#to say it was proud of me like a father would

[missydior]

CINNAMON GIRL ୨୧ (part i)

♡: when nobody suspects, you deliberately try to offer hints of the truth – aka. you & charles slowly launch your relationship when everybody is convinced you’re untouched.

notes: charles leclerc/singer reader, secret relationship, releasing & soft (?) launching, engagement, i’ve used song & album names from other artists here !

– based on this request ☁️

type: smau ・ face claim: madison beer ᥫ᭡

part ii: here !

a/n: my first smau on this blog </3 honestly not as proud of this one bc i had difficulty trying not to make it too long or awkward but i adore any excuse to look for pretty pics on pinterest, ily all

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yourusername: “there’s things i wanna say to you, but i’ll just let you live.” cinnamon girl out now ! i had so so much fun producing this song, love from me to you all <3

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user1: will be listening to this song on repeat for the rest of the year now

user2: literally obsessed 🫶🏼

friendusername: you deserve the world

yourusername: i <3 you

user3: can’t wait for your lover era one day, the songs will be lushhh

user4: girl, y/n already produces perfect music & lyricism without a man in her life, she’s doing just fine on her own

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newsofy/n: in a recent interview following the release of her new single ‘cinnamon girl’, y/n said “I am always inspired by those around me […] the support of my friends, family are the foundations of my work, every lyric and song is so personal to me – from experiences or those so dear to my heart…”

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user1: she is such a sweetheart, we must protect her.

user2: did anybody else notice that smile when the interviewer asked if she has any romantic ‘muses’ or inspiration?

user3: you’re taking it out of context, i’m pretty certain y/n is still as single as all of us </3

user2: ouch true, but you never know

user4: oh to be the muse of one of yourusername’s songs

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f1gossip: the monaco grand prix annually attracts all kinds of faces from the glitz & glamour, this year including the music industry’s sweetheart yourusername who had claimed she wanted to “return” to the place she has always adored, in person.

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user1: I wonder who she’s supporting 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

user2: probably charles leclerc, like every single girl who breathes.

user1: be quiet, I wouldn’t blame her anyway

user3: she looks like an angelll, paddock princess here she comes

user4: omg, didn’t she mention once in an interview that her father’s a lover of f1 too?

user5: I think I saw some old pics of her when she was like five with him at the belgian grand prix

user1: my two favourite people ever have MET EACH OTHER? crying inside currently

user2: they would make the most iconic couple

user3: girl bffr, they have just met

user2: let me be delulu, okay?

user4: no he has heart eyes

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yourusername: monaco, you were a blessing this weekend and i can’t wait to see you again soon, je t’aime <3

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user1: please, please, please come next year too, the paddock needs your fashion sense

user2: not charles lurking in the likes haha

user3: she’s got him interesteddd

user4: y/n and f1 was honestly the collab i never knew that i needed

user5: soon? what other business do you have in monaco?

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f1gossip: in a recent interview, when asked, charles leclerc revealed that he has listened to yourusername’s recent single ‘cinnamon girl’: “i’ve heard it a few times on the radio or shuffle, i think whoever is on the receiving end of her love songs now or in the future will be a lucky man, for sure.”

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user1: he’s definitely in love

user2: they’ve literally met once

user1: okay? i’ve never met him and i’m in love with him. anyway, we don’t know what they do away from the cameras and stuff

user3: he knows something we don’t.

user4: y/n’s friends are alwaysss on the gossip and i love it, they probably tell her all about it lol

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yourusername: from a secret admirer xoxo

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franciscagomes: finally?

yourusername: don’t pretend this is the first time

user1: y/n what does this meannnn?

user2: do you finally have some chance in your love life?

user3: that sounds so backhanded help

user4: whoever they are, i hope they treat you well y/n <3 our angel

♡ ✧ 。*・.

a/n: this feels a little rushed and awkward but i loved doing it nonetheless with my fun, little aesthetic </3 i’ve decided to divide it into two parts simply because it was getting long lol.

part ii: here <3

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon grinned at himself through the mirror like a stupid teenager in the changing room as Price, god bless this man and his father figure behavior, tugged on his tie to keep it straight and clean.

