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I MADE A PROMISE IF IN FOUR MONTHS THIS FEELING AINT GONE WELL FUCK THIS CITY IM MOVING TO SASKATCHEWAN ITS JUST ANOTHER DAY AND ITS NOT OVER TIL ITS OVER OH TIL ITS OVER ITS JUST ANOTHER DAY AND ITS NOT OVER TIL ITS OVER ITS NEVER OVER TIL I CAN-

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yeah me too….

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knee deep in the passenger seat or whatever

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FARMER | HOMESTEAD RICK

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NOTHING...

HEADCANONS

NOTHING...

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"Help sooad Family Survive & Rebuild in Gaza"

Vetted by gaza-vetters number in the list ✅365✅

Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔

After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.

Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.

Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs

Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.

We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children

I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.

Your support means the world to me and my family.

Please donate 🙏

All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life

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I won't stop saying it: in fanfic-writing, you make your own rules. Write whatever the fuck you want to write

Sometimes it's that you haven't written that fanfic of that genre yet because you don't have confidence in your writing talents, or you have some learning and improving to do in your writing, or you're afraid of the audience reception.

Sometimes it's also just that the said genre is not for you. Write what you're confident in and what makes you happy. It's okay to leave the rest alone.

Unless you're receiving payment to diversify and to be more creative and to "impress", you have every right to stick to your comfort zone.

Write the same fanfic five times with five different endings. Write one genre of fanfics. Write all genres ever known to man. Write for 75 fandoms. Write for one fandom. Update once a year. Update every hour. Write only 200-chaptered stories. Write only drabbles. Write the tamest stuff. Write the kinkiest stuff(tags exist for a reason). Write different love stories for one character you love. Use the same lines or words.

Do anything and everything as long as you're happy and having fun. If there are too many negative emotions(fear, self-doubt, mental stress, worry, anxiety, overthinking, etc.) attached to your writing, then you're probably taking it too seriously.

Nobody has the right to shake your fanfic-writing peace and make you doubt how great of a writer you are, not even YOURSELF or YOUR READERS. This shit is free and meant to be for fun and relaxation.

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*slaying in pansexual*

Happy pride month!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Fantastic edit by @punk--alien

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Around the Force Field

BROTHER DAY X GN! READER

WORDS: 2.8K SUMMARY: Working around Cleon's body force field to satisfying both of your hungers. WARNINGS/TAGS: Power Imbalance, PowerDynamic, Smut, Top! Cleon, Bottom! Reader, Kissing, Making out, Neck Kissing, Missionary, Loud Moaning, Cleon Moaning Loudly, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Slow Sex, Gentle Sex, Interrupted Sex, Caught in the act, Angry Cleon, CleonYelling/Shouting, Rough Groping, Rough Sex, Painful Sex, Creampie, No Aftercare from Cleon, Didn't specify which Cleon

Stepping onto the cold tile floor, sliced curtains moving with the breeze of Trantor's palace, clasping your hands together nervously anticipating the sight of the famed Brother Day. One of Trantor's three emperors.

Once looking upon the powerful man, noticing his relaxed gaze off to the side dressed only in blue pants, chest felt bare, uninterested at your presence.

Hearing many tales of how the others in the palace who waited to be plucked by one of the emperors gushed on about Brother Day. Telling of how they went on to capture his attention, some failing, but the ones that succeeded sang with details all night.

"Emperor," you called, barely earning a glance.

"I am at your service for the next 24 hours," you state. The room falls to silence, leaving your mind to remember what others before you had done, what they had in common. Be bold.

"Are all the stories true?" you ask, capturing his curiosity. Biting down on the smile that wanted to eat up your lips.

"Now what stories would that be?" He asks in return, brow-arching eyes glancing over, head having yet to turn.

"Tellings of how you keep someone up for days just by your mouth alone," you start. "The incredible ability you have to know every inch of one's body, drawing maps with not just your tongue alone," praising the emperor's ego further, allowing it to feast on each word you spoke.

