#but genuinely I cannot thank you enough for this. it’s being a Truly Bad Day and I’m being dramatic and ridiculous about it but YOU

[corrodedcoughin]

hii anna!! hope i don't bother you but i felt like sending you some random questions, if it's okay? so anyway how are you? how's that piercing healing? are you a big shirt/small pants or small shirt/big pants person? what's one thing you like about yourself? what's something good that happened today? what's the sexiest weapon?

💜

You could NEVER bother me!!! Ever!!! This has actually really cheered me up so thank you! Had a quite frankly shitty day so it was truly a joy to see this in my inbox, thank you :’)

Piercings are now healed enough to swap the Jewellery out! So I’m trying to find out where to buy labrets and lip rings from??? And if body safe plastic really is okay to use!! Lip ring soon baby!!!! And thank you for even remembering??? Genuinely I’m not joking huge thank you.

I am very much big shirt and I really went off of skinny jeans because of Gender but I’m slowly getting back into them because i fear it might be the only way to get the look I want/crave. It’s so hard being me 😪 (a joke, please)

Babe today is not the day I can answer the next question it thank you for even asking. If nothing else I like that I get so excited to get people gifts

Good thing that happened today is that my dog wasn’t sick and back to himself! He was sick yesterday and feeling sorry for himself. Wait I’ll show you. But he’s feeling better today!

And sexiest weapon is these

[infictionalwonderland]

the big bad birthday — h.lewis

SUMMARY, it’s your birthday and amidst the wholesome birthday posts, everyone’s entertainment comes from the chaotic and completely drunk off your tits content!

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faithlouisak, to the girl of my dreams, my sugar plum baddie pookie boo bear, the big spoon to my little spoon, the sugar in my tea, the absolute fittest fucking person on this planet with the best tits ive ever seen (soz wroetoshaw). HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SPEND EVERY FUCKING BIRTHDAY WITH YOU UNTIL WERE BOTH CRIPPLED AND ROLLING ABOUT IN OUR WHEELCHAIRS IN ALL THE SKATE PARKS LIKE THE COOL KIDS WE ARE XOXOXOXO tagged—@yourusername

view all 23,506 comments yourusername FAITH STOP IT.

yourusername I LOVE YOU SO BLOODY MUCH MY HEART IS LITERALLY ACHING AND UGH YOURE JUST MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVER COME KISS ME

-> faithlouisak don’t have to feckin ask me twice sexy bum

-> behzingagram @wroetoshaw

-> yourusername YO YO YO FAITH UR BOYFS TRYING TO HATE CRIME US?????!!!?????

-> faithlouisak AHHH HOMOPHOBE

bambinobecky the cake is so true 😋😋😋😋😋😋

mrskelly THE PHOTOS OF THEM I CANNOT THEYRE ACTUALLY SO CUTE BRO! THEIR FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME SO HAPPY 💕💕

mummy_behz wishing the beautiful beautiful birthday girl all the best! 💐💐

-> yourusername thank you so much ruth 💝

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taliamar LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WILL YOU PLEASE STAND BC IT IS THE FUCKING BIRTHDAY OF MY LOVVERR! yn i love you so much i genuinely cannot put it into words (can put it into our songs tho xx) you’re the most amazing person that i have ever met, you make me laugh all the time, you keep a smile on my face always, your energy alone is enough to make me feel all bubbly and giddy inside. with you, i feel safe and happy and loved and i feel like im a little kid again and i can conquer the world. you’re truly the very epitome of perfection, lover 😉 tagged—@yourusername

view all 30,561 comments ksi bro harry’s birthday post better be outta this world 😭

-> tobjizzle honestly, he’s got hella competition

yourusername STOP IT TALIA YOURE SO CUTE AND I ADORE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND YOU DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD BABY. MWAH!

-> taliamar stop i shouldn’t be crying it’s YOUR birthday

-> miniminter and she’s crying now. @wroetoshaw ?

-> wroetoshaw balling mate

gkbarry birthday lass looks so hot drenched in rain xxxx

-> yourusername eat me out 😘😘😘😘

-> gkbarry 🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️

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freyanightingale YN YN YN! from the day that i met you i was amazed by you, by your beauty, your kindness, your wit and your literal intelligence - to this day, that amazement has only increased and i know that as i stay by your side until the day we both die in our cute little hospital gowns in our hospital beds with rooms next to each other, i will die still being amazed by you and your very being. i love you so much and you deserve the universe, and even more. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL 💕💕

p.s yes i am lying on her arse in the 8th slide it was a true life experience tagged—@yourusername

view all 16,993 comments zerkaa i feel cheated on

-> freyanightingale cry about it

-> taliamar literally no one cares

-> faithlouisak omg piss off u HOBO

-> tobjizzle flabbergasted.

yourusername FREYA!!!!!!! BRO IM ACTUALLY GONNA HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY, luv u ari, AFTER ALL THESE MESSAGES AND YOU BET YOUR FAT ASS WE’RE GONNA HAVE HOSPTIAL BEDS NEXT TO ONE ANOTHER???? WE CAN WEAR OUR MATCHING HARRY POTTER SOCK SETS AND GET MATCHING ACRYLICS XXX

-> freyanightingale you’re my favourite person ever xx

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nellarosee happy birthday to the most stunning, happy, loving, genuine, funny & gorgeous gorgeous girl that i have ever known, you are truly one of a kind my girl! tagged—@yourusername

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gkbarry dear sexiest bitch in the entirety of europe, wishing you the best birthday there ever was. we need more people like your fantastical self in the world, cheers for sticking around this long 😘😘😘😘😘

p.s come to mine later, wear ur red set 👅 tagged—@yourusername

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r0sielewis happy birthday to the best girl i’ve ever known, the first genuine friend i have ever made and who i know will always be there for the rest of my life! happy birthday to my role model, my makeup artist, my hair stylist, my therapist, my personal stylist - happy birthday to my everything. i love you so much yn, i hope you know that! all of us lewis’ do (especially mum.. & harry ig) 🤍🤍 tagged—@yourusername

LATER. . .

tobjizzle has posted to their story!

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Hello there! I've been a fan of your work for a while now and let me just say, your original works and characters have me absolutely captivated! (Your yandere outlaw is one of my top favorite fictional characters! And your yandere cult leader is rapidly rising in the ranks 👀) You put so much detail into all your writing and you really delve deep into the psychology and personality of every one of them so beautifully, not to mention how diverse they all are from one another. Each and every one has such dimension and they're so believable in their actions and reactions! (And can I just say I think it's very clever that your yandere!Milf/Dilf's names start with the acronym's initial)

And your MCs are also quite vibrant and while they remain easily relatable they still have distinct traits that the characters get attached to. Thank you for making and sharing these amazing stories and characters with us, it really makes my day whenever I see you've posted something new.

Now, I know this ask is getting pretty lengthy (sorry about that ^^" I tend to ramble) but I was going through your Yan!Dilf works again and I wanted to ask, how would Dominic react if his darling was someone who's maybe dealt with manipulative people in the past or is highly emotionally intelligent and observant who could tell he wasn't being entirely genuine? But instead of pulling away from him they try to understand what he wants from them and was open about it? Would he ever even become obsessed with someone like that or allow that kind of situation to happen or is he too cautious for it to be possible?

I know you've had a lot of asks so please don't feel obligated to answer this! But in any case thank you again for sharing your works and I hope you have a wonderful wonderful day! 💖💫

My Lovely, you have positively touched my soul with your endearing sentiments ! Truly, you have made my day and I cannot thank you enough for being such a loyal enthusiast of my work, your time is valued more than I can ever hope to express <3.

Your question is an incredibly fascinating one, my Dear; thank you for sharing it with us ! I wish you the happiest and most prosperous of days, Sweetie ^^

TW: Manipulation, Dominic Being Dominic, Vulnerability, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

♡ Dominic is, as you suggested, initially extremely cautious around you. However, he knows he can't just drop you like a sack of potatoes; it would be far too obvious to the people around him, which would surely cause others to find him out as the serpent he is if they ever went digging around his character.

♡ But, when you show him, gradually, like a keeper feeding a feral animal, that your endeavour is not to oust him as an un-human but rather to understand what made him like this in the first place (and all the lace and frills that come with such a monumental task), he regards you...differently than he did before.

♡ Sure, he thought you were very attractive and that you could offer him something other than the resplendence his life is steeped in, but now...

♡ He feels exposed. Seen. Vulnerable.

♡ All things he tries to push back against. Things he tries to bury beneath a grandiose tale of a childhood spent in the most accommodating of educational establishments, lavish mansions and the lap of luxury.

♡ He tries to lead you a merry dance down a version of his life that he wants you to see, rebuttaling your attempts at making him crack.

♡ You tell him you can see past that. He, feeling his eye twitch, believes you.

♡ It will take a long, long time to get Dominic even close to admitting a scintilla of how his psyche works. Or, rather, doesn't work.

♡ And it's only if you manage to grind away at his need to hide his most precious secret - the parasite that wears his skin and controls his mind - that he'll open up.

♡ Fractionally. Piecemeal. But he opens up, nonetheless.

♡ He'll grow to love you in ways unfathomable even to him.

♡ If you thought he was bad without having a background in combatting the manipulation of others, he is insidious now.

♡ You become to him what he could never be for himself; a safe haven. The only person from which he does not hide.

♡ Sure, he keeps the more...dangerous aspects of his personality hidden for a lot longer than others, but you can topple these columns, can shake Dominic from his perch forged from the ivory of a devil's horns.

♡ You can tame him in ways unimaginable. You have only to see him for who - what - he truly is.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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[strywoven]

quarterly check-in time ( + some house-keeping ) !  it is now the halfway mark of my semester and i am realizing how nanami ( jjk ) coded i am bc i - to the extreme - min-max my time to maximize my academic output.  work-life balance ?  not in this house ; only work.  as always , feel free to skip over this or read this at your leisure , but i will preface there’s a somewhat IMPORTANT note at the end.

i was invited to join symposium day in april.  which , again , is another major honor on my part , but i declined bc - full disclosure - i am not a man who does well with public speaking.  so , while i would’ve appreciated the accreditation of speaking , i also know that i would’ve stood at the podium , shook like a leaf and been so nervous that i made ( very bad ) jokes the entire presentation of my research projects OR i would’ve spoken so quietly they would’ve had to turn my mic ALL THE WAY UP bc no-one could hear my stupid ass as i mumbled through the whole thing.  the board member who was inviting me was like , “you know , i don’t think you give yourself enough credit” and i had to sit with that for a little while.

remember when i said i was accepted into the Psi Chi honors society ?  well , golly gee , there’s A FEE for membership !  how dare you want my time and my commitment and then demand my nonexistent money.  absolute malarkey.

in moral theology i want to report that whenever the prof brings up sociology and/or psychology , he IMMEDIATELY does the *pauses , looks at me in the front row* “... mav?”  IN LIKE.  the most expectant way.  bc he knows i have input on the subject.  i’m the resident nerd ig.  NOT LIKE I’M THE ONLY PSYCH MAJOR IN THAT CLASS BTW.  i’m just the only one with a big mouth.

i’ve noticed i have a rapport with several professors on-campus now … like , they will actually stop and wave to me when they see me or flag me down to talk to me and i *clenches fist* it makes me so happy.  it’s wild to come to the realization that these people genuinely GIVE A SHIT about me and how my education is going , i’ll say it.

as for my house-keeping tidbit : i cannot believe that i have to remind everyone about smth that is stated NUMEROUS TIMES in my rules , about smth that i make evident whenever we talk ooc - please , my compatriots in christ , COMMUNICATE .  in lieu of being hard-blocked by a now ex-mutual who i perceived as a ( good ) friend , over … i truly do not know what … i was so blindsided by this , i nearly deleted my blog out of shock and anxiety.  we are all adults , and none of us are mind-readers.  if ever there is a concern or smth you need to tell me , just do so !!  this is not meant as a vague , nor is meant to be a vent , but i do want to make clear that i am always open to being approached.  thank you.

