#overpampering

[ihopeiexplode]

BasketballPlayer!Sukuna Headcanons

(he's your boyfriend in this)

Content: Fluff(?) . Slight Angst(?) .

A/N: okay guys u can send in threats again I forgot about Abt denial 🔥🔥(I also have no knowledge Abt basketball what so ever🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️)

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna is the type to make it publicly known that both of you are dating, he could be interviewed by someone first thing he'll mention is your name, most of the time he isn't even talking about how the preparations for his game went, he's just talking about you

Safe to say everyone who tries interviewing him knows he'll just be talking about you instead of himself...

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who would always make sure you're there during his practices and games with the excuse of you being there is his good luck charm he just likes to show off how good he is in basketball

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it when you two have an argument right before a game, he absolutely hates it when his girl is mad at him how could he play well when you're not there to watch him and cheer him on? But surprise your there watching him just making sure to stay seated somewhere far so he won't see you

But of course His mood would change when one of his teammates told him they saw you somewhere in the crowd

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who always always plays roughly and aggressively whenever you two have another petty argument

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who gets easily jealous and possessive when another man talks to you while you're giving him the silent treatment, just because of that he'll always make sure to flirt with the girl interviewing him and making sure you'll see the whole thing

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who loves seeing you wear his jersey, I mean why would he? Your wearing a shirt with his signature number and his last name

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it whenever you act sad because of some stupid rumor you heard ever since you two started dating

Sure he was a playboy before you two started dating, but the only reason for that is because he never met you yet, seriously the term that your friends keep telling you is ridiculous.

“Don't date basketball players or they'll play your heart like they play basketball” as if he'll do that to you. (Thankyou @/aireia for this line also double credits to rais friend for making the line‼️‼️)

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who destroyed his own teammate during a practice just because he asked if Sukuna could set him up on a date with you? Doesn't he know you're taken?

Safe to say the guy never spoke to you or Sukuna ever again 🗣️🗣️‼️🔥

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who loves it whenever you overpamper him just because he got hurt during a game, so whenever he gets hurt he won't accept any help unless it you who's helping him,

he'll even purposely hurt himself if your giving silent treatment just so you could pay attention to him again but if that doesn't work?

He could play with a broken ankle and refuse any medical help unless it your helping him, he'd rather play with a broken ankle than receive help from someone that isn't you

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna is the type to say "This one's for you" whenever you watch him practice, and every time he does this he's always looking right at you due to how confident he is that he won't miss If he ever misses he'll blame it on you saying how you distracted him

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it whenever his teammates tease him on how he changed and became less aggressive when you two started dating, there right of course he just doesn't wanna admit how he takes his games much more seriously just because you're watching him and how he'll always win every game just to see that stupid smile on your face.

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who only lets you and you alone interact with him whenever he loses a game, only because he gets absolutely aggressive whenever he loses and his teammates are aware of this of course, so imagine their surprise when Sukuna isn't verbally degrading you while you talked to him

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

[aspiffygoat]

frowning and shaking my head disapprovingly at the wealthy and class division and all the systems that take place keeping them in power at the expense of everyone else while also blushing and fantasizing about being an overpampered overfed spoiled prince who lays about all day surrounded by servants and lovers stuffing my chubby face

[lair-of-the-white-worm]

A continuation of this post, as there is a fifth sort of Mudokon worker one might see in Mudos. While there is no specific slang term for them, they are simply lumped with other Khanzumers. Khanzumers are consumers. They are the ones who purchase the industrial schlock sold by the Glukkons and Vykkers.

When industrialists come knocking looking to develop smog generating factories on native land, Mudokon tribes have three options. Option one move the Queen, painstakingly relocate the entire tribe to a less convenient area and let their original home be paved into a concrete slab until the Industiralists come knocking again to develop further. Option two, refuse to relocate and have their village raided and their villagers kidnapped and enslaved by military Sligs. Or, Option three; succumb to industrialization. Don't bother fighting back. Just let it happen, and adapt to it. Was life in the tribe worth it, anyway?

Khanzumer Mudokons aren't born from slavery, but are simply the result of native mudokons just accepting and adapting to urban culture. They once lived tribally but now live like the other urbanized species bc they don't wanna bother fighting back. So they still have their feathers, thanks to not being the result of slave farming. They still live miserably though.

