stood and gave him their best wishes as they bid farewell, and he was finally able to head to your room after paying his respects to those present (and you, of course).

An hour or so later of you seeing off your guests and thanking everyone for their attendance, here you were, together at last.

You couldn’t see his face due to his body being in a perfect bow: his hands placed rigidly in front of his torso, his body inclined forward, his head down, not meeting your gaze, and even though he had always greeted you like this, now that you were officially married it was way too formal for your liking.

“Your Majesty.” He bowed deeper and that was your cue to stop him before he could go on his knees and bend even more.

“Neji, we have talked about this before.” When you stopped in front of him, your hand extended and you placed it under his chin, gently guiding him to meet your gaze. “If you don’t call my name, then who will?” Your hands went to his shoulders, and then slid down to hold his hands - which were cold to the touch, you noticed - to give them a light squeeze.

“Who in this palace?” you brought his hands up to your lips and pressed a kiss in the palm of each before interlacing your fingers in hopes of bringing him some warmth. “Who in this nation will dare? Only you have my heart.”

He grew flustered by your words, but his eyes did not shy away from yours. Instead, he squeezed your hands back and softly, as if to ensure only you would hear him (even though it was only you two in this room) he murmured, “Y/N…”

Your wedding was only a few days before winter officially began and the air grew colder every night. He must’ve been trying to get some warmth next to the fireplace waiting for you to arrive, and your heart ached at the image of him waiting for so long, growing colder by the minute.

“How could I have left you waiting for so long? You’re freezing.” You led the two of you closer to the fireplace and held both of his hands inside yours now. The concern in your face made Neji’s heart flutter, and before he could stop himself, he confessed; “I’m really pleased that you’re with me now, Your Maj-” At the raise of your eyebrow, he corrected: “Y/N.”

A visible blush found its way to his face and the smile on your face grew bigger. “Did you long for me while I was away?” You stepped closer into his space until your sides were touching and tilted your head trying to get a better look at his oncoming expressions. “Because I long for you every second you’re not there.”

His blush darkened considerably and he couldn’t maintain eye contact for much longer. The sight of his flustered self caused a chuckle to escape your lips, and as it happened whenever you teased him, he frowned while what he thought was an unnoticeable pout appeared on his lips, It wasn’t long before he tried to fluster you back.

“If only you had been this enchanting on our first meeting.” Followed by a dramatic sigh. “Maybe we would’ve been husband and wife by now.” His playful jab at how you had fallen on your face the first time you ever locked eyes was met with an exaggerated gasp from you. “Oh how could you. The wind was clearly conspiring against me that day!”

Your theatrically offended attitude managed to get a giggle out of him. The hand that was previously between yours went up in front of his mouth while his head turned away and he tried to contain his joy.

That simply won’t do.

You took his hand away and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of it, his eyes following your every move. “Then could you blame me, dearest? Am I at fault if your eyes blew me away?” Your other hand found its way to his waist and pulled him closer. He gasped and his arm landed on your shoulder, trying to recover from the suddenness of it all. His blush grew a darker shade than you’ve ever seen on him, and yet his eyes didn’t shy away; they shined as your gazes locked together and the hand in your grip squeezed ever so gently.

“In any case, we are married now. See?” You squeezed his waist to signify your proximity. “You’re my husband, and I’m your…?” He must have been put in a daze by your actions, because only when you squeezed his waist a second time did he react; his voice barely a whisper, the shakiness of it only you could notice. “…wife.”

Your heart would explode any second now, and he would be the cause. You could tease him every second for the rest of your lives if it meant seeing this side of him all the time, but alas, you wouldn’t.

You placed the hand you were holding on your other shoulder, and he held onto you with that one too. “My husband.” Your smile could probably break your face in half by now. “Are you tired? Is there anything you need? Just say the word and I’ll have it done.”

“Y/N.” He took a deep breath and his grip tightened. “Could we fulfill the customs of the…” A gulp, and his volume lowered with each word. “...the first night?” His eyes went to your lips for barely a second, and then to his hands - which were now fiddling with your ceremonial robe where they rested - only to lock with your eyes again, an unspoken ‘please?’ in his gaze.

Since you met, it was clear how much Neji valued tradition. Though his request did not come as a surprise, you thought that maybe the long ceremony and the countless hours of greeting guests - mainly his family’s - would have tired him out by now. Your exhaustion left your body the second you stepped into the room long ago, so you had no objections.

The customs of a newlywed couple's ‘First Night’ were simple, really. First, the wife would help remove the husband’s face paint. Then they would each hold a candle that would be lit by the other, followed by writing a letter to their spouse that would be hidden for a year, only to be opened on the day of their first wedding anniversary. And lastly, they would enjoy a cup of wine together.