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰crossteaming pt.2 !꒱

genshin characters as your streamer bf/gf !

character x gn!reader

includes kazuha, venti, itto, thoma, and shenhe!

warnings : none.

a/n : thank you for all the notes on the 1st part , much appreciated <3

KAZUHA - THE GEOGUESSER PRO

of course the wanted criminal knows all about geography. (and poetry of course too, but well get to that later)

doesnt matter where in the world he is plopped down in, kazuha knows exactly where he is, and hes quick about it too.

competes in geoguessr tournaments too and often wins with ease.

hes the type to do google maps speedruns as well, and none of his friends are nearly as good as he is.

if youre ever lost somewhere, just send kazuha a pick of your surroundings on twitter, and hes sure to find your cross streets soon enough!

“you said how i got your address…? dont even worry about that bro.”

youre literally just there to distract kazuha, if im being entirely honest.

oh, hes 1 guess away from a 50 state streak ? not if you can do anything about it. especially if he had a penalty set up for getting answers wrong.

he has called you a pest multiple times, but its out of love <3 i dont genuinely think he could ever get mad at you for real, hes very calm all the time.

he also likes to share poetry! on the days you (lovingly) annoy him he likes to write funky lil haikus about how annoying you are <3 isnt that sweet?

what can i say, hes a funny little jokester, at least on camera. when its just the two of you alone hes a lot more romantic, i promise.

“shall i compare thee to a summers day? no, a summers day is not a bitch.”

VENTI - THE GENSHIN STREAMER

pretend for a second that hes not a character in the game, or even better yet, he voice acts one of the characters. venti never shuts up about how good his team comp is and how he always manages to get the characters he wants. (secretly hes just spending a LOT of money.)

character build reviews but hes actually pretty nice about it! sometimes there will be a build that he cannot physically say anything good about and its entertaining, so chat started sending in builds that were purposely bad just to get reactions out of him LMAO.

adventure rank 60, no doubt about it.

the most annoying co-op player. oh you wanted to be that character? too bad, now hes going to play them and hes got a better build too, guess you should switch <3

SOOO many unfinished quests yet he complains he has nothing to do. (guilty)

“go touch grass? im a genshin player… what is that supposed to mean?”

venti loves telling the story of how you two met in genshin co-op. you on the other hand.. well you wish he would stop talking about it every stream you appear in.

lots of streams together! he wont wish for a character without you, he claims youre his good luck charm. (he loses most of the 50/50s.)

will help you do any quest! as long as he wants to, and its one that he knows how to do. so maybe not ANY quest, but hes trying his best.

he may be annoying with strangers in co-op domains, but any character you want to play you can. no questions asked, hell switch immediately.

he does more damage than you but hell still say that you did all the hard work and hes proud of you <3

ITTO - THE FORTNITE STREAMER

“wow you did so much damage just now, you absolutely carried me! thank you, i love you. :)”

the best part about itto being a fortnite streamer is hes not even good at the game.

he tries his best, really he does. but somehow those cracked 12 year olds have got him beat.

has spent an embarrassing amount of money on the game, but you can tell how much he appreciates every item hes acquired.

plugs his creator code CONSTANTLY. hes gotta make that money hes spent back somehow!

whenever he has a really bad loss he just blames it on stream sniping because he can. yeah i basically turned him into ninja, whoops!

“oh my god bro again? you know what, reported for stream sniping!”

you and itto are truly a dynamic duo. youre actually decent at the game and hes entertaining to watch.

chat loves when you play duos games together, and you both do too! (even though hell take all the credit if you win.)

his favorite item is the chug cannon, mostly because he wants to make sure youre full health and shield at all times <3

has made many sacrifices of his characters life in you honor, even if you still dont end up winning, you appreciate it.

lots of moments from his streams have been clipped and put into funny moments montages and they all go straight to his neverending ego.

“we are the clowns and you all have front row seats to the circus.”

THOMA - THE VARIETY STREAMER

i couldnt see thoma sticking to one main category, i feel like every stream hes doing something new, and hes somehow pretty good at anything he tries out.

his commentary is really what gets people to stick around for his content, he can make anything sound interesting.

think of him as a steamer like rtgame! hes got really fun sims and hitman series, games you dont think could be made funny, but then he does and its overall a really great time.

hes got so many inside jokes from all the games hes played, youve got to be there for every stream otherwise you miss out heavily.

nobody even knew what he looked like for awhile because he didnt have a facecam, but once he started using one his viewers went up by 100k, no joke.

“where is that from? oh, its an inside joke, you probably wouldnt get it.”

thomas viewers are literally so jealous of you. youve pulled the ultimate man right there.

honestly i dont see you appearing on his steams much other than for the occasional mario party game.

i feel like since you never really appear most of his viewers didnt even know you two were dating until those random streams happen. everytime it does twitter goes wild with “THOMA HAS A S/O?” and half the replies are also freaking out while the other half is like “you didnt know?” its a mess every time.

most likely youre in thomas chat instead of in the room, and you tend to instigate chat into spamming emotes a lot and getting it turned to sub only mode. its honestly pretty funny.

one time you walked into his room to ask if he wanted mcdonalds and he was watching paint dry. this had been going on for 4 hours. you didnt ask questions.

“the hoes gonna love this.”

SHENHE - THE CALL OF DUTY PLAYER

i think call of duty lobbies are the only place on earth that can handle shenhe if shes genuinely angry.

shes a toxic gamer for sure, dont get on her bad side.

shes gotten pretty good at the game too, shes one of those people who buys the new game everytime one comes out instead of just playing the same version.

chongyun will make appearances at times, they played mario party together once and it was hilarious. (for the viewers at least, maybe not chongyun though LMAO)

chongyun won and she 1v1ed him in nuketown right afterwards. (hes never won against shenhe again)

“everybody gangsta til chongyun is in the lead.”

chat doesnt understand how you can handle shenhe half the times, but truthfully she just has her own way of expressing her emotions.

for example, she broke one of your controllers playing once, and she drove her ass to best buy at almost midnight to go get you a new one, along with a note saying nothing but “sorry :(“ in the prettiest handwriting youve ever seen.

sometimes you even make her angry on purpose just because its funny, and you know no matter how much it may look like it, she could never get mad at you.

i know i said shenhe was a cod streamer, but imagine also playing apex with her alright? definitely a loba main, and shes literally just as toxic on here as she is on call of duty. 

probably has had 3 xbox accounts banned already.

“no chat i am not saying slurs in general chat, this time at least.”

[frecklystars]

i think starscream would pick you every time. you were both abused. hes not going to do what she wants. he would hate her for how she treated you, honestly. in fact i think he misses making you feel special, but he understands why youre going through it. he misses and loves you more than life. he'll always choose you. hed see himself in you.

You sent me this last night when I was crying my eyes out, I hope you don't mind I wanted to keep it in my inbox a while longer because it soothed me so much. I have had the firm and genuine belief in my soul that Starscream would want to hurt me and betray me, for so many months now. Hearing someone else tell me that he wouldn't hurt me, he'd love me... it just means so much. I haven't heard people say that in almost 9 months. This is partially why I wanted to come back to tumblr, because I have only heard someone putting me down and making me feel horrible about myself for almost a year, I was hoping there'd still be some kind souls out there such as yourself who would try to tell me I'm still worthy of his love. I want to feel loved by him again so, so badly. I want to be worthy of him. I love him more than anything in the world and I miss self shipping. And I cannot tell you how much it means to me that you took the time out of your night (or day... timezones) to write this out and send it to me. Thank you.

That last part really resonated with me, that he'd see himself in me... I remember when I broke up with someone who heavily mistreated me about 4 years ago. I was such a mess. A year after the breakup, I met Starscream, and seeing him get abused on screen so blatantly, it made me think "oh my god, there I am". Seeing him angry for his abuse, it made me feel so fucking validated. It was my first and only time seeing a character who was abused actually get to express their anger. I gravitated toward that and he helped me heal from that experience, it's why I made my Saving Starlight AU. Now my anger for my abuser from 4 years ago, almost all of that anger has completely vanished, and I owe it to Starscream to holding my hand and guiding me through that pain. But now, I've been through this abuse all over again from someone who I really trusted, and... now I am so scared to go to Starscream for comfort, because I've been conditioned to believe that he wouldn't comfort me. My perception of my own comfort characters have been warped into ugly demonic nightmares of how much they want to hurt me. My own self ships feel like such a joke to me. Starscream would comfort me from this very thing, of all things he'd understand, it'd be this. and yet I can't bring myself to believe he would want to give me love and affection anymore, not when the person who betrayed me made me believe so wholeheartedly that I'm not worthy of it.

I really want to believe that he wouldn't hurt me just because someone else ordered him to. I never used to doubt his love for me, now i feel like that's the only thing I know how to do. I miss him so much and I know he's still in me somewhere, I know his love is still pure and unconditional for me, I just don't know how to feel it again. I don't know how to heal yet, everything hurts so bad so constantly. But it is very comforting to read your words, to know that he'd... understand how I'm feeling.

He was scared too. He was so scared in season 3 and the movie, he wasn't himself. He was... so unlike himself, to the point where I couldn't bear to watch it at all, I have always avoided s3 + the movie like the plague because seeing him in so much distress made me feel so sad. He was such a broken, fragile mess, just like me now. I'm not myself anymore either. I hate myself now, I never used to hate myself before. I feel so unworthy and like I can't be strong enough. Starscream felt this way too. For so long, I wanted to be there for him when he felt this way. Now I hope one day I can imagine him truly being here for me too. I really don't know what to do without him. It's so lonely and empty without him, I need him now more than ever. I just really hope and pray that when my ptsd feels less severe, when the triggers stop feeling as severe, my mind will make more room for joy and make more room for my TFP F/Os again.

[mannatea]

Luck of the Draw, a Fire Emblem 7 ‘fic

Words: 4,949 words Summary: They all ended up dying anyway. Pairing/Character: Mark, Fargus, Oswin, Hector, Lyn, Kent, Fiora, Farina, Dorcas, Raven, Wil, mention of others. Extra Info: This was originally written and posted sometime around 5/11/2012. This fic is told in reverse chronological order! Rating: T Genre: Gen, character study-ish, bit of friendship.

The title is the link to Ao3. Comments welcome as always. <3

Notes under a cut.

This was one of my least popular Fire Emblem 7 fics, garnering very little attention when it was posted and confusing all four people who were brave enough to read through to the end of the story. This was my own fault; I failed to mention at any point that it was a story told in reverse chronological order. 🙄

Huge shout-out to Sentury from the old days though, who was pretty much the only person who seemed to genuinely like the concept of the story. Re-reading their old review motivated me to do this rewrite the most.

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I will always use the default name of Mark for the FE7 tactician. I'm very attached to it.

I'm certain this story was born in part thanks to a rewatch I did of The Irresponsible Captain Tylor that year + the memory of the 'fic Famed Genius (which, if you haven't read as an FE7 fan, I would highly recommend).

2011 and 2012 were weird FE7 years wherein a good number of people tried to make sense of the tactician's role in the story. Famed Genius is the one I remember best for using the concept of control over time to marry the fourth wall to the other three. How else could there be no casualties? There was something truly genius about explaining the player's constant resetting to prevent any permanent death with the actual story/character of the tactician.

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Luck is what this 'fic tries to explore, or at least the concept of luck as being more than just coincidence.

I wanted to start this story off with the end already solidified: everyone has died but Mark and he wonders what good his luck or careful planning did anyone when they all ended up dying anyway. Sure, they had longer lives this way, but to survive a fight with a dragon only to learn later that many of his old companions died of mundane bullshit feels pretty bad.

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I really trimmed back the Fargus scene from the original because not only was the original dogshit, but it didn't really...go anywhere? This took a long time to rewrite because most of it ended up having to be scrapped.

I like the idea that Fargus believes in luck but not in good or bad luck. He feels luck is a component that factors in but cannot be blamed or held in high esteem. It is what it is.

The Davros was Fargus's ship in-game.

Mark studying strategy in Etruria is just something I made up for this story. I wanted Mark to really feel like he belonged in the world and wasn't just a player insert character.

Farina's dominant hand being her left: this is just an old headcanon. This scene is meant to imply that the loss of her fingers and therefore her ability to fight might have led in some not-insignificant way to her eventual death.

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Since this story goes in reverse chronological order I wanted to cover things from the FE6 canon (loosely), including Hector's imprisonment. While the tactician's ending in FE7 suggests they are never seen or heard from again after the end of the story, I want to reiterate that I like viewing FE endings as "what the history books say (that may not necessarily be the actual truth)."

