#my do I love writing for Niran!

[amirasainz]

hi!! i really love your works and i always look forward to you contents. can you write about a quadrant content but it’s just lando and baby!sainz flirting with each other

So much fun to write. I hope it is how you guys imagined this. I can only advise you guys to watch the video. It is extremlx funny.

Enjoy reading and send some requests.

-XoXo

Spill your guts

It was another day of filming a new video of Quadrant. The team took it upon themselves to invite two special guest for their new video. One of them was the britisch Youtuber Filly, while the other one was Amira Sainz aka Landos love of his life (his words).

Lando sat in the middle of the table. On his closest right side sat Amira, Ethan and Aarav. On his left side sat Filly and Niran. In front of them was a variety of disgusting food, for example a 1000 year old egg (how does that work) or a fish smoothie. Lando would ask each person a question. If someone didn't want to answer, they would have to eat the food.

As usual, Amira and Lando were in their own little world the whole time. Lando even brought her a special designed LN4 hoodie. So while everyone started with a hard question, it was now Amiras turn. "Ok darling. Let's start easy. Do you like the new collection" questioned Lando softly. Amira nodded with a bright smile and Lando clapped for a short moment. The guys at the table were shocked. The have been warned before the video about the behaviour between those two. Seeing it was a whole different thing.

So the game continued on and on. While Niran across from her was nearly dying after eating the egg, Lando turned to her. He took her hand in his and looked her deeply in the eyes. "Now, this is a hard question, Baby. You'll probably want to answer it and not drink a fish smoothie ok?" Lando was always so careful with her. He didn't care if his friends were dying next to him. I mean, no-one would if the Amira Sainz sat next to them.

"You once mentioned that you like nearly everyone on set of Narcos. Who was the person you didn't like?" The question was met with a lot of "uhhh"-s from around the table. After a short moment, she answered: "I really can't tell. I don't want to offend anyone." When she reached for the glass, Filly tried to console her: "Amira, you're probably one of the bravest girl out there." Before she could drink it Lando yelled a loud "Wait!", scaring everyone in a 5 mile radius.

"Baby, I can't let you drink that. However, because you didn't answer, you will have to drink lemon water" "Nooooo, please no lemon water" Amira said sadly. Lando just nodded sadly, tears already gathering in his eyes. The boys just stared incredulously at the pair. "How is lemon water worst than a freaking fish smoothie" asked Aarav, looking directly into the camera.

After she drank the water, Lando hugged her tightly. "You did so good, my pretty girl. I know it was really sour, but you make my life sweeter." So for the whole video, Lando would only give Amira things like cuttet onion, a hard noodle or vanilla ice-creme. The ice-creme was probably the worst thing for her, because she is a huge chocolate fan. And after every answer she gave, he would either hold her hand or kiss her forehand. Lando was everything but secretive.

After Filly came back from his quick toilet visit Amira asked him: "Is the sauce really so bad?" "Love, you have no idea. I saw my dead grandfather in front of me". This prompted a round of laughter from around the table. "I kind of want to try it" she said. Before anyone could stop her, she downed the whole glass.

"Oh my god", "What the fuck" and "Baby, are you mad" were the reactions she was met with. Everyone stared at her. However, Amira just liked her lips and said "This shit is really good"

[mgu-h]

What are your top 3 moments of Max and Lando from 2024? A little late, but I’m quite curious lol

Or in general, what are your favorite moments of them of all time?

my chronological study is not yet caught up, so i can't really do 2024 justice, but i've covered a lot of ground from 2013 to early 2023, and there's just so many things that stand out!!! not just moments but like.. idk. whole parts of their lives. i'll check some dates {edit: and add 20 gifs and a video}, but otherwise, off the dome, my favorite moments lmao let's do this:

max's story about seeing lando driving his kart at 9yrs old, the small details about the location and lando's helmet that he remembered, the fondness in his tone of voice as he talked about it, and calling himself a day one fanboy of lando

there's this old old post on max's insta where he's just starting out, with lando commenting on it in a supportive or teasing way... just seeing how long they've been friends, all the footage of them karting, sharing podiums, and goofing off in tiny race suits together, it's not one moment that i love but the pool of shared experiences and competition

jumping forward in time a bit, that time max said that lando had taken care of him after he stopped racing and wasn't sure what to do, it's just important to me that max showed up just playing on lando's twitch first. lando opened up this whole path for him, ultimately hiring him, shaping the trajectory of the rest of his life

there's some deeply notable streaming early on in lando's house, a favorite being the absurd bathrobe tech support, with lando fresh out of the shower and all up in max's personal space. and then idk it's a small detail but there's times where max and lando are wearing the same glasses and i love that

i can't pick a favorite of the quadrant videos filmed in summer and fall 2021, there's so many deeply endearing and iconic moments, like the hot sauce video, the lie detector (big reaction), the pink 'how well do you know' video (max's absurdly fond tone of voice saying "useless" is my first memory of him, from years ago), the outtakes of the part of the elgato video where they kick niran out of their house

there's connor's august twitch stream from holiday with them all tipsy and topless and deeply tanned on a boat. lando hovering around max's back, making max smell his underarm when he complained. it reminds me of pics i saw of lando shirtless in a paddling pool which i assume were taken by max.

the way they were wearing each other's golf shirts on the course in that one fall golf stream, i think it was shortly after sochi. the whole recurring bit with them sharing a wardrobe, the "whose shoes are those?" "whose joggers are those? "whose hoodie is that?" bit, the fact that it kept going even after they moved apart

those key december 2021 streams, the loooong halo stream where chat called max both lando's dog and his wag. just the wild argument they had about max moving to monaco, with max saying lando'd get lonely, offering to be a house husband almost, and 'joking around' like 'he doesn't want me, we're done, etc..

then the sweet sad energy of the last stream in the house, where lando picks a fight about who's better at golf and uses his keyboard clicking to annoy max. for some reason i love this fight the most out of everything, i've listened to it dozens of times probably, i even transcribed it to see what the sentence length looked like before i started writing rpf. it's just like the perfect quintessence of their dynamic.

max showing up on the mclaren tiktok account in lando's hotel room in dubai the next month jan 2022, having gone on the trip with lando and his gf

quadrant leaving a small cardboard cutout of max in lando's office, after lando was a pest while max tried to plan the office remodel surprise for him. then lando using it to tease max, and lying about throwing it out, keeping it around, and still having it in 2025

the infamous and perfect moment in july where max covered up lando's head after the rally car passed by because lando fully didn't do it himself and max either saw that or knew that he wouldn't do it and that he needed to do it for him

lando being a dj on max's twitch, the sleepover vibes, the way they support him in his new hobby and validate him

max's 2022 singapore trip and the incredible tikok where lando answers the hotel door wearing the exact same clothes as max but in inverted colors, where he slaps max very hard on what looked like the inner thigh, where max bites his knuckle with nerves and is proud of lando's p4

[i've got the winter and spring content to go through in detail, i don't really know what happened here]

the march 2023 max twitch stream with lando in the blue hoodie (kitten, max smelling his underarm, lando losing his mind about a memory of max when he was drunk). i'm pretty sure in that stream, max's dad comes in and asks if lando is staying the night, in a way that communicates he's done it a hundred times before and is welcome to do it a hundred more

the april 2023 twitch streams where lando wanders around, laying with bare feet kicked up on the bed, massaging his back (each others' backs, max returns the favor), lint rolling himself. around this time P says on stream that max is lando's boyfriend, she also calls him his slave and labels what they share as an addiction(!!!)

i know they go to motogp together in the summer of this year, i remember the adorable almost kinda matching outfits. there's also that footage of max looking at lando asleep in that egg pod thing from around then too

[i don't really know yet if/what nortrell happened in late 2023]

then like, 2024, i have so much to catch up on, but i was aware of him by the end of the season. obviously the infamous post disaster races had that gentle parenting from max about eating and sleep while playing tarkov, which was lovely, and then the way max defended him at crucial parts of the season and like asked 'where's the backing' and got angry on his behalf was good too.

2025...... so much so far. the "you said my name so I know you're lying." the "stop fucking kissing her max and hurry the fuck up." connor's "his brother and his boyfriend" comment. the fact that i got jumpscared by max streaming from lando's office again. the pushups. watching the super bowl. just so much.

that was more than i expected to remember lmao anyway, nortrell rights

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Aromatherapy

Warnings: little nsfw, please thread with caution

Lifeweaver x GN reader

Note: Welp, there it is! My first drabble starring our favorite Overwatch Support. I got this idea when helping @cerezzzita finding her own ideas for a smut fic. Her encouragement for me to write this is honestly the main reason you're reading this.

Happy reading 💕

He watched you from his spot on the bed. Skin flushed from the shower and a few droplets of water still clinging to your hair. Even completely exhausted and cranky, you were still beautiful to him, and when he extended his hand towards you, you circled the bed with a small smile and walked between his knees as his hands held yours.

„Gods, you look awful darling. When was the last time you properly rested?“

Niran rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, playing with your hands as his eyes ran over your sleepy countenance. Your eyes were bloodshot and barely opened, your shoulders hunched over as if bearing an invisible weight.

You chuckled, swaying a little to relax your sore feet. „I think the only proper rest I get is when I’m dead.“

„Ah, but there are ways to gain euphoria even in the world of living.“ He gives his most charming smile.

„Is there?“ You let him wrap his arms around your middle and pull you with him on the bed. You let out a silent oof as you fall into the freshly changed pillows and soft blankets. How wonderful it would be if you could fall asleep, but for that to happen every muscle in your body should not ache. Niran carefully turned you on your stomach. He could do whatever he wanted as far as you were concerned. You were too exhausted to fight him anyway.

Instead, you buried your nose in the pillow, scenting a familiar aroma of lavender. Ever since Niran started to live with you he brought a sense of comfort and relaxation to your place that you’ve never known you needed. He sprinkled the pillows with lavender pillow spray. Your eyes squinted into the soft warm light of scented candles of his choosing – mostly jasmine and cedar. And, of course, being given the exclusive privilege of partaking with him in his evening self-care routine. He turned your bedroom into an oasis of peace and serenity.

As you were dozing off on your shared bed, Niran looked through his bedside table through the assortment of bottles when he finally pulled out a sleep bottle from brown glass and translucent liquid swishing inside.

„Hng? What’re you doing?“ you slurred a little from your position on the bed.

„There’s no need to worry. I am only giving you a massage. You looked so stiff since you came home. Let me take care of you.“

Right. Only massage. You tried to ignore the shiver that ran through you as your robe slipped past your shoulders and settled at your hips. You heard the swish of the essential oil in the bottle, then pop of the lid and then felt coldness pool at your lower back. You gave an instinctive flich.

„Sorry, love. Should’ve warned you it’s a little cold.“ He cooed at you while he rested his warm hands at your back, spreading the liquid over the expanse of your back.

„Ish ok…“ you slurred into the sheets, already feeling yourself melting into his touch. With expert movements, Niran woked out small knots and tints in your back. His thumbs circling your spine, his palms smoothing out along your ribs. All the while you whined and groaned into your pillow. When he firmly ran his hands from your shoulders to your necky ou let out a full blown moan.

„Right there?“

„Hmm-mmm a little lower“ You let out a blissful sigh as Niran’s hands dig into your back, applying pressure to the stiffest parts of your muscles and undoing the stress that had gone into your body. You groan indelight when he digs his fingers in between you shoulder blades.

„That was quite the knot.“ Niran chuckles, drawing back his hands as he pours some more massage oil into his hands.

" Alright, please relax your back a little more,”

You hum in response and try to relax your body a bit more. You let out a sigh as you feel his slippery hands rub at your sore muscles. Whenever he found a stiff spot, he pressed his palms into it firmly until the tension dissolved away. You hear yourself let out hums of contentment as Niran’s slick hands slide down your lower back, thumbs rubbing along your spine.

“Your hips are also quite stiff.”

“Hnn!” Your eyes snap open when his warm hands squeeze your hips, electricity shooting through your body up and down. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been together, intimate touches like these always made you flustered.

Niran chose to ignore that sound and kept on rubbing your hips. You twist your head back to look at him. His own robe slid open, revealing a sliver of his tawny sculpted chest, his plump lips were pursed in concentration, and damn if he didn’t look good enough to eat. Your thoughts on relaxation went straight out of the window.

“Does this feel good?”

“Ah…yes.”Niran hums, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before trailing his hands further down until they’re rested on the plush of your thighs and you shudder, your voice hitching in your throat. He only peers at you once to observe your reaction to his touch, and continues massaging your thighs, kneading them and rolling the muscle under his skilled hands.

You bite back the appreciative keen bubbling out of your throat.He smiles at the sight of you squirming under him. You groan softly some more as his finger slide closer to your crotch, so deliciously close but still too far away for your liking. You buck up your hips, hoping that’ll be enough to communicate your need to him.

Niran leans closer, blowing warm air on the shell of your ear with every word spoken.

“My, my, looks like I’ve finally got you to relax. Why, you’re practically blooming in my hands.”

You let out another choked groan and try to lift off the bed, pressing your bare back to his chest. The only answer is a dark chuckle, as his hands slide higher to the place you need him most.You moan his name desperately.

“Shh, my love. Just lay back and let me take care of you. I promise that by the end of the night, you’ll be thoroughly relaxed.”

[luciosdisk]

Multi x reader!!

contains: Symmetra, Lucio, Juno, Mei

A/N: Sitting on a balcony pondering about what could’ve been making it what it is🥹 I enjoy this support for my works so so so much! Writing has always been something I loved doing, knowing that I can make other people happy with my Interests makes me happy!

Warnings!: Smart!Reader for Satya. Waffle enjoyer for Juno😭😭. (1) corny joke for Mei. Angst for Mei???

Symmetraᰔᩚ

💎In the beginning of the relationship between you two: it was awkard…Very awkward.

💎Satya has shared an apartment before with…someone… *cough* Niran…

💎Symmetra found interest in you due to your knowledge on certain topics; design wise of course. Satya being a recruit architect allows her to have a sense of fashion!

💎More so into the relationship is when you notice little things she does. Satya likes to be prepared for certain things; no matter what it is, She will tell you!

💎Satya always makes sure you know something before it is done.

“I will be heading out; do you need anything?” Satya questions walking towards the door

“No uh…I’m fine thanks for asking.” You responded in sequence.

💎She likes to check if you’ve made different changes to yourself or other things; change of placement of items, hair swooped to the other side, or even a change of how you speak.

💎”I’ve noticed something different about you in recent times…is it possible you began to wear more sparkling colors?” Satya inquires looking at you-not really making eye contact.

“Oh! I guess so.” You stated in surprise for you haven’t noticed until now.

💎Satya is not the one for PDA infact she doesn’t really like being touched. The feeling of touch kind of messes with her senses a tad bit. She very rarely makes a move on you.

Lúcioᰔᩚ

🐸He tried asking you out…he really did: but the words wouldn’t come out his mouth! Lúcio was a stuttering mess, all he could do is hope you understood!

🐸In the beginning of the relationship he’d ask a lot of questions(music related of course) Favorite genre? Favorite artist? Favorite band?

🐸Lúcio was attached to your hip! Literally…like for real. During his free time he loves to take you places especially where he grew up, Brazil, showing you the art he grew up with.

