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mcu-senshi · 2 years ago

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Elrond Needing Reassurance

You had been married for not even a year, and yes, that is but a blink of an eye for elf but it has been pure bliss. You are the Princess, daughter of the High King Gil-galad and you are accustomed to the busy life of diplomacy and endless education. But, lately you have noticed that you been seeing your husband a bit less than usual. You are certain your father has a greater plan and regardless of being one of the leaders of such a successful and well-regarded kingdom, your father does not tell you everything until he sees fit.

The last few weeks you have traveled more than you have in the few decades and when you returned you noticed your husband a bit off. Elrond, your darling Lord Herald is still as focused and wise as ever and always seen with a scroll in hand, but you noticed something different.

Upon your return you did not see him at the royal gate to meet you. He claimed that he was simply occupied to greet you upon your return. You excused him without a doubt. When you and the council members who traveled were finally settled, you asked him to meet you in your private dining area and he did not show. After a handful of failed attempts you had to scheme in order to ask your husband what was weighing on him. So you had someone send a message to your husband, claiming the request is from the King. Your message was simply that he was to meet the King in the library an hour before sunset to discuss an urgent matter.

You walked into the library well before the scheduled meeting time to ensure Elrond would not see you. And you waiting. Your ever-punctual husband walked into the library and upon seeing you his face lit up, but you saw the slight hint of hesitation in the corner of his eyes before his soft smile graced his face.

“Good evening, my beloved,” you greeted him.

“Good evening my Princess,” he returned as he looked around for the King. “If it is my father you seek, he is not here. And he will not be here as this meeting was but a decoy.”

Elrond gave a slight nod and walked beside you and you headed towards a more secluded area of the library. “My darling, why are we here?” He asked you.

“Well,” you began as you brought your hands together, “I know we are both quite preoccupied, but I have noticed a change in you recently, my Love.”

“I am a bit ashamed, my Princess, I must admit to you,” he began. You were a bit surprised because you wanted to open up a bit more but since he spoke up first you simply listened. “I have felt a bit differently, but I promise you my Love, it was not my intention.”

“My darling husband, have I done or said something to upset you?” You asked as you looked up to him with a bit of worry in your eyes.

“Valar, no, my Love. You have not.” He replied as he took hold of your hands. “Then why do you look at me differently or simply look away at times?” You asked.

“My mind was introduced to the feelings of jealousy, my Starlight, I apologize,” you locked eyes and then that is when his face and shoulders relaxed. “I began to feel jealous when I realized that you traveled with all men and your time with the council mostly with men” You smiled up at him and you realized what had happened. He needed reassurance. He needed to feel a little extra love and attention.

“May I reassure you, my Love?” You asked as you took your hands from his so yours could envelope his. He nodded and took a deep breathe in.

“My sweet Elrond, you are the love of my life and I will do anything to see you smile. While I know that our positions demand so much of us both, you will always be my warmth and my strength. No matter of how much people I must meet, and believe me there are times I wish I simply did not have to meet such egotistical lords and ladies in the name of diplomacy,” and at that you both let out a chuckle. “You are the who I dream about each night we are not physically together. You are the one who I want to wake up to and fall asleep next you every day. I want to wake you up with kisses every morning and I want to fall asleep in your arms each and every night. I could never imagine of a more loving and amazing partner to call my darling husband.” And with that you kissed his hands and then quickly moved to his neck and chin and cheeks and nose and finally you planted quick kisses upon his lips. He wrapped his hands around your waist and your body as close as possible to his and deepened the kiss.

“I apologize for feeling jealous my darling Princess,” he said as he broke the kiss. “But you must understand that I still worry about you being surrounded by such warriors whose legends and towering figures proceed them. I hear of them joking amongst themselves about who could sway you away from your marriage.”

Your eyes widened as you let out a laugh. “My darling sweet husband, I would simply cut the hand off of whichever guard or warrior who dare attempt such a thing.”