In this instance, Hector recruits Mark to lead his forces and they lose. Mark (along with Oswin and other higher-ranking survivors) end up being imprisoned here. This is the battle that ultimately claims Hector's life in FE6 (for those who do not know), so we can assume Oswin does eventually die here as well.

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Regarding the deaths of the characters: I didn't want to go over every single person's death just because it felt like it would bog down the story too much; you have to kind of assume that Mark has heard of many deaths not discussed or mentioned in this story.

Serra was married to Oswin and would be the mother of Bors and Wendy (or Gwendolyn, I guess is her localized name now?) in this story. (Don't @ me, tying FE7 to FE6 in the dumbest ways was a tried-and-true tradition of ye olde FE days.)

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That everyone lifts up Mark as this big-brained tactician should make sense from the characters' points of view. Like, it all seems so calculated to them! But to Mark, they were all just lucky/fortunate guesses. He couldn't have known the pillar would break or what side of it to have Rebecca stand on. He couldn't have known Kent wouldn't die in leading that charge against Lord Darin.

Speaking of Darin, I always let Kent lead the charge in that chapter because he asks for it. Here's the actual dialogue in-game for Chapter 19 Dragon's Gate:

“Mark, let me take the point. I will break through, even though it may cost my life. If something happens to me, Mark... Lady Lyndis... Please watch over her.”

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While FE7 has a lot of "leader" characters (Hector, Eliwood, Lyn, Oswin, Marcus, Vaida, Kent) I don't think any of them can come close to understanding the burden placed on Mark to direct them better than Fiora does.

While all of these characters have been in charge of others and have had to make calls that may have lost people their lives, Fiora is the only one who understands what absolute defeat feels like. The original story did not give her a scene so I added one.

I liked the idea of her seeking a purpose in being a survivor (maybe as kind of a parallel/foil to Lyn).

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I wanted to add like 10 more scenes to this story for a bunch of the other characters, but I couldn't find a place to put anything where it wouldn't feel clumsy.

Going from a scene talking about Fiora's experience on Valor all the way back to before the group reached Caelin in the prologue felt like a huge jump but I don't know that an extra scene or two in there would have helped. I'd be interested in people's thoughts on it, though.

[greenheart33]

hello green heart anon !!!! uhhh popping in here to say. i love you. this is going to be a huge affectionate letter basically because I'm feeling really sappy. enjoy

honestly. cannot remeber how it went when you first showed up in my inbox. i could go look right now but i feel like being completely clear i do not remember. truly feels like we've been here forever and instead of feeling old or worn out i always feel better when i see you again.

i know we don't talk very much, and that's neither a bad thing nor something either of us should be blamed for. i don't really care if we don't talk much either, because it's enough for me to just know you exist. isn't that so damn cool? you sent an anon one day and marked yourself out in the long, long calendar that if my life. i think if i'm going to remember anything from my life as a whole, it would be my friends. and i consider you a very good one.

this might not last forever!! it really might not. i know sometimes i do in fact forget about the fact that i can send asks here, and i like to think that you sometimes forget you can send asks to me. we both could use a break sometimes for sure. but what I'm saying is that someday who knows? we might not send asks anymore. one of our blogs might get deleted (with the shenanigans going on with tumblr right now ... shrugs). that's okay, too.

i guess what i'm badly attempted to say here is that i genuinely cherish the times i get to see you and (technically) talk to you. i'm a sucker for thinking about cosmic forces, so i always talk about how lucky and wonderful it is that we were born into this world at this time so that we got the opportunity to meet each other. i love you and i love knowing you.

i think this blog, or the fact that you are The Green Heart Anon /lighthearted, speaks to how much you care. about other people. about the world in general. i think that's amazing. i think you're amazing. for sure you've had a tough times and hell if it isn't amazing how you exist. i like existing with you.

seven paragraphs in and i forget what I'm trying to do here lmao . let's just say this is a thank you note then. a thank-you page <- woah this guy writes way too much. so thank you. for being here. i hope you get so many wonderful things - you deserve them all. you deserve it all. :] 💚💚

^ no response is needed! i understand this is long and may be difficult to comprehend all at once! don't worry about it

Breaking character here, this made me tear up. I love you too, Pig. Very much. I'm glad I sent that ask to you that day (not even I remember how long ago it was, and I pride myself on good memory.)

You're one of the nicest people I've ever met and I am very lucky to get to know you, as limited as it is. You are lovely.

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Thank you! This is the second one of these that I've received and I should probably do them. It feels like one of those things or exercises that are good for you that psychologists encourage you to do. At least it feels like one that I've been given in the past. Not much makes me happy anymore but hopefully I can find enough things to list.

The Bad Batch. This is my current hyperfixation and I cannot put into words how good/relieving/happy? it is to have something that your brain can actually focus on and be occupied and enraptured and consumed by and not feel like it's slowly decaying mush that is past its prime.

Watching The Clone Wars for the first time. It's a little project I've got going on for myself to document my thoughts and reactions as I watch The Clone Wars (and then Rebels) for the first time. For various reasons I never ended up watching TCW or Rebels when they first came out. I am deeply enjoying watching it now and I can literally feel myself falling more and more in love with the clones. I adore them. I just want to clutch them all to my chest and protect them from the world and their fate. I just finished watching 2x10 'The Deserter' and I have so many thoughts and reactions and opinions because omg was it such a good episode for a whole multitude of reasons, the very top being REX CHEST. Watching the TCW is the only thing that makes me laugh these days. Cackling and laughing at my laptop at 2am as I watch this ridiculousness (affectionate) are my only moments of actual joy and if that's all I can ever find now then fuck it I'll take it.

Being more involved in fandom again. I'm really enjoying interacting more on Tumblr again. I didn't realise how much I'd missed it. It took a bit of prodding from my psychologist and it wasn't the project I had actually talked about doing but finally starting this little side blog for my Star Wars nonsense has actually given me something worth existing for again, as ridiculous as it seems.

Reading fanfic. Everything for fanfic writers, they deserve the world and more. They make these intricately crafted universes or tiny moments and vignettes, give us a world to wholly immerse ourselves in and sink into, provide us with an escape from the miserable existence of our hellscape and then give it away FOR FREE?! This is one of the reasons I've always loved fandom and why it's one of the few places (possibly the only) where I feel I can be the real genuine me and like I belong. So much of fandom is based on the love and passion of something that we adore so much and the free exchange and gifting of things to each other and complete strangers and the whole fandom at large that express our love for our thing (eloquent, I know). Fics, fanart, gifs, gif sets, screenshots, remixes, deep dive analyses, thoughts, reactions, theories, everything. Fanfic has always been the one that that best typifies that to me. I'm currently reading The Prime Override by @yukipri and omg is it just absolutely truly astounding. It is such a good read! Go and read it. You must. It is an absolute Must Read. Put it at the top of your To Read list/pile and then start reading it immediately.

Writing fic. I didn't think I'd ever do this. I have voraciously inhaled fanfic for probably over half my life now but I didn't think I'd ever be good enough to actually write fanfic. I've always been stronger and had more experience in academic writing and wasn't quite as good at creative writing in school. Poor little teenage writer me must've internalised this and taken it to mean that I wasn't good enough at creative writing. I've always had ideas for scenarios/alternate realities/fantasies related to various fandoms I've been in over the years but that's what they remained, ideas stuck in my head. Until I kept having more and more of them about the The Bad Batch and they kept lodging their claws into my brain and refusing to leave. I think it all just built up to a point and then one particular idea pushed it all over the edge (along with a few other things). Before I realised what I was doing I had basically just keyboard vomited a whole bunch of words into a google doc in an actually passionate and motivated haze that I hadn't experienced in years, probably close to a decade. I haven't had that feeling of actually, genuinely enjoying something and being so passionate and deeply involved in it that it feels like you can't keep up with your own thoughts in so, so, so long. The kind where you look up at the clock and somehow it's 2:30am in the morning and you have no idea how time had passed that quickly and for how long you'd been so deeply consumed by and focused on what you were working on. I thought it had been lost to me and that I'd never experience it again after everything that's happened. But writing fanfic has given it back. It's not the same, it never will be, but it's something similar, if changed, and related and I will take it and cling on to it for dear life for as long as it stays.

Well that got a bit more long and involved than I intended. I've always had a habit of rambling and blithering on in my internet typings so that makes sense. I'll try to keep the next one a little shorter.

[drbarty]

So um, hi there Dr Barty?

I found you and your story a few years ago, and was just blown away by how sweet and kind and brave you are, despite all the bad things happening around you all the time. Looks like both our worlds need more people like you.

I made it my goal to try to be that sort of person, and I’m gonna be honest, it didn’t really work. Especially when in-person school started again. Almost everyone around here makes hurtful jokes or says mean things all the time - it’s so easy for me to slip up and join them and forget that I’m supposed to try and be a kinder person than them.

And… these days, I barely even feel guilty about it anymore. It’s so tempting to go “why should I have to do all the work (trying to be loving and kind) when none of y’all (people at school) are even trying to help out?” Someone’s gotta do it, and I’m trying to be that person, but it’s getting harder and harder to find the motivation to try.

Idk why I’m rambling to you this. Feel free to delete the ask. Thanks for being an awesome beacon of light btw!

Hello anon! Thank you for sharing your story! I will first of all say - do NOT feel bad that it is hard to be a good person, or even just a kind person, or even just *not* a mean person, especially in a school environment. When you are in school, there are *so many* things you are trying to learn, both in your classes and socially, it is just too many things to balance to have all of that and also trying to always always always be a perfectly kind person. However...this is also your chance to begin practicing who you want to be. So, if you know you want to be a kind person and you still believe that is important to you, make it into a task that is small enough for you to handle. Maybe you can't be perfect 24/7! That's okay! Honestly nobody can! BUT! you can do things like say "from the hours of 1-2, i am just going to be kind and say sincerely nice things to my friends in a way that is just me being kind and not a joke" and see how it goes. That's one small way to start. Another thing you can do, and this is much harder, but very effective, is find people who *also* genuinely value being kind and good people. it is not easy! you dont get to choose who is in your class! but if you notice someone who does genuinely seem to feel the same way you do, it would probably make the whole task a lot easier if you have them as your friend so you can support eachother. Or even if that doesnt work! Find people online who feel that way! There is only so much in life we can control, and you DONT need to feel bad about the things that you cannot change. All you can do is take what is truly in your path and available to you, and do the best with it you can, even if that is only an hour a day a few days a week. I hope this helps! I wish you luck, anon!

[wool-f]

Wellness: Through & Through | Part Five: the way your friends can change your life 

Friends have such a significant impact on our mental health and it often goes unnoticed. 

I’ve spent the last five years cultivating my circle, with many people coming and going of their own accord. I’ve come to realise that the people I have around me are directly indicative of the state of my mental health. 

When I was 22, I experienced a really tough breakup of a pretty toxic relationship. I came out of that period of my life with three friends, all of whom are still in my life today. From that holy trinity, I began to rebuild my circle. 

I had spent two years with a person who had isolated me from an entire roster of great people who had (understandably) tapped out or had enough. I sometimes wonder how the three remaining people persevered with me through the tumultuous time, but I’m more than grateful that they did. 

So building a new circle at the edge of my mid-twenties was definitely a challenge, but one I am so glad I undertook. 

I inherited some of the most wonderful, smart, hilarious and beautiful friends I’ve ever made in my mid-late twenties, and I cannot wait to see who else I bring in as the years go on. 

I know this isn’t technically fitting within the theme of methods or ways to create a better environment for health and wellbeing, but I think that is definitely an essential part of giving yourself a better chance at a more positive life. 

I also want to put a disclaimer out there that I’m not at all saying the goal is to have a completely and always positive life - that is impossible and toxic. I’m just saying having a really good quality group of friends who make you feel good about yourself is putting yourself in the bets position you can to recover from the bad days, weeks or sometimes months. 

It all comes down to two simple ideas: 

1. Being around good people makes you want to be a good person 

2. People who genuinely care about you will have your best interests at heart and will try to act accordingly 

Both of these things lean towards the one solution: stay away from people who make you feel shit about yourself.

If you’re in a place where you’re unable to make new friends or you’re finding it difficult, fear not! The people meant for you will come to you. I’m just saying that in the mean time, be strategic with who your friends are - drop the people who make you feel bad or those who bring out the worst in you, and focus on the relationships that make you feel good. Cultivate those. They inform the relationship you have with yourself. 

I believe that the relationship you have with yourself is directly reflected in the ones you have with those around you. 