🐸He will sometimes say things in Portuguese and the be like “Ah I’m sorry!” And immediately translate what ever said to English (of course depending on what he said…it varies)

🐸Lúcio loves showing you off and your talents! Even if they aren’t reasonable. D.va probably knows a lot more than she tells you. How can Lúcio keep his mouth shut when he knows he has one of the most greatest people in the world has his significant other???

🐸You and him definitely match outfits to events! Whether it be Christmas or just a pool party you and him are always matching.

🐸He has a pixie mind sometimes where his mind moves faster than his body and other times it’s vice versa. Lúcio understands it might be hard for you to in-just to his way of life. Do not fret! The longer he is with you his mind and body pace together in harmony.

🐸He enjoys PDA! Lúcio loves the fact that he can make other people know your his just by holding his hand! Although if you make the move first he will get all mushy.

Junoᰔᩚ

💫 Juno has never been in a relationship until now, being the first human born on mars after all, she has never had any romantic experiences.

💫Juno is one of the most shyest people ever!

💫Juno loves to be next to you; it helps with her nerves during stressful situations. Juno knowing she is next to someone she loves makes her feel safe.

💫She will mindlessly agree with you on certain things.

“Waffles are better than pancakes!” You exclaimed with a serious attitude.

“Y-yes! Waffles are nice!” Juno speaks almost immediately after your exclaim.

💫PDA has her so embarrassed!! Juno doesn’t mind holding hands with you or hugging you it’s just the simple act that has her mind running in circles!

💫Juno loves when you compliment her on certain things: even if it’s small. The Compliments makes her hearts do jump ropes!<3

💫Juno will cry if you ask her about Martian things. Her knowing you’re interested in her life when she was on mars also makes her happy.

💫Sometimes even if it isn’t a yes or no question She’ll just nod (she wasn’t paying attention to your words, only your beauty.) And then apologize frantically.

Meiᰔᩚ

❄️Oh how she cares so much for you should be studied!

❄️She loves caring for you kind of like a mom in a way: making sure you have food on your plate, you have nice clothes, and your happy.

❄️Snowball enjoys your company as well! Making pleasant beeps when they see you. Snowball sees you as a parent to it…like you and Mei are it’s parents(no matter your gender)

❄️If you like science Mei will love to do experiments with you! Rather A-mei-zing (pun intended)

❄️Mei has a bad habit of apologizing when anything goes wrong…anything. Mei apologizes even if it’s not her fault! If you confront her about she will also apologize.

❄️Once you get it through to her she’ll stop apologizing as much(she stands still and avoids eye contact) During the conversation she will and does cry! Mei is so use to apologizing it feels disrespectful if she doesn’t.

❄️Mei enjoys PDA she finds hand holding to be her favorite. She doesn’t like kissing or making out in public she finds it just plain gross.

❄️”Me and Snowball decided to make dinner for you…you seemed upset today, I’m sorry..” Mei spoke in a soft tone being filled by condescending nods from snowball

“Thank you Mei! Don’t be sorry-it’s not your fault I’m upset.” You replied trying to get your point through. It isn’t her fault

[lalalian]

my drself intro | aethergarde academy

date: december 29, 2024

hehe, I've settled on an appearance and I tweaked my backstory a bit. also I'm scripting mikhael's eyes are dark gray bc it really wouldn't make sense if mine were gray since brown eyes is such a strong (gene wise) trait 😭😭

You absolutely do not need to have the exact same backstory as me; my backstory isn't technically canon.

Note that my backstory does not reflect an ordinary or perfect life, if this kind of scripting is not for you, please move on. I have experienced some of the things in my backstory, and I know what I can and cannot handle. I do not need people telling me what I can or cannot handle, especially since you do not know me OR what I've been through. Again, you do not need to have my backstory; you can start anywhere you'd like.

My goal is not to treat trauma like it is some kind of movie; my goal is to experience a different life than my current life. This is my final warning, if you don't agree with this sentiment, please leave.

appearance

hair: jet black hair, this haircut

eyes: bluish-gray, dark border around iris, slightly larger iris than normal just bc I like the look lmao

iris size:

nails: lmao I honestly shouldn't be scripting this bc I don't start off as a noble, but I'm just gonna script that I was given a few extra nail polish bottles from a manicurist in my town

backstory

tw: envy, kidnapping, unrequited love

(Also I just realized how messy the writing is; I'm sorry but I really don't feel like redoing it all 😭 feel free to ask questions if you're confused about anything/everything; I will provide a short summary of everything below the full ver of my backstory)

Please heed the warnings in the intro paragraphs before the appearance section before reading. I'll copy and paste the warnings here:

Note that my backstory does not reflect an ordinary or perfect life, if this kind of scripting is not for you, please move on. I have experienced some of the things in my backstory, and I know what I can and cannot handle. I do not need people telling me what I can or cannot handle, especially since you do not know me OR what I've been through. Again, you do not need to have my backstory; you can start anywhere you'd like.

My goal is not to treat trauma like it is some kind of movie; my goal is to experience a different life than my current life. This is my final warning, if you don't agree with this sentiment, please leave.

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I live in a small town called Kelvingrove Village. My step-father is a carpenter and my step-mother is a painter. My ‘step’-mother left the home of my birth father when I turned 1, and married my step-father when I was around 3 y/o. My birth father is the one who is a descendent of Kashmir, and he gave me my Kashmir blood. My birth mother is Aelea Sol-Yete Kashmir. Aelea has light gray eyes and Niran has dark blue eyes. My real name is Ariadne (’Are’-ee-yuh-deen) Sol Kashmir, but I was renamed to Aeris Greze somehow by my step-mother because she wanted to hide my identity from my birth father.

I also have an older step sister (older than me by 3 yrs) named Dahlia Greze. My sister is well known in our village; she’s known for being both pretty and sweet. She isn’t rlly sweet tho, she often makes snide remarks to me whenever she can. I didn’t have many friends growing up because Dahlia would start bothering them too if they hung out with me. Dahlia is the favorite child bc she shares the same blood as my stepfather (stepfather’s name is Callum Greze) and step-mother (Her name is Cassia). My step-mother was madly in love with my father, Kyrian Solmir (he changed up his name lol, his real name is Niran Sol Kashmir). Also yes, everyone in the Kashmir bloodline has the same middle name, this is because it’s supposed to mean that everyone in the bloodline represents the sun.

Dahlia Greze receives expensive clothing and was most certainly spoilt by my stepfather and step-mother due to preference. Cassia had Dahlia with Callum Greze, she had a baby with him on accident through a hook-up, but decided to raise Dahlia, and made an excuse to leave a few months into her pregnancy due to pregnancy symptoms getting more taxing. Cassia had worked in Niran's mansion 6~ yrs prior to my birth. After giving birth to Dahlia, she eventually married my step-father a year later, and had started raising both Dahlia and I together in Niran’s mansion with his permission. Aelea, my birth mother, was a bit displeased with this arrangement. Dahlia, even as a child, did not like me and resented me out of jealousy. As a kid I often received expensive toys to play with, and was often tended to by many servants, especially when Cassia was unable to help me. Though it wasn't like Dahlia was completely neglected by the other servants, more attention was given to the noble child (me).

Sometimes, she’d pull at my hair and throw stuff at me. A few weeks after I turned 1, Cassia went to my stepfather’s house to ‘sell paintings’ but it actually was an excuse to see him. Cassia didn’t want to make it seem like her relationship with my step-father was a good one (to be honest, it really wasn’t anyway) to make sure Niran felt bad for her, kept giving her money, and eventually leave his wife to have a forbidden relationship with her. My step-father was dismissive of my step-mother and was often busy with work.

My father was getting worried, it was almost nighttime, and Cassia still was out in the city 'selling paintings'. While my other nannies were taking care of me, my father went out to find her himself as he was already out buying potions and machinery. He saw my step-mom speaking to Callum Greze through a window in the Greze house. Niran was relieved that she wasn't out in the streets at night, but before he left the scene, he heard Cassia scoff and complain that if she was married to Niran, she wouldn't be in the position she is now. She kept comparing Niran and Callum, basically saying how much better Niran is than Callum. Callum got (rightfully) angry at her, and yelled at her to leave.

Niran heard this and was completely stunned— he didn’t want someone who loved him to work for him when he was not only married, but taking care of his child. He told her that she had until the end of the week to pack her things and leave though a swift letter the next day. My step-mother was angry with the dismissal, and demanded Niran to tell her why he dismissed her from her position, and he confessed he heard what she said the night before. Cassia implored Niran to listen to her, but he simply left the room, not desiring an argument. Later, my step-mother told Callum that she wanted to leave the village after she talks with Niran; she she tells him to get all their stuff ready to leave so they can leave as soon as she comes back.

The day she left, she tried to seduce Niran, it didn’t work, and he angrily told her that he is not only married, but never loved her. Cassia tried to convince him that he did in fact love her, but everything she told him was stuff like ‘you glanced at me with love in your eyes’ ‘you smiled at me when…’. All stuff that was really small and just polite gestures. The next day, she packed all her things… and me. My actual father actually really cared about me, and he doted on me often. She knew that he really cared about me, so she took me to spite him and to try and take away a part of his happiness. She wanted to get rid of my mother, but she had too strong of a social background to do that, and she was already introduced to society. Cassia knew it'd be best if she took someone nobody really knows yet.

She brought me into the wagons with Callum and Dahlia and left before Niran could find out. Callum was confused and didn’t want my step-mother to take me with them, but she insisted, and lied saying that the child had nowhere else to go. While Cassia didn’t completely hate me, she didn’t really like me all that much because she could see my birth mother in me, and hated that I was essentially a product of Niran and Aelea’s love. She didn’t want to get rid of me along the way bc I was the only piece of Niran left for her.

As she raised me, she reveled in that fact that I was now ‘on her level’, she loved that I no longer was able to wear noble clothing, could play with expensive dolls and toys, or was tended to by servants every second. This made her preference for Dahlia grow, and Dahlia too relished the attention from her mom. Fast forward until I’m 12, (Dahlia’s 15). It’s May, which is dragon rider season. People from different rider schools came to Kelvingrove Village to recruit dragon riders in Kelvingrove, and everyone who was 15 years of age was gathered into lines to be tested.

Everyone thought Dahlia would be a rider because many thought she was smart (she was actually cheating, I was doing her work on top of my own work), athletic, and she even had pointy canine teeth. If your family has a dragon rider in it, a few days after the event in your village, a letter would arrive stamped with the royal seal. The letter would address the family and say so-and-so is a dragon rider, and a carriage would transport them to the second testing location in the beginning of June. Unfortunately, Dahlia wasn’t selected. Her two other close friends got selected to be riders though. Fast forward until I’m 15, (Dahlia’s 18) and it’s May again!

…guess who gets selected as dragon rider?

Me.

summary:

I was born in Niran Sol Kashmir (disguised as Kyrian Solmir) and Aelea Yete-Sol Kashmir's mansion, and my head nanny was Cassia. Cassia secretly loved Niran and thought he loved her too through simple and polite gestures. Cassia hooked up with Callum Greze awhile ago and had Dahlia (who is around 3 y/o at this point), then got permission to raise her in the mansion with me.

Dahlia became more and more jealous of me due to me receiving more attention from servants and expensive toys from my parents (Niran and Aelea) which led to her picking on me. This made Dahlia resent me.

One night, Cassia left the mansion with the excuse that she was selling some old paintings she had, but in reality, she was seeing Callum. She lied about this because she didn't want Niran to think she had a good relationship with Callum so that she can receive more money, have Niran feel bad for her, and eventually leave his wife to have a forbidden relationship with her.

Cassia was out way later than she had reported, so Niran, who was already out running errands at that point, went to find her himself. He heard a couple arguing loudly, looked at a window, and realized that it was Cassia. She compared Callum and Niran, saying how much better Niran is, and confessed that she loved him more than she ever loved Callum. Callum got rightfully upset and sternly told her to leave.

The next day, Cassia received a letter saying that she is dismissed from her job as my head nanny, and will need to leave by the end of the week. Cassia implored Niran to change his mind and tried to seduce him. Neither worked, and Niran angrily kicked her out. Out of spite, Cassia took me with her, and moved far away from Niran. She took me instead of doing anything to Aelea because Aelea already had a strong social standing + everyone already knew her, nobody really knows me or what I look like.

Cassia changed my name without alerting Niran somehow from Ariadne Sol Kashmir to Aeris Greze to help ensure that Niran never finds me.

When dragon rider recruitment season comes around, Dahlia gets tested, and turns out not to be a rider even though many thought she'd be. When it's my turn 3 yrs later, I turn out to be a rider.

lmao the summary isn't as short as I thought I could make it, there's so many details I needed to include tho, sorry 😭😭

[ya-zz]

Yazz, I beg of you, NSFW lifeweaver. I need to be utterly destroyed and left helpless by this man.

My life has been so shitty recently, I need some comfort, and I love your writing!

!! NSFW under the cut !!

His hand trailed down your side, your skin prickling with every second his fingers ghosted over. Niran lets out a content hum, satisfied with how submissive you become under his touch.

He nibbles at your neck, a smirk and a kiss pressed against the pulse point. Just the way you writhe and whimper as his hands move towards your thighs, pushing them open whilst he presses his lips down your collar, your chest and stomach, it brings him joy.

Niran won't admit, at least not aloud, how much he enjoys taking his time with you. He enjoys how pliant you become, how easy you comply which his words.

"Just like that..." He coos, tongue trailing up your thigh, enveloping your sex with his mouth. If only you could pull him closer, but with your hands bound above your head, Niran made sure that he was having his way with you.

He would keep teasing you, pushing you closer to the edge and then ripping it away. Relishing in your moans, Niran couldn't help himself, biting down on your thigh, teeth sinking into your plump flesh and then your whine that follows makes his own body shiver.

The medic knew which buttons to push, which areas to mark and bite. He knows what makes you whimper, what makes you call for him, what makes your legs shake as you cum over and over.

He knows exactly what to do.

[chosos-husband]

Would an angsty jealous fem reader x lifeweaver fic be doable? Where shes jealous bc lifeweaver likes to flirt around with the others and it ends in her wanting to quit working with overwatch bc she gets hurt watching him with others? Happy ending please! One where they get together hwheh thank you!

Ugh Lifeweaver my BELOVED. Literally love this man so much. Thank you so much for requesting qwq!! Also sry this took forever! I am in college, and it has been screwing me over lately lmfao. Hope you enjoy it :3

I also forgot that I will be writing the reader with neutral identity unless otherwise stated. Thanks!

Niran, in general, was a flirtatious person. He always made cute comments towards the people that he was closer to. Even to those he had just met, he would give the sweetest remarks about something he saw in them.

He had a talent of seeing the best in those around him. Everything living had beauty and value to him. Niran had a calling to protect this inherit beauty.

Of course, this did not end with you. Every message from him was signed off with something just to make you smile. It was impossible to not love him, even if it was just a little. It was hard to not love someone who made you blush every day.

As time passed on, you did learn to love him, a lot actually. You made excuses to visit his office and made reasons for you two to work together, even if there was no logical explanation for that decision.

You learned to admire Niran in the same way he did you. You appreciated him as a being. Physically, he was stunning. Anyone could agree with that. However, you feel in love with him entirely, a large component of that being in his words and actions.

It was easy to feel special with him. It was as natural as breathing to love him.