"How there's no telling time or day in the presence of your company, but that's just what I've heard, merely stories, I'm afraid," you smirk, pulling back the feast you gave his ego. It earns you his full attention, head now turned, eyes drinking up your form.

"Stories can only tell so much, it's better for one to have been there, don't you agree?" His voice is deep, full of power, it rumbles through you from a few feet away.

"Of course, how else would they begin?" you respond, knowing you have him now.

"Approach," the emperor commands, solidifying that thought.

Slowly walking to the bed before stopping at its edge, knees touching the soft fabric that lined it, dreaming of how wonderful it would feel against your bare back.

Taking notice of your obedience, waiting for his next command, taking note of it. Motioning you to climb atop the plush bed with his two famed fingers, famed more ways than one. To the public, they are a sign of peace, but to some in the palace, they were famous for much more than that.

With little hesitation, your knees settle onto the bed, crawling towards the emperor, seeing as he looks over your body once more before stopping at your face.

Itching to know what he thought of you, the words spill from your mouth.

"Am I to your liking, emperor?" you ask, standing on your knees, almost towering over the man, pulling back the sheer clothing that decorated your body loosely, showing the lace underneath that covers very little skin.

Watching the emperor's head tilt to the side, eyes taking time to comb carefully over you. Breathing shakily as his hand reaches out, gently runs up your side, feeling his fingers slide under the hem of lace.

Enjoying as his hand gropes your skin, gradually becoming rougher and rougher until a sharp pain stops it all, pulling away as you yelp from the pain, placing a hand of your own over the spot of tender skin.

Looking up from the sight at the sound of the emperor's low-pitched laugh, aching with pain that ripples through your body, mixing with the awakening arousal, creating something unfamiliar.

"You're supposed to be gentle," you remind him, like the man doesn't know, his smiling face changes with slight surprise at your firm tone.

Sitting up tall now, towering over you, "Please try for yourself," he offers, leisurely opening up his arms to the side, granting you access to his bare chest.

Studying the emperor's body, every toned muscle announces itself along his skin. Lifting a hand towards his body, placing it upon him slowly and gently, watching as the tips of your fingers pass under the force field.

Running along his chest, the warmth of his skin engulfs your hand, eyes snapping to the emperor's face as the sound of smooth moans sings from him.

Encouraged by the song of moans, raising another hand, placing it on his arm, guiding both up carefully to reach his shoulders. Observing his head tilt back as the tips of your fingers tease the skin of his neck, throat bobbing as you cup his jaw, fingers combing through small curls that lined the back of his head.

Once stopping, his eyes open, moans ceasing, replaced with heavy breaths. Gazing down, eyes glued to your face, watching for any emotion you may display as his hands find your sides.

Stilling in place, him leaning in, inches away from your ear. "I think we should make a new story for you to go back with," he whispers, the heat of his voice running a blaze through you.

With the same hands that rested atop your hips, using them to push you down onto the soft sheets, attacking your neck with not just kisses but painful pricks, caused the emperor's rough hunger, setting off the golden force field.

Hands travel down your body, hearing the tear lace and it being tossed aside. Laying bare, kissing the lips of your emperor, the man that could kill you with the motion of two fingers, though you squirm with hope, he chose to use them for something much more.

As if reading your mind, his kisses cease, face hovering over yours, eyes reading every emotion that is expressed upon it as his two fingers touch to tease you.

Moaning inches away from his face, admiring your face as it turns with pleasure, fingers now wet with arousal, easing into you. Biting back the moans that curled from your throat, muffling their exit, causing his brows to knit together.

Using his free hand, thumb pulling the bottom lip free from your teeth, "Oh no, let it out. Let me hear you. Let your emperor hear you." His harsh voice echoes through the room. Ensuring that you follow his words, his fingers curl deep within you, acquiring a melody of moans.