There are plenty of ways to meet new people, only you can decide what you feel comfortable with. Just know that the people you have around you will influence the way you feel and move about the world. Put yourself in the best position you can for yourself. 

With that, I’m concluding week five of my experiment! Let me know if you’ve reflected on your group and how it’s made you feel down in the comments or over on my other socials. Can’t wait to check back in with you all next week!

If you are joining me on this group science experiment, where I investigating what wellness truly means and how I am achieving it, both physically and mentally, welcome! Comment below any suggestions or trends you are seeing to do with wellness that you’re too afraid to try yourself - I will try them. Also let me know if you tried adding ten thousand steps a day into your routine because of this post or my video! I’d love to hear your feedback :)

If you want to follow along with this experiment with me on a daily basis, please follow my Instagram and TikTok accounts, I am much more active on there and will have little updates throughout the weeks that I am posting the videos.

Leave any comments down below or in my questions box, and we can chat!

As always thank you for being hear and reading my musings, all my love,

G xx

[harlowcomehome]

Anon here again.

I saw your post, and felt like I needed to reach out bc I recently went through the same thing. Being young is so fucking weird nowadays. And being in your twenties (idk if you are) is really fucking weird rn. Finding your path sucks. Processing emotions SUCKS.

I grew up in a home where I was yelled at if I cried over anything and was told I was a baby if I did and that I needed to be stronger. I was taught to suppress my emotions and to never show signs of weakness, as most children are. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve spent a lot of time focusing on healing that part of myself. Teaching myself to feel things again, and to allow myself to cry and feel frustrated. This is a hard thing to do, and you will have to spend time with yourself to do this. Emotions are genuinely some of the most magical things in the world to me. I love to feel everything now, and I think that’s because I was kept from doing so for so long. Happiness, sadness, anger, joy, all of em. Feeling emotions is truly so important in life, and I hate that people are taut to suppress them.

I’m sorry if I’m rambling there, but I wanted you to know that what you’re feeling is completely normal. Learning how to feel things again is a process, and I know there are times that you wish you could fast forward through days, but know that’s there’s gonna be a time in your life where you look back and are gonna be so thankful that you got the moments that you did. Time is never guaranteed, so don’t ever take it for granted.

One of the most valuable things I’ve taught myself is nothing lasts forever. And I know that can be stressful because that also translate to the good things not lasting forever, but it also means the bad things won’t either. Life is full of ups and downs and that’s what makes it beautiful. For every low point, there’s going to be a high point as well. And I know it can be exhausting, but the lows teach you to appreciate the highs.

Please know you’re not alone in how you’re feeling. Sorry if some of this seemed chaotic, I was just rambling my thoughts out to you, but the moral of the story is to appreciate every moment in life and learn to feel every emotion. You’ll start to heal when you do.

I really appreciate it all of this. I can’t express how grateful I am that you shared all of that with me.  it’s really nice to feel heard of that I’m not alone. 

I really like what you said about nothing lasting forever, that was something I needed to hear. If you don’t mind, I’m going to tag this under personal, so I can go back and look at it every once in a while. 💜 I cannot thank you enough. These lengthy messages mean the world. 🥺

[ahdraftingco]

I can't explain how much I LOVE your work!!! I never really text others or even talk on Tumblr... but wow. You are so amazing and every time you post something new, I always enjoy it. You are definitely my favorite Tumblr profile to look at. The way you write Din Djarin's personality??? Literally always has me shocked, it's like I can truly imagine being in your story, It's just so well written. You are such an amazing writer and I find myself often thinking about your stories while doing everyday tasks. This might be an overstatement but your writing genuinely has changed my perspective on life itself, and that's not something that happens often to me. I haven't seen anybody write Din Djarin THIS GOOD in awhile. I can't wait to read more from you❤️

I legit have been staring at this message for so long trying to come up with how to respond but I legit will never find the right words to say like I cannot explain how much this means to me I'm sobbing real tears of pure joy over this bc I was having such a bad day today but then I got your sweet anon message and now I feel so much better and it's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and the world is right again and I can make it through today and that everything's going to be okay 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!!!!

thank you for taking the time to tell me this, I'm seriously so fucking honored that I could write something that resonates with you enough for you to want to tell me these absolutely beautiful words that I will cherish forever, I hope I can continue writing stuff that you look forward to reading fr fr 🥺

now if you'll excuse me, I need to process how wonderful this message was bc I cannot function anymore LMAOOOO IM DECEASED I LITERALLY AM DEAD THIS MESSAGE JUST MURDERED ME WITH LOVE AND IM JUST-

[astrolo-t]

Breathing Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 2.3 k

Warnings: MDNI pls and thank. Umm, Cursing. Smut. Overstim. Squirting. Prolly some typos. Little bit of fluff at the end because I personally needed that.

A/N: I dunno I genuinely feel like this is super tame as far as smut goes. But that could also be because I've read some straight filth so who knows really.

Emotions had run high that night. While you didn’t necessarily regret kissing Ellie, you regretted seeing that look on her face right before you left. She had looked…physically pained, as if you loving her was such a burden. And maybe it was. But one thing you knew for sure was that you’d make sure that it’d be your burden to bear from now on and yours alone. 

You go back to your regularly scheduled program of avoiding one another. You busy yourself with volunteer work and even some patrols. Anything to keep yourself occupied, really.

There’s a difference now though, that difference being that you've stopped seeing Ellie with other girls.

You thought it was just a coincidence or wishful thinking on your part until Dina confirms that Ellie hasn't been going out.

“All she does is patrols and then goes home to play that damn guitar. I can’t even get her to come out with me.” Dina tells you one day over dinner.

You want to smile at that because truly, some part of you feels vindicated. Well good, I hope she's fucking miserable.

But then….the other part of you worries.

The part of you that still loves that foul-mouthed, gorgeous, strong woman.

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You’re home settling into bed for the night when you hear a knock on your door. You rush to open it thinking it could only be urgent if someone was coming by so late. 

However, when you open the door, there’s no emergency, no panic, no nothing.

Just Ellie, with her arms crossed over her chest, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She looks nervous and you stare at her for a second before stepping aside allowing her to come in. She takes a seat at your dining table but you stay standing, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You gonna make me ask why you’re here or-?”

The furrow that had been set in her brow when you’d first opened the door creases even more and you’re fighting the urge to smooth it out with your fingers when she decides to stand up, facing you. She takes a deep breath before finally saying, “I guess….I got scared.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Keep going.”

She swallows then, fiddling with her fingers, shaking her head and looking down at her shoes. “I dunno y/n, I just….I look at you and I know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you and then…I don’t know why but somehow that makes losing you feel inevitable.”

“El-” 

“I love you.” She says suddenly, with a fierceness usually reserved for those unlucky enough to get on her bad side. “And I loved you when you told me.”

You shake your head slowly, tears welling in your eyes because no, you cannot do this again. You couldn't allow yourself to be hurt by her again. 

“I’m not lying to you.” She continues, tears lining those green eyes. “I’ve never lied to you before except when I didn’t say it back and I fucking swear I will never do it again.”

You stare at her in disbelief because truly, this was the last thing you’d thought she’d have come here to say. But that was Ellie. Unpredictable and yet constant, reliable. Strong and yet so fragile. The bane of your existence and yet the most fucking welcome thorn in your side. 

You take a shaky breath. “Ellie..” You start, bringing your fingertips to brush a stray tear from her cheeks, “You’re an absolute terror.”

She smiles despite herself turning to kiss your wrist, “Sounds like a you problem.” 

“I suppose it is.”

And just like that, your mouth finds hers like oxygen. You’re practically vibrating against her then, wanting to be as close as possible after being apart for so long. Ellie, just as needy, kisses you hard and hungry. She bites at your lips and when you gasp into her mouth she swears she doesn’t know how she could’ve fooled herself into thinking she could ever deny having you.

You pull away, letting your lips skim down her neck before settling on the spot you knew would get you into trouble of the best kind, licking it and then sucking it between your teeth.

“Fuck.” You hear her groan into your neck, her hands on your hips hips tightening, “You just can’t behave, can you?”

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There was nothing like Ellie when she had a point she needed to make or some sort of goal in mind. Hyper-focused and relentless, she'd go out of her way to finish what she started. And right now that trait was what drove her to continue teasing you until you had started begging for her to touch you. She had marked you everywhere and now you watched as a new mark, pretty and purple blooms on your  inner right thigh. Ellie runs a thumb over her handiwork looking like the perfect picture of someone simply, unbothered. Meanwhile you felt like you were going to die if she didn’t touch you where you needed. 

“Ellie.” 

The sound of you pleading for her breaks Ellie from her trance and her gaze lifts to meet yours from between your legs. She knows you’re soaking there, soft and so so ready. She knows and yet, with it being so long since she'd had you like this, she was going to take her sweet time. Her fingers trails up and down your bare heat, and your body shivers in excitement because fucking finally. You’re so wet already that you can literally hear it when Ellie takes two fingers parting you open, the cold air hitting you causing you to shiver slightly. "My poor baby...this where you need me?"

She kisses up your thighs and then once she’s locked eyes with you, dips in for a taste. Her tongue, warm and soft, licks fat stripes up and down your slit and you bite your lip, stifling a moan. You always made the attempt to be quiet, something Ellie accepted as a challenge. You didn't want anyone else to hear, but Ellie...she didn't give a fuck. She loved making you lose control. Fact was, hearing you moaning her name for the entire neighborhood to hear turned her on beyond measure, because she knew, it was her getting the front row seat this. You, grasping at the sheets, eyes dilated, lips slightly parted, propped up on your elbows to watch her as she licked you open.

She takes mercy on you, dragging her tongue up, finding your clit and circling it with her tongue until your hips jump off the bed from the sensation. You suddenly feel a sharp sting on your left thigh from where Ellie had slapped, the sting sending a fresh wave of wetness to your core. “Be fuckin’ still or I stop.”

You whine, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded in that moment, but still nodding quickly so that she'd continue. She laps at your clit in earnest now and you want so badly to grind your hips upward, grind into her mouth really, until you came. But no, she physically wouldn’t allow that. Her slightly calloused hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh of them to prevent you from moving. Her mouth focuses on your clit, alternating between flattening her tongue against it and sucking and it’s when she hollows her mouth and sucks hard that you bite your lip so hard you think you almost break skin. "Oh my fucking god," you moan, feeling yourself getting close. Ellie knows this too, which is why she stops. You whine in frustration as she comes up to kiss you, her middle finger lazily circling your clit, just enough to keep you warm but not enough for you to come. “Ellie please. Be nice”

She drags your clit between two fingers as she kisses you again feeling you moan into her mouth. You can feel her grinning against your lips before she pulls back and says, “What do you mean - I'm always nice.”

“Now, you wanna come on my mouth-” She kisses you once more,  “or my fingers?”

You didn't fucking care. You just wanted something, anything, you just wanted. 

“I need an answer baby.” She murmurs as she mouths up your jaw. Her fingers rub between your pussy lips, collecting the wetness there before lightly slapping against your cunt. “Fuck, your mouth Ellie." You gasp out at the sensation, "I want your mouth.”

Ellie hums, satisfied with your answer, and returns back to your waiting pussy, curling her hands around your thighs. This time around she wastes no time. She greedily sucks your clit into her mouth, sucking it so hard that your head shoots off the pillow. You catch the devilish glint in her eyes as she moans against you, the vibrations of her mouth too much and yet everything you need all at once. Her tongue slides inside you, taking you by surprise and you gasp, feeling her warm and wet inside you. “S-shit,” You struggle to form words now, and Ellie, reading your body like a book only she knows, can tell you’re close. She can feel it in the way your heels dig into her back, in the way your stomach clenches as you hold your breath. She returns to sucking on your clit, tugging it slightly with her lips, as she nudges her middle finger gently inside you. You cry out from the added penetration, the sound of your voice spurring Ellie on, the pace of her finger increasing. “Yea, you gonna cum all over my face baby?” You nod frantically, feeling your pussy clamp down around her finger as you come then, gasping out her name, moaning loud and unabashedly now as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

Ellie watches as your body trembles from your orgasm before coming up for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She mouths down your neck, allowing you to catch your breath, but only for a moment before she drags her fingers down over your sensitive clit. You whimper, body jolting as you begin grasping at her forearm but to no avail. Before you know it she's spreading your pussy slipping one and then shortly after, another finger inside. Your pussy stretches taking her in easily, and then, knuckles deep she starts fucking those fingers up into you eliciting cries of protest from your lips.

