#~Come my child stay with me I’ll protect you and your dreams. Rest my child ‘neath the tree like it’s branches reach for me (Pit)~

[liviawildrose]

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

it’s a hard pill to swallow, but sometimes, you’ve got to step into a role you never signed up for. maybe your mom wasn’t the nurturing, protective figure she was supposed to be. maybe your dad let you down in ways that left scars. maybe your friends only stuck around to take, never to give. the truth? you can’t wait for someone to come and save you. you have to become your own mother.

ask yourself:

if your child was in your shoes—stuck in a bad relationship, getting treated like crap— would you tell them, “stay”? or would you say, “you deserve better than this”?

if your child was chasing their dreams but struggling, would you mock them? no. you’d guide them, push them to be their best. you’d discipline them with love and cheer them on with pride. now, apply that same energy to yourself.

be that mom who says: “get your shit together because you deserve the best life possible.”

but also the mom who says: “it’s okay to rest, i’ve got your back, and i’m proud of you.”

start showing up for yourself the way you needed someone to show up for you. and yes, it’s sad. sad that we even have to do this. but it’s also empowering to realize you can.

personally, here’s my story.

my mom never cared to take my pictures as a kid nor cared if a haircut made me happy or not, it was literally everything up to her convenience. it hurts now because i would’ve loved to look back and see those memories. but i don’t have them. i can count the photos of my childhood—20 pictures in 17 years. insane, right? so, i made a promise to myself: from now on, i will document my life. i won’t delete my photos. i’ll make sure there’s a record of who i was, what i felt, what i achieved. and when i have kids? you bet i’ll take pictures of them. i’ll curate their childhood with care because i know what it feels like to not have that.

but being your own mother isn’t just about the pictures or the memories. it’s about analyzing everything you missed out on and providing it for yourself now. it’s about being selfless enough to let go of bad habits that hold you back. it’s about kicking toxic people out of your life the way a mom would protect her child from bad influences. it’s about prioritizing your healing, even if it’s messy and uncomfortable. you have to heal your inner child. that 5-year-old who was bullied, that 13-year-old who was treated like shit in her first relationship, that 7-year-old who dreamed big but was told she couldn’t they’re all still inside you, waiting for someone to nurture them. and unfortunately, no one else is going to do it for you. no one else is going to come and fix the damage.

i made a pact with myself: when i have kids, i will raise them so well that they won’t ever need to “heal their inner child” at 17 or 18. they’ll be whole. they’ll be loved. they’ll know their worth from the start. but for now, i’m doing that for myself. and you need to do it for yourself too. because at the end of the day, the only way to heal is to become the person you needed all along. become your own mother.

what is the inner child?

the “inner child” is the part of you that holds your early experiences, memories, and emotions. it’s the 5-year-old you who loved to laugh but was scolded for being “too much.” it’s the 10-year-old you who dreamed big but felt dismissed. it’s the teen you who felt heartbreak for the first time but didn’t know how to process it. your inner child carries the wounds, fears, and unmet needs from your past, but also your natural creativity, curiosity, and joy. healing your inner child means reconnecting with this version of yourself, giving it the love and understanding it never received, and releasing the pain it has carried for years.

how do you heal your inner child?

1. journaling: dialogue with your inner child

dedicate a journal specifically to your inner child. write letters to them, like:

“dear [your name at 5/7/13], i remember when you felt [insert memory]. i’m sorry you went through that, but i’m here now, and i’ve got you.”

let your inner child respond. write as if you’re that younger version of yourself—pour out your fears, dreams, and questions. this process can uncover emotions and patterns you didn’t realize were affecting you.

2. therapy: safe exploration with a professional

a therapist (especially one trained in inner child work) can help you identify wounds and patterns from childhood. they’ll guide you in understanding how your upbringing shaped your beliefs about yourself and the world. therapy also gives you tools to reframe those beliefs and meet your emotional needs.

watch “dear zindagi” lol

3. look at old photos and memories

revisit old photos, journals, or artwork from your childhood. don’t just look at them—analyze them. (i wish i could d this but im stuck with 20 photos so… 😭) what do you notice in your younger self’s eyes, body language, or expression?

• ask yourself:

• what was i feeling here?

• did i feel safe? loved? excited? scared?

• what did i need in this moment that i didn’t get?

• use this reflection to understand your inner child’s unmet needs.

4. create new positive memories

your inner child is still alive within you, and they crave fun, love, and freedom. do things your younger self would’ve loved but never got to do: buy yourself a toy you always wanted. go to an amusement park or build a pillow fort. dance around your room like no one’s watching. this isn’t childish it’s healing.

5. practice reparenting

treat yourself as if you were your own child. when you feel sad or scared, don’t ignore it.

ask yourself: what do i need right now? and give it to yourself.

be the loving, supportive, and protective parent your inner child deserved.

6. identify triggers and patterns

notice when you’re acting out of a place of childhood wounds.

for example: do you get overly anxious when someone’s mad at you? do you seek validation in toxic relationships? trace these behaviors back to your childhood.

were you taught that love is conditional? did you have to “earn” attention by being perfect? once you identify the root, you can start rewiring your responses.

7. inner child meditations and visualizations

find a quiet space and imagine your inner child sitting across from you. visualize yourself comforting them, hugging them, and telling them they’re safe. remind them: “you don’t have to be scared anymore. i’m here for you.”

8. nurture yourself daily

make self-care non-negotiable. eat foods you love, sleep well, move your body, and spend time doing things that make you happy. when you treat yourself with care, you show your inner child they’re worth it.

9. forgive

healing isn’t about excusing those who hurt you. it’s about releasing the hold they have over you so you can move forward. write a forgiveness letter—not for them, but for yourself. (they don’t deserve the love i’m sorry)

“i release the pain you caused me so it doesn’t control me anymore.”

10. promise to break the cycle

vow to yourself (and your future children if you want them) just cause your grandma bleed on your mom and then your mom passed it to you does not mean you will make your future kids life miserable too. the generational trauma must break with you. your future child does not deserve it and so your inner child protect you inner child and when you have a child of your own be the best mother possible, i personally would love to make my future kids childhood so memorable and happy that they will feel the need to comeback and relive their childhood that’s the kind of childhood i want to give them

“i will not let this pain define me. i will create a life of love, joy, and freedom.”

healing your inner child isn’t easy, but it’s life-changing.when you reconnect with that innocent, wounded part of yourself, you’ll find that the love and peace you’ve been searching for has always been within you.

11. foster your inner child’s dreams

when you were a child, your dreams weren’t influenced by fear, rejection, or societal pressures. you dreamed with your heart wide open, purely and authentically. reconnecting with those dreams can heal the part of you that felt unheard or invalidated back then.

a. reflect on your childhood aspirations

• sit down and ask yourself:

• what did i want to be when i was 5? 10? 13?

• what made me happiest back then?

• what did i lose interest in because someone told me i wasn’t good enough?

• write down every dream, no matter how “unrealistic” it seems.

hint: those childhood dreams often point to your soul’s calling.

b. start chasing those dreams now

• even if your dreams have evolved, find ways to honor the essence of them.

• wanted to be a singer at 13? start singing lessons or recording yourself.

• wanted to help people? explore careers like psychology, teaching, or coaching.

• don’t hold back.

it’s not about being perfect, it’s about reconnecting with the passion your younger self had.

c. create small wins for your inner child

• maybe 8-year-old you always wanted to paint but never got the supplies. buy yourself a beginner’s set and paint, even if it’s messy.

• maybe 6-year-old you wanted to be a dancer. take a fun dance class and twirl like no one’s watching.

• small wins send the message to your inner child that they are finally being prioritized.

e. validate your inner child’s feelings and failures

• remind yourself:

“it’s okay that 10-year-old me struggled with making friends. i was just a child trying my best.”

• instead of shaming yourself for past actions, honor them.

every mistake was a step toward becoming the incredible person you are now.

f. use your dreams to shape your future

• your childhood passions aren’t just hobbies—they’re roadmaps to your authentic self.

• align your current goals with your inner child’s desires.

• if 7-year-old you dreamed of making people smile, maybe your career or side hustle should reflect that.

• if 12-year-old you loved storytelling, find ways to write, act, or share your voice.

fostering your inner child’s dreams doesn’t just heal the past—it builds a future that feels authentic to you. every time you take a step toward those dreams, you’re telling your inner child: “you were always worthy. your dreams always mattered. and now, i’m making them come true for you.”

[dark-l-angel]

hi!! I saw that you accept request, so I have an idea. It's not really a creative one but I'm obsessed with clingy Jason Todd 😭😭 so I was thinking if you can maybe (please🙏) write something where reader needs to go to work but Jason stops reader because he's needy. Do you get it😭😭

Thank you!

-G.A.

A/N: needy, whiny, bed-hogging Jason who clings like a big heat-emitting emotional weighted blanket telling you to quit that damned job that keeps you away from HIM? YES.. I've been waiting for this moment..

Clingy jason Todd x Reader

Clingy jason, reader is tired of their job. Everything else is fluff

The sun had barely risen. Pale gold light filtered through the curtains you swore you closed the night before, and the shrill alarm on your phone had already gone off.. twice. You were late.

You groaned and shifted, trying to sit up, but you didn’t get far.

There it was. That arm. That damn arm.. muscular, warm, and currently locked like a steel bar across your waist.

"Jason..." you warned softly, already knowing the game he was playing.

He didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. His only response was a muffled grunt into the crook of your neck, his nose nudging against your skin like a sleepy, stubborn dog refusing to move. You could feel his scruff, slightly overgrown, tickling your jaw.

"Jay, I have to go," you tried again, wiggling just enough to reach the edge of the bed.

"Mm-mm" he muttered, holding tighter. "Call in."

"I can’t just call in every time you get clingy-"

"You say that like it’s not a perfectly valid reason.." he interrupted, voice gravelly and deep from sleep. "Tell them your husband is a needy bastard and he’ll literally die if you leave him in this cold, cruel world alone."

You turned just enough to catch his expression.

Eyes still half-lidded, hair sticking up on one side, and that little pout forming on his lips. He looked like trouble disguised as a Greek god wrapped in a blanket burrito. Holding you in one arm while the other hugged a cute pink mochi-cat plushie.

"Jay..." you said again, but this time it was harder to fight the smile tugging at your lips.

He cracked one eye open. "What if I’m cold? You gonna leave your poor man here all defenseless and shivering while you run off to.. what.. type emails?"

"Not defenseless," you snorted. "You have guns, Jason... There's one inside that cat plushie.. and one under our pillows.. and another two in each of the nightstands jay.. "

He chuckled "And yet none of them keep me as warm as you.. and THAT JOB? It’s draining you. And I hate it. I hate seeing you come home exhausted, giving them all your time when I could be giving you everything... I don't fuckin know why you're still insisting on working when i can work instead.."