Most Khanzumer mudokons that make up the current population were born into the lifestyle, so know little to none about their native origins and are so brainwashed by industrialist media that they don't care to anyway. They just wanna drink brew, eat scrab cakes, and watch TV.

Khanzumer muds undergo drone transformation unwillingly just as a result of their lifestyle. This is a deliberate result of industiralist pornography industry however, as Khanzumer muds are lazy and likely won't ever seek out a queen to reproduce anyway. So they just become overweight couch potatoes and rot away, taking their potential future young with them. The industrialists know that this is something that happens and purposefully want it to, because they want to be fully in control of the Mudokon population.

Most urbanized Mudokons know very little about "healthy" Mudokon drones other that they are bigger and lazier than Workers. Truthfully, Drones are bigger than workers but not as smart as them due to being incredibly hormonal and their brain shrinking during development. In native tribes, drones are only ever seen next to the queen as its their job to protect her and mate with her. Their feathers are vibrant in order to impress queens so she'll let them mate with her. They live pretty reclusive lives but because they're dumber and therefore less needy than workers, they don't care.

In slavery, drones are not allowed to breed with queens as when they breed naturally they become weaker overtime and the Vykkers/Glukkons don't want that. Their sperm is farmed and given to queens artificially. So they're overfed, overpampered, pumped full of sex drugs, and farmed for their sperm like show horses. There's an industrial trade as well, sperm from bigger, stronger drones are assumed to produce stronger workers so they sell for more. They're also muzzled during "extraction" because they're more agressive, but they're so drugged up on boner pills that they don't bother throwing a tantrum.

Slave drones are also kept a complete secret from the workforce and public, just as enslaved queens are. Because of course.

[idontwannabeyourmama]

An ugly figure, heavy, overfed, Settles uneasily into a chair; Nervously he mops his pink bald head, Frowns at the fawning waiter standing near. The entire service tries its best to please  This overpampered piece of broken-health, Who sits there thoughtless, querulous, obese, Wrapped in his sordid visions of vast wealth.

Great God! if creatures like this money-fool, Who hold the service of mankind so cheap, Over the people must forever rule, Driving them at their will like helpless sheep— Then let proud mothers cease from giving birth; Let human beings perish from the earth.

"A Capitalist at Dinner" by Claude Mckay

[quitealotofsodapop]

When Yuebei is born, and Wukong learns Macaque is also pregnant, there is only one thing going through his mind. Sweet, sweet, overpampered Revenge for being dragged into the nest for the entirety of the trip home. Well, that and a bunch of other things like the absolute terror of potentially losing Macaque to the eggs and the stress of raising a baby now paired with the potential arrival of two more. But overall, Wukong is GLAD to be the one to pamper and force Macaque into the nest for once. Unfortunately for him, that also tends to lead to him also being forced into the nest as well because Macaque isn't going to let himself be pampered if he can't also pamper her postpartum mate as well. It becomes a fight over who can spoil the other the most. MK looks at this and just laughs because apparently these two immortal monkeys literally can't do anything without making it a competition.

sequel to Mac pampering Wukong post-S3 in the slow boiled au.

Ohohoho! Wukong's time to play dirty! >:)

Wukong insists that Macaque put his feet up because he's carrying more than one. Macaque counters with insisting that Wukong rest because he just had Yuebei and has been taking care of her so well.

It becomes an endless loop of "You shouldn't be on your feet love." and "Let me make a clone do that for you" between both monkeys. Soon both are being waited on hand and foot by like ten of their other's clones while little Yuebei happily play fights with a few more.

Wukong, cucumbers on eyelids as a shadow clone gives him a skin treatment: "Do you admit defeat yet Mac?" Macaque, in a heated robe getting his shoulders massaged by a hair clone: "Never in a million years peaches." MK, just walked in: "Guys, aren't we supposed to be training today?" Wukong & Macaque: *silently look towards MK with similar expressions* MK, knowing those looks: "Oh no." Macaque, with a mischievous tone: "Peaches, the older cub hasn't been tended to yet." Wukong, playing along: "Oh no~! He needs to be groomed and fed too! Can't let little Yuebei's gēge [older brother] be neglected!" MK: *starts running as the clones begin focusing on him*

New thing to be petty and competitive over as a couple >:3

[zeherili-ankhein]