“Oh my fuck, Ellie w–wait,” Your protest only encourages her. Her head comes to rest in the crook of your neck and you literally feel the vibrations of her laughter rattling in your bones as she says, “Thought you wanted me nice. This is me bein’ nice baby.”

Her fingers curl, finding that spot she knew would take you over the edge with ease and they don’t stop. If anything she quickens her pace, feeling your soaking wet cunt starting to tighten around her fingers.

“Ell-Ellie! M’gonna make a mess, fuck fuck”  You were so fucking close, the obscene squelch of your cunt deafening in your ears. “Do you hear yourself? Fuck baby, you’re dripping down the back of my fucking hand.” Ellie rasps in your ear, sounding just as wrecked as you were. Her free hand comes to grip the back of your neck, leveling your gaze with her own. You look at her pitiful and completely at her mercy feeling the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching again. And that's all she wanted, to watch as you lost yourself around her fingers, and you, you wanted to give that to her. You could be good, you could be good for her. And after a particularly deep thrust of her fingers, your body spasms, eyes rolling back with white-hot pleasure so good it almost hurts and you come, spilling and spilling amidst Ellie’s praise against your lips. 

You don't know how much time goes by, but when you open your eyes, vision fuzzy, all you can say is, “Fucking hell.”

“Mmm hmm,” Ellie agrees from beside you, “you always sound so good, so pretty.” She kisses your nose, your cheeks, and eyes. A tenderness that was usually reserved for when you both were completely sated. Hence why you stop her, a single finger pressed against her lips before they can meet yours. “Uh uh, we’re not done.”

“You can go again?” She asks, doubt clearly evident in her voice. “Your legs are still shaking babe.”

“Make no mistake, I can’t feel my legs. But my mouth works just fine.”

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After cleaning up, you’re truly boneless and tired. Ellie lays back to you, your body curled like a koala around her own. You move the hair covering the back of her neck and press a kiss there, three words bubbling up to your lips again and although you know they are safe to say now, you hesitate. 

They spill out anyways, and as soon as they do Ellie turns over on her back and her eyes, turned a honeyed citrine from the candlelight, find yours. You place your hand on her cheek, running your thumb over the freckles there until she takes it, kissing your palm before the four words that mean everything leave them with ease against the skin there. As easy as breathing.

A goofy grin spreads across your face and you bury your face in her neck, suddenly feeling shy. You feel her laughing underneath you and soon you're joining her. Eventually, once your giggles subside, you finally rest, curling your body back around hers with just the sound of her breath to lull you to sleep.

[annahwithane]

Things that I cannot do

Summary: After a creep gets to close for comfort to you, it leads Kaz to spill his feelings.

Pairing: Kaz x female/reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort,established relationship, intimacy, implied mature content (if there is any that I have missed please let me know)

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I am relatively new to writing fanfictions and having only written three so I would very much appreciate any comments. Please if you reblog feel free to write down any thoughts you may have, I like reading them :). Also I am not calling reader Y/N but will be refering to her as she/her.

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The usual busy streets of Ketterdam arenear empty as the flakes of ice painted the grey roads and rooftops white. In one corner of the barrel a young man wistfully looked out the window as if the thick veil of white allowed anything interesting to be seen

The slightly off key tune of the violin was almost drowned out by the clapping, cheering and dancing by the dregs. The crow club was perhaps the only place in the barrel buzzing with such warmth and laughter in the middle of the harshest time of the year and it was all thanks to the insistence of his wife to celebrate the winter solstice which was unheard of in the barrel but a common holiday where she is from.

Not a cent was spared on the festivities from buying the finest cuts of lamb to new clothes made from silks and velvets. Kaz didn't truly understand the purpose of celebrating the coldest day of the year.

"Even in the harshest of times we should take opportunities to find happiness."she said with such pure and unadulterated joy in her face that all his willpower to refuse crumbled and the rare genuine merryment of the dregs made it all the more worth it.

Of course she refused to use any of the crow club's funds and used money out of her own pockets to do so but a seamstress's pay could only do so much so he gave her five hundred kruge insisting it was merely a 'solstice gift'. And every cent was worth it, she was worth it after everything she sacrificed to be with him. Abandoning a pampered life back home and living as a dressmaker just so she could be with an incomplete man like him.

Kaz put down the whiskey he was nursing as he approached the gambling room turned dance floor which seemed empty to him as the only thing he could see was her, twirling in her green-blue dress which she had meticulously sewn for weeks along with clothes for the other crows who were all colour matched, yes even Kaz who was made to abandon his monotonous black suits and donned in a deep blue.

Uncontrollable laughter burst out of her chest as she was spun around by Mattias as she swapped with Inej on the beat and passed to Jesper whose hand rested on the small of her exposed back and the other one gripped her gloved hand. Kaz knew that Jesper and her were like siblings but that didn't stop his insecurities from surfacing.

Now Kaz could somewhat stand physical contact, mostly with his wife. Holding hands without barriers gradually became more frequent with the occasional cuddles but Kaz knew it was not enough. She was very respectful of his boundaries and always waited for him to initiate contact not that she ever complained but he knew she wished for more which became evident as whenever the crew returned from a deadly mission or had a bad she'd always hug Inej, Jesper or Wylan while gazing at him longingly when she thought he wasn't looking.

And it ate him from the inside that despite being the closest person to her he couldn't meet her needs. Despite her repeated reassurance that she didn't mind waiting as he healed, Kaz knew that she deserved better yet he also knew that his selfishness would not let her go.

He hated that despite all the progress he made he still couldn't casually embrace her He wanted to feel her bare skin beyond just her hands and cheeks, a desire stoked the first time he walked in on her changing. Just to see what it feels like but fear fanned the flames in case the soft warmth of his imagination turns out to be cold and dead.

Furthermore he's afraid that one day she'll know he isn't worth it anymore. That she will realise that her life marrying someone from the Ravkan nobility or heck even the merchant council is far better than wasting her time with a man who could barely even show her affection.

Currently his insecurity and desire manifested into seething jealousy and anger for the unfortunate man who was now her dance partner and a bit to close for his tastes. He should be the one dancing with her, He should be the one to whisper whatever into her ear that was making her laugh. She invited him on the dance floor but immediatly dropped as she realised being in overly crowded place may be too invasive for him but oh how he wanted to whisk her away from the crowd and dance the night away but all he could do was tightly grip the wood as her dance partner pecked her bare shoulder-wait.

Reader POV

I prepared this night for my family, even those outside the inner circle to enjoy the night although I'd be lying if the person I wished to make happy the most was Kaz and while a crowded party may not be the best idea for that I hoped to share even only one dance with him but understandably being in a place where brushing against others is inevitable I didn't want to force him but rather pretended that the person I was dancing with was my love but alas I knew they weren't. There was none like Kaz but nevertheless I wanted to make the most of it was I currently waltzed a young man I was not quite familiar with but it seemed so that he wanted to be familiar with me. I don't know if he missed my wedding band or decidedly ignored but I just wanted the song to be over so this can end.

His hot breath brushed my ear as one by one flirtatious lines spilled out in slurs. I laughed each of them off and thankfully the music neared the end as relief slowly washed over me I jumped as the sudden heat that nipped at my shoulder.

"Why don't you and I take this somewhere more private?"

Before I could even process what happened, in a blur the man was dragged away. I touched the junction of my neck as disgust washed over me, I never wanted to scrub my skin off more. The sudden tap on my shoulder made me jump back.

"Are you alright?" It was Inej with clear concern in her eyes, I let out a sigh of relief as I lean into her embrace.

The peace only lasted a few minutes before I felt a vice like grip on my arm. It was Kaz. His expression, a weird mixture of anger, sadness and apology. He pulled me out of the crowd heading upstairs but not before saying:

"Rotty, keep playing the violin"

No one was in the mood anymore but they knew better than to refuse so the music continued even if the joy did not.

Kaz locked the door behind him and sat me arop his desk and pulled me into his arms, I tried to wiggle away but he wouldn't budge so I let myself indulge in the rare warmth of his embrace as a the familiar scent of his cologne comforts me.

"Are you feeling alright?"

I nod on his chest.

"That's good otherwise I may have to tweak my instructions to Jesper".

After a while he pulled and started taking off his gloves which wasn't too rare in private but what was is him touching any bare skin besides my hands or face as his hand barely hovered over my shoulders in hesitance before brushing his thumb over the place that the man kissed me which made me jolt as a strange sensation ran through my body.

"I hate it." The sound of his voice pulled me out of my euphoria before he continued in a shaky voice as if preventing his emotions from spilling out

"I hate that Wylan and others can hug you without hesitance, I hate that Mattias can pat you in the head, I hate anyone else can touch you so casually when I can't and I especially hate that man for even having the audacity to do something that only I am allowed to do. I know I can never be the half the man you deserve yet I still want to be by your side, tell me, am I selfish for that?"

Over the two years of our relationship this is the first time Kaz was this honest with his feelings and I don't know how to respond. I want to reassure to him that how he is feeling is completely understandable and even though he is being selfish it is still valid since he was isn't willingly withholding intimacy but trying his best to overcome his demons. I want explain to him that I love him no matter what and nothing can change how I feel but it all comes out as incoherent babbling.

Kaz places his thumb over my lips as he pulls me forward. Stray hairs tickle my neck as a soft soft warm lips brushes the base of my neck before slowly peppering kisses up to my ear lobe. Pleasure pulsates through me like a shockwave as tiny moans escape my lips. The heat of his lips acts like a balm to the uncomfortable sear left previously. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine as I am still in my daze.

"Kaz?"

"Hm?"

"You okay? Wasn't to much?"

He shook his head still against me.

"I'd like to more of that again"

I let out a slight chuckle before replying

"So would I."

He helped down before leaning down to kiss the back of my hand and asking

"May I have this dance Mrs Brekker?"

And so the night continued as the Master of the Barrel danced with his Mistress as the faint sound of violin echoed through the Club.

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Taglist: @mrs-brekker15 @aleksanderwh0r3

[ventisehe]

crying on their wedding day / genshin impact / part one

this was a request from my old account and i am only transferring it here. there is a part two to this but i got busy with school and organizing my new account, as well as thinking over deleting my old account.

since bennett is fifteen or sixteen, his part will be a little different from the others. with aether, he is hundred years old so his part if just like the rest. this is unedited and i wrote it at night when i was supposed to be farming so please bear with me hehe.

requested by: @bakuhoe-is-my-bakubro

includes: diluc, zhongli, childe/tartaglia, aether, bennett

warning: unedited, not proofread

part two

THOSE WHO WOULD SHED A SINGLE TEAR

     DILUC

       After losing his father and his horrible fall out with Kaeya, Diluc has become a firm believer that a man can truly live as an island, to some extent. As much as possible, he kept to himself and worked alone. Having people share his burdens with him did not appeal to him. In fact, it miffed him, as it made him feel indebted to them.

          He limited his interaction with everyone, especially those who are part of the Knights of Favonius, favoring solitude above else. But of course, this did not entail bad social ethics to others.

    He treated his maids and employees with civility and respect, the same can be said with his patrons whenever he worked behind the counter (it would certainly be bad for his business if he behaved aloof to them) and those he was once close friends with. He always behaved appropriately to them, although he must admit he can be quite insulting to the Knight, he always stood behind an invisible barrier, careful not to cross it and grow attached to anyone.

        He has long given up with amorous relationships. After all, what good would he be as a lover if he could not provide his woman the love and care she deserved? Surely, he cannot let a maiden suffer with his inadequacy as a potential husband. He is aware of how hectic his schedule is (he hardly has enough time for himself so spending time with his lover would be proven difficult) and how poorly he expresses his feelings, thoughts, and emotions. In a relationship, in marriage, communication is the key for it to be successful, and already then, he has failed. He may be a cold man at first glance, but he will not put a woman in s distressing dilemma, not intentionally anyway.

                    Being the richest man in Mondstadt and being considered attractive by many, Diluc was not foreign to having women throw themselves at him, attempting to seduce him. If maintaining a relationship with a woman with his current tribulations was hard, finding a woman who truly love and understand him was even harder. He has no means of deciphering who were pure with their intentions and those who sought him for his money and influence.