You looked down at your phone.. the messages of your coworker asking about why you're late..

Jason continued "I don’t want you breaking your back just to survive. I want you to be safe, healthy and happy. I didn’t crawl out of the damn Pit, rebuild my whole damn life, just to watch the woman I FUCKIN love so damn much struggle.. SO.. quit. Stay home. Sleep in. Read your books. Take long baths. Buy shit loads of brands, makeup and skincare... Hell, start that little dream project you've been putting off. I’ll handle the rest. I'm the man in this relationship.. the one who protects, provides, and handles the weight. And my baby? Her only job is to Be soft. Be spoiled. Be mine. You doesn’t ask for luxury.. you expects it. And I make damn sure you get it.. while you.. you? You just focus on looking pretty, being yourself, and let me give you the life you were born to live."

You got beaten quite badly.. yet you rolled your eyes yet you almost couldn't contain your smile. "You’re being ridiculous."

"You like ridiculous. It’s part of my charm. Now shut up and cuddle me."

He tugged you back down with very little effort, pulling your face into his chest and throwing a thigh over your hip like a greedy child with a favorite stuffed animal. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your cheek, and his scent.. warm, woodsy, something expensive you could never pronounce.. made it that much harder to resist.

"...Five more minutes," you mumbled into his skin.

Jason smirked, victorious. "That’s my girl."

And five minutes somehow turned into 2hrs. You didn’t even feel bad.

Ps: i really needed to see someone write jason with that speech 🫠💕

"yeah babe... maybe I'll quit". And like that.. his bby girl never came to work again ✨ and she lived happily in her husband's muscular arms forever 💖

[ak319]

Lovesick bubbly hubby x fem reader

ミ☆Headcanon#3𓏲

(Warnings: Contains mpreg (bxg pairing, YES, boy x fem reader), and matriarchal themes/gender role reverse so don't interact if you are not comfortable!! ‎♡‧₊˚)

♥︎ Headcanon #2

🍭"Narin, just one more paragraph, c'mon. Then we can go get some ice cream."

"You know, you're the cruellest wife anyone could have. Making me do assignments in this condition."

"What condition? You're fine, Narin. You're not even the one typing your essay. Just one more paragraph, c'mon, you can do it." He acts as if he's in his last months, when he’s only three weeks in. After another exaggerated sigh, he finally gave in, and you closed the laptop with relief.

"It's your last semester. Just get it done, and then your lifelong dream of staying home will come true."

"Are you taking me out for that ice cream or not?" You chuckled, getting up and offering him a hand. "Let's go."

Narin finally got what he wanted after so long, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to pull him out of university. Still, the thought of becoming a father—of your child—filled him with uncontrollable excitement. He just prayed that your family wouldn’t cast an evil eye on the baby. Hmph! Lost in thought, he unconsciously placed his hands over his stomach as you drove, unaware of the silent storm brewing within him.

Meanwhile, your mind was all over the place. First, an unexpected husband, and now a child on the way?! You couldn't stop worrying about the future. You never imagined yourself as a mother, especially not with a husband like Narin, who could barely take care of himself. Maybe he would mature once the baby was born... or would you just have two kids to look after instead? How did this even happen? Weren’t you both careful? Wasn’t he taking pills, too? Well, it didn’t matter now. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, hands protectively resting on his stomach, looking content and as happy as ever. You sighed and decided to put on some music to drown out the spiralling thoughts. Soon enough, you both reached the ice cream shop.

Months passed, and Narin’s university days came to an end. It had been three months into his pregnancy when one day, you came home to find him curled up on the sofa with Prince. There was no usual excitement, no running up to greet you like he always did.

🍭"Narin? You okay? Is something wrong?" By now, the panic in your voice was impossible to hide. You gently made him sit up, cupping his face, and your heart sank as you saw his puffy, red eyes. He was still sniffling, avoiding your gaze, his usual brightness nowhere to be found.

"Narin? You're making me worried. Tell me, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-just-what if you... leave me?! Does your family think I'm not competent enough to bear your child?! Because I feel like it!" His voice cracked with emotion, and you could hear the frustration in every word. Where was all this anger coming from?

"What are you talking about? Who said that?! And why on earth would I leave you?" You could feel your own heart racing. Narin might be childish and immature at times, but he was still your husband, and you cared for him deeply even more so now. Why couldn’t he see that?

"I would never abandon you. Never, you or our child."

"What if it’s a boy? Like me?!" His voice trembled with insecurity, his eyes wide with fear. It was clear the pregnancy hormones were heightening all his worries. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. He needed your reassurance more than ever now.

"Then we’ll love him just the same, Narin. Just like I love you." He finally looked into your eyes.

"Listen, Narin baby. You’re very, very important to me. I love you and our future child, no matter if they’re a boy or a girl. I just want you both to be healthy, and my family wants the same. No one is doubting you, and if they are--just tell me their name. I’ll have a talk with them myself. Now, tell me, did someone say anything to you?"

He shook his head sincerely.

"Then?" you asked gently, stroking his hair.

"I... just had these thoughts..." he whispered, voice trembling slightly. He grasped your collar tightly, his body now almost in your lap. "You won’t leave, right?"

"Never." You held him closer, your voice firm with reassurance, and yet he needed more. He needed to drown in that reassurance, to feel it in every part of his being. You held him tighter, but it still didn’t feel close enough. "And don’t let these thoughts ruin your mood or stress you out. You hear me? Promise me, you won’t."

He nodded, but this time he clung to you like a lifeline, his fingers tightening in your shirt. "Promise," he whispered, his heart racing. He knew that you were not going to leave him but he just wanted to make sure and...was bored. Damn, he can be a really good actor if he wants to but in all seriousness, it's important to remind you that he is now your everything, your new family. In his head, there was no room for doubt. You belonged to him, and no one else could ever come between you two.... and now three of you. Not now, not ever.

In his eyes, the most delightful thing is making you run for whatever he craves, even if it’s the middle of the night or a drive to another town just to get a snack he tried once. He revels in the fact that you’ll do anything for him, and he takes immense pride in bragging about how caring and romantic his wife is. He squeals with childlike excitement when you’re out fulfilling his whims, loving how dreamy and devoted you are.

But lately, there’s a shadow of sadness in his eyes as he watches you work harder than ever. You’ve started a new venture with your friend, and it’s consuming more of your time and energy.

🍭"You should take a break now," he said, plopping down next to you on the couch and peering over your shoulder at your laptop. His tone was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath his playful words. "I don’t want to be a widower in this condition." You jerked your head towards him in shock at his bluntness. It was classic Narin--his naive habit of saying whatever came to mind without fully thinking it through. You just sighed, shaking your head at his antics.

"I’m not dying here, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be done in a few minutes."

"Why are you even doing this?! Isn’t your salary enough-"

"No, it’s not enough. Certainly not for the future when the kid is going to grow up and go to school and stuff." Narin grumbled, leaning his head against your chest with a sigh. He was like a needy kitten, wanting your comfort and attention, and the warmth of your chest made him feel a little safer. 'As disciplined and farsighted as ever. So fucking hot.' Well, he is kind of glad too, now that you are working so much, you rarely have time to visit your own family. Hehe. That's right wifey, work for me and your child now, our child.

"Yeah, you’re right. And also, it’s not like we’re going to have only one, right? I was a single child, so I want more than one kid. Got it?" Your hands paused momentarily over the keyboard.

"Um--yeah, but focus on this one for now..." Narin’s smile widened as he traced his finger lightly across your chest. "Oki! Our kids are going to be the prettiest and the smartest!"

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as worries about the future tugged at the edges of your thoughts. "Of course," you replied softly, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before returning to your work. In that moment, the presence of each other made the stress feel a little more bearable.

@mel-vaz 🍭

[theeternalwomb]

your first time alone with your spouse 🖤

I finally sorted out a content schedule for my tarot readings, Instagram page, and TikTok account so I’ll be posting large tarot readings every other day, and in the days in between I’ll be posting things like channeled messages from your person and three card pulls over on my Instagram and TikTok. If you don’t follow me on my Instagram account already go check it out, @cookiefacetarot where I post channeled messages from your person, divine masculine and divine feminine channeled messages, divine masculine and divine feminine energy updates and affirmations for those of you who are in high-level soul mate connections or twin flame connections. I’ll also be doing mini-channeled messages from Spirit as well as horoscope forecasts on Mondays. I love you so much, thanks for reading this little blurb before I get into the reading! 🖤

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i.

I'm so excited about these readings, I can feel the love and the energy entering the room. 🥹

This person is going to spend a lot of money to make this night extra special, they may go the extra mile to figure out where you're going to go, where you’re going to honeymoon, they’re going to be thinking about the food, the music, it’ll be a whole production. I’m also hearing spirit telling me that you’re not going to want to make a spectacle of your marriage or your wedding night right away. There’s something specific coming through for a handful of you about the things you’re going to achieve with this person or the moments you’re gonna share together that you’ll want to wait to share with the world because you never want to take something that’s developing or is meant to be protected and give everyone access to it right away. Your first pregnancy you’ll probably want to wait a while to announce. Your engagement you’ll probably want to keep a secret for a while or at least until you guys are married, you guys may marry very quickly because you guys just can’t wait. I’m hearing “private until it’s permanent”

I see this person not making quick moves or even having any particular intentions toward you or expectations for this wedding night. We all know what goes on between a couple on the night of the wedding but I see this person really wanting to slow down and enjoy your energy and enjoy the energy that comes with being married. The sun card in reverse talks about one’s inner child. You may have known this person for a long time here or had a very long process of coming into union with this person once and for all and this is such a wish fulfillment for them and they could’ve dreamed of the day you were married a long time. This person values you, they want to spend time with you. I’m hearing “Life isn’t near long enough a sentence to be with you.” If this person could they would ask for more time when it was their time to pass on so they could spend it with you. This person adores you, this person wants to go where you go.

I see this person going out of their way to use their connections and resources to make this night as special as they envisioned it to be. They’ve been manifesting a long-term commitment with you for a long time and then getting it is proof they're meant for something in this life or that the universe loves them I’m hearing. This person fully intends to sit with you and enjoy you all night long. I hear you guys staying up all night together and talking about your memories, laughing, genuinely enjoying your time together, and shifting into the energy that will be there and be shared within your life together. There’s genuine love here, genuine affection, and support. This person couldn’t be happier and they may tell you this that night. You guys could share a lot of intimate embraces this night as well. Feeling each other's skin, feeling each other's touch in deep profound ways because you know that the worst is over and your time to be together and spend the rest of your lives together has finally arrived. I’m hearing “At Last” by Etta James but particularly Beyoncé’s version because I prefer it. When you’re really in love you listen to Beyoncé’s version. When it’s bittersweet and you want to cry a little you listen to Etta’s version.