Attacking your neck once again, tongue and teeth grazing along the thin skin, hips grinding against the back of your thighs, wishing the fabric of his pants that provided little friction was the confines of your wet walls, wishing for them to squeeze around his cock, body twisting and turning under him.

Using your own hands, exploring down his body, hearing his breath shudder as your hand palms over the growing mass of his cock tented in the prison of fabric.

Struggling to find the hem of the blue pants as his fingers work to distract you, curling and uncurling, the pressure building in you only to be released, then brought back.

Hearing a thick laugh rumble within his chest, zapped by the force field in desperation, only to try again finally find access. Looking into his eyes, witnessing control leave them before his head dips into the nook of your neck, cock finally in hand.

Moans echo out, fingers struggle to move inside you, mind only captivates on the hand wrapped around his cock. Stroking the soft skin, feeling the form's firmness, afraid to hold it any tighter so as to not be brought back to the start with a simple shock.

Pulling himself up, fingers releasing from your walls, resting hands atop your knees. Head swirling back with pleasure, moans booming out, echoing down the hall, filling the walls of the palace. Hips thrusting slowly into the walls of your hand, the thin skin of his cock pulling back and forth, the head gradually lubing your fingers, allowing his length to move with more ease.

As his head comes back, eyes open to look down upon the sight of you. Observing as the flood of control comes back, filling his eyes, pulling away from your touch, watching as he sits up, cock bouncing with desperation for more as he licks the fingers that were once in you, eyes never breaking away from yours.

Brows creasing with pleasure in the taste of you, hearing the pitched noise of the famed fingers leaving his mouth along with a delicious hum. Taking a breath, then leaning in, taking hold of his cock.

"Beg," he orders, voice void of emotion but full of power. Using the tip of his cock to tease you, drawing circles to then slide in only just enough before pulling back, urging you with delayed gratification.

"Please," you plead breathlessly, though it does not satisfy the emperor.

"Beg." He orders again, firmly.

"Please, Emperor," sounding more desperate, but still not what he yearns for.

"Beg me to fuck you." He repeats once again sternly through closed teeth, displaying his own desperation for the sound of your neediness. Cock position outside of you, waiting for the right words.

"Emperor Brother Day, please fuck me," you cry out, squirming under his frame. Feasting on the desperation that fills your voice, soaking it in, earning a devilish smile from the powerful man, the same powerful man that starts to steadily sink his cock onto you.

Moans harmonizing beautifully from the throats of both of you, the walls that he had wanted to beg for now engulfing his cock. Cautiously sinking inside so as not to interrupt the moment with a painful shock, wanting to hear your moans, not yelps of pain, not yet.

Greedily desiring for his cock to fill and feel every inch, needing every drop of your arousal to lube his cock before even considering pulling back to thrust forward.

The emperor moans, turning rugged as your walls squeeze around him, attempting to tempt thrusts from his hips, and you succeed. Steadily he grinds against the back of your thighs and ass, steadily to then pull back to plunge his cock back in, over and over and over.

Head burrowing into the plush bed, eyes not yet lost from your control, watching as the emperor fights his head from tipping back, fights for his eyes not to roll back, devoted to seeing your body shape and stir with the pleasure his cock gave you, he gave you.

Finding a gentle pace of thrusts, leaving the force field undisturbed, and your ever-growing hunger to feed. Head swirling at the feeling of fullness his cock gave you, filling out the walls that more than welcomed the emperor.

Leaning down, kissing your lips, allowing your moans to mix in the heat of your mouths, no longer dominating the sound in the room. The echoes of skin smacking, bouncing off each other with every thrust.

Holding your legs still, wide open for deep access, speeding up, bordering on the line of pain. Taking your own hands to explore the touch-starved skin of Trantor's emperor, hearing from just combing through his hair, running down his side, only to grip for support, adds to his pleasure by the volume of moans increasing, vibrating against your lips and tongue.