As always, his requests were your command, and a maid was called in with a bowl of warm water and a soft cloth to remove his face paint, which you noticed earlier in the day he wasn’t wearing much of. His sharp and elegant features didn’t need much accentuation, and therefore it was easy to remove.

First you helped with his hair. Spending hours with the millions of hidden hairpins his hairstyle required couldn’t be comfortable, and one by one you removed them all. Neji’s soft sigh as you massaged the sore spots when you finally took the last hairpin out meant you were right, and you were glad you decided to go with these first.

Then you accommodated his hair away from his face so it wouldn’t be in the way while you focused on his face. Gently, you removed his face paint slowly with the damp, warm cloth. Neji closed his eyes while you did so, humming softly, and he looked simply too irresistible to refrain from laying a kiss on his - now clean - cheek. He couldn’t stop a smile from forming, but his eyes only opened when you laid another kiss, closer to his lips this time, yet not touching them just yet.

The outer layers of your ceremonial gowns were discarded so you could sit comfortably, and the next thirty minutes or so were spent writing your letters. You lit his candle, and he yours, before you sat quietly near each other and wrote. He finished first, followed by you shortly after, and now it was time for the wine.

The letters were left on the table to put away later, and Neji waited in the soft floor cushions next to the fireplace while you poured the wine. You handed him his cup and moved to sit next to him so that your sides were touching.

You could talk to each other about anything and everything, so that’s what you did. By the time your cups emptied out completely, Neji was leaning his full weight on your side. He was significantly more relaxed now, and his eyes would move to your lips every time you spoke; something yours were surely doing as well.

Your jokes now actually made him giggle, something he was doing more freely now, yet not enough for your stricken heart. In fact, he had just done so when his appearance caught your attention for the nth time that night, and you could now hear your heartbeat in your ears. He was slightly out of breath, his cheeks had a lovely rosy tint to them, and his eyes had this certain glaze on them.

A questioning hum left his lips at your silent staring, and that was when you kissed him. It seemed like the countless months of waiting, the vanilla in your system and the cup of wine had taken effect because you finally, finally kissed him. A surprised sound left his lips before his eyes closed and he showed no resistance to your kiss.

During the war, you heard countless stories from many fellow soldiers who left a husband (or boyfriend) at home. They would love to talk about their many adventures as a way to pass the horrible time that is war and many described the perfect kiss, some less…poetic than others. But none of it could have prepared you for this.

Heaven.

His lips felt like heaven.

After a few seconds your head tilted, and Neji placed his hand on your bicep. Your need to feel him closer got the best of you and you pulled him closer by the hips, your chests now against each other, and your other hand went to undo the second layer of his robes. Once undone, there were only three more layers left before you could see the bare skin of his chest, and Neji shifted in place while he could feel the heat on his face and the back of his neck increasing.

He gasped when you opened the next layer and you used this chance to put your tongue in his mouth. His eyes opened before closing again and his eyebrows furrowed while his hand squeezed your bicep. The pool of heat in your lower stomach increased when his tongue shyly met yours, trying to follow your lead. When your hands reached to undo his second to last robe, he placed his hand on your chest and your lips separated soon after.

“Y/N,” his forehead met your chest as well while he tried to catch his breath. “Neji?” You backed away a bit, your eyes searching to meet his’ but he still wouldn’t separate from your chest. “We shouldn’t…” Your heart stopped at the implication that maybe you went too far and he wasn’t ready, but then he whispered: “...on the floor.”

“You don’t want us to be on the floor?” He shook his head with his face still hidden on your chest. “Then,” though your heart started to beat again, you still had to ask. “Should we move to the bed?” His grip tightened and he nodded yes, but you still needed to hear him say it, so you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled him away to meet his gaze, his eyes unable to escape yours this time as well. “Neji, do you want us to continue on the bed?”

“Yes.” His lack of hesitation eased your nerves, and you moved to pull the both of you up and head towards the bed. It occurred to you that while Neji would be naked soon, you still wore all of your robes, and after you sat him on the edge of the bed you stood in front of him and your hands went to undo your first knot.

Neji’s eyes moved between yours and your hands every now and then, too shy to maintain eye contact the whole time. When it was time to remove the last layer to expose your undergarments to him, you had a magnificent idea and your hands moved to grab his’ to place them on the knot. “Untie it for me.” Your voice and the fact that Neji had to raise his head to look into your eyes sent another wave of arousal between his legs. His hands undid your knot -albeit clumsily - and his hands finally came into contact with your skin.