Getting overpampered at the start of the year at my grandparent's

I said I'm too lazy to eat cuz then I'll have to get up from the sofa and go wash hand and all (don't mind me im lazy asf ok)

And everyone is just stuffing my face with food 😭

Theya re so adorable ahdhfhfhfh

[reizerisanoingsstuff]

‼️TW: Abuse ; SA ; Violence against women ; Gore ; Broken bones

TMA SONA/ TMA OC

🌸Dollface 🥩

Dollface was raised in a big family being an only girl. Since her birth she didn't have any autonomy over her own body and choices, bring extremely overpamped by her mother who treated her dother like a doll to dress up and project into. Any protests again that were met with harch criticism and beating which only added to the top of unachievable body and behavior standards placed over her head.

Despite being extremely attractive, Dollface was never aware of that part of herself growing up , or any part at all for that matter, after being denied autonomy for so long she never learned to connect with her real name, her wants , her character , her body. But what she did connect with was anatomy. Organs , viscera , bones - parts of her that were only hers , connecting her with other humans.

As soon as she was given a sliver of independence, Dollface fled from her family house going on a rampage of self discovery. Her openess to the world , nativity and will for discovery opened her for new connections , knowledge on how the world saw her and being killed for the first time. First time of many.

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I really wanted to explore AFAB flesh avatars connected to violence women face. Her need in carnal devotion turned into murder every time. Perhaps she would've wanted to give somebody a change to kill her off , but her God is too amused by the constant suffering to let her go so easy . Bringing a concept of " you're just a piece of meat " to the extreme

God's favorite princess

Character inspiration:

- Tomie ( Juji Ito anthology)

- Bella Baxter ( "Poor things " movie )

- Nurse Bendy ( "Moral Orel" TV series )

[ramayantika]

So my prev room mate (not pinki) decided to shift to the same ac hostel where I shifted.

And guess who did 80% of the work aka arranging her room entirely?

Pinki and me. Idk if this is because of her being pampered but dude seriously you need to learn how to arrange your own room, how to fold clothes etc. She would just sit on the bed. I would pass around all the items and pinki made the room for her.

Her mother wanted to pair the both of us but thankfully I got my roommate (roomie didi) because apparently her mother is in putri moh so she basically treats me and pinki as her 2nd mothers to take care of her which actually is annoying

And the casual tone... My god when she said haan tum log varna badme arrange kar dena (some things are still present in the bags which I told her to unpack and arrange it acc to your needs yourself)

But anyway I am still going to maintain my boundaries now. I am not going to play the role of her mother to wake her up and bring her to class. Call me a shit friend or smth but I have a lot of work to do than engage time in this. I am just hoping that she doesn't come to study in my room. I took a separate room and a diff hostel just so there won't be nosy people who want to know which extra reading I am doing.

Lado is very lazy like ultra legend lazy thanks because of being excessively overpampered. Though she is a good girl at heart, actually child like innocent seriously, I am glad to have shifted earlier and roomie didi came in too. Kyunki aur yeh sambhalna usko dekhna I can't do it. Last sem dekh liya tha bhai yeh

If anybody is going to hostel do not become like Pinki nor Lado lol.

You can ask for help when needed but aisa nahi ki sab tumko kar ke de and tum bas bahana bannao ki I am messy mein lazy hi hu mera aisa hi hai. Chizein nahi aati karni that isn't a problem. Chizein na aate huye sikhni nahi hai kaise karni hai that is.

[elazul-sasayaki]

Hey hey, it is the anon from yesterday back with another immobility edging thought 😎

With the concept of playing with the line of being stuck to their seat, someone having to wait for themselves to digest before regaining mobility, but after every meal they have to wait a little longer. Continuing all the way until even as their stomach grumbles and groans to be filled they just can't breach that last bit of inertia...

Hehehe, letting it happen so often, the lack of movement thanks to having to wait making more and more of each ever-growing meal stick around as soft, restricting fat... Eventually the one bringing the meals doesn't have to worry about you trying anymore, belly demanding more before it's even done emptying itself, the only way you're getting off that seat is when it can no longer support your weight...

~w~

What a dream situation, having someone doting on me that diligently, overpampering me to the point of making me entirely reliant on the pampering.