"Empire," a voice calls from the hall. Halting mid-thrust, buried deep within you. Breaking the heated kiss between you, not bothering to look up, witnessing as his face darkens with annoyance.

"What!" He shouts, voice in the form of a deep growl booming close to your ear.

Startled by the interruption along with his loud shout, facing away from the women, attempting to cover your bareness.

"Your order is needed on a matter urgently, Empire," she explains, feeling his hands tighten around your thighs, causing pain to spark against them.

"It will have to wait." His voice sounding more agitated.

"Unfortunately, Emp-"

"I SAID IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT!" He yells back, cutting her off. Glancing up to see his head turned to look at her, face red with anger. Hearing his yell echo through the room down the halls, most likely meeting the ears of those that wait for him in the throne room.

As the room falls silent, her heels break it, echoing down the halls as she exits the room, leaving the tension behind with him.

"I can excuse myself, emperor," you hesitantly offer, turning what lasting annoyance he had on you.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, this galaxy waits on me hand and foot. They will wait for me to finish," he says sternly, face inches away from yours.

Returning to the moment that was interrupted, kissing your lips roughly, pained by the force field's retaliation, thought it all mixed with the pleasure that started to bloom in waves.

Thrusting with more feralness than mindful hunger, the fight for control you once had now been won, no longer needing your boldness to peak his interest for his cock to rise, only needing you to twist, moan, and call for him.

"Cleon," his name, slips from your lips in the form of a curling moan between kisses, earning a deep laugh that bellows from his chest, the slip further hardening his cock.

Squeezing your thighs softly, then quickly turning rough, causing pain to shoot through you, only to soothe that same spot after, feeding the arousal in you.

Sensing the creation of a smirk against your lips, Cleon, having found a new form of pleasure to inflict upon your body. Feeling his body become rougher, hands squeezing every surface of skin, thrusts starting to ram, setting off an invasion of pain.

"You belong to me," he growls, rawing the skin of your ass. Hands delivering sharp pain across the skin of your hips as he fought the force field's push inside you, setting off the same snips of pain in your walls that mixed too well with the pleasure his cock stirred inside you.

Tears fog your vision as they brim, watching the blurry form of the emperor above you lean closer. "Cleon." His name left your lips with euphoric breathlessness, the very man's lips latch onto your neck, tongue licking up the sweat of sex.

The smell of smoke fills your nose, pulling you from the euphoric fever as he curses against your lips. The emperor now the one in pain. Tearing off the gold bracelet, growing too hot for his skin to bare, as it flung across the room, so did the smell of smoke go with it.

Void of pain, relief runs through you. Mind no longer on the overwhelming mix, the feel of building makes itself known, fingers now able to dig into Cleon's skin. As your hands found support in his skin, his hand ran down between thrusts, touching you.

Losing all focus in Cleon's touch, feeling your body build to a release, encouraged by his touch along with the words he spoke so intensely into your ear.

"That's it, cum for me," he whispers roughly. "Cum for your emperor," his voice rumbles richly against your neck, prickling it with hot kisses.

"Fuck, look at you," his yearning being the last piece before letting go, barely hearing his praise at your body arching, nails digging into his sides.

"Fuck Cleon, please," you moan in the height of your orgasm. "Don't stop, please, Cleon," you plead further.

Hearing Cleon groan, thrusts become unsteady, more deep than fast. Pulling away from your neck, sitting up, taking the last bit of control he had to keep your thighs apart, allowing his final thrusts to reach deep within you.

Throwing his head back, holding little back, burying himself within you as robes of cum spill into you. Chest rising and falling with deep breaths, hips giving small thrusts to pump out any cum that remains in his balls, wanting your insides to have it all.

Seconds pass before he leans down, kissing your lips gently this time, signaling the rough, pleasured attacks on your body have halted.

Breaking away, sitting up to look over your body, now different from earlier, skin bloomed with red and raw, coated in a layer of sweat. Smirking, proud of his work on your body. Watching as you whine, pulling his cock out, cum dripping onto the once clean sheet now hot with sweat, to be cleaned by the palace staff.