Years of training and fighting and fighting undoubtedly left their mark so when his soft and untainted fingers caressed the most obvious scars, your heart felt like it could probably beat his way out of your chest. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the biggest one near your heart, looking up with a soft - and yet expectant - glint in his eyes as he did so.

Your desire could eat you up by now and your lips met for the second time that night - sloppily - while you lifted him up and moved up towards the pillows, gently depositing him back down. Neji found the sound of your lips brushing against one another lewd, yet a naughtier sound escaped your interlocked mouths when one of your hands found its way to his pectoral and squeezed. The last robes came off in a matter of seconds, and your mouth latched to one of his nipples.

One of the soldiers you met told you about this before, recounting how it made her lover go crazy and while you were hoping it would give Neji some pleasure, you weren’t expecting a keen to leave his lips from the action. His hand shot up at lightning speed to cover his mouth and his head turned, but his chest arched into your mouth and all the air left your lungs at the sound.

Him trying to prevent more sounds of pleasure definitely wouldn’t do, and your hand pulled his’ away from his mouth just in time to hear an exquisite moan as your tongue circled his areola. Then you sucked, hard.

“Y/N!” He pulled you up for a kiss this time and panted into your mouth while your hands went to slowly pull down his thin silk underpants, but the wet patch near his crotch pulled a delighted chuckle out of you. Your fingers went to rub his cock through the wet patch and his head fell back on the pillow, a silent yet desperate gasp coming from his lips.

“Is this because of me?” Your finger pulled away and a string of his pre-release followed while you showed him. “N-No, stop it, that’s-” he gave a startled shout when your fingers started rubbing there again. “Don’t touch it, it’s-” your fingers rubbed faster and his words caught in his throat and a whimper followed, but he managed to squeeze out a quick: “It’s dirty!” And you understood what he meant.

Besides the fact that young girls received some ‘education’ about this matter when they’re young, the stories from the army also helped you understand what that wet patch was and what it meant. However, it’s considered taboo for boys to speak about this matter in general, and knowing the people in charge of Neji’s upbringing, you couldn’t be surprised by his lack of knowledge on the male body - or the female one at that.

‘No, precious, it’s not dirty, it’s natural. Look, it comes from here.” Your wet fingers slid down to his testicles and rubbed softly over his underpants. “Do you feel good?” The feeling of you rubbing down there was new, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “I feel good.” His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you in for a kiss while your fingers went up to rub on the wet patch of his cock again.

Soon he started to shake, his breathing grew more erratic and his legs wouldn’t stop shifting. An alarmed whimper hit your ears and he tried to pull away from the kiss. “Y/N-” But you wouldn’t let him, instead increasing the speed and pressure at which your fingers rubbed his precious parts. “Y/N, no-” Again, you intercepted his words. You deduced he was close to coming undone without pleasuring you as well, but you planned to make him enjoy himself multiple times tonight, so that wouldn’t be a problem.

His legs thrashed and he sobbed into your mouth before you realized something could be wrong and pulled away. Another sob left his lips as you separated and your hands moved away. His hands went up to cover his face as he whined and whimpered while his legs shaked as they closed together.

“Neji?” You tried to pull his hands away but he turned his head away, his ears and chest flushed a dark red. “Neji, did I hurt you?” His head shaked no but he couldn’t stop shaking and his louder whine as a response didn’t convince you. “Please talk to me, Neji. Are you okay?” His thighs squeezed tighter and he gasped as though it didn’t make it better.

“Y/N!” His hand desperately grasped yours and you were about to send a maid for the royal doctor, but the wet patch in his underpants grew much larger in an instant and a louder moan (or sob?) of your name left his lips. Your eyebrows raised and Neji rose to hide his face in your neck, his other arm around your shoulders keeping you in place. He whimpered in your ear and your arms came to wrap around him to hold him tight.

“I-I think,” he sniffled and tried to stabilize his breathing, but couldn’t. “I think I soiled myself.” He sounded so upset that your heart broke, but at the same time a relieved breath left your lungs before you could stop it as he wasn’t actually hurt. You held him for a few minutes longer but when you tried to pull away he whimpered again and his grip tightened. You hummed to try to offer him some comfort.

“My precious husband.” A smile found its way to your face, and his breath hitched again. “It’s not what you think it is.” When it was clear he had no intentions of letting you go, your hand sneaked its way between your bodies and went inside his underpants. Neji startled and yelped when your hand touched the wetness between his legs, and he gave a distressed whine at the thought of you touching that dirty mess.