Wedding Day had come. His wedding day had come.

“Mate, you must be shakin’ with excitement to marry the pretty face.” Gaz grinned from his spot on the couch, all three of them dressed in their best attire. Even Soap hadn’t complained once about wearing a tie.

Simon’s mind wandered to you in the other room, he hadn’t seen you since last night, tradition, that’s what they called it.

He hoped you were having a blast, because you had to spend so many days and nights over the wedding plans that he had to get you to the hospital once after you broke down from exhaustion.

“Anyone ever thought big bad ol’ Ghost gets married?” Soap teased as he rummaged through the drawers at the desk. What exactly was he searching? Simon didn’t know or maybe he was too happy to question his best friend’s motives for now, they usually end in chaos and today was meant no chaos.

“I always believed Simon would find the one true love one day.” Price nodded and patted Simon’s chest, telling him he was done with the tie.

“Liar.” Gaz laughed and shook his head. “If you want to know who always believed in you, Lieutenant, that’s me. Ol’ Captain and MacTavish over here said you would die a virgin. We got a bet running for a while.”

Simon wasn’t even surprised or mad, maybe tomorrow, or the week after. But tonight he wanted to be on Cloud Nine and looking through the pink tinted glasses of love. Tonight he would say ‘yes’ to the person he loved the most, the one that kept him alive and sane and put up with his antics.

“I’m getting married.” He smiled at himself in the mirror.

“You’re getting married, son.” Price looked at him, through the mirror, a proud smile hidden under the beard.

A minute later his phone rang, your name and picture on the screen.

“Yes? Everything alright, darling?” Simon asked and looked at Price, worry flashing behind his brown eyes.

“I’m scared, Simon. I… I know this will sound crazy and you probably think I’m mad. But… I wanna run away.” You say, followed by a shaky breath. “But at the same time I don’t wanna run away but stay and marry you. Does it make sense?”

Simon relaxed immediately, you were nervous, as you should be. Just like him.

“How about this then, darling, we run away together until you know what you want.” He grinned and picked up his suit jacket.

Soap and Gaz were gasping at him.

“Let’s run away together and if you still feel like running, we blew off this party. And if not, we come back, say yes to each other tonight and live our happily ever after.”

Gaz asked if he was insane. Soap was looking between Simon and Price, who simply had the time of his life while opening the door for Simon to leave.

“Are you sure… do you… I mean…?” You started to ramble and mutter under your breath.

“Darling… For you I would go through hell and back. I am not complete without you anymore. There was a time before you, sure. But there will be no time after you. Together.” Simon spoke gently and could see through the phone who your cheeks turned pink and tears pricked your eyes. “I’ll be out in two minutes, don’t let me wait.”

(Spoiler, in the end Simon and you got married surrounded by friends and family. Price lost a bet to Laswell because they both know you two and knew you would pull such a stunt. Soap had gained a few more grey hairs than necessary and Gaz was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment, why else would you two pull something like that.)

[anadiasmount]

aftermath bliss - jb blurb.

quick sum: your champions league winner taking it all in with you alongside.

masterlist | jude’s masterlist

you quite frankly had to pinch yourself many times throughout the night. to ensure if this was reality or just a dream. it seemed like a dream. not just for you but for your dear boyfriend as well.

the endless nights. endless games. endless trainings. endless happiness yet disappointments. despite it all, he made it. the bubble of proudness never left your chest. the moment from when he stepped onto the pitch, to now where he is now with the similar smile as a kid as he lifts the trophy into the air.

you genuinely could not believe it whatsoever. and all you wanted to do was tell him how incredibly proud you were of him. what he succeeded and made history on this very night. despite it all you let him have his moment. the dream he wish and promised himself as a kid. this was his moment and you didn’t dare for yourself or anyone to ruin it.

you and his mom spoke endlessly as you waited for jude. where she express just how equally happy she was, especially since she was his mother and it was another level of emotions. “my baby… he did it,” she said turning to you, tears bliming her waterline. you saw him approaching you “go and give him the warmest and tightest hug ever,” you encourage, watching the moment breakdown.