This night will give the two of you the space and the time to finally be done with any heartbreak and really truly put the past behind you and rejoice now that your connection is harmonious and has reached the point the two of you’d been wishing for and working towards all along. This connection will be so harmonious and you guys will compliment one another so well and empower one another that this single connection will birth an entirely new reality for the two of you. Enlightening the both of you spiritually, giving the two of you the power to join forces and go after life as a unit and bring prosperity and abundance most people could not even dream of. You and this person will be a power couple or may even grow to do something that will help many people. Individually and together. There couldn’t be a better match.

This Union will bring about such powerful change and enlightenment and alignment for the two of you. Bringing about the release of any self-limiting beliefs and fears. I’m hearing once the two of you are open, you’ll remain that way. Your higher selves belong to one another, you’ll feed off of each other's energies, ideas, courage, and love.

You’ll be rich together. In love and in finances.

The months of August and September as well as the fall and winter months and those seasons may be significant to you or connection. 🍂

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ii.

This person wants to love you down pile two. I see this person planning a really intimate and romantic wedding night with you. They know they want to make love to you. I’m also getting you’re going to look so good on your wedding day that this person is going to want to get hot and heavy as soon as you guys get in the door. This person is so passionate about you. And not in a negative way like that’s all they see you as but they’re so passionate about you, nobody turns them on like you do and they’ll instantly be ready to show you just how much. With the fool card in reverse they could’ve been holding back all day or for a really long time, the two of you could’ve waited till marriage to be intimate or could’ve abstained from sex for a little while while you were waiting to be married.

This person has very romance novel esc fantasies about you lol they may enjoy romance novels or enjoy romance as a genre as a whole. And I think this person feels as though they’d be taking a risk by coming towards you in this way or revealing how much they desire you to you pile two. You may not have ever seen this person in this light or seen how passionate they can be or what the other side of them is like. This person could be like night and day. Very sweet on the surface, very passionate and sexual within. You may not have had a lot of sex with this person, your relationship could’ve been really emotionally intimate or really heavily influenced by emotions and just being sweet and gentle with this person but this person desires you in ways you don’t know the real scope of I’m getting. This person craves being one with you and I think that their sexually charged energy is really a deep desire to be extremely close to you and become one.

This person wants to feel deeply connected with you and on your wedding night, they will. You’re this person's ten of cups. You’re this person's true divine love and harmonious connection. This person knows your the one and has known it for a long time and the way they see it, no matter the distance, no matter what happens, you’ll always be their person and they’ll always love you no matter what. The wish fulfillment of being wed to you only makes them wish to be close to you more, which only makes them happier. This person could really like it when you do things for them or really enjoys it when you take care of them, it makes them feel incredibly special and loved. This would be the person who would take care of you for the rest of your days just to return the smallest gesture you did for them like three years ago, January 2nd at 3:30 pm because they love you so much.

This persons feels indebted to you for the rest of their life just because you exist and it’s an honor to be indebted to you in their eyes. The appreciation and devotion this person has with you is truly unmatched. I’m hearing “I wouldn’t rather be any place else or with anybody else.” This person could’ve told you this before or had been telling you this for a long time.

This person has never had to think about if you were the one or not or question their love for you. They’ve always felt safe by you, they’ve always wanted nothing more than to be loved by you.

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iii.

I see you getting everything you deserve on your wedding night pile three, you could even be nervous or unaware of a surprise or something that's being prepared for you behind the scenes by your partner but it'll be everything you could ever wish for. You could be heavily manifesting a specific outcome but your person really has your back and they’ll come through for you. You may not have met the person you’re going to marry yet but this person is going to invest so much time into really getting to know you and really studying you. This person will be so incredibly romantic and creative. This person knows what you need. You may even be stressed out while planning the wedding or on the day of the wedding and you may even have conflicts with others, guests, a mother-in-law, a father-in-law, or even have some disagreements with your partner about what is that you want to do but I’m hearing that this person knows you beyond your fears and they may even know you better than you know yourself and when they come to the rescue and plan things out for you you always really enjoy what they’ve put together even if you were worried about it in the beginning.

You could be really particular about things and sometimes indecisive but this person knows you so well that they bring your deepest manifestations to fruition without you even having to communicate what you need and what you want. This person completes you, the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. I’m hearing this person is going to make your wedding night extremely relaxing for you and make your honeymoon extremely relaxing. They may draw you a bath the first night, help you take your shoes off, or help you take down your hair, take the clips out of your hair, and get unready. This person will help you decompress before they help themselves decompress because in this person's mind their purpose is to make sure you’re cared for and happy. No ask is too big for this person.

You may have trouble in your love life or have had bad experiences with relationships and not getting everything you deserve but this person isn’t going to be like that for you and that’s why you’re marrying them because this person will show up and prove to you how worthy you are of care and affection without you having to ask for it or compromise. This person would never let anyone hurt you, and they would never hurt you. I hear they’d do a good job of standing up for you and showing the world and everyone else how much they love and appreciate you. You’re a top priority to this person. There’s nobody better. There’s nobody more worthy. You may cry a lot or be someone who is very emotionally driven and very easily stressed out or moved and this person will be the most perfect support system. I’m hearing you don’t need any more friends and family lol this person IS friends and family.

This person moves mountains and any blockages out of your way. This person is very passionate about you. Whatever they can do to make your life soft and easy they will. I’m hearing “spoiled.” This person is going to spoil you and really make sure you feel overly loved and safe. Especially heard and seen. You may have grown up being ignored or invalidated constantly by parents, family members, or even friends and this person is going to allow your inner child to heal and allow you to shed the limiting idea that you’re really not truly worth being listened to or that other peoples needs are more important than yours. You’re the whole world to this person, you could not ask for a bigger role in this person's life.

This person is going to be very gentle and patient with you. Any time you have a hard time expressing yourself, they’re going to be there to help you and understand what’s going on. Anytime you’re stressed out and can’t handle the weight of something they're going to be there to carry it with you. This person is going to allow you to be able to pause and release things and receive effortlessly. Don't settle. This person will come.

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Beautiful piles today, these were all very sweet and emit such strong energy of safety and stability and I can’t help but be happy for everyone lol I love you. Thankyou for coming to visit me, make sure you come back soon and bring your loved ones. If you’d like to book a personal reading with me you could find my booking link in my Instagram bio. Thank you. 🖤

[shadyfestivalperfection]

The Forever You Forgot ~6

Summery: A six year old girl named Nadia Barnes born with a condition called 65 roses uncovers the story on how her dad-Bucky Barnes met her missing mother by narrating her the story and nothing remains the same after Nadia finds out the truth about her mother.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Note:This story is based on the movie ‘Hi papa’. This story is like what if Bucky Barnes was in this situation that the male and female lead faced in the movie ‘Hi papa’. To be honest I am absolutely obsessed with this movie and I could help but write a Bucky Barnes version of it. I would totally recommend everyone to watch this movie and get some tissues with you before you start watching.

||Master List||

Chapter 6: A Daughter Born, A Dream Broken

(Flashback-6 years ago)

(Author’s POV)

Two months had passed since Bucky and N/M/n decided to try for a baby. Now, she stood in the bathroom, heart pounding, staring at the small plastic test in her trembling hands. Two pink lines. Positive.

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over as she let out a shaky breath. She placed a gentle hand over her still-flat stomach, a wave of pure joy washing over her. “There’s a life inside me.”

A familiar voice broke her moment of solitude.

“Doll? I’m home!”

Bucky’s voice carried through their home, filled with warmth. Quickly wiping her tears, she ran down the stairs, her heart hammering in her chest. He stood in the living room, eyebrows furrowed in concern when he saw her tear-streaked face.

“What’s wrong?” He stepped closer, cupping her face. “Were you crying?”

N/M/n bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement. “Close your eyes and give me your hand.”

His brows furrowed further. “Why?”

“Just trust me.”

Bucky huffed but obeyed, extending his hand. N/M/n carefully placed the pregnancy test in his palm. He opened his eyes, gaze locking onto the test. The silence stretched between them, heavy with anticipation.

His voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper. “Are you pregnant?” His blue eyes flicked to hers, wide with disbelief. “Am I gonna be a father?”

A grin broke across her face, tears slipping down again. “Yes.”

A moment later, she was in his arms, lifted off the ground as Bucky spun her around. Laughter and happy tears filled the room—pure, unfiltered joy unlike anything they had ever known.

(Seven Months Later)

N/M/n sat on the couch, her swollen belly stretching beneath her shirt. Bucky lay with his head on her lap, his large hand resting protectively over her stomach.

“Hi, little princess,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against the bump. “I can’t wait for you to come out. I already love you so much.”

N/M/n chuckled, running her fingers through his hair. “Princess? It could be a prince, you know.”

Bucky smirked. “Nope. I have a feeling. It’s a girl.”

They had chosen not to find out the baby’s gender—wanting it to be a surprise—but Bucky was convinced.

Her pregnancy had been smooth so far, filled with soft mornings, late-night cravings, and whispered conversations with their unborn child. Everything was perfect.

But no one could have predicted what was coming.

(Sam’s POV)

Bucky stood at the door, his backpack slung over his shoulder. His expression was torn, fingers tightening around the strap.

“I don’t wanna go,” he muttered. “I can call SHIELD and tell them I can’t make it. I should stay with you.”

N/M/n rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, Bucky. Just go. They need you, and I’ll be fine. Sam’s here.”

“Yeah, man, I got this,” I added. “She’s not having the baby today. You’ll be back in three days.”

Bucky exhaled sharply, clearly reluctant. He crouched down, pressing one last kiss to N/M/n’s belly. “I’ll be back soon, my loves.”

And with that, he left.

The next two days were a blast. N/M/n and I spent time brainstorming baby names, watching terrible reality shows, and indulging in her interesting pregnancy cravings.

“Sam is a pretty gender-neutral name, you know,” I said casually.

“I am not naming my child after you.” She didn’t even hesitate.

“Why not?”

She ignored me, standing up to grab yet another snack from the kitchen. It was the fourth time in an hour.

I had just turned on the TV when I heard it— a sharp, agonizing scream.

Heart pounding, I ran to the kitchen. N/M/n was doubled over, gripping the counter, her face twisted in pain. A wet patch spread beneath her feet.

Oh, shit.

“Bunny—”

She gasped, eyes wild with panic. “Sam… it’s too early…”

I didn’t waste another second. I grabbed my keys, scooping her into my arms and rushing to the car.

As I sped to the hospital, I dialed Bucky.

He picked up on the second ring. “Hey, what’s up?”