It's why it burned so much to see him talk that same way to others. For awhile, it was just you. He would only really speak to you in this way. But, quite suddenly, he started talking like that to others.

You analyzed what those peers had that you didn't. You didn't know what Niran's type was, as it kinda seemed like everyone was.

He would compliment their outfits and style. You couldn't help but wonder if that's what he would have preferred out of you. It was simplistic to fall into the trap of what he would have preferred. What would make him adore you as much as you did him.

As more time passed, you grew angry with him. It was cruel. That he would give the impression that you were special to him. Just for him to run around and talk to other people the same way. It just wasn’t fair for him to do this to you.

You couldn’t look at him without him being angry. You couldn’t stand for him to compliment you anymore. You knew how he would be talking that way with just anyone else. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't special to him.

You started just ignoring what he said to you. You would roll your eyes or not respond. Niran tried asking if he was doing something to upset you. But you never answered him, you would simply walk away.

It got to the point where you just didn't want to see his face anymore. Even if he only spoke to you again, it didn't matter. You didn't want to see him anymore. As, all it did was hurt.

You grew with frustration when Overwatch didn't accept your request to transfer departments. They stated that your work with Niran was important and that you two already agreed to work on that assignment together.

Niran looked by as you were putting things into a box. Everyone else had already left the building. You didn't want to make leaving a big scene. You didn't want anyone to question you or try to talk you out of it. It didn't even come to mind how Niran tended to stay later than everyone else did.

"y/n, what are you doing?" He frowned. He knew that you were angry with him. However, Niran still loved you and he didn't want to see you leave.

"Why do you care?" You snapped back. You continued to pack things into boxes.

"I care about you. We've worked together for a long time now. Why do you think I wouldn't?" Niran stepped close to you, which just made you more irritated.

"Don't even try to pull that with me anymore. If you care about me, you wouldn't talk to me like that. You wouldn't flirt with me and then act like I'm nothing the second I step away and there is someone else to talk to. I'm not special to you." You rambled. If you were thinking rationally, you would have seen the hurt in his eyes. That, he hated the idea that he was hurting you this much and didn't even know it.

"That's just the way I speak, it isn't personal, y/n." Niran tried to explain, but you weren't really listening.

"It doesn't matter. I'm leaving Overwatch anyway. You can tell them that when I don't come in tomorrow."

"You can't leave! Our work is together. I work with you and that's the only way it will continue to grow. I can't continue this project alone. "

"Why should I care now?"

"Why are you angry?" Niran was starting to get frustrated with you. Though, he was very good about keeping his anger in check. He just didn't understand how he was supposed to know you were upset without you talking to him.

"Because I loved you and it felt like you loved me back. But I don't mean shit to you. Do I, Niran? Aren't I just some other person in this lab to you?

Niran's eye widened a little bit. The confession was sudden, but provoked. His normal confident, charming demeanor fluttered. He was blushing.

Your confusion grew as you could see him looking for any implication of sarcasm.

"Are you serious?" Niran smiled a little bit. His tone was soft and no longer defensive.

"Why lie now? I'm leaving anyway." You shrugged. There was a level of embarrassment to it. That you are confessing to someone just before running away.

"I do love you. I have for quite a long time really."

Your entire expression softened. Now, you were trying to figure out if he was being sarcastic.

"You don't act like it. I don't really believe you, Niran."

"I have. I wasn't sure how to talk to you. I tried. But I wasn't sure you were interested at all. I only started talking to others to get over it. But I can't say that I ever did. I never stopped thinking about you in that way. I just didn't want to say it and ruin our friendship." He paused. "But I guess I did that anyway, didn't I?"

You stood there, looking into the box that you had on your chair. Maybe this was all just a silly misunderstanding. Perhaps you were just being jealous and refusing to talk to him about it.

"Are you willing to give me another chance?" Niran asked, making you look up. You hesitated for answer for a moment.

"I think I will."

~~

A few months later, you two are cuddling in his room. He definitely appreciated showing his affection through actions. You were laying on top of him, your head resting against his chest. Initially, you were counting his heartbeats, but he kept talking to you and making you forget which number you were on.

"Thank you for giving me another chance y/n." Niran put his fingers through your hair.

"I wouldn't if you weren't so pretty." You were just teasing and it made him smile.

"Then, I'm glad that I am. I don't want to imagine a life where I'm not with you." Those stupid words again. You could feel your face getting a little hot.

"Hush now, I'm going to bed."

Niran was awake a little longer than you. He couldn't stop thinking about this. He was scared that he almost lost you. That him not being able to say it made your relationship almost never happen.

But, he had you now and you had his complete, unforgiving attention.

[uh-niran-really]

hiii im vaswaniimagines the ask box just wont let me change my account from my main :( PLEASE WRITE THAT PREGNANCY FIC OF SATYA AND NIRAN OR ILL KMSSS THOSE HCS WERE SO CUTE SATYA WOULD BE SO CUTE PREGNANT

Lifeweaver x Symmetra - Pregnancy

Content: Niran and Satya’s journey through pregnancy. Tagged 18+ due to some themes and slight NSFWy content! Minors DNI.

Word Count: 10,600+

A/N: Omg, I loved writing this! It was such a lovely topic to think about and I had so much fun with it! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting @vaswaniimagines but I do hope it’s worth the wait! I’m going to do some more one shots of them, because I had so many ideas that I just couldn’t fit in because the fic would be twice the length! I really hope with all my heart that you enjoy it!! 🫰🏻❤️

“Bua?”

“Yes dearest?”

“I’m pregnant.”

His heart thumped. She was so casual with this announcement, but Niran picked up on the subtle shift in her eyes as she told him. She was nervous, terrified even. She couldn’t look at him, and good thing too, because Niran was ecstatic, hardly able to contain the smile that spread wide on his cheeks. He swallowed down his excitement, favouring to comfort his wife instead.

“Oh? How do you feel about that Satya?”

“I’m not sure. I know I’m happy because we’ve spoke about kids before… I just never expected them so soon. Are you happy?”

“Oh Satya.” His arms wrapped around her in a warm hug. “I’m so in love with you! I couldn’t be happier if I tried dearest! We’re really going to have a baby!?”

She forced herself to glance into his warm eyes, which now sparkled with tears. She panicked a little trying to wipe them away and comfort him, but his lips met hers before she could overthink anymore. His left hand moved to her stomach, lingering there until they broke their kiss.

“Hello little one.” He mused, putting a small smile on her face.

“I think I’m excited. I feel.. overwhelmed but in a good way.”

“Then you’re right, that is excitement. We’re going to be parents.. wow.. that’s amazing Satya. You’re going to make the best mother.”

His mind wondered to a year in the future, their baby, happy and healthy. Satya holding him or her and rocking them gently to sleep as he watched on in awe of how perfect his little family was. He started to picture Satya with a baby bump, hair thrown up in a messy bun, cute pregnancy clothes. His cheeks flushed at the thought of her carrying their child. He didn’t think she could be more beautiful and yet-

“Bua? Did you hear me?”

“What?! Hmm?”

“I said, I’m looking forward to doing this with you. I know you’ll make a great father.”

“Satya.. There’s no one else I’d want to experience this with. You’ll make a great mother.”

——🪷——

She was out of bed and running to the bathroom again, heaving and retching the contents of her stomach. Niran followed her, heart aching for his wife. She had been hit quite badly by morning sickness, having it almost every morning. His hand rubbed her back softly, whispering his apologies and wishing he could do more for her. She tried to reply to him, but was too occupied with the waves of nausea.

“I’m so sorry dearest.. I know it’s awful, but at least we have something to look forward to today. Try to remain positive.”

“Easy for you to say Niran, you aren-“

Another bout of sickness hit her like a tonne of bricks, and she was leaning over the toilet bowl again. Niran frowned and held her hair back, being careful not to hold it too hard. She hated her hair feeling out of place or not neat in anyway, but she would hate it even more if it got dirty.

“We can ask the midwife for some anti sickness later. I wish you would let me heal you with Biolight.. it’s perfectly safe you know.”

“For fully grown adults yes. We have no idea what it would do to our baby Niran. What if your creation tries to get rid of the problem too literally.”

She worried too much, but that’s what happens when she studies for pregnancy. She was sure to read every pregnancy book she could get her hands on, wanting to learn everything she could. She knew more than most, and often tried to lecture Niran about it too, but he preferred to take things how they came. A typical Niran and Satya dynamic.

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant.” His finger booped her nose, an attempt at being playful.

“Niran..”

“Okay Okay! No Biolight. Will you allow me to get you something to drink at least?”

She nodded, wiping at her mouth and slowly rising to her feet. Her husband certainly was attentive. She hardly had to lift a finger anymore. Niran fret over her way too much, it was borderline annoying. He flashed a charming smile at her before excusing himself to get her a glass of water. He considered pulling the tiniest bit of Biolight in the drink, but he could never do that to her. He respected her wishes, always, and hated the thought of essentially drugging her, even if it were for her own good.

“Here beautiful.”

He handed her the glass of lukewarm water. She wasn’t a fan of ice cold water, it was often far too cold for her and it triggered her sensory issues, especially now.

“Thank you Bua.”

The water certainly helped settle her stomach, but she still wasn’t feeling great. Part of her wanted to give up on this journey, it was scary, but one look at him and suddenly it was all worth it. He’d been giddy with excitement since she told him the good news. In fact, he hasn’t shut up about it! It’s all he ever seemed to talk about. It was rather cute. His nimble fingers found her waist, pulling her gently closer to him, lips almost touching.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now.”

“Bua.. my hair is a mess, I’ve just been sick, my clothes are wrinkled. What exactly about me is beautiful?”

“I love you regardless dearest. You’ve always been so beautiful, but I love seeing you look so.. normal, I suppose is the word I’m looking for. What I’m trying to say Satya, is that I think pregnancy suits you, you’re gorgeous.”

She frowned which caused Niran to panic. His heart raced a million miles an hour and he started to profusely apologise if he had offended her. Satya swiftly turned around hugged the toilet bowl again, another round of sickness plaguing her.

“Oh.. It’s going to be okay love.. Here, let me hold your hair again? I’m scooping it back now okay, it’s just me, don’t worry.”

——🪷——

Satya hated being touched. She liked her personal space, and just about tolerated when Niran was in it. She understood the need for a scan, and its importance, however she wasn’t prepared for so many strangers to be touching her. Niran held her hand the entire time, reassuring her that everything was alright and that the nurses just needed to check a few things. She had her stomach measured and felt, and whilst that was a small issue, when it came time for the scan, she freaked at the look of the gel.

“Niran.. I don’t like that.”

“It’s going to feel weird but you want to see our little seedling yes?”

Seedling, his adopted name for their unborn child. He called them that due to the rapid rate of which a baby grows, much like a flower. Everything was always so flowery to him, it was rare he didn’t have an analogy for plants in his repertoire. She did want to see their ‘seedling’, but the gel didn’t look appealing in the slightest.

“Here Satya, what if I put some on my stomach too.”

“Why?”

“To show you that it isn’t all that bad.”

The nurse was all too happy to humour him, placing the smallest bit of gel on his abs. Satya watched as her over dramatic husband hissed at the cold feeling. If this was suppose to make her feel better, he had failed. Niran pouted a little, but grasped her hand and placed it over the gel.

“Here, feel. It’s not that bad Satya, really. Just cold.”

She groaned. The gel felt awful against her finger tips. It was cold, too slippery, had a weird consistency. She made a face akin to disgust, which made her lover laugh out loud. Her eyes snapped to his, an eyebrow raised, as she questioned how he could giggle so easily like a school child.

“Sorry, you’re just so cute. I know it’s scary my love, but think of seedling!”

“Fine…”

She winkled her nose as the gel was placed on her stomach, and rubbed around the desired area. She voiced her discomfort and Niran promised that it would be over soon. He was positively buzzing with energy however, it was hard for Satya not to notice. The probe was placed on her stomach and she groaned again, hating the feeling. She looked to Niran who smiled at her, giving her some level of comfort.

“Oh. That’s interesting.”

Both snapped their eyes to the nurse, hearts racing. Niran’s hand found Satya’s, squeezing gently. For Satya, this moment felt almost overwhelming. Milliseconds passed, and yet they felt like lifetimes. Was something wrong? Was their baby okay? Did she do something wrong? Niran broke the silence with a question.

“Is everything okay?”

The nurse turned the screen towards them, and they saw their little bundle on screen for the first time. Niran teared up at the sight, whilst his wife stared in awe at the screen, and then down at her own stomach. She still felt uneasy, looking to Niran for help.

“Everything looks perfectly normal, I just need to confirm something with the doctor. Nothing to worry about.”

Satya whined again at the thought of the gel staying in longer than she previously thought. Things were starting to get too much for her again. She wanted to go home. Niran sensed her discomfort in everything and squeezed her hand.

“I’m here.”

It wasn’t unlike Niran to pick up on her slight shifts in mood. He learnt to read her a long time ago, something she never did understand. She had asked him about it countless times, yet he never could give her an explanation that satisfied her. She tried to focus on him in this moment, it often helped her remain calm. He was always her anchor, her pull back to reality. His soft reassuring smile could break any holds of stress her mind placed on her. The nurse came back in, with a smile plastered on her face, intriguing Niran.

“I’ve just spoken to the doctor and showed him an image of your baby.. well.. babies. You’re having twins!! Congratulation!”

Satya tensed up and began hyperventilating. Things felt too different. One baby was enough, but she was having two. It was too soon! No, she didn’t want two! Niran spoke to her, trying his best to pull her out of her panic, but she could hardly hear him. He sounded so far away. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak. She never planned for two. She didn’t know if she could handle two. One was almost too much, let alone two!!

“Focus on me beautiful.”

Her eyes met his, a sympathetic look on his face. He looked worried too, but he was worried for her. He spoke softly, words seeking to dispel her terror. She could hardly hear what he was talking about, until he tapped the screen, grabbing her attention.

“You see them right? I know you’re scared. Truthfully I am too. We’ve faced harder challenges together, this we can do. We have time to prepare for this. Nothing has changed.”

Everything had changed. She felt sick. She had so many worries about how she would birth one baby, and now she was having to birth two. She tuned him out again, mind spinning, but he didn’t give up. As gently as he could and mindful to give her space, he sat on the hospital bed, taking both her hands in his. Niran was sure to narrate everything he did, making sure not to startle her. Before long she gave him her attention again.

“My love, you can do this. We talked about having a big family, now you only need to do this once. We can stop at two.”

He felt as though his words were scaring her more, but he had to try. He hated seeing her this way. In his head, having twins meant that she need only experience pregnancy once. They always wanted at least two children. She often envied his large family, growing up an only child herself, though she hardly remembered her family. His words made some sense to her, the more she thought about it, the more she realised he was right. Whilst scary, she would only need to do this once. She grunted softly, hands squeezing his.

“That’s my girl.”

He was relieved to see her mind start to settle. He always did try to remain calm and patient with her. It wasn’t her fault she became like this, so patience was the least he could offer. He had always been there for her when they were kids.

They both recall the first time she shutdown. They were in class and she got overwhelmed, sitting in the floor, covering her ears with her hands. She remembers a crowd forming around her, poking and touching her without permission. She remembers the terror she felt in that moment. It was too much to handle. It made things so much worse.

“Out of the way! Give her some space!”