Cleon's hands soothe over your body one last time, ending at your hands, pulling them up to his lips, kissing them softly, then laying them back down onto your body.

"I'll send someone to clean you and bring you back to your chambers," he says tiredly, climbing off the bed, needing to tend to the urgent matter from the interruption.

Hearing his bare feet walk down the hall, followed by the hums of voices, drowning out the two pairs of feet as they fade into the hall. Thinking of all that happened, having no sense of time, finding it too hard to compress into one story, worrying you would leave out the smallest detail.

Though if all were to slip away, only one needed to be told, breaking the very golden bracelet all emperors wore, protecting them from any harm that came their way, had broken in the heat of pain-mixed sex. Knowing for sure, the tale would exceed any that were to be told Cleons after.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

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BROTHER DAY

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RED* = SMUT | SLIGHT SMUT | LEMON | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

ORANGE~ = FLUFF

PURPLE^ + NOT FLUFF/SMUT

ONESHOTS | SERIES

AROUND THE FORCE FIELD* GN! READER

WORDS: 2.8K SUMMARY:Working around Cleon's body force field to satisfying both of your hungers. WARNINGS:Power Imbalance, PowerDynamic, Smut, Top! Cleon, Bottom! Reader, Kissing, Making out, Neck Kissing, Missionary, Loud Moaning, Cleon Moaning Loudly, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Slow Sex, Gentle Sex, Interrupted Sex, Caught in the act, Angry Cleon, CleonYelling/Shouting, Rough Groping, Rough Sex, Painful Sex, Creampie, No Aftercare from Cleon, Didn't specify which Cleon

HEADCANONS

NOTHING...

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Licking Wounds

SOLAS X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Licking the wounds of your Dread Wolf. WARNINGS: After Veilguard (Great Ending), Established Relationship, Fluff, Mention of Blood & Wounds, Patching up Solas, Solas' hands explore the reader's body a bit, Subjective text (at the end)

Hearing Solas hiss, pulling away in pain from you cleaning the many cuts on his face, gently grabbing his chin to face you once again. Standing as Solas sits, holding him still, wiping away the blood and tears as he whimpers in pain, fingers lightly digging into your hips in support as you patch up the cut.

"One down, many more to go," you say, before moving onto the next cut above his eye, causing you to look down into Solas' puppy eyes.

"Please, Vhenan, let me handle this," he says, voice raw from letting out all the years of pain in your arms minutes ago, slowly reaching up to take over the wet cloth.

Lifting it out of his reach, "I think you've done enough today, Solas." his hand hesitantly returns to resting on your hip, allowing the cleaning to continue.

"Relax, Solas, the fight is over. Let someone else lick your wounds for once," you whisper, softly pressing the cloth into his cut, soaking up the fresh blood, then gently wiping away the dried blood with the sight of Solas' carved smirk at that last statement in the corner of your vision.

Finished cleaning, then patching up his face along with the cut to his neck, making sure to wipe the dragon's blood from his mouth before placing a kiss upon them, then moving onto the rest of Solas' body.

Stripped of his armor, chest bare with wounds lining down his body, some shapen as cuts, others as deep teeth marks, already in the process of healing. Dripping the cloth back into the bowl of bloody water before running it over his chest, feeling Solas' eyes watch you, exploring every inch of your skin, memorizing it all over again just like he did all those years ago.

Solas' hands slowly climb up your body, tempting the concentration you now desperately hold onto, pressing the cloth firmly into one of the wounds, losing focus in his hands as they travel.

Hissing in pain, quickly jolting his hands back down to the neutral skin of your hips, locking with Solas' violet eye, noticing his mouth slightly open, breathless. Flickering your eyes back down, seeing as the wound is irritated, oozing with more blood, rushing to clean what you could, putting pressure on the wound before swiftly patching it up.