“It’s N/M/n.” My voice was urgent, breathless. “She’s in labor. It’s early, Buck. You need to get back—now.”

A sharp intake of breath. Then silence.

“I’m on my way.”

The line went dead.

And I drove faster.

(Bucky’s POV)

I barely felt my feet hit the ground as I ran through the hospital doors. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths coming too fast, too shallow. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my lungs as my eyes frantically searched the hallway.

Then I saw him—Sam, standing with a doctor, their expressions unreadable.

I stopped in front of them, my pulse roaring in my ears.

Sam met my gaze, his voice gentle. “It’s a girl, Bucky.”

My heart stuttered. A girl. My daughter.

I turned to rush toward the hospital room, but Sam reached out, stopping me with a firm grip on my arm.

“Bucky, wait.” His voice was strained. “This is Dr. Black. He needs to talk to you.”

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The doctor’s words replayed in my head over and over as I made my way to the NICU waiting room.

“Your daughter was born with a condition called cystic fibrosis. It’s a fatal genetic disease, and it’s already affecting her lungs. She’s in the NICU, in an incubator. We’re doing everything we can, but her condition is critical.”

My body felt numb, as if I weren’t really walking but floating through some cruel nightmare.

I reached the NICU, pushing open the door.

N/M/n stood in front of the glass, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes locked on the tiny, fragile figure inside the incubator.

She didn’t turn when she spoke. Her voice trembled, raw with grief.

“You’re here?” Her breath hitched. “Look at her, Bucky. They say she has a lung disease. They say she won’t survive.” Her shoulders shook. “I can’t even tell if she looks like you or me. They wouldn’t let me hold her. They said if I tried to feed her, she might stop breathing.”

She finally turned to face me, her face streaked with tears. Anguish twisted her features as her voice rose, cracking with devastation.

“You promised me, didn’t you?” She shoved at my chest, her small hands hitting me weakly, but with all the force of her heartbreak. “You said this would be the best decision of our lives! You said she would bring us joy! Why? Why is this happening, Bucky?”

Her knees buckled, and I caught her, sinking to the cold floor with her in my arms. She sobbed into my chest, and I held her tighter, pressing my face into her hair as my own tears fell.

The room was silent except for the sound of our grief.

(Days Later)

We came home without our baby.

N/M/n hadn’t spoken to me since we left the hospital. She spent all day in bed, curled up in silence, staring at the wall. She barely ate. Barely moved.

Sam tried to coax her out of it, telling her things would get better. But I could see it in her eyes—she didn’t believe him. Neither did I.

Every day, we went back to the NICU to check on Nadia. The doctors kept giving us the same update. She’s getting worse.

One night, N/M/n called her mother. I didn’t hear the conversation, but when she hung up, she didn’t say a word to me.

(Two Months Later)

Nadia was still in the NICU.

N/M/n sat across the waiting room, as far from me as possible. She hadn’t looked at me in hours. Maybe longer.

Sam walked in, glancing between us before sighing. “Bucky, take her home. She’s been sitting here since yesterday. A change of scenery might help. I stay here with Nadia.”

I hesitated, but nodded. Maybe he was right. Maybe she just needed to get away for a little while.

The rain pounded against the windshield as I drove, the wipers swiping back and forth in a rhythmic blur.

N/M/n sat beside me, staring blankly out the window, her face void of emotion. She hadn’t spoken a word since we left the hospital.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. The silence was suffocating.

“It’s been two months since you talked to me.” My voice was hoarse, desperate. “Trust me, love. Nothing will happen to Nadia. Everything will be fine.”

I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Please, doll. Just talk to me. Just once.”

She didn’t move. Didn’t blink. The streetlights flickered against her face, highlighting the hollow look in her eyes.

Then, finally, she spoke.

Her voice was cold. Empty.

“I wish I never went to Budapest.”

I stiffened. My knuckles turned white against the wheel.

“I wish I never met you.”

The breath left my lungs.

“I wish I never fell in love with you.”

A sharp pain bloomed in my chest.

“I wish I never married you.”

My vision blurred. My grip on the wheel tightened.

“When you talked about having kids, I wish I had said no.”

I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the crushing weight of her words.

But then—

“I wish Nadia was never born to me.”

-to be continued

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

10: I'm Packing Up My Pie and Leaving

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Toriel’s behavior has been a little strange after returning from hanging out with Napstablook.

For starters…

”Wha-Hey, why are you packing away my stuff??” You ask frantically, running into your room.

Is this it? Is she finally bored of you and kicking you out? You’re not going to lie, you just assumed you would live the rest of your days with Toriel. MAYBE that would’ve changed if Frisk decided to show up, but MAYBE. You didn’t expect to come home to see Toriel in your room, packing up your clothes in a suitcase.

You thought… You thought when she called you her child, that she meant it. That when she showed you her soul, and she accepted yours, that it meant she actually cared about you the way you genuinely cared for her.

The goat monster stands up hastily, turning around to look at you with wide eyes. “[Y/n]…! I didn’t expect you to be back so soon-”

Her words get caught in her throat at your rapidly growing tears.

”No, no. Just… tell me what I need to do to change, okay?” Your voice wavers as your tears fall easily down your cheeks, “Just tell me what it is, and I’ll do it.”

“[Y/n]-”

”No, Tori. You make me happy.” Your chest heaves at your attempt to withhold a sob,  “Please don’t throw me away.”

Soft, warm arms pull you into an embrace. Your face is tucked in the crook of Toriel’s soft neck as her arms hold you tight.

“No, no! Oh, my sweet child, I’m not throwing you away-I’m not getting rid of you,” Her soul aches at your rapidly spiraling thoughts, she couldn’t bear seeing you cry and being the reason why. “Oh, [Y/n]. Please do not cry, it’s not what it seems.”

Your hands clutch at the fabric on the back of her dress, “But… But why are you…?”

“I had planned to sit you down to talk to you about it, but you came back so soon,” Toriel gently redirects you to the bed, doing her best not to trip since she doesn’t want to let you go. “I just… We need to address your stay here, specifically in the Ruins.”

You pull away finally once you two are sitting down. Your face is hot in slight embarrassment and shame from crying so easily. Your period ended yesterday, but you’re still allowed to blame it, right?

“I know that you’re adamant about staying here, and from the depths of my soul, it means so much to me that you want to stay with me,” She wipes your teary eyes with her sleeves, “But you and I both know you’re getting rather depressed staying here already.”

You grimace at her blunt words, but say nothing to refute them because she’s right.

”You will remain unhappy if you are trapped here. The Ruins are very small once you get used to them. As much as I am hesitant about it, I think it would be in your best interest if perhaps you finally venture out of this place.” Toriel smiles, squishing your cheeks slightly with her fuzzy hands, “That’s not to say you’re not allowed to come back. I very much would like it if you would visit from time to time, and call every once in a while.”

”What’s even past the Ruins?” You ask like a fake bitch because you know damn well.

”There’s a small town called Snowdin. Last I remember is that it’s not very populated, and the folks are rather kind. Just as the name implies, it’s cold all year ‘round, and the entire place is covered in snow.”

You gnaw at your bottom lip, “But… What if I run into that flower again? I’m not a fighter, Toriel, but I’m not going to let myself get killed if it comes to it.”

She shakes her head, “I was just about to get to that. I have a friend that lives in Snowdin, and he’s agreed to not only watch over you and protect you, but to also let you stay with him and his brother as long as you’re there.”

…

WHAT?! NOOOO!!! YOU’RE SURE THIS IS SOMEONE’S LIFE LONG DREAM, BUT THAT MOTHER FUCKER SCARES YOU EVEN MORE NOW THAT HE’S REAL!!

Oh God, if he ever finds out that you know more than you “should,” he’s going to fucking kill you! You just know it!

You must’ve had some kind of negative expression on your face because Toriel chuckles and rubs her thumb against the crease of your furrowed brows.

“You need not worry about him. He’s kind and even shares some of your humor. I have a feeling you two would get along if you’re open to it.”

“I’ll… ah, I’ll try.” You look off to the floor to your packed clothes, “You were packing up my things now because once I got back and we had the talk, I was supposed to leave right after, right?”

”Yes, that was the plan. My friend will be waiting right outside the Ruins soon enough. He’ll also be escorting you to Snowdin town to ensure you get there safely.”

You somehow doubt that.

“I’ll admit that I’m a little scared. I really only trust you and Blooky, and now I’m gonna be staying with…Wait, what’s his name?”

“Ah… Ah-ha ha…” Toriel looks away bashfully, “I’m not actually sure. I’ve never asked for his name after all this time. I never told him mine either.”

Bruh. She’s so lucky you already know, but still!

Your deadpan expression makes her blush.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Toriel gently takes your hands, “You understand now, yes? This is for the best, [Y/n].”

You frown, “Yeah. I guess it is. I’m going to miss you a lot, Tori. I mean, who’s going to tell me about the 72 uses for snails while we go bug-hunting at your favorite bug-hunting spot?”

“I’m sure you will manage,” Her smile softens, “I will miss you greatly as well, my child. You make me so happy whenever you are by my side, but knowing that you are going to be happier somewhere else will make me happiest.”

“Now, then,” She sighs and looks at the floor, “let’s finish this up. My friend will be expecting us soon and we should not keep him waiting.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll get my things from the bathroom.”

“By the way, [Y/n].”

”Yes?”

“Why did you return early? You were only gone for an hour.”

”Ahh, right.” You nod in recollection, “Apparently, Blooky works at some snail farm, and he got a call from his loyal customer. He was there waiting for him, so after he brought me back he had to go.”

“…A snail farm?”

”Ha ha! I bet that sounds like heaven to you!”

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If you and Toriel took a little longer to actually get your things ready and also had lunch together because you didn’t want to part from each other, that’s between you and the lord.

While you two were packing, you had your souls out to hover above your chests. With Toriel expending some of her magic, you guys were able to enjoy each other’s music. Near the end of your song (because of course it would loop, Toriel’s song loops as well), there’s a big drop that gives you chills each time. You and the Goat Mom of the Year™ always made a big show of it too, doing one, big, dramatic head bang no matter what you were busy doing.

You’re surprised that Toriel is going to let you visit, and encourages you to call her. And even though this goodbye isn’t forever…

You’re really going to miss her.

With a suitcase being dragged behind yourself with a whole Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie packed in there, you and Toriel descend into the basement.

(“No, my child. You cannot eat all of the pie by yourself. This is also for my friend and his brother as a thank you.”

“They wouldn’t appreciate it the way I would.”

“[Y/n].”

”Okay, okay. I’ll share it.”)

You’ve never actually been down here before since there was no need for it. You never asked, so Toriel never told. You knew anyway of course, but just like everything else in the Underground, things looked different in real life.