She recognised his cream hair first, her eyes watching him as he knelt down in front of her. She squealed and he backed away a little, apologising for getting too close. Niran remembered how terrified Satya looked, and how he hated people scaring her more.

“Vaswani, it’s me. Your roommate. You remember me right? You’re safe. You’re with me.”

Since that day she trusted him completely. She always felt different at Vishkar but Niran never treated her any differently. He always showed her respect and care. Swiftly, she flung her arms around her husband, holding him close to her.

“I love you..”

“I love you too, and our little seedlings.”

——🪷——

The smell of Tom Yum soup wafted through the air, and had Satya salivating. She had such a craving for Niran’s home country cuisines. She craved it so much and so often she sobbed for it.

It was 3am when Satya shook her husband awake, crying over a craving she was having, begging him to make it for her. Whilst he was happy to get up and make it, she whined softly for him to hurry up, she was so hungry so could cry all night.

“Patience love, it’s nearly ready.”

Niran grabbed a spoon and allowed her a taste, to settle her craving somewhat. She was all too happy to slurp it down, complaining that it wasn’t enough and that she needed more. The Thai man grinned and turned up the heat, cooking it just a tad bit faster. He led his pretty pregnant wife over to the sofa, which he bundled with blankets to keep her cozy and warm.

“Niran..”

“I’ll grab you a bowl now gorgeous.”

True to his word he ladled a hearty amount of soup in a large bowl, and grabbed her a clean spoon. He was mindful to adjust the dish slightly to account for the spice, not wanting Satya to suffer from the heat she could usually handle. Pregnancy was hard enough, without having to deal with the effects of too much spice on top.

“Here you are my dear, I hope it’s to your liking.”

“Can you get the peanut butter from the fridge?”

“Of course.”

He head back over to the kitchen, grabbing the jar of peanut butter and a fresh spoon. She had been craving it recently by the spoonful. They ran out the other day and she sobbed for an hour straight until Niran returned with a fresh jar. He didn’t understand cravings but he always did his best to accommodate them, wanting her to be happy.

“Here you are, are you craving it again- What are you doing?”

He watched in horror as his wife practically hollowed out the peanut butter into his soup, mixing as best she could before taking a sip and smiling in delight. She was kicking her feet in pure joy, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

“Better!”

“Satya- If you wanted peanuts.. I could have just made you Pad Thai..”

“I’m not craving Pad Thai. I wanted Tom Yum and peanut butter Bua.”

Niran looked as if he could cry, but he shook his head remembering that she had no control over her cravings. She was adorable regardless. He served himself a bowl, returning to sit next to her, snuggling up close together and turning on the TV.

“Is your peanut flavoured Tom Yum nice?” He teased.

“Yes! Would you like to try some?!”

Her eyes sparkled, she looked so eager to have him try a spoonful, he could hardly say no. He nodded and learned forward, mouth open for her to feed him a spoonful. To his surprise it wasn’t half bad. He wouldn’t eat it out of choice, but he understood why she liked it.

“That’s not bad actually!”

“Would you like some in your soup?” She asked, holding up the peanut butter.

“No thank you love, you’ll run out if you keep offering it to me.”

They sat eating their soup together, watching whatever was on at 3:30am. Satya finished her bowl pretty quickly so Niran got up to serve her another. He loved to make his wife happy. It brought him so much joy to see her smile, especially when she had bad days in between. Pregnancy was hitting her hard, she had to go through a lot of different changes, and so quickly too.

She had started to grow bigger, forming a distinctive bump already. They knew she would be quite a bit bigger, due to the fact she was carrying twins, but it didn’t make it any less easier. She was so beautiful and radiant that Niran could hardly contain his love for her, wanting to find little ways to make her smile or even brighten her day.

He watched as his adorable little soup monster slurped down the second bowl of soup, moaning in delight as the flavours hit her tongue. She was certainly more relaxed in this state. Non pregnant Satya would never slurp her food, or cry over the smallest changes. He found her more human this way, but also did miss the old her. Regardless of her mood, or her mindset, he was still so deeply in love with her. Nothing would change that.

——🪷——

“Nughh.. Satya..”

Niran couldn’t stand it. She just looked so beautiful this way. Satya hated her appearance currently. She wasn’t one to usually care too much what others thought of how she looked, however it was starting to get to her. She hated that she couldn’t wear her usual clothes, she hated that her hair always felt different, she hated how heavy her breasts started to feel and how large her stomach had gotten. Niran only saw a goddess. She was beautiful in his eyes. A perfect being.

“You’re so beautiful..”

“Nothing fits me Niran.. I hate my hair.. my breasts hurt… I don’t feel comfortable! I hate it.”

“Oh love.. I’m sorry you don’t feel good.. can I help?”

He could. Recently she had been missing him in a way she never really considered she would. Satya had weighed up all the possibilities, listed all the things that would change, she planned for everything. But not this. She craved him. Was this another pregnancy craving? She wasn’t sure, but when she looked at Niran, her cheeks flushed.

“Can we have sex?”

“Sure but, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just miss being close to you like that.”

Niran smiled and pulled his wife in for a kiss. He loved the idea, truly. He missed the intimate nights they spent together. Hot and heavy nights fuelled by passion and burning desire. He missed the sight of her under him, flushed and all for him.

He did have a few concerns however, one being him hurting her and the other being her mental state. It was out of the blue for her to just ask him like that. She was never one to outright ask, favouring small gestures to indicate what she wanted.

“I miss that too, I’m just a little worried I’ll hurt you gorgeous.”

“You won’t.”

“What’s brought this on? Has something happened?”

Her sweet husband was always a worrier. He cared so deeply about her opinion and her well-being that he often worried over the smallest shift in her mood. He would love nothing more than to ravish with her right now, she looked so perfect he could hardly contain himself.

“I just feel like doing it. Is that a problem?”

“Goodness no. I can be gentle, just, you’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He smiled softly, moving forward and holding out his hand. When she took it, he gently pulled her closer, lips landing on hers. He missed her too. He had gotten use to her lower sex drive over the years, but this was new, it was exciting. Although pregnant, it was still effortless to carry her, he just made sure to be a little more careful with her.

“I love you Satya.”

“Don’t get sentimental on me Bua. I don’t need that.”

“I can’t tell my gorgeous pregnant wife that I love her?”

Without realising he had began to tear up. This woman meant everything to him. Satya became concerned and reached up to dry his tears, worrying she had upset him. It was only then he realised he was crying. Slowly he placed her on the bed, sitting beside her and staring lovingly at her bump.

“Do you want to just cuddle for a while Bua?”

“Is that okay? I’m sorry.. I don’t know what came over me.. I’m all over the place. I want to have sex.. I just need some time to process my emotions.. clearly..”

“You act as if you’re the one that’s pregnant.”

“Goodness, aren’t we lucky I’m not. I’d be more high maintenance than I already am.”

He chuckled softly, trying to lift the mood, yet tears fell freely. He couldn’t pinpoint the emotion. He wasn’t sad, he wasn’t too overjoyed, he wasn’t feeling much of anything, and yet when he looked at Satya he felt compelled to cry. He’d never loved her more. He hated seeing her in pain, tired, frustrated. He wished he could do more for her. Maybe that’s why he felt this way. He felt guilty. He had been the one to do this to her, he had gotten her in this situation, and he couldn’t do a thing to help. He couldn’t even give her what she wanted what now.

“Niran, I love you.”

“And I you. I just worry I’m not giving you enough. I wish to do more.”

“You can rub cream on my stomach, maybe give my breasts a massage? I’m feeling a little sore.”

Whilst she was a little disappointed at the lack of friction that she so desperately craved, she understood his feelings. It was nice seeing Niran so vulnerable. He did everything she ever asked, without question. He was the perfect husband, and deserved to be cut some slack. His eyes lit up like a puppy dogs when he touched her stomach. He longed for the day their babies would kick.

Satya handed him a tub of cream, a moisturiser that was said to help keep her skin healthy and reduce stretch marks, though she wasn’t so bothered by the idea of them. She liked the way it made her skin feel. A form of self care that made her feel normal.

“Not too much okay?”

“Is this enough?” Niran asked, scooping up a decent amount with his fingers.

Satya nodded, then laid back against the pillows and let Niran work the cream into her skin, sighing softly at the contact. His touch was just what she needed. It calmed her and soothed her worries. Whilst gentle, he was also meticulous at making sure every inch of her stomach was covered. He loved to do this for her, one of his love languages being acts of service. Nothing was too much for her, ever.

“Thank you Bua. Feels so much better.”

He smiled, loving the praise she so willingly gave him. He finished up, rubbing the last of the cream into her skin before turning attention to her breasts.

“Are they still sore?”

“Very..”

“Perhaps they are swollen.. do you think you’ve started the process to feed the twins?”

“I would assume so.. they hurt so badly.”

“Allow me to help.”

He flicked his wrist, Biolight sparking to life. If he could just heal her a little then perhaps she wouldn’t be in so much pain.

“Niran no, we’ve spoken about this.. We don’t know its effects on the babies.”

“Satya.. I just wish to help..”

“I know Bua, and I love you for it. I just worry that your Biolight will harm them in its attempts to help me.”

He frowned but understood her concerns. It was a valid point, one he would need to test. He loved her, and only ever wanted the best, so respected her in every way he could.

“Okay my love..”

“Could you rub them a little? I think that would help.”

“That I can do, honey.”

She sat forward, allowing him to slip in behind her, resting her back against his chest. She could hardly wear her bra right now, it felt too tight against her chest, often making the feeling worse. She needed to go shopping for new clothes too, as borrowing Niran’s wouldn’t work forever. He was all too happy to dress her up in his clothes though, she looked rather cute swamped in his sweater, though now she had the bump, it left little to the imagination.

Carefully, he lifted the jumper up over her chest, being mindful not to knock her breasts. She winced as his hands moved to touch them, though he tried his best not to hurt her.

“Have you tried to see if you can pump colostrum? Maybe that will help.”

“They haven’t been leaking it. I don’t think I’m ready, but maybe it’s worth a try.”

He began to massage her breasts as carefully as he could, taking in the increased size. They had grown at least two cup sizes, and looked very sore and engorged. His thumb accidentally flicked over her nipple and she moaned softly, making his heart thump. The noise so soft and innocent it had his breath hitching in response.

“S-sorry..”

“It’s okay, I’m just sensitive.”

He was careful not to do that again, at least for a while. The sound she made sent his blood flowing south. Such a soft whimper, and yet it did such dangerous things to his heart. He tried to get the thought out of his head, but the sound replayed again and again in his head. His hands were gentle, but his resolve was wavering. He would love nothing more than to make her whimper for him. He was certain she could feel just how turned on he was by her, a part of him felt a little ashamed by it all, but who could blame him for feeling this way about her. He flicked his thumb over her nipple again and she moaned a little louder, rubbing her ass against him in response, nuzzling her head back into his neck.

“My love.. I- I think.. Can we?”

“The offer still stands Niran, just be gentle.”

——🪷——

“Niran!!”

Niran popped his head around the living room door, eyes wide, a little worried about her. His eyes softened when he saw she was perfectly fine and in no danger. She said nothing else, but took his hand and led him over to the sofa, sitting down and tugging him down to sit with her.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright? You scared me-“

She placed his hand over her stomach and he fell silent, eyes welling up with tears, his cybernetic hand moving to cover his mouth. The babies were kicking. Niran was silent, hand resting so lovingly over her tummy, feeling the tiny kicking sensations. Satya watched in awe of her husband, loving this sweet movement that they got to share.

“Our babies.. Oh Satya!!!”

His head moved to gently rest atop her stomach, wanting to be closer to his children. Her hand moved to play with his hair and he purred in response. He felt a kick once more and he kissed the spot it came from so lovingly.

“Daddy loves you two, so much!”

“I read somewhere that you should talk to them at the later stages of pregnancy.”

“That would make sense, I’m sure they can recognise our voices on some level.”

Niran sat up, but not before placing another kiss on her stomach. Satya opted to cuddle her lover, resting her head on his shoulder. Things were stressful but made simpler with him in the picture. She never imagined a life with kids, and certainly not a husband. She always assumed she’d be married to her job, slaving away over paperwork and countless Vishkar screw ups.

“You’re thinking of Vishkar again?”

“How could you tell?”

“I know how to read you Satya. You stim in a certain way when the company is on your mind. You’re safe now, I’m here.”

She hadn’t realised she had begun to stim. She supposed that was a good thing, given all that had happened. Vishkar taught her to be ashamed of her stimming. That it was unprofessional, rude and not becoming of a Vishkar architect. Niran however loved when she stimmed. He always said it humanised her, made her less robotic, like the company wanted. She was grateful for him, he never judged her in all their years of knowing one another. He truly loved her. The fact she could subconsciously stim around him was undeniable proof of just how much she loved him too. Her Bua. Her light. Her husband.

“Satya.. you’re crying.. oh my sweet girl..” His arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her onto his lap for a closer snuggle.

“I’m just so happy I fell in love with you..”

“It means the world to me to hear you say that my love. I love you more than life itself.”

——🪷——

Satya was woken up to the sound of her husband groaning from living room. He sounded frustrated with something, so she got up to check, waddling as fast as her heavily pregnant body would allow her.

“Bua?”

“Oh.. Did I wake you? Forgive me..” He placed an apologetic kiss to her forehead and helped her sit down on the sofa.

“What’s wrong?”

Niran sighed, handing her his phone. On it was a text chain between him and his mother. Satya didn’t need to ask further questions as to why he was frustrated, she could already see why.

“She wants to visit today..”

“I see.”

Niran wasn’t on the best terms with his parents. It was clear they loved him, but after what happened between him and Vishkar, he wasn’t so sure anymore. They cut him off completely when he left, refusing him access to his wealth, connections or general safety. He spent sleepless nights scared and alone, in need of his parent’s love and support. He experienced things no one should have to experience, and a lot of those things could have been avoided if they acted differently.

He hazarded a guess that they thought it would force his hand, making him return his tech to Vishkar and come home. It didn’t. It created a rift, one that never did quite heal, even now. He didn’t hate them, far from it, he just wished things were different.

“Niran, you don���t have to agree to this.”

“No, but it would be good for the twins to grow up knowing them. Generational healing and all that..”

A few hours passed and they heard the sound of a helicarrier approaching, knowing who it was carrying. Niran went down to meet his mother, surprised to see his older sister was with her, something his mother didn’t care to mention.

“Mother, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Shame you couldn’t visit me at the Arcology when I lived there for years.”

“I’m still mad you didn’t invite us to your wedding!! How could you marry Satya and not even at least spare a thought for us Niran. I raised you better! We didn’t even know you had gotten engaged, and now you tell me she’s pregnant!”

Raised was the biggest overstatement. She hardly raised him. Shipped him off to Vishkar at the earliest opportunity. Still he forced a smile and bowed his head out of respect. His sister said nothing, but clearly agreed with her mother, she always did.

“I sent you an invite. Several actually.”

“Well.. umm.. You know how post is! Always getting lost! Anyway.. Where is my daughter in law! I can’t wait to see her again.”

Typical overbearing mother. Brushes the issue under the rug and pretends it never existed. He hoped that they would be gentle with Satya, because back at the academy they were not. Not that they ever abused her or were mean in any way, oh no, quite the opposite. His mother always doted on her, brought her too many gifts and always tried too hard. His sister was just as guilty, if not worse. They adore Satya, often preferring her calmer demeanour and high work effect over their lazy and disobedient son/brother.