[ryllen]

Alex would love the ostrich egg

[yeahjustwanttobemyself]

Itadakimasu! @emily_klc_ #ijustwanttoeatdrinktravelsleepandrepeat #thankyou #arigatou #yummyyummyinmytummy #sashimi #love #overpampered #local #japanesemenuonly #drinktowashawaythetearsandsadness #fattrip #eatdrinknonstop #tokyo #love #japan #lovingjapanalways (at Katsushika-ku, Tokyo, Japan)

[fayamn]

Be my sweet Valentine.

Be my filled with sweets Valentine.

I'll empty a full box of chocolates in your mouth and call you fat, then any pet name that you like. Fatty, poker, piggy, anything as long as it's making your heart skip a bit and making you just love me a little more. I love you enough for you to grow big and fat, to reach your ideal weight. I even love you enough to make you slim down if you're not liking being so big. Don't think I wouldn't enjoy a sexy fat thing like you moving your fat butt to burn calories.

I assume losing weight is not on your mind though. No, you want your sweetie to feed you, fatten you, grow you. You want all the warm love, all the pounds that go with it, and even more, don't you? You want me to be doting, providing, pampering, spoiling you. And that all I want you: to be the willing receptacle of my love, no matter how fattening it is, at least up to your maximum comfort.

I'll tenderly feed you, again and again, more and more, until you're as fat as you like. My own butterball, overfed, overpampered, overspoiled. But so happy, lost in a bliss, a hazy happiness that cradles you, while I massage your belly and whisper in your ear how loved you are. Happiness from knowing you're loved so much there have to be more of you to handle it, and with each pound comes even more love.

So be my sweet Valentine, my filled with sweets Valentine.

[meep9898]

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame? For Minerva

"There is no reason to blame myself for someone else's misfortune. Everyone is responsible of their own problems or, at the very least, of fixing them. It would be as if I went on blaming others for what happened at SimTech all those years ago. Still, I will always try my best to offer a helping hand, listen, and support them in any way I can."

As for scenarios in which someone hurts themselves, she'll enter full nurse/mom mode and overprotect/overpamper them while taking care of their wounds until they heal.

[with-the-same-tattoos]

Okay, but hear me out. You know that saying Opposites attract? That’s you and Chop Top. Balancing each other out

💫💫💫💫💫💫💫balance💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫

Akdlalskdj ok ok sorry thank u for ur support 😭😭 its just that I'm like, I'm messy in the way that an overpampered hollywood chihuahua is, nervous and shaky but well cared for, mentally ill for No good reason, im those 1800s ladies who faint from shock & gets diagnosed w hysteria, Chop Top... is too cool for me 2 be around

[lathalea]

Ciao :) In your opinion, what could be the ideal vacation for each member of the company? Make a list!

Hi @estethell ! Thanks for your great ask, I really enjoyed replying to it! 💙 Ready? Let’s go! Dori, Oin and Ori

Dori and Oin enjoy each other’s company immensely, so they would go for a vacation together to let the sun warm their chilled bones after a winter in Erebor, sample local specialties and so on. But there’s a catch: Dori would never go anywhere without Ori, his little brother needs some fun too! And Mahal forbid if Ori would be left unattended, who knows what dangers he could encounter! So the Helicopter Dori books a vacation for three in a fancy 5-star resort by the ocean (think Seychelles, Maldives, Zanzibar and so on) - with palms, white beaches, lots of sunbathing, drinks with umbrella and gourmet cuisine. It would be the best vacation of Dori’s life, and the most amusing in Oin’s... Unfortunately, the overpampered Nori would hate it. Partially because he’s a ginger and his skin is very sensitive to sun, and partially because... well, who would like to spend two weeks on a boring beach with those two when he could be on a vacation with Nori and have a proper good time?

Nori, Fili and KIli

Where would the uncrowned king of nightlife go on vacation along with a couple of party lovers? Prague.  With so many nightclubs the capital of Czech Republic is bustling with life 24/7 and Nori would be more than happy to introduce Fili and Kili to one of his favorite places in the world. Night clubs, pubs, Rave parties, Disco clubs - you name it. The girls are pretty, the boys are charming and the beer costs virtually nothing! Oh, and Fili and Kili are safely away from their uncle’s judgmental stare. Same goes for Nori and Dori’s constant “tut-tut-ing”.