“Once you reach Snowdin and get settled in, call me, won’t you?” She asks as you draw closer to the large, double doors.

You nod with a grin, ”Yeah, of course I will. I might spend the first few days just looking for work, so don’t expect any crazy adventures right off the bat.”

”I hear there is a library in Snowdin. Maybe you can try finding a position there.”

Uh, you were thinking more of working at the shop with the nice bunny monster lady, but sure! That works too!

“If that’s the case then I’ll rent out some books I think you’ll like and bring ‘em to you, promise,” You scrunch up your nose, “I can tell you’ve been reading those same ones since forever.”

“I would greatly appreciate that, my child.”

You slow to a stop at the imposing doors, the Delta Rune (vine boom sound) marks the top middle but has faded slightly over time. The silence is loud for a few seconds, but Toriel manages to get the strength to speak first.

“Here we are,” She faces you with a sad smile, “Strange. When we officially first met, I would have never imagined that our bond would have grown as strong as it did. Now, I cannot imagine a world where I do not know you.”

…Ouch. That was supposed to be a very sweet statement, but because you are burden with certain knowledge, those words make you a little sad. Toriel says it with so much certainty, but you’ve seen a world where it’s just not true.

Despite that, there’s also a warm feeling you get too. That you truly matter to her so much. If this is just some dream that’s lasting forever, or if this really is your reality now, this bond you’ve built is real.

You pull Toriel into a hug, smiling when she reciprocates it immediately. You don’t know if what you say next is allowed, or if it’s okay with Toriel, but you say it anyway.

”I’ll see you soon, mom,” You hum softly, “I love you.”

Toriel tightens her arms, “And I love you, my child. Be good, alright?”

YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY. YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY. YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY. YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY-

Your goat mom pulls away slowly, her kind, brown eyes glossy with tears. “If my friend gives you trouble, or if you find yourself in any trouble, just call me and I will personally resolve the issue.”

You snort at the mental image of Toriel hitting Sans with the chancla like your other mother used to do to you and your brothers.

“I will. I might call and complain about him anyway because I’m a huge man hater like that.”

”But you like Napstablook, don’t you?”

”That’s different. He’s just a little guy.”

You know what? Toriel can’t even argue with that.

“Fair enough.” Toriel sighs, fixing up your shawl, “You best get going now. My friend is most certainly waiting at this point, and I don’t want your tardiness to leave a bad impression on him.”

“Okay, okay.”

Since you’re heading to Snowdin, you (and Toriel) made sure to wear warm clothes so you don’t get sick and perish in the snow. You had bought the dress a week ago, and with Toriel’s help, modified it to fit your taste and measurements properly. It’s actually cute and makes you feel very pussy vagina slay.

The dark navy blue dress is thick and soft, stopping just at your knees. The sleeves are also long with the cuffs being white and thick (that’s what she said) and the neckline going straight across to leave your chest and shoulders exposed. Your leggings are black in color, matching with your boots that you originally arrived in. The dress also came with a matching shawl with a bow to keep it clasped shut. The bottom of the dress is white and fuzzy, same with the shawl, giving it a very cliche winter dress vibe.

You suppose that’s the point though. You’re not usually this fancy, but you guess your friend Elliot’s fashion sense is starting to rub off on you.

You grab the handle of your suitcase as Toriel opens the doors for you. You sigh heavily, stepping up to the opened doors. The hallway is long, leading into a dark area.

”Keep going straight. In that room,” Toriel tells you, pointing ahead, “are the doors that lead out the Ruins. My friend will be right outside, alright?”

“Yes, meemaw.”

She giggles at the name, giving you one last hug. Nothing else needs to be said; you drag your suitcase and walk through the doors. You’re only a few seconds down this hall when you hear the doors behind you close softly.

Great.

You harden your resolve and continue down the Hallway of Independence 2.0. Further down you can now see more into the last room, a dark place with a convenient spotlight in a patch of grass.

You stop walking.

Shit.

You completely forgot that Flowey shows up there to talk about how much of a beta cuck he is. If you’re lucky, he won’t show up at all. But if life decides to give you another challenge…

Well, you’re sure the suitcase can be used to bash his head in.

Politely, of course.

Your steps are quicker, descending down the hall with the lightning carpet being your indicator that this hallway doesn’t actually go on forever. You eye the entryway with suspicion, stepping into the dark room-

A large, golden flower emerges from grass, an annoyed expression on his fugly ass face.

“Clever. Verrrryyy clever.”

”Oh, Goddamn it, Flowey!” You scowl, “I barely stepped into this room, what the hell do you want now?”

“You think you’re really smart, don’t you? Hiding behind Toriel this whole time just because you’re too cowardly to see me again.” He tilts his head with a sinister smile, “So you were able to play by your own rules. But that didn’t last very long, did it? Now, that monster got tired of you and is throwing you out.”

…Does Flowey not know the real reason why you’re leaving? Far be it from you to ruin the story in his head, he seems to be having fun coming up with his own lies. You know what? More power to him.

“We all gotta leave the nest someday,” You tell him, “Sometimes… doing the same thing over and over again can get boring. Don’t you agree?”

His smile becomes strained, “I had a lot of time to think about it, but there’s no way it’s coincidental. You know what’s going on here, more than you’re willing to tell me.”

“Dude. You almost fucking killed me a month ago. No shit I’m not gonna tell you anything.” Speaking of, you lean over a bit since he’s so fucking short. “I’m kinda curious, though. Unless you’re trying to surprise attack me, why haven’t you killed me yet? I mean, it’s just you and me here.”

”Hah! It’s like you said. Doing the same thing over and over gets so boring. I decided I’m going to let you live, and see how this plays out. Nothing new has happened in years, and whatever the hell is wrong with you will be the only entertainment I can get.”

You deadpan, “Glad I can amuse you with my mental illness.”

At this, Flowey lets out a more genuine laugh, but quickly covers it up with that evil high pitched laugh he always does.

”Oh, this is SO much more interesting.”

And just like that, the soulless monster disappears beneath the Earth, leaving you alone with said mental illnesses. You sigh again, the tension and anxiety now leaving your body and already leaving you mentally drained.

Just up ahead are the doors leading to Snowdin’s forest. And, according to Toriel, Sans is waiting just outside.

God, you are NOT ready for this. Papyrus, you can handle. He’s just a misunderstood little man who often gets the short end of the stick because he tends to get dumbfounded by his own ineptness.

SANS, ON THE OTHER MOTHER FUCKING HAND.

Look, he’s cool. One of your favorite’s in the game. Keywords: IN THE GAME. You know the fandom tends to make him a little more angsty than he is sometimes, but he can still fuck you up if you give him a reason to. You think you’re decent to get along with, but you can recognize if you and someone else will bump heads.

Toriel said Sans was willing to watch over you and house you, but you’re not sure if you’re entirely comfortable with that. Hopefully, you can try convincing him to lie to Toriel and let you stay at that Inn instead of his house.

You grab the handle of your suitcase again. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to the doors and push them open.

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@lemonboy011

[myquietchaos]

Dear Little Me,

You were six.

Small hands curled into fists, not to fight, but to brace. Big eyes trained on doorways, on shadows that moved too fast. You shouldn’t have known then that love can roar like thunder, that it can bruise a body, break a voice, tear through a home like a hurricane no one ever prepares for. But you did.

You saw your mother fold under the storm, and your heart—so pure, so wildly brave—decided your place was in the crossfire. You stepped between. You offered your body like a prayer: “hurt me instead.” You, a little girl, tried to bargain with violence using only love. You became a wall. A trembling, breakable wall.

Maybe it stopped him. Maybe it didn’t. What matters is that you believed it was your job to carry it. You wore silence like armor, learned to read the weather in a room before the door even closed. Smiled to calm the waters. Shrunk to stay safe. And called it strength.

I’m 38 now.

And I carry you still. You live in the corners of my chest, perched like a bird who never fully lands. I talk to you sometimes when the house is quiet, when the world feels a little too sharp. I try to keep you warm. I remind you: you were just a child. You were never supposed to carry that weight.

But this weekend, it happened again.

The storm came back. Not in memory. Not in dream. But here—real, sharp, present. And this time there was no mother to shield. No child to protect. The hands came down, and they landed on me. And you froze. I felt you. That old fear, that ancient flinch. But I didn’t freeze. I stood. I bled. I broke, maybe—but I did not disappear.

What shattered me even more was the silence that followed. Not from strangers, but from the one I loved most. Silence, deafening, consuming. Not even the soft question, “Are you okay?” And isn’t that a kind of violence, too? That void where love should be? That absence where comfort should live?

So here I am.

Sitting in the quiet aftermath. No one beside me. Just you—small and shaking—and me, holding the pieces. I rock you gently in the cradle of my heart. Tell you stories of oceans and light. Tell you this pain, too, will pass. That I’m here now. That I won’t let anyone touch you again.

And you know what, sweet girl? I have a daughter now.

She laughs with her whole belly, sings to the morning, trusts the world like it’s never let her down. And I swear—I swear with every cell in me—she will never feel what we felt. I will build a fortress of love around her. I will teach her that love never comes with fists. That safety is not a privilege but her birthright. That her body is hers, her joy is sacred, and her fear is always valid.

I am breaking this cycle with blood and bone and truth.

I am bleeding so she never has to.

I am healing so you, little one, can finally rest.

And maybe one day, when she asks about the scars she never saw, I’ll tell her about the girl who stepped into the fire—and the woman who carried her out.

You don’t have to be brave anymore.

You just have to be.

I’ve got you now.

I won’t let go.

With all the love we were owed,

Me

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Chapter 5: Lost

At First I Was Wondering, Then I Was Crying, Then I Was Mad, Then I Was Scared, Then I Was Wondering, Then I Was Crying, Then I Was… I Was Empty.

Where Am I? Who Am I? Am I Alone? What Am I?

Time Feels Still When I Close My Eyes, And When I Open Them, Time Is…

Going To Fast. Time Is No Longer Making Sense, Like My Senses.

What Is Happening To Them? Are They Okay? Are They Safe?

“Questions, Questions, Questions,”

A… Voice?

“I’m Not Just A Voice, Child,”

“Am I Dying?”

“No, No, You’re Definitely Alive,”

“… What’s Going On?”

“Look For Yourself,”

“I Can’t Wake Up, I’ve Tried, But By What You See, It Doesn’t Work,”

“You’re Not Dreaming,”

“What?”

“You Sound Surprised, Why’s That?”

“It Feels Like I’m Trapped In A Dream, Are You Saying I’m Awake?”

“No, You Are In Between Of Being Awake And Sleeping, You Are A Rare Case Of This,”

“What Do You Mean?”

“What Do You Think, Torra?”

“How Do You Know My Name?”