“Indeed, hence why I sent serval.” He frowned, not wanting the let the issue go, but what choice did he have. “Satya is upstairs resting. I would ask you not to fuss over her too much. She’s tired..”

“Nonsense! We never fuss over her too much!”

“Oh but you do..” Niran mumbled under his breath, turning swiftly and leading them up to the apartment. “I’d like to put past issues aside, for Satya’s sake. Please be mindful of her. She’s not found things easy recently, do not make things worse.. for her.”

Once back at the apartment it was clear to Niran that they didn’t listen to a word he said. Satya had been presented with so many lavish gifts, that she was starting to get overwhelmed. Their living room had been transformed into baby storage space. They had everything they could ever need for raising a baby and way too much more. Niran and Satya weren’t ungrateful, far from it, but it did get a little overbearing after the first two minuets of suffocating Pruksamanee love.

“Okay just a few more gifts Satya!!” Niran’s sister smiled, presenting a large box that another tired butler carried in.

They were ridiculous, but Satya loved them all the same. She could tell Niran was getting stressed out for her sake, but she did her best to grin and bear it. His sister unwrapped it for her revealing a new baby carrier. Notably one for a single child. It hadn’t clicked until now, that they weren’t aware they were having twins, which was surprising given the amount of gifts they brought. (Or rather, that their butlers had brought up…)

“It’s- it’s lovely..”

“You don’t like it? I can always get you a new one. Is it the colour? I knew we should have gone for gold mother! Satya doesn’t like it..”

Satya eyed Niran for help, things were getting too much and she needed a break. Niran, being the loving husband he is, stepped in. Things were getting out of hand and their antics, whilst given with the best intentions, were slowly getting to him.

“The gift is fine, we love it. It’s just….. we’re having twins.”

“TWINS?!” Both woman gasp.

“Why didn’t you say anything?! We could have brought more gifts to account for the second child!”

“Mother please..”

“You always were useless at communicating anything! Why did you not say anything sooner!”

“You’re trying too hard.. you brought way too much as it is.. mother I love you, but please.. Can’t you see you’re stressing Satya out..”

The room fell silent, all eyes landing on Satya, who was by all accounts, stressed out by everything that was going on. She knew they meant well, they always tried their best to show her how loved she was, especially during her academy days. She was used to dealing with them and how they threw money at her at every chance they got. She felt incredibly loved, and she loved them too. The only thing she wished for was for them to handle situations normally, with less money involved. She just wanted a civil convocation, nothing over the top, just a sweet little chat about things. She wanted to feel normal around them and not just if she was some prize to win over.

“Satya.. I’m ever so sorry if we caused you any trouble..”

“It’s fine.. I’m just still not use to all the gifts..”

His mother was one of the sweetest ladies Satya ever had the pleasure of meeting. It was clear she adored Satya, and that’s all she ever wanted. She wanted to belong, to fit in with this lavish family that she was now apart of.

“Can’t we just have a chat.. I wish to feel normal..”

For the next few hours the four of them sat and talked about the wedding, and Satya’s experiences with pregnancy so far. It felt more natural, certainly more calming. Satya allowed his mum and sister to feel her stomach, she wasn’t sure why they wanted to, but was happy to allow it anyway.

“I’m happy you married my son, Satya. Does he treat you well?”

“Knowing Niran, it’s Satya that looks after him.”

Niran rolled his eyes, and Satya went on to gush about how amazing her husband is, much to the two women’s surprise. She spoke about how he always did his best for her, always protected her, would give anything to see her smile. Her words touched him, and he couldn’t help but she’d a tear over how wonderful his wife is. He made a mental note to kiss her later, knowing she hated public displays of affection.

“See to it that you keep looking after her Niran. If I find out my Daughter in law is unhappy-“

“Yes mother! What do you think I’ve been doing the last few years!”

“Good. I raised you to be a gentleman.”

Niran swore if he eye rolled any harder he’d go blind. Soon his mother and sister were saying their goodbyes, his sister quite literally attacking Satya with kisses on both cheeks, squealing about how she couldn’t wait to be an auntie, and how she was happy they were sisters in law. Niran’s mother teared up again and gushed about how perfect of a daughter in law Satya was, once again scolding Niran for something, anything.

Once they left, the pair slumped back on the sofa and let out an exhausted sigh. Another overbearing Pruksamanee family visit completed. They weren’t awful people, but it was best to stick to small doses when they were involved.

“I’m so sorry my love.. Did I ever use to be that insufferable.. ugh I hate to think..”

“I like your family. They mean well.”

“They’re always trying to help. Frankly, I prefer if they gave up.”

She knew they weren’t on good terms, but he did his best. He was heartbroken when they didn’t attend his wedding. He tried so hard to make an effort for them, yet they gave him little in return. They were trying now however, and that’s all that mattered. Satya knew it was going to take Niran some time to feel comfortable around them again, time she was willing to give him.

“They love you. Me and the seedlings do too!”

——🪷——

After the stressful visit, the pair decided to make time for each other. Satya was at that stage where she was starting to feel tired more often, which led to her getting more needy for him to just cuddle with her for a while.

“Bua, I require a cuddle.”

“Of course, let me just-“

“Now please..”

She needn’t say another word. She looked so cute all pouty and expectant, his heart swelled at the sight. She reached her arms out to him from the sofa and made grabby hands, almost like a baby would. She was demanding in the cutest way, he couldn’t deny her.

“Oh my little baby.”

He slipped in beside her, and she slowly put her arms around him, making a cute little grunt sound on contact. She often made cute noises when she was happy, a trait he adored about her.

“Not so little anymore.. I’m huge.”

“More of you to love Satya, plus it’s a good thing no? More room for the little ones. We don’t want the seedlings getting squished now do we?”

“I suppose not..”

He firmly planted his lips against her forehead, his own arms wrapping around her for a cuddle. She was incredibly comfortable like this. He was warm and even started to wear thick fluffy sweaters to help with her sensory needs, craving the softness they bring. She liked the feel of them in her current state, and lord knows he wanted to avoid another clothing meltdown.

“Safe.” She purred against him.

“Always.” He chuckled.

The sweetest of moments often came at times like this. Satya had come to appreciate him more during this whole journey. He wasn’t perfect, but he made sure to put the effort in and give her everything she needed. As for Niran, he learnt that Satya was a force to be reckoned with. She had overcome so many problems and so many sensory issues, just to give him something he’s always wanted. A family. He loved watching her throughout pregnancy. He loved the new habits she had picked up. He loved her.

“I love you.” They both said, giggling as they realised the other had also said those words.

Loving the other was easy, it came with no stress nor strain. There’s no one Satya would rather do this with. He was her Bua, the person she trusted most with all her heart. There’s no one Niran would rather have kids with. She was his dearest, the person he loved more than anything in the world.

——🪷——

“That’s everything packed in the hospital bag Satya.”

“Did you pack everything I asked? Even the stuff you don’t deem worth packing?”

“Yes dear.”

This week, Satya started cleaning the whole apartment top to bottom. She had come to learn the phrase ‘nesting behaviour’ and quite liked it. She wanted everything to be ready for the babies, they would be far too busy when the twins would arrive.

“Niran have you had a chance to clean out the spare room yet?”

“No love, I’ll do it later today.”

“Can you do it now please?”

“Satya I’m a little busy with the fifty other jobs you gave me.”

Satya glared. She was starting to get a little stressed out with him. She gave him simple tasks with clear instructions, tasks they would take her no longer than thirty seconds and yet he was barely on his second task.

“Bua, please stop procrastinating.”

“I’m not!! Can you give me a break please!”

Niran was stressed too. Between the constant cleaning and looking after his heavily pregnant wife, he also had the babies on his mind. Their due date was looming ever closer, and he was worried for Satya. It was going to be a stressful process for her, he was trying not to allow himself to stress.

“It would be wise for you not to upset me Niran. I’m very hormonal. Honestly, you’re hopeless!”

“I’m sorry dearest.. I know you are.. I just have a lot on my mind too.. I’m trying my best..”

She felt a little bad for nagging him. He was all she could ever ask for and more. He did everything she asked, even if it did take him a little longer than expected. He had to do a lot of the heavy lifting, in fact lifting in general, not wanting to risk her hurting herself. It was clear to see why he was stressed and she quickly regret raising her voice at him.

“No, I’m sorry.. I should cut you a break Bua..”

“No need to apologise. I understand what you’re going through. I’m just a bit overtired is all. I haven’t been sleeping much recently.”

Neither of them could sleep well, and they would certainly need it once the babies arrived. Satya was too hot to sleep. She constantly felt sweaty and uncomfortable in any position. Her back and breasts ached so badly it’s all she could think about.

As for Niran, he constantly worried for her. He was scared how she would react come time to birth not one but two babies. Couple that with listening to his beautiful wife sob in pain and discomfort. How could he sleep knowing she could not.

“How are you feeling honey?”

“I’m so tired Niran.. everything hurts.. but I need to finish cleaning.”

“You need to listen to your body. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

She tried to protest, but Niran wouldn’t take no for an answer. Instead he simply took her hand, and led her back to their room for her to lie down, whilst he finished off all his tasks and all of the cleaning jobs she started too.

She felt a little bad leaving him to do the rest, but on some level he was right. She would need all her strength in the coming days. It was getting to the point that standing was a hassle. Her back and breasts ached terribly and she just couldn’t wait to give birth.

Niran returned to ask her opinion on whether to keep something or donate it, but was delighted to find she had fallen asleep. His heart swelled and he just couldn’t help but take a picture of how sweet she looked. Her arms cradled her bump and she was well and truly out for the count. He sighed lovingly, gently placing a blanket on top of her and kissing her cheek.

“Sweet dreams dearest.”

——🪷——

The day was like any other. The couple spent their day together, enjoying a bit of time for themselves. They were recanting stories from their days at the academy, and enjoying one of the last moments as a couple, rather than a family.

“What do you miss most about the academy Satya?”

“Your snoring. It helped me sleep.”

“I don’t tend to snore much these days.

“You certainly do! I’m just too pregnant to get much of any sleep.”

They both laughed, before sharing a sweet kiss. The day was peaceful, quiet. It was all about to change. Satya laughed at one of Niran’s jokes, a little two hard, when she felt a popping sensation quickly followed by a gush of liquid below. Eyes wide, she looked to her husband, who stared back at her in complete shock.

“OH MY GOODNESS!!” Niran panicked. Hard.

He shot up off the sofa and ran to their bedroom to grab their hospital bags. He began listing things out loud that needed to take with them, mind whipped up in a frenzy.

“Keys, bags, Satya! Keys, bags, Satya! Keys! WHERE ARE THE KEYS?!”

“Niran..”

“I CANT FIND THEM! GAHHHH WHERE DID I PUT THEM?!”

“Niran..”

“UH NIRAN.. REALLY?! YOU LOSE THE KEYS NOW! YOU’RE SUCH AN IDIO-“

“NIRAN.”

His eyes snapped to her. She remained on the sofa, completely calm. She had a certain tranquility about her, one he envied at this time. She smiled at the stupid look on his face. He looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“Please calm down. It’s normal. We have time. Come and sit with me, and could you get me a towel?”

Niran nodded, still a little stunned to speak. She always did have a way of rendering him silent. He returned with a towel and a spare change of clothes for her, which she was grateful for. Still he said nothing, unsure of what to say.

“Niran, are you okay?”

He wasn’t sure. All he could think to do was hug her, squeezing her as tight as he could without hurting her or the babies. He was terrified, elated, excited. His brain was a mash up of different emotions, and he was still trying to form a consensus of what to feel.

“Yes. I apologise.”

“I’m scared too.. Everything is about to change again.”

He released her from his embrace, opting to hold her hand instead. They were going to be parents, to two wonderful babies.

“Satya, change can be good. I’m sorry for worrying and making it worse. You can do this! I’m right here. Every step of the way.”

“Yes, you’re right. I’m feeling okay.. I just don’t like change.”

“I know gorgeous, but we planned for this. Nothing has changed really.”

He was right in that sense. They had a whole plan laid out. She was aware of everything that would happen, she knew everything there was to know. Things would be fine, because she had her best friend and devoted husband by her side the whole time.

——🪷——

She was feeling fine until they got to the hospital, then everything got too much for her. She started to realise just how daunting this whole thing was and just how under prepared she really was. Niran remained by her side, promising her everything would be okay.

Thankfully Niran’s parents arranged a private delivery room for her with the best doctors and midwives possible. Nothing was too good for her. This was one of the times Niran was grateful for their overbearing presence. It would afford Satya some comfort, which she was desperately in need of.

Once in the room, Satya started to feel a little better about the whole thing, until the contractions started. They were so sudden and so painful she started to question if something was wrong. She felt as though she would throw up from the sensation, each and every time one hit. The constant contracting made it almost impossible for her to think of anything else. She couldn’t breathe through them, which only seemed to panic her more.

“I know it feels weird, it’s just your body getting ready… take some deep breaths with me. In…. And out….”

“I’m scared!!”

“I know darling… If I could take this pain from you I would.. Squeeze my hand..”

Niran offered her his hand to squeeze, and squeeze she did. She squeezed so hard her knuckles turned pale, tears spilling down her face as she looked to Niran for help. She didn’t want to go through with this anymore, she wanted it to stop. He did his best to comfort her, reminding her that he was right by her side and that she could do it, trying to remain supportive. Satya however couldn’t think past the pain, screaming each time a contraction hit. It was awfully traumatic.

“You can do this! You’ve achieved so much, this is another thing to add to your list of achievements Satya, please.. I know it hurts.. I’m so sorry…”

“MAKE IT STOP! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS! ITS TOO MUCH! ITS TOO SOON!”

“Satya.. I’m right here.. listen to me.. I’m not going anywhere. I wish I could slow it down for you.. I wish I could make it easier.. I’m so sorry…”

Nothing could ever prepare her for the pain of childbirth however, she felt as though she was being tore in half. With each scream, Niran’s heart broke just a little bit more. He was desperate to heal her, but she wouldn’t let him for the same reasons as before, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about it.

“You’re so close! I’m so proud of you! Oh Satya, I’ve never loved you more!”

Her mind began to tick on to autopilot and she started to shutdown. Everything was so overwhelming. The pain was too much, the lights were too bright, too many people touching her, too many people in her personal space. After a while stopped screaming, eyes fixed on a point in front of her, body going limp. Her mind was beginning to shut itself off from her body, at the worst possible time.

“No no! Satya, please if nothing else, listen to me. I’m right here! You feel my hand right? Squeeze it for me! Satya I’m right here, think of the kids. They are so excited to meet their beautiful, amazingly talented, perfect mother. You want to meet them too right? You can do this honey!”

“I’m so scared…. Please make it stop…”

“If there’s one thing I know about you Satya, it’s that you don’t give up. You’re a fighter!”

All she had to do was get through the pain. It hurt worse than being shot, and she had experienced that a few times working at Vishkar. Niran’s words spurred her on though and she found the strength to birth their first child, though she did so screaming and crying in pain.

She screamed so loud another doctor rushed in to check on them. Niran chocked back a sob, he could cry later, but right now she needed him most. He had never seen her like this and it terrified him. He had no right to panic, not when she was going through this.

“Just one more, you know you can do this. I’m so proud of you my love!”