“you two as well!” you push jobe and his father towards him where they laugh.

once again this was their moment as a family and you respected that. you watched closely, hands interlocked and watching your boyfriends face twist from so many faces as he spoke quietly with his family. you had some of the wags approach you and take pictures, making small talk with them and reminiscing the whole evening.

“there he is!” you cheered as your boyfriend approached you, grabbing your face before leaning down and kissing you desperately. to show you how he felt in the moment. his lips molded with yours for a few seconds, making your tummy flutter with butterflies and excitement. jude pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he stroked your cheek.

“walk with me.”

you didn’t say anything else. you followed as he led the way, helping you over the barrier as he tucked you in close to his side, your hand finding home around his back, stoking his spine lovingly. the two of you walk around the pitch thanking the last bit of fans and taking pictures since jude begged for them. wanting to share the moment with you.

the two of you sat on the pitch, jude’s hand helping him stay up and legs spread apart as you came between them, your back resting on his chest, feeling the cool metal that hanged around his neck. “i’ve dreamed of this as a kid y/n… and to win it here in my country? with you and my family supporting me? you have no idea what’s running through my head,” jude suddenly says grabbing his face, the shock and aftermath present still.

“i feel like it all went so fast! from birmingham, to germany, then boom, now i’m at madrid? it feels too good to be true,” jude confessed. you turned swiftly holding his face, his dear brown eyes and bright smile immediately softening and relaxing against your hold.

“look around jude, you wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for the dedication and overall achievements in the sport you’ve done. you’re here today because you put yourself through it. the hard work, sacrifices. i’m so incredibly proud of you jude,” you relish, jude scoffing a happy breath, tears wanting to run down his face. “i can’t express just how much i am. you know i always am, but this? this is your moment jude. you did it for the baby jude, you made and completed his wish to come true.”

so many times where he expressed as a kid what meaning this title would mean to him. and you with by saying that it would make it surreal for him. his eyes went everywhere, looking at you with pure adoration and love. the adrenaline and rush returning through his veins when you smiled for you, granting jude a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

no words needed to be said or exchanged. the moment itself was enough to speak actions over words. maybe it was still the shock present, or the fact that in this moment it was all said and done. “i love you jude,” you reminded him, grabbing one of his hands and placing a kiss against his knuckles, laughing at how you left a mark thanks to your lipstick.

“i love you more darling. have no idea what you mean to me, how thankful i am for you to be put into my life,” jude gulped deeply, closing his eyes when you giggled. “is it strange i don’t want to leave?” jude said after another couple of minutes where it was shared in either pure silence or tiny sentences. you looked around, the wembley stadium almost empty. “nope. wouldn’t blame you either,” you laugh.

“but you still have tomorrow where you will celebrate this beautiful trophy with the fans who also brought you here,” you point out watching jude nod, agreeing with you. “will you call me silly if i wear my hat?” jude pouted, grabbing your cheek once you laid your head back onto his chest, just below his shoulder, “when aren’t you being silly?” you retorted.

“you’re right,” jude hummed cocking his head to the side as he capture your lips in a soft kiss, lingering them there as every ounce of love was shared, feeling you smile against his lips. “are you gonna wear it?” you ask, playing with the medal, your champions league winner.

“im in england after all.”

[generalsdiary]

Dr. Ratio w/ Kavetham parents (x Aventurine)

warnings: none

word count: 5.7k

a/n: after the intro (one or two paragraphs) it switches to Ratio’s pov dw (beginning with the first line of dialogue), also if you don’t like the Aventio ship- it is only mentioned after half of the writing. and in case you’re only here for Aventio- it begins halfway. tho I do recommend reading the full work for the best experience ^^

description: let's talk about Ratio's parents. I have been going on and leaving comments/hiding in hashtags here and there about how much I like the theory/fanon of Alhaitham and Kaveh being his parents (fluff, nostalgia)

now let us take into consideration that Teyvat does exist in the canon of Star Rail- and (if you've read/watched a few analyses) you might know that the planet on the loading screen is literally Teyvat- and now if you're questioning how is it separated from everything (read; not getting checked by the IPC) and similar- well.. it is locked off of any access. I'm truly not the right person to dwell into this, so do explore more about that if it has piqued your interest, and without further ado, these are my thoughts on our favorite canon couple in Genshin being Ratio's parents.