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mcu-senshi · 4 years ago

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V!!!!! Your last post made my heart SO WARM and soft that I can't help but ask for more. It doesn't have to be a whole thing, it can be headcanons or just a reply. Tell me more about Little Andrea and his relationship with his family. Or anything, tbh. Just give me moooore, pleaaaase.

Andrea Johann Kreizler - Y/L/N

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: CUTENESS???? Inspired by THIS

Author’s note: My heart is sold to this cheeky one, it started small and here I am. I love him, Maybe it is a bit messy but I just poured out all my ideas and wishes for the Kreizler's boy. The pics are from Pinterest.

When you first found out you were pregnant you didn’t inform Laszlo straight away, afraid it was a false alarm. It had been too little since you begun trying to conceive a child and it would be too beautiful to be expecting already, but nevertheless you were already avoiding all the foods and beverages that could damage a child.

You didn’t threw up ever but you got frequent nauseas, it was like being on a ship driven by a drunkhard every time.

Eventually you presented to the Institute one day, counting one month since your period stopped, and presented Laszlo with the latest book about child-welfare with a special note written by you on the inside.

It is your turn - Y/N

Laszlo was first confused, then his eyebrows furrowed, then his eyes widened, mouth gaped wide as he stood up launching the chair on the floor while standing up moving around the table to touch your tummy immediately.

“For real?” He whispered and you nodded as he covered you with questions about your symptoms.

After the third month the nausea was gone, the bump now showing proudly and Laszlo throwing all the corsets out of the bedroom locking them in a truck. He didn’t need to be so extreme, but he just had to do it, to be sure.

Sara was smirking all the time at Laszlo’s happy face, he was beaming happiness all the time and getting distracted easily. He also insisted to get a picture of you two and the bump every month, it was still something new back then, in particular to do it so often, but he was obsessed. Violet was your first source of reassurance, she went through it first and she gave you lot of useful tips for the night pains and for the day the baby will come. John elbowed Laszlo so many times saying how he didn’t waste time after the wedding that the alienist almost stopped to notice it. The kids and matrons at the Institute always saying hi to the bump, calling the bump Dr Kreizler or Little Dr Kreizler, anyway adorable. The gramophone was always playing in the evening, all Laszlo’s favourite sonatas and operas, he would read in German to your bump.

“The baby kicked” he said once, his right hand resting onto the bump while you were reading a book to him, he always loved you to do so and it relaxed him endlessly, also it seemed to mostly calm the baby too.

The surprise and pride into his eyes were clear, he got worried every now and then, thinking about his arm, about how he won’t be a good father and so on.

You’d kiss all those doubts away with a smile and a wink making him blush.

You both wanted a Hungarian name, and you picked Andrea because it was good both for a boy and a girl, you didn’t want to unravel the topic too much. Johann came in a second time because you wanted also a German name on him and you and Laszlo met during a cello concert written by Johann Sebastian Bach.

Andrea was born during the stormiest November New York had ever met. Floods everywhere thunders making the electricity collapse, everywhere news about shipwrecks and tragedies. It was during one of those electric storms that your waters broke, after the healthiest pregnancy ever this was the first real moment when Laszlo got scared for you. He couldn’t bring you to the hospital so he had to help you in the beginning to breathe and relax while the doctor made his way to the house. Laszlo couldn’t hear any reasoning and stayed with you through all the process holding onto your hand. The delivery was quite quick in itself, a loud cry coming out among the thunders.

“Little Andrea came to the world with lot of noise and commotion” Laszlo said as you held your baby against your naked chest.

Andrea was born dark eyed and with lots of hair, you soon found out your boy was a dark blonde, he was perfect weight, perfect length and, even if it wasn’t something genetic that could get to his son in any way, with both of his arms functioning perfectly. Laszlo felt silly for doubting it, but he was fearful nevertheless.