“Neji.” He finally pulled away a bit to allow your hand to resurface; those beautiful, wet eyes met yours and his current expression was not one you had the opportunity to enjoy ever before, so you were probably close to melting on the spot. “It’s not urine. See?” You brought your hand closer to your mouth and by the time Neji realized what you were going to do it was too late as you had already licked a stripe through his mess. “Y/N-!” You reconnected your lips and your tongue went inside his mouth again, needing to explore every inch like you had done not long ago.

His whimper was just as delicious as the previous ones, if not more. He was so worried about you finding his actions disgusting that your complete willingness to still kiss him brought more tears to his eyes, and a familiar heat to his lower stomach.

“I promise you it’s completely natural, Neji. It just means you felt really good. Did you?” He shyly nodded with his eyes closed from the kiss, but when they opened again they landed on your crotch and you might have a hunch as to why.

“Did you also feel good?” He asked expectantly, and your heart fluttered. “You make me feel wonderfully good, Neji.” His gaze lowered to your crotch again and you knew he was not convinced, more so when he met your eyes with his eyebrows furrowed. “Then why are you still like that?”

“Erect? Well, it’s because I haven’t finished yet, my body needs a little more stimulation but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy myself.” He listened very attentively and while it warmed your heart that he was also thinking about your pleasure, today has been long enough. “Come, precious. It’s really late and we should-”

“But I want you to finish.” His determined expression caused your smile to grow and your eyes to soften. “Neji, I don’t need t-” He interrupted you yet again, knowing you would try to care for him only and not your pleasure as well. “It’s our wedding night. I want to consummate our marriage.”

Since he was a young boy, Neji’s clan had always been very restrictive about anything and everything that had to do with his life. The only education he had received was about the arts of calligraphy, music and his clan’s history; everything that a fine young man needed to be educated only. He was told that a good husband’s duty revolved around listening to his wife and catering to her every need. He was also told about the consummation of a marriage. They said that on his wedding night (and any other night his wife desired him), he was to lay in bed whenever ordered so, and she would penetrate him with the purpose of impregnating him. This act would not only serve to bless his family with a child, but to also keep his wife satisfied and happy; ‘When a wife is satisfied and happy she won’t have the need to look for another husband, Neji. You must satisfy your wife well.’

Neji was sure his future could only contain misery and struggle. The women he grew around were nothing but monsters to their husbands, and when he met the Empress he was betrothed to since birth, his heart completely broke in a million little pieces.

A few weeks before their wedding things changed, however. His clan escaped the royal grounds and went to hide on a secret base by the mountains. There he learned about the beginning of the war. Two long and cold years went by before it ended, and not long after he met you, the new Empress.

He remembers how you tripped right after locking eyes for the first time, and the stories he heard about the new Empress’ courage and intelligence during battle suddenly seemed like lies. The blush on your face after recovering from such a humiliating event seemed unbecoming of someone with your reputation, he just couldn’t believe it. And yet, a few months later he found himself looking towards a married future for the first time in his life.

The rest is history.

However, his teacher’s words couldn’t just go away completely. When you announced that he would retire from the celebrations early to rest, his heart leaped to his throat and he felt like the anxiety would drown him while he waited. But then the doors opened, and in walked you. Any trace of exhaustion in your eyes left as soon as you saw him, and his knees shaked.

His self from three years ago never would have believed if someone told him he would finish from the pleasure provided by his wife on his wedding night. Not only was she willing to take care of his body as well, she also put his comfort above hers. ‘Is this a dream?  Could my imagination be playing tricks on me?’ These words were constantly being repeated in his mind, and deep down, in his heart as well.

With you, he was willing.

He was willing to consummate your marriage tonight. He was willing to become impregnated by you. He was willing to have as many children as you would allow him, and love them and you till the end of his days. He was willing to be yours in every way possible.

And that's what he showed when he connected your lips this time.

“Y/N. I wish to consummate our marriage right now.” He hugged you with both of his arms around your shoulder and you prayed with all your might that your resolve to wait until at least tomorrow would stay strong but- “Please, my wife?”

…

Your resolve be damned. Neji wanted to consummate your marriage right now so that is what you were going to do.

“Yes.” Neji pulled back and his blushing self alone would be enough to keep you going for a thousand nights if he desired it so. He smiled and went in to capture your lips again. Your hands went to his waist, and lifted him up in order to accommodate him on the pillows again. You enjoyed kissing and caressing each other for a second longer, before you went to retrieve the special oil needed for times like this. You settled between his legs again and slowly pulled his underpants down his legs. Neji gasped and turned his head at your predatory gaze taking in the mess he made before.