I can see Veritas coming back home (by some means) and his dads being just over the moon delighted to see him.

Kaveh would most likely ask him to sculpt something with him. Veritas, as it is portrayed, he sculpts mostly himself, and (in Kaveh’s voice lines he says sculpting is his hobby) Kaveh enjoys that as well. so, it makes perfect sense that Kaveh taught him that, just a little Veritas wobbling around and putting his hands into the grayish looking water, little hands shaping the sculpture- Kaveh giggling at the sight, gods Kaveh would look so beautiful in that setting, Alhaitham smiling fondly- he won’t touch the water or the statue- the texture ain’t right. so, when adult Veritas comes back home for a longer visit, of course Kaveh insists on his son sculpting something with him.

“how have you been, Veritas? it has been quiet without you rambling with yourself in the middle of the night about the problems of the world” Kaveh snickers and pours fresh ground coffee.

“I do hope you have been taking care of yourself, you shouldn’t let your job rule over your private life.” Alhaitham adds.

“I- I have been fine, and no my job isn’t suffocating me, dad.” He answers in that annoyed voice reminding his fathers of a teenager. “I never said suffocating.” Alhaitham quietly adds, his son revealing himself in his word choice. He doesn’t comment any further. The obvious is clear to all three men.

he goes to his room, fresh, clean as if he never left. his walls covered in sheets of paper with math equations, sketches of various buildings (even an attempt to sketch his father’s beautiful work of the palace of Alcazarzaray), quotes from those close to him in case memory ever betrayed him. the warm sunlight dripping into his room, the scent of spices, fresh coffee, herbal tea and warm cotton letting him know that he is home. nostalgia isn’t something he allows to rule over him, but in this moment, he is weak to it and indulges in the safety of his room. the rough texture of the sheets soothes him and all the puzzle pieces seem to fall in their place. he needed this. his dads, this vacation. he falls asleep with a small smile on his face that night, there’s perhaps no better place to be than home.

little kid Veritas was truly born into the right family with his intellect. perfect parents to take care of all of his “quirks”, and hunger for knowledge. and, Alhaitham and Kaveh are so proud of the man he grew up to be, “you know that love for math and numbers, is all you.” Alhaitham comments, not raising his gaze from the book in his hand, the early morning sun just barely grazing the room. Kaveh smiles and walks over to his partner, his lips leaving a soft kiss on the top of the younger man’s head, “he is equally you and me, Alhaitham.” both men smile for the next minute, Alhaitham’s free arm moving around Kaveh’s waist since he stood right next to where he sat. “except the hair, that he takes after his uncle.” Kaveh laughs melodically at that remark, “well, he crafted the hair genome-altering potion himself because we allowed him to ask Tighnari too many questions which he was all too happy to answer.” Alhaitham nods, “it fits him. the indigo. can’t even remember what it was before if I’m being honest.” Kaveh all but shrieks, turning his voice to a whisper to not wake their son, “that’s because he did it when he was 4.”

speaking of his ‘uncle’, Wanderer is someone Veritas was very fond of. or rather, is still very fond of. such a genius mind, a clever being with a puppet body, snarky, sarcastic- Veritas felt confused why he didn’t hang out even more often with his dads; they seemed like the perfect match of personalities and intellect. nonetheless, he did come over occasionally, and was always met with, something he now knows to cherish; the soft smile, the gentle voice and the cozy embrace of his uncle who likes tolerates children. and especially since he didn’t come over often, teenage Veritas would run away take a walk to go see him, he always looked young so that made him seem even more approachable to the young boy. he’d seek knowledge, and intelligent conversations- not that his fathers or his other uncles didn’t provide that. he simply needed someone outside of that roster. an outsider. well… half of an outsider, who can keep secrets. not that he’d have many secrets to share, Wanderer would gladly amuse the kid, happy with the respect the child gave him and intrigued by the questions he'd hear.