Knowing the calm air wouldn't last much longer at this pace, quickening your patchwork, careful never to lose focus again even as Solas shifted in his seated position, feeling the brush of his thigh against yours before feeling him again grabbing your wrists, stopping their work, looking to his yearning eyes as they flicker across your face.

"That's enough for now, Vhenan," he whispers firmly, voice deep rumbling through you, feeling just how many years the both of you had to catch up on.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

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How to lock your fanfiction on ao3 in bulk

First go to your Profile

Scroll down until you see the "Edit my works" button

After clicking it you'll end up in the "Edit Multiple Works" section

Choose the works you want to lock. You can pick all of them or just the specific ones. Then click the "Edit" button.

Scroll down until the "Privacy" section. "Visibility" would have "Only show to registered users" option. This is what you need to choose to lock the fics.

You can change other stuff if you want, like maybe add comment moderation.

Click "Update All Works" to save.

There you go!

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PSA

Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros' retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:

Screenshots from here.

If you get a comment like this, just report for spam and delete.

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Sunrise

EMMRICH VOLKARIN X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Waking to the glow of the sunrise and Emmrich holding your little one. WARNINGS: Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Dad! Emmrich, Emmrich adoring you, Reader waking up, No specification if child is biological or adopted

Bathing in the glow of the sunrise, feeling the warmth of its rays peeking through the soft curtains prickle along your skin. Its comforting touch is not what wakes you, but the whispers of loving playfulness and the coo of giggles.

Peeking from the softest of your pillow, blinking away the morning fogginess to focus on the sight that warms you more than the sun and its rays ever could.

Emmrich sat at the window nook, legs bent, allowing your child to be cradled against his thighs. Watching as he gently pinches their cheek with one hand, earning the sweetest giggles, while the other is held hostage by the little one, having grabbed onto his finger.

Hearing as he whispers coos of how precious of a life they are to the two of you, lightly combing their hair while going on to tell of the first time he laid eyes on them, sweetly admitting to having cried.

"Guess who is awake?" You hear Emmrich whisper to them just as the story comes to an end, you smile, sitting up in bed. Catching Emmrich's soft gaze as he turns to look at you, soaking in the warm smile he gives you.

Taking in the sight of each other, Emmrich was no longer dressed in his nightwear but a simple lightweight shirt that loosely hung onto his body styled with light gray woolen pants you had bought him years ago.

Hugged in the blankets of your shared bedding, dressed in your wrinkled nightwear, though waking only minutes ago, Emmrich still looked upon you with such adoring eyes that never seemed to dull even with every morning you shared.

"Good morning, dear," he greets lovingly, before moving from the lounge under the window to the bed holding your child.

Holding out your hand, wanting to cuddle the soft bundle of joy he had all morning, the light jealousy washing away once in your arms, the coos from you start.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, cupping your cheek gently, allowing you to feel the cold gold rings that lined his fingers. The temperature wakes you further, bringing you a feeling of comfort and familiarity, resting your eyes, answering with a nod while leaning into his touch.

Opening your eyes look to Emmrich as he looks to you with pure adoration at the full picture of you and the little one cuddled together in the glow of the morning, tempting him to have you both painted in this moment.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

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Why is this the funniest DM I've ever gotten ?

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Hearing about the news about AO3 these past days, I'm going to make some changes to my AO3. This, of course, will have no effect to my Tumblr, I will not be touching anything on here.

First, I'm NOT going to delete any of my fanfiction. I am going to restrict my fanfiction on AO3 to users of the site only, meaning if you have an account, you will have access to my works, and if you don't, then you can't read my work on that site.

Next, I'm going to stop posting my work on AO3 until this matter gets resolved.

I know some like to have a place where they like to read, and some may not have accounts, but this is for the protection of my work. Thank you for understanding.

If you are one of the many that got stolen from, I know what you're feeling, but we'll get through this together.

Death to AI.