“Oh my.” His adorable cock stood tall and proud, rosy at the top and he swore he could almost see the wolf-like fangs growing out of your mouth. “It seems like my dear husband is ready to play again so soon, hm?”

His thighs closed around your body when you leaned in for a kiss but before your lips could touch; “Then I think you should take responsibility, dear wife. Who else is to be liable for this husband’s willingness?”

“Only me, Neji. I’ll take care of you always.” He caught the hidden meaning of your words and his eyes watered, but before the knot forming in his throat could spoil the mood a second time he pulled you in for a kiss. It didn’t help much because the gentleness with which you handled him caused some tears to roll down his cheeks anyway, but you didn’t mention them outloud - knowing he doesn’t want you to - and instead kissed every inch of skin on his face. (Even if that only resulted with more tears following up, you would kiss each and every single one away.)

Your fingers dipped into the oil, and as you kissed his neck they rubbed around his rim. The foreign sensation between his legs and your tongue on his neck coaxed some more extremely pleasant sounds from his lips and pre-release to come out. He wouldn’t shy away from you this time, though. Instead, he welcomed the pleasure with open arms and hummed at your ministrations, delighted.

When it was time to stretch him open with a finger you recoated your fingers in the oil and went about it as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt him at all, yet they were new touches, so some discomfort was expected. When his hips began shifting from the intrusion, your mouth latched one of his nipples like last time, while your hand paid attention to the other. His gasps and trembles could make you come undone on the spot, you didn’t doubt it.

By the time all four fingers were in, had been letting out more consistent sounds and his hips were moving as well, trying to feel you deeper. He couldn’t understand why, but a feeling of dissatisfaction took over when that wasn’t possible; he needed more of something, and not knowing what that something was frustrated him.

You were admiring the countless marks left on his neck and chest when his disheartened whimper met your ears. When you looked up his face said everything you needed to know, and you took your fingers out. He misunderstood and thought that maybe you would stop pleasuring him completely when you began shifting, so his hands went to hold on to your shoulders and tried to pull you closer again.

“No, don't stop please.” You reassured him you wouldn’t go away with a short kiss, and maneuvered your underpants off, leaving your chest coverings. “I’m here, precious.” You pulled him up into a sitting position and led his hand by the wrist to the oil and whispered for him to dip his palm in it. He obeyed as always, and waited for your next instruction.

“It’s your turn to touch me now, Neji. Make sure you cover my cock very well with the oil.” Your lewd words still brought a darker blush to his face and neck, but before he could shy away you connected your lips again, simply waiting for him to touch you whenever he desired to. Much to your surprise, that would be sooner than anticipated, and the sudden touch of the cold oil in his hand made a low hiss leave your lips. He hadn’t warmed it up between his fingers like you had, but his inexperience sent another wave of arousal through your body and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you finished.

He was slightly intimidated by your size difference down there, he decided to trust you with his life long ago, so that won’t deter him. Before long you pulled his hand away and laid him on the pillows again, this time laying one under his lower back. Even though he had already been naked for a while, he somehow felt more exposed.

You positioned yourself between his legs one more time, holding your body above his’ with a hand next to his head to avoid suffocating him. Then you connected the hand he used to oil you up and the one you used together, the lewd sound and feeling making him tremble with anticipation, and his other hand gripped the sheets beside him. Slowly you pushed inside, and Neji’s jaw went slack by the stretch. Your hand was nothing compared to your cock, he realized. He felt so full.

You were holding on for dear life with half of your cock inside him, and you concluded all of him felt like heaven. When you pulled out only to push back in, Neji's eyes rolled to the back of his head and the tightening he felt on his abdomen the first time came back. He knew he was feeling really good, and that could only mean that he would finish soon, but he really wanted you to feel really good this time as well.

“Y/N!” His panicked chirp reached your ears and that was your only warning before he whimpered and released. You finished barely a second after and his mouth opened in a silent scream at the warmth he felt inside soon after. Only when he inhaled again did you lower your body on his and rested your face in his neck while you caught your breath. Little Ah’s left his mouth with every exhale, and you began leaving little kisses anywhere you could reach. Not long after his grip on your oily hand lessened and when you raised your head you found the reason why.

He was sound asleep, the exhaustion finally won and he couldn’t fight it anymore. Your smile probably made you look like a fool right now, but ‘heavens, he really has my entire heart.’ In a few minutes you would get up and make sure he was clean, comfortable, and the candles were put out but for now, laying close to him like this and trying to memorize as much as you could would suffice.