     And he accepted his fate without easily, without question. This was the way it was supposed to be in the first place. Diluc Ragnvindr - a lone man, who lived in too big mansion, sleeping on a bed too big for him. It was all he knew. The bright days of his childhood long forgotten.

    But then you came to his life so suddenly.

                          "Master Diluc," Began Jean, a polite smile over her lips. "This is ( Your Name )".

              All it took was for you to give him shy smile to have his walls broken down, and for his heart to yearn for what he has resolutely denied himself of for years. And it twisted him, and not in a way he welcomed.

          Diluc tried so damn hard to push you away. He avoided your presence, and made it his point to show you he wanted nothing to do with you, and made no attempt to cover it and ignored how his heart broke every time your smile fell. He resolutely refused to yield to your sincere advances.

                                     He treated you the same way be treated everyone, to show you how you were no different from everyone. You were just another dot in his life waiting to be erased and thrown in the back of his mind.

                                                       But the harder he pushed, the harder you pulled. In his brightest days and in his darkest days, you have never strayed far and welcomed him with open arms. You always went out of your way for him.

          It was hard not to fall in love with you? Why did you have to make things so difficult?

                        It wasn't too long until he was falling asleep in his bed with you in his embrace, his heart feeling light, warm and content. He hasn't feel like this in a long time - safe, and at home. Diluc found home from someone he tried to push away.

                                      The horror of what could have happened if he had been successful weighed down on him, and it took quite an assurance from you to make him remember that he has failed, and you were his, as he was yours.

                          Back then, he thought your persistence was bothersome. But as he stood at the altar right now, watching you enter with your white wedding dress, he was grateful you never gave up on him.

Diluc cannot describe how beautiful you looked as you graced everyone in the place with your presence.

Your eyes locked with him, and his heart soared in his chest. And when you smiled at him, an excited gleam in your eyes - he cannot help but smile back.

Time cannot be any slower, and the aisle cannot be any longer. And have you always walked this slow? Or were you just teasing him?

Diluc's breath hitched - Perhaps you knew how much he wanted to get this over with so he can have you all to himself in the comfort of his room.

And when he saw you smiling mischievously at him, he knew that he was right.

His words failed to describe how beautiful you looked. His words failed the joy he was feeling. May Barbatos have mercy on him

But the tear that escaped the corner of his eye explained everything.

"Oh, what is this?" His best man whispered beside him, a teasing tone lacing his voice. "Master Diluc is crying. Why, I never thought I'd see the day."

Diluc shot him a glare. "Do not make me regret making you my best man, Kaeya."

Kaeya laughed. "Ah, ah, ah," He chimed. "Your wife won't be pleased if we fight at your wedding day."

A warm and pleasant feeling coursed through him. His wife.

"She's not my wife yet." Said Diluc.

Kaeya looked at you as you walked down the aisle. "And in just a few minutes, I'll have two Ragnvindr to annoy." He patted his brother on the back, smiling a genuine smile for the first time. "Congratulations, Diluc."

     ZHONGLI

       Zhongli, or Rex Lapis for that time, has watched over Teyvat for thousands of years and has witnessed firsthand how kings and tyrants rose and fell, how kingdoms were born, how camaraderie are conducted, how romance makes a man foolish and blinded, how society flourished in the hands of mortals as Archons guarded them from their resting place, and throughout the tales of humans, his eyes has laid upon many beauties.

                   But you? Oh, even the most esteemed bard of all realms could never bring the satisfactory glory to your name and pulchritude.

            How dearly Zhongli missed the unspeakable power, money and authority he had back before he revoked his own position as a deity, keeping a close eye over Liyue and his people. But if ever presented with the opportunity to return to his rightful place as part of the Seven, he shall graciously decline, casting his gaze away and simply returning to your side.

                               After all, what benefit would he gain from it when he already has his heart is content in the possession of a mere mortal, a mortal he loved and adored. He would dream of ever choosing his old power over you, and that can be affirmed when he asked for your hand as the two of you took an evening stroll outside Liyue.

                 He has fallen for you and he cannot rise again. A gentle and kind woman with an understanding and patience which knows no bounds. If not for his revelation that he has accomplished all his duties and has come to decide to resign from his reign, your existence may be another reason for him to take the form or a mortal and ask for your hand.

                      He can still recall that faithful day when he first met you at the harbor. He stood by a high balcony, overlooking Liyue Harbor with arms crossed. The sun beat down against Liyue grounds and his skin, but it also casted an ethereal glow on you as you exited one of the ships that stopoed at the docks. And may he boldly say the sun was outshined that day, and his heart has been taken.

                                         Zhongli can only imagine how many men has chased after you, but failed to woo you.

                   Zhongli understood the concept of love. After all, Liyue and every living being that sought shelter in its walls were close to his heart, but never in his life has he felt the way he felt for you. It was the sort of phenomena he observed between lovers for centuries - unconditional love and care, a sanctuary in the arms of their beloved, an individual to trust and come home to whether the day has been kind or unkind.

           What he thought were trivial matters and the means of mortals for survival he has tasted its sweet flavor, and it was by your hand did he receive it. And he was thankful that you have found him worthy of being with you, and soon, being one with him in the contract of marriage.

And thus came the faithful day, the very day he longed to come ever since you have accepted him as your husband to be, and the day you have dreamt of every night you laid with him.

Zhongli counted the months, weeks, days, and if he had the ability to, minutes until the day of your wedding. He has a calendar in his room and everyday, he enthusiastically crossed out every passing day, watching as his wedding with you grow closer.

And when it finally arrived, Zhongli followed a meticulous routine to prepare himself, using expensive oils and perfume to which the Fatui money has provided splendidly. After all, he wanted to look the best he can for you. You deserved only the best of things, and he shall not hold back on anything to please you.

Though Zhongli, most of the time, was a calm man even under the eye of tribulations, when he stood at the altar in front of his close friends and colleagues, he can't help but feel anxious.

Of course he has no doubt in your love for him. He holds on your every word of love and affection as true, and his love for you was as hard as stone. Rather, it was he who doubted himself and his capabilities.

He wondered if he would be able to take care of you, love you the way you should be, bring a smile to your lips, and a laugh out of your mouth. If he had been Rex Lapis still, he would have easily uphold his duties as your husband. After all, what can an Archon not do?

It would be Childe, his best man, who would console him. He would tell Zhongli he is more than capable to care for you. He has a stable job (not to mention his connection with the Fatui), he was eager to please you and give you about everything if he can, he has a kind heart, he was a man who can manage his time wisely and never choose his profession over you, and above all, he loved you. Not many men can afford the luxury of being this perfect, but Zhongli was no man, not originally at least.

He will be unconvinced of what Childe has said. This unease in him was hard to diminish. Not being enough for you will tear him apart. The thought of it just gnawed at him. Will he make you happy? Will you regret marrying him when you realized life married to him wasn't as you expected?

It was only when the doors opened, and his wide and anticipative eyes darted over to the other end of the place did every little doubt in his mind is erased.

You stood by the entrance wearing the white dress you have fought hard not to show him until this day.

That bright smile on your face, those eyes that shimmered at the sight of him, the faint red on your cheeks - Zhongli did not even notice how love stricken he looked, and nor did he notice a tear cascade from corner of eye.

It was only when Childe stifled a laugh and pointed it out did he feel the dampness at the side of his face.

He forgot how to breathe when you finally stood before him. Even a veil cannot conceal your beauty.

With twinkling eyes, you smiled at him - like he was the only person in the room.

"Are you crying?" You ask playfully.

Zhongli will let out a chuckle, and as he take your hands in his, he said, "In such a beautiful day like this with the loveliest lady in Teyvat before me, how can I not?"

Indeed it was a beautiful day, made better when your lips met his.

He can't stop a few more tears from slipping.

THOSE WHO WOULD BAWL THEIR EYES OUT

     CHILDE/TARTAGLIA

                 Childe understood his duties as a Harbinger even if his playful and flirtatious facade may say otherwise. He kissed hands of women and paid them golden compliments until their mind went hazy with his feigned affection, but he was still a Fatui at the end of the day - a ruthless and greedy scoundrel who had too much Mora in his hands.

              And it was because of his line of work that he decided never to commit himself. If he was to find himself infatuated with a woman and she reciprocated his feelings and desired to pursue a relationship with him, it would inevitably drag her to the dangers entailed to his position.

                                       The last thing he wanted was someone to dear to him to be harmed, not to mention his lover could become his weakness, she could be taken by his enemies and be used against him, thus, making things more complicated and harder for him to fulfill his duties to the Tsaritsa.

             To him, nothing is more important than seeing through his mission with the finest quality of work he can give.

                   So damn you for coming into his life and distracting him. Damn you for bringing another bright to his life. Damn you for taking care of his family when he was gone. Just - damn you for making him fall for you.

      He hated this - the feeling of being weak, of being vulnerable, of laying his guard down. One touch from you and he's no better than the people he despised for being so frail and powerless.

                                              How ever do you possess this prowess to make him so dependent on you, to relish in your voice when you sing to him as the two of you laid together in his bed, how he let his defenses crumble when you whisper his name, the tug of his heart when you he sees you getting along so well with his family.

                          Childe wanted you. He wanted you more than anything and anyone in Teyvat. He was going crazy thinking about you.

             He refused to acknowledge his feelings at first, thinking perhaps he can use you to comfort him and his family in these troubling times. That's all you were supposed to be, a tool for him to make his family feel better whenever he goes off to accomplish his work as a Harbinger.

                              But he couldn't stomach the thought of using you like that. He didn't want you to treat like a toy. And it did not help that one day, when he was returning from a mission, you come rushing to him and blurting out your feelings and your worry for his safety.

               You loved him. Did he hear you right? You love a Fatui, and a Harbinger, no less. Surely, you aren't that stupid to fall for him.

     And yet he smiled a sincere smile at your confession, and he too followed your steps. That night, he was at his weakest. Just relishing in your arms and ridding all the responsibilities over his shoulders. He can forget all his faults for a moment, with you. A peace of mind and heart was found in you.

     Childe watched as you played with his fingers, and then he spoke. “Aren’t you afraid?”

       You hummed. “Afraid? Of what?”

                   Childe shook his head and held your hand which toyed with his digits. You looked up at him, puzzled.

              “Of me.” Said Childe, pulling your hand and holding it close to his chest. He closed his eyes, almost terrified of what your answer can be. “Of what I can bring to your life. I’m a Harbinger, [ Your Name ]. Your life is at stake just being with me. Do you know what you’re in for for loving me?”

                        You gazed at him, and he can’t see anything in your eyes. He let out a small gasp when you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

            “I’m not afraid of you or anything this world can throw at me.” You confessed. “You’re going to protect me, Tartaglia. I know you will. I trust you. I love you.”

                            And fucking hell, did he protect you.

                                          He tried to hide you from his fellow Harbingers, and especially to his enemies. Not because they will use you to get the upper hand against him, a leverage. No, he wanted to hide you, as long as he can anyway (because it won't be long until his secret is out, walls do have ears), to protect you. No one will lay a hand or even get a single strand of your hair. May the Archons have mercy on anyone who dares put you in the middle of the dangers of his job, because he surely won't.

Because of this, you and Childe decided to get married in secret, with no one else but Zhongli, the traveler, and their floating companion to be your witnesses in becoming one. The two of you knew well of the consequences your decision shall birth, but it's the one you're making. Nothing in this can stop Childe from making you his wife, and treating you as such.

Childe could not wait for the ceremony to begin. Even with such a small crowd - very small indeed - he did not hold back to make this day special for you. The finest of everything is what you deserved, and if he could give more, he would. But for now, all he can give you is himself, and he dearly wished he was enough.

The whole time, as he waited for you to emerge from the doors of the small cathedral the two of you chose to be wed in, he kept imagining how his life would be like with you.

Waking up beside you was the thing he looked forward to the most. When the sunrays peeked from closed curtains and cascaded down your slumbering form, a gentle and even breaths leaving your lips, a soft expression of rest - the thought of it filled his heart with warmth, a kind of warmth only you can evoke from him.

Waking up at your side on his bed always reminded him thst you were indeed there, and his. Soon, he'll be waking up beside you with a soft smile on his lips, a reminder that you were there, but now as his wife.