Gloin and Bombur

Yeah, you guessed it. Gloin and Bombur would definitely take their large families and go for a long vacation somewhere with a water park. There is one in Orlando, USA that offers a spectacular view of a mountain (in case the pebbles get home sick). Also, they will be obliged to do the mandatory “Barrel ride” with their little ones, just like they did when escaping from Mirkwood!

Bifur and Bofur

After settling in Erebor, the cousins would miss the feeling of being on the road, so they would choose to go on a walking holiday in England. Green, rolling hills, cute sheep, friendly farmers, peace and quiet, sleeping under the stars - these are the things they would enjoy the most. On the way, they would buy a wheel of artisan cheese for Bombur back home.

Thorin and Dwalin

Hardcore winter trekking in Hindu Kush. Two sturdy (and grumpy) dwarves together against harsh conditions with spectacular views in bonus. If there were any Stone Giants in that place, they would run away all the way to the Himalayas, hearing Thorin’s and Dwalin’s disapproving grunts from miles away. The weather would be not freezing enough, the snow would be too warm, the food rations not awful enough and halfway through their vacation they’d decide that sleeping in a tent is for babies and from now on they’d sleep on bare ground. After returning home and being swamped with the duties of the King and his Captain of the Guard, they would however decide that even winter hiking in Hindu Kush is a piece of cake compared with negotiating with the Elves, discussing the trade tax with Dale and resolving disputes between mountain goat herders.

Balin

I’ve always felt that Balin would be fascinated with the works of Leonardo da Vinci and he would like to visit his birthplace. He would fall in love with the place instantly. The food, the wine, the lazy afternoons under the shade of olive threes and the never-ending discussions about the art, culture, everything and nothing with the friendly locals. I can see him returning home in a straw hat and with several new art history books to add to his collection. Who knows, maybe he would take up painting, too?

Bilbo

This time, our beloved Hobbit would not just go for an adventure. He would go for the most extreme adventure vacation he can think of! Bungee jumping, paragliding, deep sea diving, you name it! After his adventure with the dwarves, he’d become a regular adrenaline junkie.

[draw-you-coward]

“Till death do us part. And forever until the end of eternity.” pls? For sweet Trahearne and Roza?:3

ohh this turned out longer than i thot ;;3;; hope u like it tho! might post it as a second chapter in that fic since it could fit nicely

~*~

Roza’s step is silent, as it always is. Trahearne only knows he has come to visit when Harley leaps off his lap with an elegant swish of her tail and patters off, mewling plaintively.

“Hello, princess,” he hears from the kitchen. “I’ve brought treats for you, like I promised. Yes, I have.”

Trahearne shakes his head with a smile, putting his current crafting project aside and rising from his large armchair (Roza says it is a rocking chair, but he isn’t certain it is supposed to move like that). He has protested before, without much intent, about giving Harley food, since he still cannot find anything resembling a litterbox. But Roza has only pointed out that she is finding things to eat anyhow, and it serves little purpose to “starve her of deserved treasures,” as he puts it. Trahearne does not even know where he is buying cat treats from.

He reaches the kitchen and leans against the doorframe, watching Roza pamper his overpampered cat with a wide, foolish smile he cannot keep from tugging at his cheeks. “Good morning.”

“Good afternoon, dear lover.” Roza puts Harley down on the counter, and she rubs against his arm. “You are depriving her, I see. It is a good thing I am here.”

Trahearne doesn’t know whether he’s serious or not, even when he picks up the bag he has dropped on the floor and brushes past him with a wink. “I have something to show you,” he calls over his shoulder.

Trahearne joins him on the couch as he opens his bag and rifles through it, ducking his head to peer inside. “Did you get me food as well?”

“I am your treat. Do not get greedy,” Roza scolds, although it is with a flash of teeth. He pulls out a small scroll, and pauses. After a moment, he hands it to Trahearne.

“I do not know if I want this, but if you like it you can keep it.”

It is an odd statement, coupled with an equally odd discovery: the scroll is of sylvari craftsmanship, made from finely-woven pith turned light from a few years of aging. Trahearne unrolls it curiously, and reveals a coloured ink portrait of a sylvari, with a young smile and deep indigo bark. His branches bloom into brilliant violet foliage, and his blue eyes seem to sparkle from an unseen light.

“It’s beautiful.” Trahearne glances up to find Roza watching him intently. “Did you paint it?”