“Because, You Know Me,”

“W-What?”

“Would You Like Me To Show Myself? Or Do You Know Who I Am By Voice?”

“I- I Don’t Understand,”

“Child, I Protected You As Much As I Could, You Know My Name By Heart, You Know What I Am To Your Kind. ‘I’ll Guide You Till You Die’,”

“D-Danli..?”

“Yes, Yes My Child, That’s My Name,”

“How Did You Get Here?”

“I Own This Realm,”

“How Can I Leave?”

“You Know How,”

“No, No I- I Don’t- I Don’t Know, Danli,”

“Child,”

I Feel A Hand On My Shoulder, I Look And See Her. In A Gown In The Lightest Purple, With Golden Strips Along The Arms. Her Long Light Bright Brown Hair Glows With A Single Golden Flower In It. I See Her As Clear As One Can, The Second Person I Could See.

“Why Can I See You?” I Ask.

She Kneels To Look Me In My Eyes.

“Because, You Know The Real Me,” She Responds.

“What Do You-? What Does That Mean?” I Questioned.

“You Been Gifted By The Fraawians, To Know The Truth, To Know The Real Person, See The Real In The Person,”

“Fraawians?!”

“Yes, And Did They Destroy My Resting? You’ll Know When You Get There With Them…”

Her Voice Starts To Fade.

“What’s Going On?!”

“I Can’t Say Anymore, You Must Leave, Before Your Mind Takes You,”

“But- How Do I Leave?” I Cried Out.

“That I Don’t Know, You’ll Know Once You’re Mind Starts To Take You,”

“But-” 

She Disappears.

“You’ll Know, Please, Stay Strong, Torra,”

She’s Gone, But Where She Stood, Her Golden Flower Lays, I Pick It Up And Put It In My Hair, Where She Had It In Hers.

“What Did She Mean By My Mind Will Take Over?”

I Decided To Walk And Find If There Is A Way Out, I See Nothing New, But I See Everything New, Was It Because Of Danli? Or What She Said About My Vision, ‘Seeing The Real In The Person’? What Does That Mean?

I Suddenly Trip Over Something And Fell, I Don’t Know What I Tripped Over, But I Know I'm Still Falling.

"Haha! You're Silly, Torry!"

I Know That Voice…

"Blaah! I'm Going To Get You!"

I See Myself And… Him…

"Hey, Leave Your Brother Alone,"

"I'm Not Hurting Him, Though…"

Mom Takes Jash Away, Like On That Day… Why Is This The Only Memory That Keeps Showing Up?

Time Forwards To Lunch, Where It All Happened… In The Golden Flower Field For My Last Day As A Villager… And My First Day As A… Or What I Thought It Was…

“Torry! Come Play With Me!”

“Not Now Jash, Maybe Later…” I Said Lost In My Head.

I Know How This Goes Because It Was My Fault… I Wasn’t Feeling Ready, Not That Anyone Is… But The Way It Went Was Different How It Was Supposed To Be Played Out That Day.

“PPlleeaassee?” Jash Begs.

“No, Wait Until After The Event,” I Hissed.

“What Is This Stupid Event About Anyway?” Jash Said Defeated.

“It’s An Adult Thing, You Wouldn’t Understand,” I Said.

“Try Me!”

I Sigh.

“It’s Not For You To Know Is What I’m Saying,”

“Come Ooon!”

“No, Now Wait Here, I Need To Get Ready,” I Said, Patting Jash’s Head And Walking Away.

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Last Chapter

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That's All I Wrote, Short For It All, Yes, But It Was My First Story I Was Really Invested In That Wasn't Related To A Personal Story That'll Never Be Finished Because Of All Of The Lore And Characters.

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Jou cronches at burnt eggo waffle. He has accepted his fate, his son has made him brekky. And he will eat the brekky, even if its closer to being a hockey puck than breakfast.

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as a society we need more baby trapping soobin pls & thanks 🙏

hehe well this is certainly the right place 4 this <3

kissing away tears as he feels the bulge in your tummy, soobin’s reassuring coos as he smiles down at you, arm caging your vulnerable body under his as he thrusts hard and deep, a low sigh escaping his throat as he stares at your teary face, eyes clenched shut and crying from his cock. sweet darling,,, is it too much? your pussy leaking his cum as his cock pulls out, only to ram deeper back inside, pushing his cum deeper into your abused cunt. tears of pleasure… of tears of fear?

so much semen staining the sheets beneath you, thighs painted in his release, warming your tummy as he sighs, big hand pressing in slightly just to hear your whimpering cry, the pressure too much as his cock twitches in your cunt. and soobin’s never felt more in love, as he presses sweet kisses to your lips, so beautiful when you’re full of his cum, when he knows you’re thoroughly bred with his seed. darling, soobin murmurs, you’re so perfect like this… i’ll make sure you’ll have my baby. and never for a second has soobin hesitated… after all, he knows you’re meant to be with him forever… have his baby, be his, even if you never said you were ready.

shhh, don’t cry, soobin sighs, i’ll take care of you, love. you and our baby, so don’t resist, okay? but he’s a liar… soobin loves your tears. he wants you to cry and whimper you’re not ready yet… because god, he loves the thought of his sweet darling being unprepared and needing him more than anything. his soft lips leaving a sugary kiss to your lips before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your soft tits, sighing as he softly sucks on your nipple… and he already can imagine how swollen your tits will be, heavy with milk and needing his help to relieve the weight, your swollen body resting in his arms, so accepting and vulnerable… god, he’d do anything to realize his fantasies. s-soobin, c-can’t—nnngh– take anymore! you cry, feeling his cock twitch, pussy swollen and throbbing with overstimulation, burning with the stretch of his cock, hot, fat tears spilling down your cheeks as soobin suckles your tits, giving each a kiss as he leans over your body once more, cradling your exhausted figure in his arms as he presses kisses to your cheeks… shhh, darling, you can take another, know you can.

and his hard cock ramming into your pussy as you wail, feeling hot spurts of cum fill you to the brim, beyond what you take… and feeling his kisses on your head as he sighs with love and relief… his hand on your tummy as soobin gazes at you with so much love, he’s glowing as he murmurs, pretty, so beautiful, you’re mine… can you feel here, sweetheart? his hand taking yours, holding it against your soft tummy, my baby’s going to grow here… in my beautiful angel. tucking your vulnerable body into his arms and chest, his hand on your tummy, cock nestled in your pussy,,, sweetheart, give me a kiss, tell me you love me, soobin whispers, his lips meeting yours as you comply,,, and he knows his future’s secure as he dreams of the months to come… and makes a mental note to monitor you even more than he does, wanting to be there for your every change. hmm,,, should he lock you up, doll~? should make the decision to protect his cute lover who’s going to carry his child, after all.

(addition). the moment he knows he’s succeeded, toxic, manipulative soobin who sits you on his lap, rubbing circles on your tummy as he buries his face in your hair, darling,,, maybe it’s best if you only ever stay here at home, after all, it’s so… dangerous outside for you and his baby, listen to him? he’ll protect and take care of you <3

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Four | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: trying to capture the essence of “mommy i frew up” and the terrified mother gasp ur mom does when you wake her up

warnings: fluff

summary: It’s cuddle time for your girls.

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“Mama.”

You opened your eyes, instantly meeting a pair of hazel eyes and jumping in your skin. You definitely weren’t expecting your daughter to be staring at you.

What is with this lot and staring?

You raised a little from your bed, whispering, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Can I sleep with you?” The little girl mumbled, tucking her bear into her neck before you nodded, reaching your hand out for her to take. You help her onto the bed, but you turned towards Simon, whose head was settled on your pillow and his arm on your waist.

You took your free hand and moved his arm to his side, whispering, “Simon, move over.”

The hulk of a man grumbled in his sleep, still listening to you as he rolled back over to his side of the bed - back facing you and just as asleep as you were three minutes ago. As soon as there was room in the middle of the bed, Winnie moved into it - you helped her under the covers before letting her attach herself to you. You wrapped your warm arms around her little frame, her little bear dug into your neck.

“Did you have a bad dream?” You murmured to her, eyes closing and still heavy with the sleep you just had in your clutches.

Her five-year-old sized arms held onto the arm you had wrapped around her, her face burying into her bear. “Yeah. Really really bad.”

Your hand instantly cradled her head and your eyes opened, looking down at Winnie with a sad expression that she couldn’t see in the dark. “Oh, Honeybee…”

“I just wanna stay with you, Mama.” Her pretty curls were soft in your hands as you gently let her head, the girl curled into you as much as she could.

“Don’t be scared to come and sleep with me.” You whispered to her, words soft and gentle. “I’ll protect you from anything, my love.”

“Daddy won’t let me have my kitty cat.”

Kids say the darned-est things.

Your eyebrows rose, glaring up at the dark silhouette of the slumbering Lieutenant. You looked back down to the little girl curled into your chest, saying, “When did he get you a cat, baby?”

“I found it outside a couple of days ago.” Winnie then yawned, her little head moved from her bear and to your shoulder. “He said she was sick and that Uncle Soap was gonna take her, but I want her.”

“I’ll talk to Daddy about it in the morning, Honeybee.” You moved and kissed her head, gently petting her head. “Go to sleep.”

Winnie grumbled in response, keeping her head dug into your shoulder. As soon as she stopped moving, your eyes closed - you were fast asleep.

“Y/N.”

“Mmm.”

“Why’s there a child in our bed?”

“Bad dream.”

“Oh.” There was a shuffle, the movement of his arm moving to pull both you and Winnie towards him. Simon pressed a kiss to your head. “Sorry I woke you.”

“What’s the cat’s name?”

He paused. You didn’t dare open your eyes, trying to waver in between slumber and consciousness.

“Missy.”

“And where is she?”

“In my office.”

You hummed, your hands still cradling Winnie’s head and back - you moved her just a little closer to you. From her breathing pattern, you knew she was asleep. You spent way too long watching her breathe when she was a baby, sleeping the day away. “She wants the cat.”

“I know.”

“Let her keep the cat.”

“Fine.”

“Simon.”

“Mmm.”

Your eyes had opened earlier, Winnie still asleep in your chest as you now gazed at Mellie asleep on Simon’s chest, him laying flat on his back. “Why’s the baby in the bed?”

“She wouldn’t calm down ‘til she saw you.”

Your hand reached forward to gently pat Mellie’s back, the baby merely hummed in her sleep. You withdrew your hand, moving to rest it on his arm before closing your eyes again.

“M’love.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

You patted his arm. “For what?”

“Everything.”

You rubbed his arm a little before blindly resting your hand on his chest, fingertips grazed your daughter while your eyes were still closed. “I’ll do anything for you.”