Andrea’s first months were a bliss, the best moments were the ones you helped Laszlo to find a way to hold the baby one armed, you did many tries together because he was afraid to drop the baby, and once he found the perfect technique, Laszlo was constantly bringing his son with him.

Your time with Andrea back then was long, you spoke to him softly as his bright eyes stared at you in awe, his little hands looking for your comfort, he would smile at you the first time, you’d feel your heart bloom with tenderness.

Of course, Andrea’s first word had to be Apa, the Hungarian for dad, you were lightly upset but Laszlo’s happy face when you asked Andrea “who is that?” And he answered out loud “Apa!” Was priceless. After that Laszlo needed a whisky, an electroshock and a hug in this order or maybe all at the same time. He just melted in front of your eyes while leaning to kiss his boy forehead while supporting his head with his left hand.

When older, usually Andrea would wake up super early, he would sit in his bed, standing onto his tiny legs to lean against the window and watch the sun rise. More than often he would sneak into his parents room. Every now and then, he thought, his parents must have felt really hot during the night because he would find them without clothes. Laszlo would pretend not to wake up only to enjoy his presence around and see what he would do.

You would love Andrea’s little curls behind his head more than anything, you never expected him to come out so blonde but Laszlo confessed to you how blonde he was as a child.

Once during a discussion about some criminal behaviour in his office Laszlo was supporting Andrea on his hip with his left arm while talking to John and Sara, Andrea would touch his beard often but randomly hold onto his jaw or putting his hand in his father’s mouth forcing him to silence.

Laszlo and Andrea would be the best nap buddies, whenever Andrea couldn’t sleep he just needed to lay on his father’s chest and he would be asleep in few minutes. Another little habit the two had was to get you flowers together, Laszlo would forget all the rules about flower’s language and let Andrea express himself picking colours and everything. Andrea was savage about flowers and he would tear down the public gardens if nobody supervised him only to rush to you with muddy hands full of daisies and any other flowers that attracted his gaze.

Andrea liked a lot his father "sleepy arm", that's how he called it. Not a broken wing, just sleepy, like his father had this part of him that needed time to rest more. He would toy with it, steal the family ring Laszlo wore on it, just play with his fingers and giggling when Laslo would moved them lightly. That was also Andrea's hand of choice to hold. Laszlo was worried at first, afraid to lose the grip of his son if something happened, but Andrea held it strong enough for the both of them warming Laszlo's heart.

Around the age of five Andrea’s languages were stabilising, he would switch in Hungarian and German only around the two of you, in particular if he wanted to talk about something he considered private or a secret. A secret could be also something like being hungry but not wanting to say it out loud, so he just said it in another language. Before this moment talking to Andrea was like living into a babel of words, he would use his favourite words in his favourite languages randomly, much for the headache of his aunts and uncles. Unfortunately once he heard uncle Lucius speech Hebrew and he decided he wanted to learn that too, because he liked the sound and pestered the man whenever he met him. As you can see, the boy was sweet but deadly stubborn like his own father.

The little boy had his private lessons, where he learned to write and read at incredible speed, but he also loved to spend time at the Institute. Sometimes Laszlo would get slightly worried when noticing that Andrea would give away easily toys to other kids, afraid to have enhanced in him a submissive nature, but he also realised how his boy inherited his deadly glare when some kid tried to steal something from him without asking for it. The balanced character of Andrea came out when some stronger or older kid tried to bully him. He would just stare at them covering them in ‘but why?’ Only to earn them to leave him alone.

Andrea would love to go at uncle’s John house to play with John’s daughter, he would be the sweetest boy. Also Andrea, just like his father, hated lies. When somebody baby talked to him only for him to later find out the truth he would be able to throw a fit worth of his last name. Once Uncle John told him something about how his car moved on his own, he made it up not knowing how to explain that kind of mechanical stuff to a boy. The screams that surged from Andrea when his father explained him the truth could have shaken the core of the Earth. “I am so mad at you” he would sentence with a frown directly to his Uncle earning his shame but also a little chuckle because the boy was hilarious.