“I DON’T WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN!!!”

“You know what to expect now.. It wont hurt anymore than the first.. That’s the boundary.. You CAN do this. You’ve proved so already..”

By the time their second was born, she was exhausted and in floods tears, her body shaking and mind still trying to catch up to what her body had just been through. The moment he was able to, Niran perked her up using his Biolight. It danced across her skin, tingling a bit as it seeped in, it felt weird feeling it again after so long, but she was grateful. He hoped it would give her some strength back and ease the pain as much as possible.

Satya reacted over and grabbed Niran pulling him in for a hug, body still shaking and half her mind still fixed on what she just went through. His warm arms were like another form of healing though, they helped her feel safe, and she started to calm down. She kept hold of Niran’s hand the whole time, apologising if she had hurt him.

Niran allowed himself to cry now, breaking down in a flood of tears. He was a father, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty for what she just went through. Although his tears were mostly joyous, some were guilt, for doing this to her. They remained connected via their hands, still firmly grasping each other. She was able to begin to regulate how she was feeling but Niran could tell she was mentally and physically drained.

“Congratulations, you have a very healthy baby boy and an equally healthy baby girl.”

“You hear that gorgeous? Both are healthy. You did so well Satya, I’m so proud of you. I know that was a lot for you..”

They had chosen to keep their genders a surprise until birth, something for them to look forward to. Satya was happy to have one of each, and Niran was elated to have at least one daughter. He dreamed of having a little girl to dress up in beautiful clothes someday and now he had just that, and an adorable son too! They lucked out.

“Do you feel up to holding them Satya? I know that you’re still processing, but I think holding them would help.”

Niran wanted Satya to hold the babies first, it was only fair seeing as she put all the effort in. He was willing to wait as long as she needed, encouraging her to process it all for as long as it took. She didn’t need to rush, she could take her time. Once she was ready, the nurse handed the babies to her, one in each arm.

Her mind became clearer the moment she made contact with them. The whole ordeal was still very traumatic, but she and the babies were very healthy, and that majorly eased her concerns too. Holding them was like a reset for her mind. It was a constant reminder that she and the twins were both healthy. It proved to her that she did it, and it allowed her to start to move past the trauma and enjoy the moment, even if it was only for now.

The twins were such tiny little things, and would look even smaller in Niran’s arms. She couldn’t believe that she had been carrying these little angels this whole time, the concept was still pretty crazy to her.

“Should I talk to them?”

She wasn’t really sure what to do in this moment. Her mind was still elsewhere, but getting better. She thought her motherly instincts would kick in, but maybe she just needed some time to process it all.

“Do what feels natural dearest.”

Niran’s hand rested gently on her shoulder, still very much in tears, staring lovingly at his new family. Satya had given him the most precious thing of all, and for that he couldn’t love her more if he tried. Both babies were healthy, and adorable looking. He was a proud husband and father.

“Hi.. I’m your mother and I love you both so very much..” She spoke softly. “And this blubbering idiot here is your father… I am sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Hey!”

Niran was amused by her quip, whipping his tears from his cheeks and leaning down to kiss her forehead. She smirked at him and stuck her tongue out in fun. He was glad to see her start to relax after what was quite possibly one of the more traumatic events in her life.

“Sooooo… Can I hold them now?!!” He was giddy, practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. “Come on, share! You’ve carried them for nine months, I want a turn!”

His eyes sparkled with delight when she nodded, shifting in her bed and turning to him. A nurse helped her hand the twins to him and he was surprised at just how light they were to carry, it had his heart melting.

“Hey there my little seedling…Oh my goodness Satya! They are even cuter up close!” He squealed silently, not wanting to upset them. “Woah.. They are perfect aren’t they!?”

“Did you expect anything less from such an efficient architect?”

“Ahem, two efficient architects thank you.”

“You don’t count, you’re a drop out.”

Niran gasped, feigning shock. If he had a hand free, he would have placed it to his forehead, pretending that he was about to faint. He was very dramatic like that.

“Not in front of the twins Satya! I have to make a good first impression!” He teased.

“Dummy, they’ll come to realise just how useless you are in due time Bua, but they’ll love you for it.”

“So mean isn’t she!” He exclaimed to the babies.

It was times like this that Satya really appreciated Niran. He was never afraid to joke around with her and lighten the mood. It was just what she needed in a time like this. He was already a great father, she could tell he adored the twins more than anything in the world.

“In all honestly my little seedlings.. I’m going to love and protect you with all that I have. You will grow up with the best childhood and will never face the horrors that your mother and I have faced. Nothing will harm you for as long as your mother and I live. You are very cherished little ones. Daddy loves you!”

They decided on names rather quickly, choosing to call their son ‘Surya’ meaning sun, and their daughter ‘Chandra’ meaning moon. Very fitting names given the couples history, such pretty names too. Whilst Satya got some much needed sleep, Niran dressed the twins in into their one pieces, with matching hats to keep them warm. They looked so perfect, that Niran couldn’t help but shed a tear again. He looked over at his sleeping wife, heart thumping.

“Thank you Satya.”

——🪷——

“And then out of no where your mother throws up the most gorgeous looking hardlight wall I have ever seen! Not a single Null Sector made it past her that day, I made sure of that of course! Nothing is going to harm my Satya!”

Niran was recounting their ordeal with Null Sector back at the Arcology. He told the twins how brave and selfless Satya was, and how she saved so many people and Omnics that day. Of course he explained how he helped too, even giving tiny demonstrations to his kids, who sat in front of him in awe. They loved to listen to him at story time.

“Woah daddy! That’s so cool!”

“Were you scared?”

“A little, but with your mother by my side, I could do anything.”

Satya smiled at the sight. Niran was the perfect dad. He was attentive, loving, nurturing. He provided the twins with everything they could ever need in life. It was a beautiful thing for her to watch.

“Okay you two, bed time.” She clapped, drawing their attention.

“But Mummmm! Dad was telling us stories” Surya whined.

“Listen to your mother, daddy will tell you more exciting stories tomorrow! Promise!”

The twins squealed in delight and got ready for bed, hugging and kissing their parents goodnight. It was hard to believe just how many time had pasted. The twins were three already. It seemed like only yesterday that they were still babies.

They made a great team back then. Niran offered to take the night shifts whilst Satya got much needed and deserved rest. He was often the night owl of the pair so it was an easy choice to make. It was hard for the first few months, they hardly saw each other due to the ‘shifts’ they were on for the twins, but they got through it. It got easier as the grew and they learned to cope and handle anything that came their way. They were a team, always.

“You knowwwww.” Niran slowly wrapped his arms around his pretty wife from behind. “The kids are sound asleep, the night is young.. and well.. you’re just too beautiful to resist.” He breathed softly at her ear, rubbing circles on her hips with his thumbs.

Satya smiled, leaning back into his chest craving the warmth. Her husband was ever so smooth when he asked her for some affection. Subtle and sweet.

“Mhm, such a beautiful night too.”

“Isn’t it though. The perfect time for some alone time hmm? Do you want to watch a movie? I can make us some dinner, we can have a glass of wine. Anything you desire, and I mean anything.” He winked, voice low and husky.

Satya sighed, peaking Niran’s curiosity. She didn’t look sad by his standards, but something did seem to be on her mind. He slowly spun her around, hand cupping her cheek. She seemed to perk up but he asked her anyway.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“I think I want another baby. I miss being pregnant. Seeing you with our kids today just makes me want to have more.. Is that stupid?”

Niran had a gleam in his eyes, one that Satya knew all too well. His lips curved into a small smouldering smirk, hands trailing down her body to her gorgeous hips, pulling her closer. Her husband had this devilish charm about him, especially when he was setting the mood.

“Well Satya, I suppose they are fun to make, aren’t they?”

[sato-sato-satoru]

Okayyyyyy I’m so excited for this because the Angstttt! The heartbreakkkkkk, the symweaver fluff!! I’m also so honoured to be your first request!!! I’m so excited!!! 🩷🩷 I love the way you write!!

Okay soooo Fem Reader please!

Niran is dating Reader and they are super cute together and he adores her, telling her she’s the most beautiful girl and taking her out on dates ect ect.

Then BAMMMMM

Satya ends up in hospital and Niran panics and long angst argument with Reader because he’s freaking out over her but they both had plans to leave for a trip to Thailand or something that day and now they will have to cancel. (Reader understands but is still upset and Niran takes this the wrong way.) He leaves to see Satya and leaves Reader upset and a little heartbroken.

Slowly Niran started to develop feelings for Satya, realising they have always been there since the academy, and as he’s helping her with all the things she can’t do, he’s realised he wants to be with her all the time and coming home to reader is like a chore. He starts to realise that he’s in love with her and asks Satya if she feels the same way and she said she does and has for a while. Niran breaks up with reader with Satya there and reader is heartbroken and begging Niran to stay.

Reader watches as Satya and Niran’s relationship develops (Because cuteeeee SymWeaver!!) and how sweet they are together.

Reader throws herself at Niran’s feet begging him to take her back and that she loves him so much, but Niran says no and that he’s sorry, but he’s happy with Satya.

Then maybe, because I’m evil, a few months later Niran proposes to Satya as a party where Reader is invited and everyone is so happy for the couple and reader is further broken by this, leaving the party and crying herself to sleep.

Ahhhhhhh the angst!!!! 💔💔💔

“I'm so in love with you, do you know that, my sweet?”

“Yes, Bua.. you tell me that every day!” You chuckle, giving him a peck on the cheek before folding up more of your clothes to put in the suitcase.

“My dear, i'm so glad to have met you.” He grabs her hand, ever so gently lifting it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “One day, i'll make you Mrs. Pruksamanee, how does that sound? It has a nice ring to it! Y/N pruksamanee!”

You laugh at his cheesy-ness, cupping his face with your hand before giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “I would truly love that, Mr. Pruksamanee.” a small blush appearing on your lover's cheeks before returning another kiss to you.

“i'll be off now! Unfortunately, work calls..” You said, disappointment is clear in your voice. Niran smiles sadly before grabbing your waist to sneak in one last kiss before you left. “Stay safe, alright?” in which you nodded in return.

... 🥀

“Satya..?”

Niran spoke so softly, afraid that his mere words would cause his best friend who's currently lying on a hospital bed to break.

“Satya..satya..no..don't leave me.”

Niran sounded like a broken record beside her, begging for her to wake up.

“PLEASE..you can't do this to me..we-” he hiccups, tears flowing non-stop, barely being able to get the words out of his mouth. “we've been together for so..so long..you can't leave me now..not when we're finally-..together agai-”

“NIRAN PRUKSAMANEE!” You burst through the hospital door, security already holding you back while nurses and doctors plead for you to quiet down, but you couldn't care less.

Why is he here? Why out of all times NOW? you guys had a TRIP to go to, after your last day of work which was today! How could he abandon something so important, something that you guys have been planning for MONTHS? You barely have any free time together. How could he do this to you? You know his friend needed him, but she's clearly still passed out. How could he leave you for her on such a special occasion?

You were seething with anger, yelling at your lover to come outside and talk to you properly to which Niran gets up, wiping his tears away and walking over towards you.

“Y/N, you have to understand she needed me-”

“NO. NIRAN. I NEEDED YOU.”

“Y/N st-”

“NO. YOU STOP, NIRAN! WE HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS GODDAMN TRIP FOR WEEKS—” Tears spilled down your face, you were so angry you were pacing around with your hands gripping tightly at your hair, “MONTHS!!! YOU BARELY EVER HAVE TIME FOR ME..FOR US! AND ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD FOR HER?!”

“Y/N. Could you please stop being so irritating for one second?”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

“She needs me. She got into a literal car crash and passed out in a hospital bed..and all you care about..is that STUPID TRIP? I CAN PAY FOR ANOTHER TICKET, Y/N. WE CAN GO SOME OTHER TIME, STOP BEING SO GODDAMN INSENSITIV-”

!!!!

You didn't know when but you slapped him.

“It was never about that, Niran.” You cried, you felt so incredibly hurt. Why did it feel like even though you were his girlfriend, that you were 2nd to her? Maybe it's always been that way. Maybe Satya Vaswani has always been the one he loved. Maybe it has never been you.

“If you seriously can't understand what you did wrong, then maybe you should just leave.”

“...”

You heard him scoff before turning his back on you, walking back into her hospital room leaving you and your heart broken.

.....🪷.....

Its been a couple of days since the argument, and whilst you've done nothing but cry in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity, Niran has done nothing but dote on his best friend. Who he suspects he might be gaining feelings for.

He's been helping her since she woke up, feeding her, helping her change robes whilst still being respectful of course, updating her about things she missed so that she wouldn't feel too left behind on her work. It felt so..nice. For once, he felt like himself. He felt free and talking to her was so easy.. is this what true love feels like? It must be. It all makes perfect sense. He's been with Satya for so so very long, they were there for each other when they needed each other the most.

Unlike with you.

Being with you feels like a chore.

Something he has to force himself to do for the sake of your relationship.

But it wasn't like that with her..Satya Vaswani.

“I.. think i'm in love with you, Satya. Do you feel the same?”

The raven haired girl was caught off-guard, fidgeting with her fingers as a guilty feeling settled in her stomach. “Y-” She pretended to cough, not wanting to stutter. “Yes. I have felt it...for quite some time now. Love, is that what it is?” He smiles brightly before closing the gap between them with a small but passionate kiss.

. . . . . . . . . . ?

“N-niran.. you don't mean..that..right?” Your heart ached so badly. You felt dizzy, a rollercoaster of emotions going on through your head. Anger. Fear. Jealousy. Betrayal. Most of all, need. A need for him. You needed him to tell you it was just a sick and twisted joke. Because he can't. He can't possibly.. love satya..right..?

“I'm sorry, Y/N. But she's the woman i truly love. Forgive me. Please get out of my home.”

“NIRAN YOU CAN'T DO THIS-” You threw yourself at his feet, clinging onto his legs while you cried and begged for him to stay.

“Please..please..i can't- i can't lose you!! You're- you're my everything! I'm sorry if i don't say it much, i promise i can change! I'll be whoever you need me to be, Just please don't leave me..” You sounded so broken. Niran felt so guilty but he couldn't force himself to be with you any longer knowing you weren't the one he truly loved.

“I'm sorry. Y/N.”

Was the last thing you heard before he left you for good.

..........🪷........🥀..........

“Bua! You're embarrassing me!” Satya said with a red flush on her cheeks, trying to push her light-haired lover away from her in public.

“But whyyy dearestt~ You're so warm and cozy, Who cares if others see?”

“I Do, Bua..”

“Well i don't! So let them see how much i love you!”

But i do.

You thought to yourself.

You care.

You felt so heartbroken, you stalked them, seeing their relationship grow and develop. They were so inlove with each other. They were two peas in a pod. Inseparable. You hated every passing moment of it.

You couldn't take it anymore. You called out to niran, dropping to your knees as you cried, begging him to take you back. Begging him to give you another chance. To which he replied by turning his back to you, only being able to mutter a small sorry before taking Satya away from you, scared that you would hurt her.

...........💍...........

“Satya Vaswani, the light of my life..and the girl of my dreams. Will you marry me?”

4 words and your life and heart shattered once more.

It's been months yet you still weren't able to move on. And now you're here, wearing that dress Niran used to love on you, wearing your hair up nicely just in the way he used to want you to. Seeing him propose to his lover.