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Did you think I really loved you? Part 1

Word count:1131

I hope you all enjoy this first part I had to rewrite everything because I lost the whole story I wrote so I’m doing it all in parts.

“Aemond please stop”(Y/N) yells for him to stop.

“(Y/N), I can't, I'm needed elsewhere” Aemond says getting ready to leave.

“Aemond please I love you and I know you love me so please stop this” (Y/N) begs him not to leave her alone again.

“(Y/N) did you really think I loved you? No come on (Y/N) I just used you so my mother would leave me be and I could go freely as I please and be with the one woman I truly love and you are not her (Y/N)” Aemond says looking (Y/N) in the eyes and see all the hope leave your eyes.

“Who……. Who is she?”(Y/N) asks in a shaky breath.

“Alys Rivers” Aemond whispers to you.

“Of course it’s her,why not tell me you loved someone else before I could have found someone I could love and be loved by Aemond why,I should have believed him when he told me”(Y/N) says walking up to Aemond and slaps him in the face.

“I also want you to know I’m with child so leave go to your whore”(Y/N) says leaving the room.

Three years ago

“(Y/N) I have found you a good husband you and your personal guard Ser Steffon will be heading to Kings Landing and meet King Viserys 1 Targaryen and the Queen Alicent your husband to be is the kings second son Aemond Targaryen”(Y/N) looked at the letter again and read it over and over knowing that her father just gave her away like she was nothing. (Y/N) ran to her room and falls on the bed crying out.

“(Y/N) what is the matter? Can you please open the door” a voice calls out knocking on the door.

“Cregan my father has finally found me a husband”(Y/N) says sobbing loudly as she finishes her sentence.

“Who are you to marry?”Cregan asks, looking you in the eyes.

“I’m to marry Prince Aemond Targaryen”(Y/N) sobs out holding onto Cregan fearing he may leave her alone.

“I’m sorry my love I had asked your father for your hand and he said no I’m sorry that we don’t get to be happy with each other like we had dreamed about” Cregan says holding you close afraid if he let you go you would disappear from his life forever.

“Cregan I must tell you something”(Y/N) says, holding his face in her hands so he’s looking into your eyes.

“What is it, my love?”

“I’m with child I just found out and I don’t want to drink the tea Cregan I love you and I love our child” (Y/N) says grabbing Cregan’s hands and putting them on her little bump.

“(Y/N) I would never tell you to drink the tea I love you and our child you have to stay here a little long then your father planned I’ll tell him we had a storm and you can’t leave Winterfell just yet you’ll have our child here and then you must go to King's Landing and marry Aemond no one can know about us or our child it will start a war and I can’t lose you (Y/N)”

(Y/N) looks at Cregan understanding what he’s telling her she was to leave them and she doesn’t know if she could handle leaving the man she loves and her unborn child.

(Y/N) spent the rest of her pregnancy in her room and in some rooms that only she and Cregan and some handmaidens could go in (Y/N) wrote hundreds of letters for her little wolf telling the babe why she had to leave them to protect them and Cregan (Y/N) cried when she finished the last letter and gave them to Cregan.

“Whenever they ask for me give them the letters they all explain everything” (Y/N) says while a small sob escapes her mouth.

(Y/N) and Cregan are walking to his room when (Y/N) screams out in pain as a handmaiden was walking behind them she ran up to you and lifted your skirts and saw your birth has started.

“We must go to a room she’s about to have the babe soon my lord”

Cregan helps you to a room far from everyone in Winterfell Maester Wells opens the door to see the midwives running around getting everything ready for the birth.

“My lord you need to leave, it's not proper for you to be here” Maester Wells tells Cregan.

“He leaves this room I’ll kill you Cregan I hate for doing this to me”(Y/N) yells out then looks up at the two men and apologizes to Cregan with tears running down her face.

“My love it’s okay I’m not going anywhere not till you tell me to leave.” Cregan says holding (Y/N)’s face in his hand and kisses her lips lightly.

“My lady you're ready to push” Maester Wells says getting you in a position to start pushing.

(Y/N) begins to scream as she pushes and she feels the babe move out of her.

“One more push my lady”

(Y/N) pushes one last time feeling all the pressure on her hips disappear and a cry makes her jump and cry out for her babe.

“My lord my lady it’s a boy” a midwife says handing the babe to Cregan.

“What should we name our little wolf?”Cregan asks (Y/N)

“I want to name him after your father our little Rickon Stark our little wolf”(Y/N) says smiling up at Cregan he bends down and kisses your lips softly.

“Thank you for giving me all your love and thank you for our son (Y/N) I’ll protect him with my life and if you ever need me I’ll come for you my love” Cregan says tears falling down his face as he hands Rickon to (Y/N).

“Cregan your the best thing to ever happen to me and I will always love you and you and Rickon are my whole world I know you will keep him safe and you’ll tell him everything about me and our love I just don’t want to leave you two”(Y/N) says crying because soon she would leave her son and the man she loves to marry another man.

Kings Landing was a miserable place and (Y/N) felt alone in the palace (Y/N) missed Rickon and Cregan,(Y/N) would be married in two days time (Y/N) spent most of her time in her room crying herself to sleep she felt like half her heart was missing and she knew she wouldn’t get it back anytime soon.

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Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

[pedropascalsx]

the joel miller diaries; diary entry #43.

joel miller x f! reader

summary: you update your diary after a long day hiking with cramps.

warnings: brief mention of masturbation, some pining, angst, mention of arguments, mentions of periods, mentions of cramps, brief mention of forced reproduction.

rating: mature.

word count: 950.

a/n: no physical description for reader. idk what this is. i’ll make this occasionally. it’s fun to write sometimes.

It’s one of those days, everything has feeling, and the only thing worth craving is numbness.

My body is betraying me, it’s punishing me for not giving it a child. The cramps are unbearable, and I feel dirty no matter how many times I scrub myself clean. Well the best I can, when he lets us stop.

We haven’t really stopped moving in days, and when we do it’s to sleep or eat and he’s clearly unhappy that I keep drifting off to find somewhere to wash myself. It feels like a sick joke that my body is doing this to me… I’ve heard that some people don’t menstruate anymore, that the living conditions, lack of decent nutrients and just poor health have made their bodies stop their cycles.

But it’s like clockwork for me, no respite, the second week of every month it comes. I heard someone tell Joel that people are hunting down those who can still reproduce; see if a new generation is immune to the hell we live in. I doubt it. I don’t know if it’s true, but he didn’t let us stop walking for days after hearing that. We walked and walked until the only thing that surrounded us was the wind and the cold hard ground we were walking on.

I think it frightened him, he doesn’t ask too many questions, but I think he worries for the girl now. Even more so than before. Me? Maybe not so much. But I think if they came for us, he’d protect us both.

*

We walked until she threw a tantrum, they argued and then they both sulked. He reluctantly let us find shelter and mumbled angrily about her attitude and her lack of respect. She didn’t mince her words, nor did she mumble, she called him some things that made him scowl harder than usual. And then he boiled some water and dumped in a bunch of rice. She was less miserable with some food in her tummy and so was he. She fell asleep with her head resting against my shoulder. I let her stay like that for a bit longer than he liked, but she rarely lets anyone provide her with comfort and it was just nice to give her a cuddle for a change.

We’re spending tonight in a cottage, abandoned of course, I can’t imagine who lived in this place before it all started. It’s the middle of nowhere and the wind makes the whole structure shake. It feels like one particularly strong gust would just blow the whole thing away.

But still it’s safe. It was empty and Joel was able to push a bookcase in front of the door… not that anyone would be disturbing us here.

She’s sleeping in the bedroom, all sprawled out and hopefully dreaming of nice things. She usually wakes in a good mood after sleeping on something that isn’t just solid ground, so I'm hopeful tomorrow will be less stressful.

Joel will sleep on the ratty sofa and I’ll take the floor. Which I don’t mind. The cramps aren’t easing up and I don’t want to disturb him by making the springs creek everytime I attempt to find a comfortable position. One I’m doubtful I’ll find.

He's reading a book right now, something he picked up off of the bookshelf and just threw himself into. It would have been nice to have talked today, I needed my voice to be heard, but I am not in the business of risking this. I don’t know how long he’ll deal with a straggler. God, if it wasn’t for Ellie, I’d still be stuck by myself… or I'd be dead or even worse. I could be holed up in some sick factory in which I’m forced to procreate with a stranger. Forced to give up something that is not for the taking and have my whole sense of self worth be evaluated on just how fertile I am. Not that I have a lot of self worth these days.

*

I kind of like the way he snores… is that weird? It’s oddly comforting. I think it’s really because I don’t like the silence. I was alone for longer than I can calculate and silence just reminds me of the hell I was living. Things are better now though. I think.

The cramping on the other hand… I want to cry out. I want my pain to be known because I’ve convinced myself that it will make it better. It won’t. But it would be nice to give into one of the two urges that are violently racking my body right now.

Screaming out loud in pain or pleasure. I learned that touching myself there helps when the pain is particularly bad. The rush of pleasure usually lingers long enough to help me sleep, but I’m not alone anymore. And I know what I'd think about. I know who I’d think about and I don’t think I’d be able to look him in the face tomorrow morning when he grumbles something to me about how a cup of coffee would fix everything right now.

Maybe there’s some instant coffee in the pantry, it wasn’t well stocked and I’m pretty sure most of what was left in there is bad. But instant coffee tends to last for years and years. I’ll search for some before he wakes up, when there’s enough light filtering through the windows to make it easier to see.

And for now, I’ll accept my fate. No sleep tonight. No relief tonight. But at least I have the sounds he unknowingly lets fill the air to keep my company.

And maybe tomorrow will be better.

[jade-parcels]

The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

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Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

[monocaelia]

comforting you after a nightmare headcanons

nightmares aren't fun, but luckily you have someone there to protect you.

feat. albedo, diluc, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli

genre : hurt/comfort, fluff

note : hbd to me!! here's a gift from me to you with one of my favorite tropes, hehe <:

❀ albedo

albedo isn't one to dream much, let alone rest. he's always caught up in his own research and experiments that sleep isn't really needed if he wanted to be more productive in his research, despite the worried comments from sucrose and your lighthearted nags that he'll stay short forever.

though, that isn't to say that he's not interested. there are many times that albedo has caught you dozing off in his laboratory while waiting for him to be done with his experiments. he would be lying to himself if he didn't wonder what could possibly be playing in your mind to make you be smiling like that while unconscious.

this time, though, is an exception.

test tubes and flasks filled with various liquids and concoctions fill albedo's workspace as he examines each and every one before filling in his notebooks with descriptions and drawings of his work. there's a shuffle from his other desk and his eyes shift up to glance at you. albedo's gaze softens at the sight of his coat draped over your shoulders as they move to the rhythm of your breathing.

he wonders why you choose to stay at his laboratory so late and wait for him to finish his research rather than head home alone and sleep in your much more comfortable bed. albedo supposes you find comfort in his presence, an odd thing to be comforted by really.

however, the gentle smile quickly falls from his face the moment he hears the quiet whimpers and pleas. as quickly as he could, albedo moves to your side and gently shakes you awake. he isn't the least surprised when your eyes snap open and a gasp leaves your lips.