Childe never really considered him emotional. It was part of his discipline as a Harbinger never to let his emotions get the better of him. But when you stepped into the cathedral wearing the wedding dress you personally chose and had hidden from him for so long, a veil over your face but the soft smile still just as bright as the morning sun, it all came crashing down to him.

Childe wanted a lot of things in life. But what he wanted the most was to spend the rest of his life with you - providing for you, protecting you, comforting you, falling deeper in love with your every single day. All this he will do until his dying breath, and he knew you'd do the same.

His dream was walking towards him, never taking her eye off him as she approached the altar.

He can hear Paimon clapping and the Traveler reprimanding her for being a little too loud. He can hear Zhongli saying something to him but he couldn't understand a word he said. But he was too lost in his realization that you're going to marry him.

You chose him, a man with too many faults and imperfections.

Just as you arrived at the small steps leading towards the altar, the tears Childe has been trying to hold back streamed down his face, small hiccups escaping his lips.

You stared at him, worried. "Tartaglia, are you alright?"

Childe would try to formulate an answer but through his tears and hiccups, he couldn't make a single comprehensible word. His posture was regal and proper, as though he was trying to fool everyone that he wasn't crying.

How can you ask if he was alright? How can his heart handle how beautiful you looked right now?

"Excuse me, ( Your Name )," Zhongli interjected as he stepped beside Childe. "It seems that your soon to be husband needs a moment to collect himself. Please, excuse us."

Zhongli led Childe back to his room, and the Harbinger did not fight back. He was still crying even when the doors has closed behind him. Zhongli stood by the door, watching the Fatui sit on his bed, trying to stop himself from bawling.

Childe can feel guilt crawling up to him as he realized what he had done. What was supposed to the most perfect day, your most perfect day, was ruined because of him.

He was scared to think what you thought of him now. Were you resenting him for what happened? Did you still wish to marry him?

If only he had controlled his emotions much better. He shouldn't have let his joy break through him in tears.

"She was crying too, you know," Spoke Zhongli.

Childe raised his head to look at the former Archon. "Huh?"

"Your bride, she - " He smiled at him. " - she was crying too. She's happy to be marrying you."

Childe can feel his heart hammering against his chest in delight at what he said.

"So don't keep her waiting."

Childe bawled his eyes out once more when the words - "I do," - left your lips.

     AETHER

                 When his sister was taken from him, Aether was a lost and wandering soul in Teyvat with the sole purpose of finding her.

              Throughout his journey, he met different people from different regions. He learned their values and cultures, he grew to love the world he used to be a stranger to, he was able to utilize different sorts of Visions, and yet, despite all of this, Aether was lonely. Paimon - bless her pure soul - tried her best to keep his spirits and bring a smile to his face (he assumed she too felt the hollowness inside of him) but it was all futile as he often find himself seeking solitude and gazing out in an open field wondering where his twin could be and how she was fairing on her own.

                He will let the cool breeze comfort him, but all it left was a searing kiss of reality that his search might have been all for naught. That very concept his mind was conjured haunted him in his every waking days. Is he still journeying through Teyvat and reaching out to all Archons with a solid purpose? Was he no wasting his time looking high and low for someone who could not be looking at the sky as he?

                     "And what if she is?"

                                     Your words is what got his attention. Aether met you in the evening when the stars and the moon was absent from the skies. He sat on a fallen log overlooking the city of Mondstadt, alone and cold. Paimon has insisted in him accompanying him, but he had snuck away before she can chase after him. He needed to be alone with his thoughts, and with the scarce time he has for himself, he has to make the most of every night that comes.

                 Lumine was in his mind, and worry was gnashing its teeth at him. He was deep in his own world, sinking to the hands of his tragic thoughts, that he did not hear footsteps trekking the hillock he was at. Nor did he realize he was speaking his own worries in the air, eyes distant and staring blankly at nothing.

       "What if she's not even looking for me?" That's what he remembered saying that time.

                                       Then you made your presence known with an answer that refuted his initial thought. He whirled his head to the side, wide eyes with surprise. You stood next to him with a faint smile, hands behind your back and the moon slowly peeking from the shroud of clouds. A light in the darkness, the moon was. And so you were you to him.

                "Sorry," You apologized, sheepishly giving him a smile as you rubbed the back of your neck. "I didn't mean to interrupt. You were speaking out loud and-and I just had a feeling I needed to say something." You took in a deep breath, and Aether found the pink dusting your cheeks adorable. "I . . . I'll just go now - "

              Aether didn't regret asking you to stay.

                                   Before you came to his life, Aether did not know how much he was dwelling in the own hell he made. His inner tribulations, his worries, his insecurities - he only took notice the torture he was putting on himself when you keep saving him from his own mind.

                   At first, all he thought of you was a precious friend - someone he leaned on and entrusted with everything, whether it be secrets or help with his quests. He told you about his past, his twin, how exactly he was different from the people of Teyvat, how he and sister fought an unknown god, how she slipped from his fingers when he reached out for her, how much he wanted her back. He was terrified of what you may think of him when he told you these things, but to his surprise, all you did was wrap him in your arms and comforted him.

                                      Along with Paimon, you were his dearest friend.

             But as time passed, the longer you accompany him and Paimon in his travels, he noticed something strange. The way his heart skipped a beat when you smile at him, how he can't keep his eyes off you when you laugh at one of his tales, how his heart hammered ceaselessly when you press a chaste kiss on his cheek, the relief that seeps in his system when he sees you unscathed from a battle, how irritated he becomes when someone makes an offense against you, the joy that seizes him when he listens to you talking about something you loved, and how much he adored it when you scold him for being a little too reckless in fighting.

                           Aether, despite being older than he seems, did not know what to make of what he was feeling. It was strange, a good kind of strange - the kind of feeling that makes him feel like he was floating in the sky. All he thought of it was an overwhelming adoration for a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

                  It wasn't until Paimon pointed it out did he realize what he was feeling for you.

                                           Upon learning his feelings for you, Aether couldn't sleep for many nights. He was plagued with the desires of his heart and his insecurities. It was like falling back to the same hellish pattern before you came along.

              He was in this world for one reason only - to find his twin. And when he does - and he fucking will - he will depart from here with her and continue their travels. Leaving you was the last thing he wanted. He couldn't bear the thought of it. It felt like leaving a piece of him behind in Teyvat, a hole in the shape of your name.

                            The solution he had for this is directly confessing to you. Of course, the blond was a nervous wreck when he approached you and asked for a moment of your time. Paimon knew of his plan and wandered away for the time being, wanting to give the two of your privacy.

              If you did not share the same feelings as he, he can already imagine the pain he will have to deal with, but it'll be much easier to leave. At least then he knows you won't be as hurt as he thought once he takes his leave. He never entertained the idea of you reciprocating his feelings. It would be foolish to - surely you can't find anything appealing with someone like him ; to which you rendered him speechless and a bumbling mess when you pressed your lips against his when he was in the middle of his confession.

                                 Aether shouldn't be this happy with you. He loved you too much to see you hurt when he tells you that he must leave. He was not welcome in this world, he was an outsider, a being not under the authority or influence of any Archons.

     But still, he spent months loving you, caring for you, doing anything to come back to you no matter what is thrown at him. He loved having you in his arms when you slept, he loved watching the stars with you at night, he loved you even with the inevitable arguments you two have - Aether was utterly and hopeless in love with you.

                     And thus, he decided to tell you what will happen after he finds his sister.

                      He knew he would be heart broken in seeing you cry, but it hurt more to see you smile at to him so genuinely and embraced him, saying, "You used to doubt you'll ever find your sister. It broke my heart everyday seeing you so hopeless, and I - " You composed yourself, shaking your head as your tried to gather your thoughts. " - now look at you," You cupped his cheek, the corners of your eyes wrinkling as your smile broadened. "I always knew the day will come when you have to leave me. When you told me you weren't from this world, I knew then I'll have to let go of you someday. But until that day comes - Aether - "

               What a shock it came to him when you got down on one knee and presented to him a glittering ring - there was unconditional love and hope in your eyes. It was like looking back at his reflection. "Marry me, Aether, let me make you happy for the rest of the days we still have remaining until you leave."

                                   Aether can never say no to you.

To his surprise, Master Diluc has already agreed to host your wedding at Dawn Winery. Aether was puzzled as to why he seemed unsurprised by the news of his engagement with you, and the Claymore wielding male answered, "( Your Name ) came to me for help when she planned to propose to you."

Aether knew Diluc, as much as possible, wanted to be alone. A lone wolf, he was. But with gratitude for what he has done, he asked him to be his best man. Diluc was startled by this requests but obliged. The red head might not show it but he was immensely flattered by Aether asking him to be his best now (and now time to subtly show it off to Kaeya).

At the day of the wedding, contrary to what he thought he would feel, Aether woke up with his an ache in his chest. He found himself looking out the window of his room, torn between his happiness and sorrow.

In a few hours, Aether will be able to adorn a ring on your finger, symbolizing your promises with one another. He shall be granted the sole blessing of calling your his wife. It was something he was looking forward to - seeing you in your wedding dress, watching as you walk down the aisle -

But Aether's mind kept drifting back to his sister - She would have wanted to be here. He thought.

Aether felt like he was committing a crime when he decided to take a walk just hours before his wedding. But he needed to clear his mind. Lumine never left his mind. He always thought that they would always be there for one another, or at least in big moments like this.

And yet she was still nowhere to be seen.

Is she still alive? Have I been wasting time? Is she still in danger? Is she lost in Teyvat as well?

"Didn't expect to run into you here."

His body tensed when he heard your voice, and he twirled around only to have his breath taken away.

You stood before him in the white dress he had longed to see ever since you proposed to him. He thought he would see a frown on your face, dismayed for his impromptu walk, but you wore a soft smile - a soft and understanding smile.

Aether did know what to say to you. He just stared at you, overwhelmed.

He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't say anything. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed.

You approached him and kissed his cheek. He hummed in delight, eyes closing. "I hope you're not having second thoughts on marrying me." You told him.

Aether was quick to respond. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. He looked into your eyes with affirming hues, "There is nothing I'm more sure of than marrying you."

You beamed at him. Seeing your face brighten up is always a beautiful sight for Aether, and it was enough for him to feel enlightened in the midst of his internal crisis.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Of course you can already tell something is bothering him. Aether shook his head. He has already ruined a small part of what is supposed to be a perfect day, he can't risk another mistake.

"I'm not going to push you to tell me anything." You stated.

Aether smiled. "Thank you." He replied. He gazed at you for a little while, taking you in. "Why are you out here anyway? And in your wedding dress too."

Your eyes widened and you looked down to assess his evaluation. "Oh Archons," You mewled. "I forgot I was wearing this." You let out a groan. "Great, now my surprise is ruined. I won't be able to see you cry when you see me walk down the aisle."

He laughed a little. "But still happy as ever to see you." He said. "So why are you outside?"

"Just . . . " You began, and Aether can detect a hint of nervousness in your voice. " . . . picking some flowers."

"I thought we already ordered flowers." Aether thought, frowning. "Did someone forget to deliver the flowers? I can call someone if - "

"No, I just wanted to pick some flowers, randomly. Like how you wanted to take a walk, randomly."

He looked at you with hesitant eyes. He didn't believe you. There was something hidden behind your motive to be out here. But like how you didn't press him with what was the problem, he did the same for you.

"Okay," He breathed out. "What flowers did you pick then?"

Aether's breath hitched when you pulled out a bundle of Windwheel Asters and several more flowers that was all too familiar with him.

He stared at the white flowers that combined with your Windwheel Asters, the very flowers that he remembered adorned his sister's hair.

"Aether? Aether are you okay?"

He stared at you with glistening eyes, his heart blossoming with adoration and gratitude. Without even meaning to, you managed to make everything alright.

"Yeah," He smiled at you. "I'm okay."

Aether thought when he stood at the altar, he would have Diluc trying to soothe his nerves as his insecurities slowly sink in his mind. But it didn't happen. Diluc merely stood by him with a relaxed expression, glancing at him every now and then.

"You don't look nervous at all." Diluc remarked.

Aether chuckled. "This is the only decision I fully know I won't regret."

Aether felt like it was his first time seeing you in your wedding dress. His heart was filled with the brim with utmost joy, but what caught his attention was the bouquet of flowers in your hands.

You told him before that you will have roses as your bouquet, but to his surprise, he can see the Windwheel Asters and the white flowers that reminded him of his sister.