You broke your wine glass from dropping it, staring at the broken glass, it reminded you of your poor shattered heart as you heard the loud screams and cheers of the people around you, gathering around the couple and congratulating them while you left the party to go home. You cried more than you ever had that night. Your world completely shattered.

He was truly gone.

And you couldn't do anything about it.

He's someone else's now. That someone who will never be you. Not now, not ever. He was in love with her,

He was never truly in love with you. And you knew that all along.

__________________

AAAAA MY HEART IS ACHING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BUT THIS HURT SO MUCH TO WRITE CUZ I LOVE HIM TOO😭😭🥹🥹🥹🙏🙏🙏🙏 THANK YOU @uh-niran-really for BEING MY FIRST REQUEST ILY AND YOUR WORK SO MUCH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT🥹

It's a little shorter than what i originally planned because it was a little rushed, i was simply too excited to show you🥹🥹!!

I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTT!🥹🫶

[kortsitron]

Ok how about a niran x gn (afab If possible) of where even with the super high tech of the ow world being so advanced, two people rediscover the beauty of hand written letters?

Love letter

✮ PARING Niran Pruksamanee × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS pure fluff, implied genji x mercy (can be interpreted as now established relationship or past romance), ______ as (y/n), an actual love letter (might be cringe lol i tried to be romantic xd), established relationship

✮ SUMMARY You leave for a mission. In the meantime Lifeweaver rediscovers the beauty of love letters and decides to remind you how much you mean to him.

✮ A/N I absolutely fell in love with the idea when I saw the request and honestly I think love letters are so cute! And Niran is so perfect for it! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you're going to enjoy this one shot! ♡

“I’ll be back before you know it.” You smiled at Niran. Your hand was on his cheek, gently caressing it with your thumb.

Niran leaned in your hand, putting his hand on your own before sighed softly. “I know, my dear, I know.“ He looked at you with a soft expression. “I wish you could stay, I will miss you greatly.”

You were getting ready for a mission in a different country, far away from the Overwatch quarters. And Niran as much as he knew you had no choice, he really wanted you to stay. Not seeing you for a few weeks was an idea Niran wasn’t fond of.

“I know, Niran. But I’ll be texting and calling you as often as I can, it’s a promise.” Your promise made Niran’s heart skip a beat. For a moment, he got lost in your eyes. 

His hands landed on your cheeks before he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Be careful out there, I would be devastated if something were to happen to you.”

“I’ll be careful, no worries.”

It’s been a week since you left and Niran was feeling lonely already. He missed waking up and seeing your sleepy face in the morning, your voice and the way you look at him. He missed the morning kisses and caressing your hair while you were murmuring how much you want to sleep, but can’t. Thinking about it made him giggle.

He didn’t notice Angela coming into his office, he was waiting for a text from you. He was getting worried, even though he knew you were capable of taking care of yourself and you weren’t on your own on the mission.

“Niran?” Angela called out, carrying a box in her hands.

Medic looks up at her, before he comes to help her with the box. “Oh apologies. I did not notice when you came in.” Niran chuckled. “What’s in the box?” He asked, with his eyebrow risen as he put the box on his desk.

Angela shook her head, realizing that Niran forgot. “You asked me to bring you some books. I guess you’re so worried about ______ that you forgot.” She picked up a book, showing it to Niran. Embarrassment was visible on his face. “I don’t blame you, if my partner was on a mission without me, I would be worried too.” An expression of understanding showed itself on her face.

Niran gave a little nod. “Thank you, Doctor Ziegler.” He watched her leave his office while he took a look at the books. 

While he was taking them out of the box, a piece of paper fell out of one of them. Niran picked up a piece of paper quickly, examining it.  There was something written on the paper, he wasn't sure if he should read it, but curiosity got the better of him.

And he quickly realized he was reading a love letter. By the date he assumed it was after Overwatch fell back in the day. And it was written from Genji to Angela. It was written beautifully, it sounded so perfectly that for a second, Niram wished he was the one to receive it. To know how it feels to be the one receiving a letter specifically for you, full of love and passion.

It made him think about you. And then an idea came to his mind. 

He was going to write a love letter to you!

The idea of you reading his letter, blushing and smiling while doing so, made his heart flutter.

And that's how he spent the rest of his evening writing a said love letter.

The idea was there, but at first he had some trouble. He ended up throwing a few sheets of paper, because of the fact he wasn’t satisfied enough with his work. He sighed, looking around his office, like the answers he was looking for were hidden in the room.

He then heard a melody coming from his phone. You were calling him. His lips curled into a smile immediately. 

Niran picked up the phone and answered the call. “______, dear! How are you doing? I’ve been waiting for a message from you!” His voice was full of joy.

“Sorry, I meant to text you earlier, but the situation got heated.” You explained. You heard a little gasp coming from. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” You said as soon as you heard the gasp. “I got some bruises, but no serious injuries.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Niran was relieved to hear that. “I miss you a lot. Do you know when you’re coming back?”

“Unfortunately, no. But let’s hope everything will go smoothly and I should be back in two weeks.” You said with a shrug. “Are you working on something new or…?”

A chuckle escaped his lips, his fingers played with the pen in his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You were almost sure he had a smirk on his face when he said that.

“How mean of you to not tell me!” You tried to sound as serious as possible, but you ended up laughing. “You seriously won’t tell me? Why not?”

“Because I don’t like to be the one to spoil surprises, my darling.”

You huffed, clearly not liking Niran's answer. “Okay, okay.” 

“Don't worry, I’ll make sure you’ll find out soon.”

“Alright.” You yawned. “I’ll do my best to call you tomorrow. I’m so tired.”

“I understand.” Niran nodded, he wished he could talk with you at least a bit more, but your rest was much more important. 

“Wish you were there, it’s not the same without you.” Your voice was soft and quiet. “Goodnight, Niran.”

“Goodnight, my dearest.” He replied before you hung up.

And then it hit him.

“Wish you were there, it’s not the same without you.”

After hearing those words from you, he decided to write about how much he missed you. How much he wished he could be with you, he could hug you, kiss your gorgeous face. 

He felt inspired and he began to write. After being inspired, writing was much easier than before. He sprayed the finished letter with your favorite perfume of his.

He waited till the morning to send you the love letter. He put the letter in the mailbox with a smile, he couldn’t wait for you to read it.

“Hey, ______.” Cassidy called out, making you look up at him. “Looks like you got a letter.” The cowboy grinned, holding a letter in his hand.

“A letter?” You were clearly confused, you forgot letters existed. You didn’t remember the last time you’ve gotten a letter. 

You took the letter from Cole. You opened the letter and then you smelled a familiar scent. Niran’s floral perfume, it was delicate and sweet. He always liked these types of perfumes, he had a soft spot for them.

After a few moments of letting the smell remind you of your partner, you began to read the letter.

My dearest ______,

I’ve been missing you greatly since you left. Whenever I lay down and go to sleep, I wish to wake up and see your lovely face. To give it a kiss and to hear your voice as you’re still half-asleep. I wish to caress your messy hair and cuddle with you. Feeling your warmth always makes my days better.

My days seem lifeless without you, like all my happiness was stolen from me. I feel like a flower without sun - I cannot bloom without you.

I miss hearing you laugh, hearing your cute little snort and seeing how your eyes water when you giggle at the silliest jokes. I miss your blush when I compliment you.

I miss you so much, my dear. I wish to see you soon.

Yours truly,

Niran ♡

A blush appeared on your face and your heart began to beat faster. This is not what you expected to get from Niran, but you weren’t disappointed. You were far from being disappointed.

You couldn't help, but grin once it made its way on your face. You felt like you fell for Niran all over again.

“What is it, love?” Lena asked, seeing how happy you suddenly were.

“Looks like someone got a love letter.” Cassidy teased. “It must have been good, since ______ is so worked up over it.” He chuckled.

“Awww. This is so adorable!” She exclaimed. “You should write him a letter too!”

You thought about it for a second. You’ve never written a love letter before, but why shouldn't you try. Niran deserved to read so nice and heart-warming too. You just were worried if you could write something as good and romantic as he did.

After a little thinking, you decided you were going to write him a letter back.

After two weeks and 4 days, you were finally back. 

You entered the Overwatch headquarters along with a few other agents that were your comrades on the mission.

“______!” You heard Niran’s melodic voice and before you had a chance to react, you were pulled into a tight hug by him. “I missed you so much!” He kissed your temple.

“I missed you too, it’s so good to see you!” You giggled at the kiss. “Did you get my letter?”

“Of course. I absolutely loved it.” He gave you a peck on the lips. “Now come on, my dear. You must be tired after three long weeks of fighting and planning. Allow me to take care of you.”

[cryptcoop]

id love to hear what are some of your personal headcanons for moira and niran if they did ever get in a relationship

I will finally answer this ask with a few of my moiraweaver thoughts

For starters, I think they are playing a very dangerous game. Moira doesn't leave Iraq much, Oasis even more so. So they are usually together there. Oasis has incredible security.. they know when Niran is there, pretty much the instance he steps foot within the university. However, Moira, being minister, holds a lot of power within Oasis, and therefore is granted a lot of leeway.. but not that much. The only thing stopping Talon/Oasis from stopping their get togethers is the fact that it's hard to completely erase the existence of and replace the Minister of Genetics without a few heads turning. They aren't playing it safe either. She brings him to galas touting him around on her arm, outwardly affectionate towards each other, an act of defiance towards Talon. It wont last for long.

I think Moira is a very touch averse person, and Niran is very respectful of that. However she is usually quite comfortable with his touch. He'll usually test the waters, fingertips on her upper back, a light bump of their shoulders together, and if she doesn't bristle to the touch he will be more confident. He has very warm hands and I like to think it's comforting on her body.

I see Niran as a man and Moira as a woman, but they are both definitely playing outside of their roles often. I see Moira as more of the "man" of the relationship, especially outwardly, but they hold equal power within their relationship. To me they are two queer people having fun, they are definitely not a straight couple.

Given that Niran is often on the run, he travels quite a lot. He will send her little gifts from the places he visits and write cards. He often asks Sombra to deliver his packages to her to keep it discreet.

I like to think that Niran can grow a little bit of facial hair (He is typically a very well kept man when he can be ((he waxes/plucks)) but it can be difficult when you're an active vigilante) and if he returns after being gone for an especially long time, Moira cannot kiss him unless he's clean shaven. She can't stand the feeling of facial hair. Sometimes she will pluck/wax/shave him herself, a little indulgent thing for her. They will do each others makeup as well from time to time.

I think in the same sense that Niran will use his healing touch to soothe Moira's ailments I think Moira will also, on occasion, use her biotic grasp on him (I like to think she can do it without her pack to a lesser extent, given that she already has the attachments for it embedded into her arm.) It's hard for me to explain, as it's not something she does to actively hurt him, I think he probably asked her to do it out of curiosity. I think it's.. a trust thing. She has the ability to drain his life away, just as he as the ability to heal hers. A coming together of opposites. Metaphor, Metaphor, yatta yatta, you get it.

Every once and a while, Niran will engage in a game with her, where he will ask her to run away with him. It's a fruitless effort. Moira can't run away from her life. She's dug her grave, and she's actively laying in it. You do not run away from Talon, and you don't run away from the wrought you've wrung into the world. I wrote a little tidbit about it a little while ago :3 here:

Niran shifts to his side, propping himself up by his arm and looking down at Moira. He lacked his usual playful smile, instead opting for a more determined look. “Run away with me.” 

Ah, this song and dance. “And where shall we go?” 

He hums, considering his options. They’ve played this game a hundred times, and even if the outcome was always the same, he tried anyway. “Iceland is beautiful this time of year, and the hot springs are to die for. I’d love to take you.”

“No.” Moira glances towards him, not wanting to move from her comfortable position. “Much too cold, I prefer the heat nowadays.” 

She watches as his hand strays from his side. It wanders to the buttons of her shirt, ever the indulgent one, unable to keep his hands to himself. “Australia?” He undoes one of the buttons, fingers slipping past silky fabric. “You know, the people living in the outback are quite nice when given the chance.”

“Those Junkers?” Moira fails to hold back a laugh. “Preposterous.”

“I’m being serious! They’re resilient and incredibly resourceful, like you.”

Moira rolls her eyes. “I’ll take your word for it.”

That smile of his comes back. “I think their queen would take a liking towards you. She needs someone to punch back her hotheadedness.” He idly feathers his fingers across her collarbone. She sighs, the warmth of his hand soothing her aching body if only for a moment. He’s starting to think he could be winning her over. “I could take you. Admittedly, it’s antiquated, but I think they’d accommodate you. Plus no one would come looking for you out there.”

Just as quickly as he believes to have the upper hand, she snuffs him out completely. “Too much sand. It kicks up and makes a mess of everything. And I would go mad without running water.”

Niran’s posture deflates, visibly dejected. “Just come out there with me, I promise you won’t regret it.”

He’s starting to beg. He knows the game is over, and he’s pushing it. She takes his hand from within her shirt and places it back to his side. “No, Niran.” 

He stares at her for a long while before accepting his defeat. “Alright.” He says, voice quiet.

[ashascoven]

Request time~.

What if you try to hide your witchy side to your close friend but you saved them with it ?

Cass, Hanzo, Sombra, Lifeweaver and/or Baptiste ?

Thanks~.

oooooo!! wait you're kind of onto something..

(for the other readers, esp new ones, we're talking about my venture x witch! reader fanfic!! :D)

anywho, i raise... another option..

mauga ?!???? :D hear me out...

i really really really like the idea of mauga flirting with the reader just to piss venture off.. flaunting his muscles, commenting about reader's body, things about her being able to work magic on him? without knowing she actually could do that ofc...

reader doesnt care for mauga and just sees him as a knuckle-headed friend trying to flirt with any pretty woman he sees, UNTIL ?!?? he gets himself in trouble !!! THIS could be where the reader saves him with her witchcraft (somehow, ill write it, trust), and he doesnt know how it happens ?!?!? reader could even let venture take the credit of saving him, making mauga back away from lil ol' venture while theyre all smug like "yah, i did that, reader's my girl, scram!!"

on a side note, since you mentioned lifeweaver..

i think i definitely want lifeweaver and the reader to be close enough friends that they basically practice witchcraft together..

since niran's already been to the reader's house multiple times for tarot readings and tea, he's seen how decked out her house is (with crystals, jars, plants, witch themed decor, etc.), so he knows that she's a witch~

HOWEVER!!!!! out of that list, and as a lowkey weaver x bap shipper, you gave me some ideas!!! i think it'd be nice to write about niran coming to the reader for tarot / crystal ball readings on his bf!!!

imagine that the reader could also give niran tips and tricks on kitchen magic to impress his bf with his cooking.. maybee even baked goods ANDD love spells for him too?

im not too sure about cassidy or hanzo since ive never really written or read much about them outside of stuff in game, but sombra definitely sounds like another great canidate for being one of reader's friends :O

considering she's a techie.... well, she also seems to know like everything when it comes to snooping on people, so she COULD just be another friend who DOES know about reader's witchy skills.... not sure yet mmm..

BUT YOUVE GIVEN ME GREAT IDEAS!!! thank you for being my first ask ever !!! ill definitely write for your request, i hope u enjoy ur day/night!! <33

[overbrainrotch]

Lifeweaver x depressed!reader pt 2.