“alright kid, it is late, off you go.”

“it’s dark yes, you won’t see me off?”

“you can walk, can’t you? now go.” Wanderer zooms off into the shadows. Veritas developed confidence in his late night walks home and bravery, not knowing- until maybe in his adult life, that Wanderer always flew above him on his way home. making sure that he was safe. and every time, maybe out of respect, maybe out of a sense of duty, or perhaps… even… companionship? friendship? he’d slip a note under the door ‘the kid was with me, W’

“is uncle Wanderer still in Sumeru?” Veritas indulged between bites of pita pockets. he just did a workout session with Alhaitham, his dad is where he picked up the healthy habit of working out and staying active.

“he should be. I mean he didn’t move out to a different region if that’s what you mean” Kaveh answered with a nod in Alhaitham’s direction, to confirm or debunk what he said in case he had different information. Alhaitham shook his head, he didn’t know anything else, “he should be in Sumeru city.”

‘the kid was with me’

Veritas makes his way on the incline of the Divine Tree, last step, and, “ah well if it isn’t my favorite nephew?” the voice said sarcastically. a whoosh of wind and the short man with a large hat- obscuring anyone’s view, flew down.

Veritas smiled, “uncle. it has been very long. and the years have… treated you well” he chuckled, attempting to tease the older man.

Wanderer scoffed, “is that some poor attempt at a joke? perhaps, you should spend more time with the general on this vacation. brush up your…” vague gesture, “comedy.” he hovered and sat down on the stone wall.

“I doubt comedy is something I’m fit to pursue.”

they talked for hours that day. catching up and Veritas dumping, if at all possible, even more questions onto his uncle about life and existentialism. the sun started setting and Wanderer got up, ending their conversation as always before it got too late in the night. he gestured to Veritas to come closer, to which he bent lower- the height difference was painfully obvious, “you really grew so big.” Wanderer softly commented, Veritas could see the same kindness and endearment in his eyes that he saw as a child. Veritas always meant much more to Wanderer than he ever let on. to be called uncle, considered a family member, and not be asked to change himself. Wanderer appreciated Alhaitham and Kaveh, and his nephew is someone he’d die for. he pinched his cheek, “you take care of yourself, young man.” Wanderer smiled for a second and flew up out of sight. and, just like all those years ago, he flew above him out of sight, making sure he got safely home… after all, Veritas isn’t a vision carrier.

“puppets- puppets can’t cry, stop this” he’d mumble to himself as a few more teardrops fell on the parchment paper he pushed under the door.

second night he dreamed. Nahida smiled in this dream and waved “welcome home, Veritas”, once awake he sat up immediately out of breath.

stepping into the kitchen and there she sat.

“oh- Lesser lord Kusanali, you didn’t use the door- um- would you like some tea?”

“oh Veritas, it is so good to see you” she chirps, jumping off of her chair and walking over, he bends over to pick her up so she may properly hug him.

“auntie Nahida- I- I seem to have forgotten you knew the exact moment I laid my head on the pillow two nights ago that I got back home” Veritas would mumble, he didn’t realize that he would be this happy to see her.

“Lesser lord Kusanali, good morning, I’ll fetch the tea.” Alhaitham would add, making Kaveh sit down so he doesn’t stumble over something, his husband is always jittery when the archon comes to visit.

on his way to the tavern he hears a woman yell his name, frozen in his step he turns and sees her running towards him. “Collei!” Veritas smiles, opening his arms and she jumps at him. he gives her a spin and tightly embraces her, “how have you been- you’re still amusingly short-“ he laughs, and she playfully punches him,

being close to Wanderer meant Nahida heard of him, and of course, she knew about Alhaitham’s and Kaveh’s son, hence upon visiting the kid often she became the auntie Nahida. Veritas grew up knowing the full truth, his dads aren’t the type to sugarcoat it or lie.

so in this embrace, Veritas realized how many questions he had for the tiny god in his arms. the god of wisdom. although, that might be impolite… he was silent for a bit.