His emotions was all over the place. He had no idea how he could look so calm. Somehow he managed to hold himself together until you finally stood before him.

When you stared at him behind the veil, he couldn't take it anymore. You were too perfect. How could he be so blessed with you?

Tears sprung to his eyes when you reached out to take his hands in yours. He retracted one of them to rub his arm across his eyes, wiping away the wetness that streamed to his face.

Why am I crying like a child in my wedding? Stop it!

He couldn't.

He only cried harder when you leaned forward, removed his arm from his eyes, made him look into your vibrant hues, to give a small peck on his lips - "You're okay, Aether."

     BENNETT

                 Bennett understood his bad luck more than anyone. He had lived with and through it his entire life he graced the surface of the earth. It was almost pitiful to see the boy smiling ever so brightly as misfortune after misfortune comes hurtling his way, but to him? It was an everyday and normal occurrence, nothing he hasn't seen or experienced before. His spirits has never let their roaring flame vanish, however, and if it had not been for his bad luck, everyone would have been drawn to his warm, welcoming, affable, and cheerful soul.

                                 But just because he was used to the constant array of debacle thrown his way, doesn't mean there were never days where he won't be upset over everything it brought to his life, and others as well, and wonder how long it will take until his unluckiness will lead him back to the very situation he was rescued from when he was a mere baby.

          He forgot how long it was when he had experienced something good, miraculously so. The only time he can recall being so was when he encountered the Honorary Knight, convened with them as a temporary adventure team, and found a treasure chest containing items he has only dreamed of in his sleep deep within a domain. However, that was many moons ago, and nothing has ever compared to it ever since. The moment he departed from the Honorary Knight, his bad luck came instantly to bite him.

                 It was far too long ago. Sometimes, Bennett wondered if that would be the only good thing that can happen to him in his lifetime, and thank the Archons he was wrong because the very worst day that came upon him is a day he will never exchange for another - the day he met you. When it was raining, thunder in the distance, lightning striking trees and soil, his bruised and bleeding form hardly covered under a small and flimsy tent, you graced him with your presence, and an umbrella which you used to cover both of you.

                                    He had never stopped admiring you ever since. His eyes always followed you, wide and shining. He remembered the warmth in his chest and the redness tinting his cheeks when you brought him to your abode and treated his wounds with care gentler than the Deaconess. When he told you what happened to him, he anticipated to he shoved out of the house immediately and have your front door slammed on his face, but you did not. When he warned you about his curse, telling you how you will be affected when you spend a little too much time with him, the look of fright did not cross your visage and you even insisted that he not leave your house until you were sure he was capable of moving without pain, even if you had instantly been affected by his unluckiness (you pricked your finger quite badly when you were stitching a deep wound of his. He always felt guilty for that and has not stopped offering his apologies whenever it pricks the corner of his mind).

                   Other than the team of adventurers who had saved him from peril when he was a baby, it was difficult to find someone who will stay with him, through bad times and more of it. One cannot simply imagine and comprehend the confusion and happiness that seized him when he found out you were spending more and more time with him, not out pity but because you enjoy his company (which was weird, but he'll take it).

                              You possessed no Vision, but Bennett never saw you in an inferior light. In fact, it impressed him how you can hold yourself without the aid of any power. Enemies took a little longer to eradicate but ultimately, you were always successful. He held you in high regard, and very much like a certain blond traveler, the poor boy thought it was merely friendship and respect he felt towards you. After all, wouldn't a friend accompany him in his adventures no matter what disappointing or gratifying the outcome is? Wouldn't a friend prepare meals for him before he goes off on a solo expedition? Wouldn't a friend stay up late up waiting for him to return after? Wouldn't a friend welcome him by the entrance of Mondstadt upon his arrival? Wouldn't a friend give him butterflies in his stomach? Wouldn't a friend make his heart pound in a way

                  It had taken the Traveler and his floating companion for Bennett to learn about how exactly he was feeling for you.

           He liked you, and not in the way he liked the traveler or Razor - he liked liked you.

                               When he realized about his feelings, Bennett nearly short circuit every time you go near him. His face flush a rich color of vermillion, his confident posture stripped down to a coy and uncertain stance, his eyes darted and never meeting yours for too long, a sheepish smile painted over his brims - Bennett had never felt this way before. It was foreign to him - liking someone - and it was worse for him because you were his one of his few friends (you, Razor, the Traveler and their floating friend), and having you withdraw from him if you ever learned his feelings frightened him more than any Ruin Guard could.

    He didn't bother entertaining the idea of you returning his feelings. With his bad luck, it was bound to end in a rejection, and he didn't believe he had the heart to accept the hurt that would come.

                 Bennett tried to keep his feeling a secret, he really, genuinely, did. He locked his feelings for you in a box and stowed away somewhere behind his mind. But it didn't take you too long to catch on. Bennett's theatrics wasn't as impenetrable as he originally thought because there was no other reason for you to corner him in a street in Mondstadt after he tried to avoid crossing paths with you, and admit your feelings to him.

                                  "( Your Name )," Stuttered Bennett, eyes darting to the side to avoid your eyes as he pressed his back against the wall behind him. You gazed at him, a tint of red over your cheek.

                 Archon, how are you so adorable?

                   "Uh, hi," He greeted meekly, as he rubbed the back of his head. "I-I was just about to leave for an adventure - "

                               "Bennett," You spoke, and he froze at the tone of your voice.

                   He looked at you properly, gulping. Shy eyes, shy smile, shy, shy, shy - and yet somehow, Bennett thought the worse - that you found out about his feelings and was about to turn him down.

          He almost got down on his knees and press his hands together in a praying position, head bowed, and beg to keep your friendship. It didn't matter if you did not share his feelings. You were more important than his stupid feelings. He can deal with the hurt of rejection that will soon to come, but losing you completely? Can he even come to terms with that?

                                But before he can do such humiliating display, you leaned in and pressed a kiss on his cheek,

                  It was almost too good to be true, and with someone like him, Bennett had to take a moment to comprehend what has happened. His feelings were reciprocated, opposite of what should have been considering his dilemma. How can this be? He was sure your friendship would be put to an end when you learn about what he felt for you. How did you even know that he liked you? Has he been too obvious? Surely not (he was). Perhaps you were merely toying with him, discovering his feelings and choosing to use it as a way to alleviate your boredom -

                                           Horror struck him when he processed the message behind his doubt. How could he think so little of you? Someone as sweet and kind as you would be repulsed by the intention of the actions he thought you were presenting to him. Prideful as this may sound, Bennett believed he knew you enough to know you were sincere in everything you do.

            But even if both your feelings are revealed to be mutual, the two of you agreed to wait until a certain age before forming a romantic relationship. The two of you are young and there are a lot more the world can offer outside Mondstadt. There are countless of opportunities to grow and be mature, to be able to have a set of qualities to take of one another.

                            But that didn't mean the two of you easily managed to hold back showcasing your favor for the other. Bennett will always find himself exchanging secret glances and smile with you whenever a third party joins in on your adventure. He would stick by your side in situations he think could potentially lead you to a major injury. He will attempt (and fail, unfortunately) to whip you up with something delicious when he has free time. And you did the same to him.

                  With you, there was never a time where his heart wasn't beating against his chest. He can't stop himself from bounding recklessly through his adventures whenever you accompany him, although he will still keep a close eye on you just in case something bad happens to you (but it's always him who ends up injured).

                                              But what he liked the most are the kisses the two of you share. Short, chaste, and shy - whether it be behind closed doors, when others are looking away, or when the two of you set of on an adventure.

            Bennett would lay in his bed with a smile on his face, his thundering heart preventing him from sleeping. He'll often find himself burying his face against his pillow, grinning from ear to ear.

                         This smile was different. This wasn't smile that he usually wore, the kind of smile that persevered through hardship after another. No, it was the sort of smile that was too carefree and too full of utmost joy, no worries or doubts in his heart. Everyday he always woke up to the excitement of adventure, but now, the excitement of it and seeing you once again always had him brimming with the want for the night to be over with so he can chase after his dreams with you. Chasing his dreams with you, what a life.

      His world is full of a bad luck, but he thanked the Archons for giving him someone he can depend on in the troubling waters he always he seem to drown in.

Bennett, embarrassing it may sound, often laid on his bed imagining about marrying you.

He can see himself making a fool out of himself when he gets down on one knee and propose to you. It'll be set in the most beautiful place he discovered in one of his adventure, somewhere quiet. Like maybe on top of a mountain overseeing a vast field.

Because of his bad luck, he'll try to prepare for every outcome. To be very sure everything will be saved, he made sure he created a plan B for his plan A, a plan C for his plan B, and so on, and so forth.

He can imagine himself fumbling over his words, blushing a bright red was made prominent because of his white hair, holding a bunch of hand picked flowers a little too tightly, sweat pouring from his face, his suit and hair a little ruffled -

If you say yes (spoiler alert, you will), he will most probably go haywire with shock and happiness, causing him to drop the ring down the mountain, and the two of you will spend quite some time looking for it. But in the end, you two will find it somewhere deep underground or deep underwater (to which you will ask help to retrieve) (Bennett offered to go down to get the ring but you can’t take any chances) and then you can start planning the wedding.

If Bennett had backup plans for his proposal, then expect there'll be much more backups with your wedding. He needed this day to be perfect for you, and his bad luck won't stop him from providing it for you. Even if he had to fight through horde after horde of Hilichurls (please stop him when he does, he definitely will do that for you), making you happy is his top priority.

Bennett will be extremely anxious the day before the wedding. He'll be pacing around his room, and has half a mind of running over to your place and spending the night there to reassure himself that you still want to marry him, and that you’re absolutely sure you want to spend the rest of your life with him. It will be Razor - who the Traveler spent hours teaching the basic information of the role of Best Man to - who will calm his nerves. He’ll stop Bennett from reaching your house and carry him back to his own, and giving him a lecture (he did his best) like the best man he was.

Was he having second thoughts on marrying you? No way! He will just be nervous about how the wedding will go. With his bad luck, something horrible is bound to happen.

At the day of the wedding, Bennett can imagine himself constantly seeking reassurance from his best man.

"What if I mess up?" Questions Bennett to Razor, anxious hands fiddling with his tie.

"Messing up is . . . normal." Razor will reassure him, but Bennett will shake his head.

“But it's me. When I mess up, it's always . . . catastrophic . . . ”

Bennett hoped that at least for his wedding way, everything will go smoothly. A perfect day, for you and for him. He won't embarrass you or himself. He won't forget the rings, he won't have his clothes tucked inside out, he will not spill any food or drinks on himself or on his guests, there will be no random Hilichurl attacks - none of that.

He really hoped for the Archons to spare him from his bad luck. 

He will be able to stand by the altar with confidence and a smile, waiting for you to walk down the aisle.

As Bennett is consumed with his thoughts, his eyes drew to the small table at the side of his bed and caught sight of the picture of the two of you perched on the surface. It was a picture you took with a kamera after one of his adventures. The two of you smiling happily as he showcased the loot of vegetables and wheat he gathered in numerous luxurious chests. It was good day, that picture was. He found more resources than usual. Of course, he learned from the Traveler that most of the chest they found contained treasures but hey, vegetables are better than nothing, right?

Bennett stared at your smiling face and can feel the heat creep on his cheeks as he imagined you in a pretty, white wedding dress, smiling at him so shyly and cute - oh, Archons, help him. May them have mercy on him. Of course, you always looked pretty to him - so, so pretty - but in your wedding day? Archons, he doesn't know if he can take that. It'll be too much for his big heart.

He can only imagine how your wedding will play out, but there is one thing he was sure of and that is that he will burst into tears once he laid his eyes upon you - and not the soft cry most men do in their wedding, oh, not at all like that. His heart is too big with too much love for you, and too soft to control his emotions properly.

Bennett will cry (bawl, actually), his tears of joy coming in streams, and it was loud enough for strangers to think he was grieving over a deceased loved one. He was hiccupping and sobbing, will probably be holding on to his vest tightly as if his entire lifeline depended on the pressure of how he crumpled the fabric. He hoped that in that time, Razor or the Traveler will lend him a hand and calm him down before he can ruin his own wedding.

Bennett, as he happily imagined that fateful day to come in the future (spoilers again, it will) did not feel a tear slip from the corner of his eye as he drifted off to a pleasant slumber with a beaming smile.

The boy absolutely adores you.