"...are you alright?" the question breaks you from your daze and you seem to relax when you realize you aren't dreaming anymore. though, the way your hands and shoulders shake doesn't escape the sharp eyes observing you.

"come on, i think i'm done with my research for now. we can head home if you'd like?" albedo smiles when you nod your head, but as he turns to pack up and prepare to leave his laboratory your hand shoots out to grasp his own.

albedo is surprised at first, but the shock melts into endearment as his hand pulls yours up to his lips. he presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles, reassuring you that he'll be right there for you. that you wouldn't be alone.

"nightmares, huh? ...i wonder if i can concoct something to help eradicate the chances of them appearing. oh, don't worry, i won't leave your side for the rest of the evening. promise."

❀ diluc

diluc isn't prone to nightmares, honestly he probably gets them quite often. or maybe even dreamless dreams if he's lucky. well, considering he sleeps at all. he's busy being the darknight hero of mondstatdt in the dead of night, so sleep doesn't come by often for the red haired vigilante.

even when he does get nightmares, there's not many people he can call to or rely on to help comfort him. he doesn't trust any of the knights, and he definitely doesn't trust kaeya to help at all. so comforting someone isn't something he knows how to do well.

but he tries his best to comfort you in any way, shape, or form if you ever needed him to.

the knocking against his door is quiet, nearly nonexistent if diluc was preoccupied with anything other than trying to sleep. he would have ignored it if it weren't for the quiet whisper of his name from a voice he recognized. sighing, he rises from his bed and heads over to his door, mentally preparing himself for whatever you're planning to throw over his head.

instead, diluc is met with your cheeky smile. you're definitely up to no good, but he hasn't quite figured out what you were going to do or say. before he could even question why you're standing outside his door in the dead of night, you interrupt him.

"wow diluc! fancy seeing you here, do you come here often?" he deadpans at you and nearly closes the door to go back to sleep. but he notices the way your fingers twiddle, a sign that you're nervous about something. his eyes flicker to your face, scanning anything that would give him clues on what's on your mind.

"what happened?" diluc's brows furrow in worry seeing the way your smile falls and the way your body begins to curl in on itself. he offers a hand for you to take, an invitation for you to be comforted by the stoic man in front of you. he lets a small smile grow on his lips when he sees you brighten up a tad at his invitation.

your hand is encased in his own, scarred and rough with callouses but comforting and warm at the same time.

"go back to sleep, it's already getting really late. if you need anything, though, i'll be right here until the dawn rises."

❀ childe

although sleep is necessary to maintain perfect health, childe finds it difficult to maintain a proper sleeping schedule due to his job as a fatui harbinger. when the tsaritsa calls, he needs to be there immediately to come to her aid and carry out her orders regardless of how inconvenient it was for him.

but, having many siblings, especially younger ones, has always prepared childe to comfort and protect anyone that he holds close to his heart. nobody, not even nightmares, can get close enough to harm the people he loves, not if he's alive to knock them down a peg.

which definitely includes you, someone who holds his entire world in the palm of your hands.

childe finds you awake at the dead of night after one of his shifts at the northland bank. which is surprising considering you're always asleep before he gets back home from work, always trying to stay up to welcome the harbinger home but always succumbing to the sweet embrace of slumber.

a mischievous grin grows on his lips as he plans to spook you, but as he nears your body, the shaking of your body and quiet sniffles reach his ears. immediately, childe's hand is on your shoulder and he frowns when you yelp and whip around to see him.

"o-oh, ajax, i didn't expect to see you home so soon. i was just getting ready for bed." a white lie. childe presses his lips into a thin line, his hand reaching out to catch a tear falling from your cheek. did...did he do this to you? was he being a bad partner for not putting aside more time for you?

as if reading his mind, you vehemently shake your head and grab onto childe's wrist. "no! no... it's not what you think i just had a really bad dream and couldn't go back to sleep. don't worry, you don't need to beat yourself up over this." he relaxes immediately at your comment, but he still feels bad for leaving you alone when you needed someone to comfort you.

childe leans over, cupping your face in his hands as he showers your face in featherlight kisses. your giggles fill the room and the habinger can't help but laugh as well, especially after pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips. "how about i cook you a nice stew for tonight? it always helped teucer calm down when he was scared."

and you take him up on that offer. the rest of the evening is filled with light laughter from the both of you as childe moves around the kitchen and tells you stories of his childhood. the scene is comforting, peaceful, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"how about we turn in for tonight? don't worry, nothing will harm you as long as your big, strong ajax is by your side!"

❀ kaeya

despite his title of being a "lazy" and "laid-back" captain of the calvary, kaeya isn't one to sleep too much. he has a regular sleeping schedule, though there are some nights where the memories of his past haunt him and he stays up reminiscing about how things were.

he's one to brood alone, not letting anyone see him vulnerable. but he likes to be relied on. there isn't a bone in his body that prevents him from helping anyone in need, even though the way he gets things done is quite... unconventional to everybody else's standards.

but when you call to him for help, he’s there in an instant.

the sound of rustling from beside kaeya stirs him from his slumber. he squints, his good eye focusing in the darkness of his room before landing on your curled up figure beside him. he figures you’re just shifting in your sleep and closes his eyes again, but you shift again and sigh. surely, you’re not sleeping at this point.

kaeya gently calls out your name, a warm smile on his face when he sees you startle from his voice. though, his smile melts away from his face when he sees your expression. it doesn’t help that you flinch slightly when his hand reaches over to brush against your cheek.

“sorry, i just…i’m still shaken from my dream and-“ your apologies are cut short when kaeya sends you a comforting smile and cups your jaw in his hand. he assures you that it’s fine.

“are you okay? how long have you been up?” it takes you a moment too long to come up with a lie that would put your lover at ease. when you come up with an answer, kaeya is already staring at you with his mismatched orbs, one of deep sapphire and the other a light, milky blue color. you can’t lie to him now.

so you tell the calvary captain about the dream you just had, not going too into details with what really shook you. and kaeya listens to everything you say, a hand firmly on your arm to remind him that you’re with him and not whatever occurred in your dreams.

he makes little comments here and there to lighten the mood, though he knows when to keep quiet so you can talk it through. when you finish talking the dream through, kaeya pinches your cheek, chiding you for dreaming of such things.

but he reassures you that you’re fine, and that he’s here to protect you should anything from your dreams come into reality. he jokes about letting you handle everything alone, but you know he wouldn’t despite how cheeky he is.

"don't let the bedbugs bite, [name]. haha, kidding. i'll be here to fight them off if you need me. i am a captain after all."

❀ xiao

xiao isn't unfamiliar with nightmares and dreams. don't forget, one of his duties under the reign of the yaksha's previous master was to devour the dreams of the innocent. it had gotten to the point where dreams were the only things he could stomach, despite detesting the intent behind it.

despite it all, though, xiao is still an adeptus who protects the mortals and the innocent of liyue. his sole job now, under his contract with rex lapis, is to protect even if it means throwing his life away. with a swift call of his name, he would be there to be the guardian of liyue and anyone residing in it.

and that includes you, the sole mortal that the young adeptus enjoys the company of.

a gasp tears through your throat as you sit up in your bed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. your eyes are blown wide open with the visions of your nightmare still clear in your mind. the rapid beating of your heart and panting are the only sounds heard in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

curses spill from your lips as you cradle your head in your hands, your knees pulled up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as you possibly could. but to no avail, no matter what you did to comfort yourself or make yourself forget the nightmare, the visions still flashed in your memories every time you closed your eyes.

you don't hear the rustling from your window, nor did you feel the presence of someone crouching from behind your curtains. it's only when he gently calls your name do you whip your head around, eyes coming face to face with golden eyes that gleam in the moonlight.

"xiao... sorry i didn't see you there," you stutter, quickly wiping your eyes and turning away so the young adeptus wouldn't see you crying. his eyes narrow at you, eyebrows furrowing as a frown settles on his face. "what are you-"

your hands are pulled away from your face and you're pulled closer to him. "you're crying." you try to deny xiao's observation and reassure him that you're fine, but a hand gently brushes against your cheek.

xiao doesn't say anything when the tears begin falling down your face again. he doesn't say anything when you jump into his arms and bury your face in his chest. you feel his arms firmly wrap themselves around you. he doesn't say a word, but his actions alone assure you that he would be there with you for the rest of the evening.

"sleep. should any more dreams come to haunt you during your rest, i'll be here to dispose of them."

❀ zhongli

as an archon, zhongli doesn't find much need for sleep. he's a god and no god needs sleep to be energized for the following day. it's not like it would do well for him anyways, seeing as he would much rather prefer strolling the lit up streets of liyue harbor in the late evening before returning to his home to drink tea and relax.

that's not to say he isn't familiar with dreams and how they can affect mortals. he knows full well the impact they can have, especially if they're dreams filled with horrible outcomes or stuff nobody would like to be reminded of.

so when you come to him to seek comfort after a horrible night, he's ready to welcome you into his embrace.

the gentle whisper of zhongli's name alerts him of your presence from the hallway in your shared home. the archon lifts his head to look at you, eyes made of molten gold meeting your shaking gaze. "what's wrong, dear?" you don't answer his question and instead shift your gaze to the ground.

zhongli tells you to "come here" in the gentlest voice he could muster, and you do. as soon as you sit beside your lover, his hand comfortingly holds your jaw and lifts your face so you can see him. there's nothing but endearment and love in his gaze. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

he hums in amusement seeing the way your body relaxes after that. there's a gentle tug on your arm, a signal for you to find comfort in zhongli's embrace, and you find yourself snug in between the archon's arms. you inhale deeply, zhongli's comforting scent filling your lungs.

his hands rake gently up and down your spine and hearing his heartbeat from where you rest on his chest calms you immensely. if it weren't for your nervous, rhythmic tapping against his arm, zhongli would have assumed you fell back asleep in his arms.

"would you like to hear about the play i've been attending to recently? the plot is quite interesting, i think you would enjoy it." he attempts to distract you for a while to calm your nerves after waking so abruptly, and it works, not to his surprise.

as he drones on and on about the plot that doesn't quite make sense to you in your dazed state, the archon notices the way your fingers have stilled and your breathing has evened out, much calmer and more regulated than before. zhongli smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"it's starting to get late. you should try to rest again. don't worry, i'll be beside you should anything happen to you once more."