Aunt Sara’s office was Andrea’s little wonderland, he would find always the most curious things and if something got lost in there Andrea would be the one to find it. Andrea had also a secret agreement with aunt Sara about eating sweets, it all came out suddenly once that Andrea found a little gun discarded around bringing it back to aunt Sara. He still didn’t understand why but since then aunt Sara kept covering him in sweets behind the promise to not tell his parents about it. He didn’t mind, even though uncle Theodore always showed him how guns work way before that little incident happened.

Andrea’s biggest passion was always music, Laszlo exposed him to music since he was the tiniest and it didn’t came unexpected the first time Laszlo found him trying to play the piano. He taught the boy one handed songs, which unexpectedly brought Andrea to be extremely gifted for the violin. Laszlo found it out while, during an evening at the opera, he went to congratulate a friend of his that was in the orchestra who observed Andrea move around the the instruments with fascination. The musician’s intuition was right, Andrea wasn’t only good with the violin, he loved to play much for Stevie’s annoyance.

Talking about Stevie: Andrea was his favourite and his nightmare. He would avoid the kid always saying he was pestering him, but he was the first one to run around the garden if there was a prolonged silence while Andrea was playing. Andrea wasn’t type to get into troubles, but he was curious therefore prone to get into danger.

Can you imagine a kid more excited to have a suit for the evenings? No? Well expect to see Laszlo Kreizler and his mini me pace some fancy event of aunt Violet looking so dapper that all the ladies were awning for him already.

The first time you and Laszlo visited the sea Andrea went wild and took off his shoes, you rolled up his tiny pants so he could run around the shore safely. He fell after 5 minutes and got soaked and happy, laughing hard. Laszlo would adore to see how fearless was his boy.

Once he grew up Andrea was one of the most charming lads of New York, all the ladies, and not only, falling helplessly for him without even trying. He was cheeky, he knew he was attractive and he would more or less play along with it. He was a guy with a heart of gold, calm and always generous with others. His temper held back thanks to the countless exercises on the violin, the way he easily let out all his sorrows and worries and anger. He wasn't the kind of guy that comes to the fists easily, but he surely had to show more than once that his patience wasn't limitless.

He would study at the university while practicing at the conservatory. All the afternoons, or most of them, he would go by his father’s Institute showing his university notes and putting on a lab coat to help him around. The kids would adore him and he would spend countless hours with them, playing the violin and helping them to solve the smallest conflicts. Laszlo had the best assistant in him ,to have him around was always like having a ray of sunshine in the Institute and Andrea would be the one to remind him when it is time to go home.

John’s daughter would be the most spoiled girl he would ever know, but they were friends and he often played the violin for her events. John would be constantly afraid there might be something between them and casually walk into every event his daughter hosted.

Sara often used Andrea’s charms for her own private investigation, he was just so polite and able to sync with other’s feelings that he almost never found himself into troubles, plus the easiness he had with languages made him her interpreter of choice . And yes, she gifted him a gun, she owed him, much to Laszlo’s own displeasure. Andrea had a bright intellect and he was clearly intrigued by mystery and the adrenaline rush of the hunt for a criminal.

Andrea would always walk his mother for her morning errands, you would adore to pared him around and he was so smart and charming you had to glare young widows away. He would be the sweetest, often coming late home after playing with the conservatory orchestra to let himself drop aimlessly on the couch to rest his had on your lap and fall asleep within seconds.

Eventually Andrea won a scholarship for The Royal Orchestra of London, leaving his parents alone for a season, but when he came back after bright letters and recommendations he would be offered a place in the Orchestra of the NY Symphonic and perform in the same place his father met his mother and where he went so often during his all childhood. You would hold Laszlo’s hand while watching him perform knowing you gave it all to that boy.

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