Hehe pt 2 bc I really liked the first one I made and wanted to add onto it. Hope you enjoy!!

A/N; Also, if any of you guys want to leave requests, please do!! I can’t ever write anything from the top of my head so a request goes a LONG WAY for me!! (And it’ll get more posts 4 you guys too!!)

You had slowly gotten better about taking care of yourself, but as everyone says, old habits do die hard.

Niran had been staying home more frequently to take care of you, which made you feel guilty, but he was more than happy to stay home with you.

“My love.. time to wake up.”

He nuzzled your cheek, waking you up. You had realized he had stayed home once again.

“Mm there they are..”

He hugged you tight, waking you up gently and lovingly. You didn’t want to wake up yet, groaning and trying to hide your face from the sun.

“Nooo, I made your favorite for breakfast..”

He smiled softly, knowing that was a weak spot for you. You begrudgingly got up, walking to your dining room as you ate the prepared meal for you.

It wasn’t long before you started digging in. If Niran could be anything other than he is, it would definitely be a cook.

He kept throwing half-glances your way, smiling softly when you enjoyed the meal he prepared for you.

“Is it to your liking, my love?”

You nodded, smiling wide. You didn’t know why but it seems Niran was a form of anti-depressant in itself.

Little did you know, he was getting you into a schedule that would help you in the long term. He had done his research about depression episodes and how to help them.

“Come.. I’ve made something for both of us..”

He smiled, taking your hand and leading you to the lounge. He had set up a huge pillow fort with a TV, games, snacks, and blankets. All for you two.

“Oh, Niran.. you shouldn’t have”

“Oh, but for you my love? I would do anything.”

He purred, hugging you from behind as he left soft kisses on the nape of your neck, leaving shivers down your back.

You both climbed into the pillow fort and decided to actually game for a small while, before you slowly drifted back into your daily nap-time.

Niran thought it was cute, how you needed a nap during the afternoon because your energy was so spent, but he would gladly be used as a pillow and protect you the entire time you’re asleep.

[ovwechoes]

Been going through a lot recently and my comfort characters are Lifeweaver and Symmetra, the sweetest duo!

Could I get some cute fluffy stuff from them please, if that’s okay 🪷💎 I love them both

SymmWeaver / Symmetra x Lifeweaver Drabble (SFW) thank you for the request anon c: I rly enjoyed writing this and I hope things improve for you too ^^ this isn't my best work (i've been in a mini writing slump sry) but if i feel the need to redo this in the future, I will - ANYWAYS enjoy anon! themes: close contact, university, friends/mutual pining, mentions/implications of touch avoidance, just rly fluffy and soft. word count: 1419

“I'm not even tired, are you?” Niran uttered, his smile shining through his words as he laid on his side, watching Satya's expressions carefully. Truthfully, he was drained, struggling to keep his mind clear as their shared TV played on with a bad comedy movie. But, something about the peaceful way Satya was laying on her back, watching the TV with her eyes lidden from the wine was breath-taking for him. He wouldn't dare miss out on a scene that was so beautiful to him, even if he had to keep that to himself. Niran would give anything to tell her that, remind her of how she's so effortlessly able to make his heart skip beats, and yet he couldn't bring himself to. To him, it wouldn't be worth risking their friendship over. So, his thoughts had to remain stifled, silent on his lips and loud in his mind as he waited for her response.

“Not even slightly” Satya replied, a giggle leaking through her voice as Niran watched her chest rise and fall with each motion. She knew he was tired, she always knew, and yet she couldn't help but enjoy these moments together. Niran was someone she never expected to let herself grow closer to, and she especially never expected to find herself doing new things she had once been uncomfortable even considering. But still, she found herself enjoying this long awaited night to the fullest extent - how could she not when the man laying next to her always pushed her further in life, always tested her limits and showed her that she could do more than she ever expected?

Satya's eyes might've been planted on the TV, letting the images play as her mind was becoming slugged from the wine they enjoyed before. But, in her mind, she was replaying the day's events and fondly recapping how well things went for the two of them. They hadn't been able to see each other much for a while - their exams overlapped, with their lectures being on opposite days, so there wasn't much time for the two of them to catch up, talk or enjoy one another's presence apart from the odd instances they'd be in their shared dorm together.

Tonight was their personal celebration of making it through exam season, with the two of them buying a bottle of wine each, some food and renting a movie they wouldn't have to focus entirely on, but could still enjoy together. So, it wasn't surprising to Niran that the night ended with the two of them slightly inebriated, with his bed holding their empty packets, bottles and gifts for them until the morning. Satya often scolded him for the mess of his bed, but tonight was different - her senses were dulled from the wine they shared and so, she was paying no heed to it right now, only focused on the way she felt she melted into her mattress with his warmth engulfing her under the sheets.

“Are you awake still?” Satya asked, her voice soft as she turned to look at Niran. He had let himself drift off, telling her that the night had finally come to a close. Her voice was sudden, making Niran's mind come crashing back to consciousness as he watched to see if she noticed. 

When he didn't respond, not knowing what to say or what exactly she had said, Satya took that as her cue that the night had ended now. Niran watched as she turned the TV off, switched the bedside lamp on to illuminate the room softly and gently, and tucked herself into bed facing him. Satya couldn't sleep in complete darkness, and never has been able to, so Niran wasn't going to scold her for it right now. He was too tired to, truthfully, and he was too focused on how she looked laying in front of him now.

Her hair was down and draped across the pillow in a messy way, but still somehow made her seem more sophisticated to her close friend. Niran couldn't help but let his eyes trail over the softness of her skin, the beauty spot that lay on her right cheek, and how her eyelashes complimented her so well right now. He thought she hadn't noticed how much he was observing her, analysing her details. But she had, and a part of her didn't want to stop him, for one reason or another. 

The closeness would've been suffocating for her, with anyone else. But with Niran, she felt as though she was addicted to it, in a way. Satya was used to laying beside him, never worrying about him overstepping boundaries or getting too close, even with the single bed not providing much space for the two. She appreciated that about him, and how he was careful with his space and refused to cause her discomfort with the brush of a hand, or a forceful hug when she didn't want it. A part of her wondered, though, what it would feel like. Would it be different with him? Would she be able to handle it with him? She didn't know, and that small thought in the back of her mind made her heart race with possibility.

She moved closer to Niran, testing her limits and wanting to see how he would react. The bed was against the wall, with Niran's back facing it as she faced him, so there wasn't anywhere else he could go right now. And yet, he wouldn't have moved even if he could. Deep down, Niran wanted to feel her closer too, and wouldn't complain about Satya initiating it for whatever reason. But, he couldn't stop himself from asking, checking with her about it.

“Satya?”

“I'm just cold, I thought being closer might help me.”

“I can turn our heating on if you'd like?”

“No need, I'm alright here now…” she replied, her tone soft but her words feeling rehearsed as they fell from her lips. Satya seemed to have had an excuse already lined up, not willing to let herself become vulnerable by admitting why she wanted to be closer to Niran. And yet, he was content with it. He wouldn't argue with it, and let himself believe that was the true reason as his heart swelled from the closeness they now faced with one another.

Satya's arm was lightly touching his now, their skin brushed somewhat with one another. In her mind, it was strange, new and unexpected. But, she enjoyed it. A lot. Her mind was growing used to the touch, but still craving more - it was a feeling she wasn't used to and couldn't help but feel worried by. If she indulged, she might make him uncomfortable. The way his cheeks were darkened under the dim light of the lamp, though, told her that he must be fond of it too.

Niran lay quietly, as though his body was too scared to move too fast against her closeness. He could feel her soft breaths against his cheek, and a pounding in his chest that filled his ears. He couldn't help but wonder if she knew how much her close proximity affected him - surely, she had to, when she was smiling still from ear to ear. Niran was always careful with his touch, not allowing himself to brush against her unless she initiated it first; it was something she had made clear early on in their friendship as something she didn't like. So, right now, he was stuck between confused and content emotions for the woman laying in front of him.

Satya watched as Niran's mind ticked away, something was repeating but she couldn't quite see what. His exhaustion was catching up with him, though, and she could tell he was going to be out like a bulb soon. But she couldn't help but feel as though she needed to be closer, that this small amount of touch wasn't enough.

Satya couldn't bring herself to, though, and she was left with the softness of his slightly hairy arms lingering against hers. It somehow relaxed her more, though, as she found herself drifting off with the silence of the room filling her with a peaceful feeling deep down. Satya would have truly done anything to be closer, to let herself be held by him, possibly. If only she had the courage to move closer, she thought, as she continued to watch the man who shared her feelings drift off to sleep.

[girlfox]

What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?

❛ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 , : a series of questions for the mun / the person behind the muse(s) .

OOOOH BOY. okay, is this my chance to love on some of my favorite oomfies? because i am so going to send love their way. keep in mind that everyone i follow brings me a measure of joy; if they didn't, we wouldn't be mutuals! but i'll gush about a couple people i know ooc, as well. just because i wanna spread some love.

@nihilara ( & their other blogs ) brings me legitimately so much joy, i get so excited whenever i see them on my dash. their drawings and rambles and fun interactions with others . . they're amazing. i can't speak enough good things about rhys.

@otlaw is one of my closest friends on here, too, and they're such a pillar of love and support and fun and, i just get like a puppy dog with my tail wagging when they're being active or when they follow me on their 100th new blog HAHAHA. love u leif.

@krosakis YOU DUH? dan you've been one of my favorite oomfies for an ice age at this point. i don't even know what my dash looks like without you on it . . . and i don't wanna know. having you around just feels right, like my dash is complete.

@diveyne because sabrina has been a very long time friend at this point, and has always been supportive and hyped me up like the beautiful goth princess they are. MWWWAH. their writing is also captivating and i just love it whenever it pops up on my feed.

@youthblooms and ALL of their blogs. whenever they pop up, i'm like a goldfish doing a lil happy jump out of my fish bowl bc i just know i'm about to be FED. everything they write is amazing, and i also just love their characters and them as a person in general. nams is the BEST.

@furiaei is a recent friend, but we connected pretty deeply right away and honestly i just adore their enthusiasm and drive for their character. they're also an incredibly kind person, and i'm so glad i met them.

@dvouer because while we're still getting to know each other ooc, they've been relentlessly kind and warm to me, and before we ever even spoke out of character, i've love love loved their original character venus; both them and kiwi are just absolute dolls.

@oriphical is a long time friend at this point too, i just adore bun & its infinite patience with my slow ass replies to dms. pleading emoji @ it right now. but its xiv oc and honestly every other character it writes is always beautifully done, filled with passion, and just so interesting and complex and well thought out. it's also just a very very very kind and fun individual.

@sivrit niran is THE BOMBBBBB. i love every single character he churns out, whether it's the immense love put into the lore and development of their originals, or the total passion put into writing a canon character. he's also just so kind and warm and fun to talk to, and seeing him on my dash makes me so happy.

@eatdivines EDITING THIS BECAUSE HOW DID I NOT ADD IN VAL? my brain is scrambled eggs. but seriously. i love valentine so fucking much it's not even funny; they're adorable, they're kind, they're compassionate, they're sweet and thoughtful. they also have wait more of a back bone than i ever will, and they're someone who will always have your back no matter what. for these reasons alone i love seeing val on my dash. but also? i am enthralled with their writing on ahri and in the past, kagome. their takes are so unique and interesting and god i'm living for it.

[ya-zz]

Hii! I love your work and I'm a recent follower, so I wanted to request something a little selfish for me! If it's okay, and if you're willing, could I have some headcannons with Ramattra, Genji and Lifeweaver with a deaf!reader? I'd love to hear your thoughts about how quick they would pick up on sign language, and maybe reader giving them a cute allias in sign language? Per example, instead of signing Genji ’s name letter by letter, I would simply sign "My Dragon". Again, this is an extremely specific request so if you choose to pass it on, it's completely okay! Much love to you 🌺

This was such a cute thing to write, selfish or not. I don't really see many fics or hc's out there about this sorta thing, so I am glad to write this! Hope this is what you were looking for! ♥

RAMATTRA

Ramattra never knew why you didn’t speak to him, only when someone mentioned that you couldn’t hear him did he realise the issue. 

It also explained why you never answered him. You didn’t even know he was talking.

He researched how to apologise so he could have some peace of mind. He wasn’t mad, but he did wish someone would’ve told him sooner.

He searched for any module possible to instantly talk to you. 

However, there was the issue of finding the right module. 

With the many variations of sign language, he had to find the one that matched yours. 

It took some time, but when he found the correct module, he was practically fluent in sign language, though he was still slow at talking. 

It warms his circuits the moment he first signed to you and you smiled with a sparkle in your eyes. 

His joints weren’t used to doing intricate hand signs, but over time, he got used to it. 

Day after day he would sit with you to learn how to sign efficiently. 

It was a learning curve to him, one he was grateful for as you were the one teaching him.

He was advancing in a way he had never imagined, especially with a human. 

One day while signing with him, having what seemed like a normal conversation, you had signed something he hadn’t seen before. 

It took his processors a moment to work it out and when he realised what you had signed, he chuckled, signing “thank you” towards you with a tilt of his head. 

“My omnic”.

GENJI

You had been responding to the ninja fairly well, but when you didn’t respond to his callout once, he wondered if you had ignored him. 

He approached you, a little cautious in case you were annoyed at him, but when he realised you were constantly looking at his lips, it clicked for him. 

Genji was close to you, figured you were just the quite kid, but being deaf was something he hadn’t thought about. 

He spent that night researching and practising sign language.

It was a slow process for the ninja; he was always too distracted, but he picked up words and phrases to impress you. 

Maybe a month went by before he finally managed to say a full sentence without any mistakes, but the fact that he was trying was enough for you. 

After awhile, Genji would try to learn more.

He would take online classes to make sure he was doing the correct hand movements; that he was making sense. 

Sometimes he would mess up, but that was okay.

The ninja spent his free time learning full sentences, eventually leading up to a full conversation with you.

It made you warm with happiness that he went through the effort to learn something new. 

Sign language was hard, and with Genji being constantly distracted, it only made it slower to learn and he was several months in to learning. 

Though, when you signed something to him that he had never learnt, he stumbled, thinking about it for the rest of the day before he researched what you had said. 

A genuine smile appears on his face when he learns what you called him. 

“My dragon.”

LIFEWEAVER

Niran had some knowledge of sign language prior to meeting you.

When he heard you were deaf, he was excited to speak to you, though his speech was limited. 

Seeing him interact with you was comforting, even if he did get embarrassed about his mistakes. 

He would spend most of his nights practising, relearning what he already knew and focussing on his weaker points.

Niran would always go to you for help, wanting to know if he’s signing right and what he needs to work on. 

It was like you were a tutor to him, one he felt comfortable around. 

When he wasn’t working on his biology and science, he would study some more.

There was always room for improvement. 

His mind was taken up by you, the want and need to impress you, no matter how many mistakes he made. It was all apart of the process.

Everything was going smoothly. His nightly studying was paying off and he was starting to fully understand conversation.

It only took a couple months for him to be fluent, the perks of being a fast learner but also sticking to a regime.

There was the odd occasion where he would mess up, but even you wouldn’t lie that you did it too.

He was fond of your presence, much like you were fond of his.

Niran was surprised when you signed a different name for him, one that made his cheeks flush the same pink colour.

“My lotus.”