Roza barks out a sharp laugh, and Trahearne, although not one to laugh at someone else’s expense, lets himself smile. Roza is many wondrous things, but artistically gifted is not one of them. Trahearne had a small collection of hideous painted pots in his old office that proved it.

“No,” Roza replies. He nudges his chin towards the scroll. “Do you recognize him?”

Trahearne looks at it again. His first thought is that it reminds him of Dagonet, back when they were saplings, but the physiology is wrong. Large eyes, long ears, a thin, hooked nose, a segmented pattern outlining his cheeks…

Trahearne looks at Roza in growing surprise, and then, at his slight smile, back at the scroll. No, it can’t be. But… “This is you. The resemblance is uncanny.”

Roza nods. Trahearne holds the portrait up next to his head, still half disbelieving, and he rolls his eyes but holds still. Side by side like this, there is no denying it. That is his Roza smiling at him from the scroll, steeped in colour and joy he does not have.

“How?” Or perhaps why? Had he commissioned this?

Roza sighs, squeezing his largest branch and slumping against the couch. “Long story short, there is a seer, living in the Grove, who is very skilled with inks and paints. Their life’s work—ah, Wyld Hunt—is to document our kind. Due to their connection to the Dream, they sometimes paint the faces they see in there. I had… a thought, so I went and asked them a few questions. And lo and behold,” he gestures loosely to the scroll.

Trahearne runs his thumb over the material, staying shy of touching ink. “That is amazing—I have never heard of anything like it before. So this is… what you looked like before you awakened?”

Roza shrugs. “I do not know; my memory of the Dream is hazy at best, and there are no mirrors there. But presumably, yes.”

“Amazing,” Trahearne repeats, staring at the portrait once more. Roza only looks at him.

“Is that what you think?”

His tone is what makes Trahearne glances up at him. It is worryingly difficult to read, as is his expression, and for the first time he considers why Roza wanted to show him this.

“I think is a lovely painting,” he answers honestly, “But it is not the Roza I know.”

Roza’s lip pulls back in a wry smile. “It is the Na Rós you never got to. A perfect, unmarred sylvari.”

Trahearne frowns in concern, touching his wrist. Roza’s eyes flicker with movement, and although they are pitch black instead of brilliant blue, they are familiar, and Trahearne would know them in the most turbulent storm on the darkest night. This is his Roza. The painting is a stranger.

“He is everything I can never be,” Roza says simply. “Look at the light in his smile. Would you not prefer someone who could laugh with all their heart?”

“No,” says Trahearne.

Those eyes he loves fix on him, large and dark. He used to think they were vacant, unknown, even eerie. Now he can navigate through their depths with only his heart to guide him.

“He is a beautiful thing, so young and happy.” Roza leans closer. “Are you not drawn to beauty?”

“There is beauty in fragments,” Trahearne replies. He traces the pattern on Roza’s cheek, carved from colourless bark, with his forefinger. “In mended shards glued back together.”

Roza smiles without humour. “Are you calling me broken pottery?”

“Do not make me tear this painting to make a point.”

Roza makes a noise like a laugh, more of a hiss. He surges forward to kiss Trahearne, wanting for—love, confirmation, a promise—whatever he is searching for. Trahearne kisses him until he calms, until the shoulder beneath his hand slumps, until Roza’s emotion bleeds out with his breath.

“I am sorry,” is the first thing he utters when they part. He bows his head against Trahearne’s neck, as if too cowed to meet his eye.

Trahearne tilts his head upwards. “Do not be.”

“Do you ever wish that—”

“No.” Trahearne doesn’t let him finish his sentence. “And no, and,” he pretends to consider. “No.”

Roza grins weakly. “You must get tired of me sometimes.”

“I think I already answered that.” Trahearne leans down to kiss him once more, and meets lips that are soft and yielding. “Dearheart, know this. I will not be tired of you when you are at your best, nor at your worst, nor at any point in between. Did I not tell you that I weighed all my odds and chose you? I will continue to choose you, my dear Roza, for forever. Past your fleeting life. Until the end of eternity.”

Roza hides his face into his neck, the long bridge of his nose a hard line below his ear. His chest quavers lightly, and Trahearne strokes his back in slow, soothing motions.

The scroll lies to his right, forgotten. It is a lovely painting of a stranger. Perhaps one day, if he is willing, he will ask Roza to commission a portrait of himself. It would be nice to have one to hang up.

~*~

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