Nahida giggled, “ask,” her legs swaying on the chair, “I know you must have so many more things you wish to know. especially with your age, doctor~” she giggled even more. and therefore it became a discussion, Veritas carefully forming his words, his dads listening to the conversation until they had to leave to lunch with friends. “come if you have time, your uncles Tighnari and Cyno will be there. they would be happy to see you.” Alhaitham adds as they leave the house.

“is that how you greet your favorite cousin?”

“you mean my only cousin?”

“don’t get snarky with me- I got better at communication and will use sarcasm to my advantage!” Collei laughed happily as she answered. in his mind, she has always communicated well with him. he never saw any issues, only fondness for his older cousin.

they catch up on the street, his cousin is someone he cared about a lot in his youth. a peer who he didn’t shoo off, who didn’t dislike him, and who was and still is an amazing, accepting, intelligent person. one stayed and the other one moved away, yet their communication never failed, never changed, and the love always there for one another.

Cyno and Tighnari basically tackle him with love and affection. Cyno wraps him up in a blanket of dad jokes (not literal), while Veritas shares stories of foxians on the Xianzhou Luofu. it is a pleasant lunch filled with stories, and the tallest man at the table getting babied and treated as if he is fifteen years old again. somewhat bittersweet. Cyno insists they play a round of TCG, Veritas winning easily, “it is pure strategy, uncle Cyno” he tries to hide his smirk as he answers to a frowning general; Alhaitham adds quietly, “that’s my boy. well done.”

His uncle Cyno was the one to teach him Genius invocation TCG, during their trips to the desert they spent their evenings playing cards. “this is hardly fair, uncle. I keep losing” the small boy frowned.

Madam Faruzan is someone he didn’t expect to see in the house of Daena. he found her… interesting in his youth, but he moved past the interest when the well of knowledge for him dried up. on the other hand, Faruzan adored the little boy who was respectful and smart. they chatted for a few minutes and he quickly excused himself, otherwise, he’d have to put the bust on and the people of Sumeru have spent years not seeing such strange behavior and he knew it would attract even more attention. his younger dad’s voice would echo in his head, “it never matters if it makes others around you uncomfortable- you take care of yourself. if it helps you, if you feel better, then wear it.” and the scene of his dad placing the kid sized plaster head on his head played in Veritas’ mind. he feels incredibly lucky to have such amazing parents.

“Veritas, when you are old enough, and more experienced you will, maybe, come close to winning.” Cyno answers, not showing mercy to the kid- he must learn the rules of the game properly, as he is teaching him survival in the desert. which, over the years of many trips, resulted in Veritas growing well acclimated to the weather conditions and scorching sun there, a good life skill to have.

on the other hand, he also grew accustomed to the moisture-heavy air and high heat of the rainforest. going on many camping trips with his uncle Tighnari. learning of different plants and creatures, gaining proficiency in biology before he even got to go to school. nights in the Gandharva Ville were also something he remembers fondly, his cousin, someone he holds in high regard, was always nice to him, pleasant, no matter his attitude and ‘adapting’ behavior. Collei never judged, they were, in a way, both patient with each other and led intellectually stimulating conversations for both parties. Veritas wouldn’t be the same man he is today if it weren’t for his peer.

“how’s the traveler?”

“oh them? they found their sibling and I’m afraid I haven’t seen them in a bit. but they always come around, you know how they are. unpredictable~” Kaveh chuckles, and fondly recalls his friend with gold hair.

“or perhaps they changed bodies and personalities and embody someone you know outside of Teyvat.”

“daaad.” Veritas exhaled, “your attempts at humor get more annoying with years” he rolled his eyes at Alhaitham.

in a suggestive voice he joked a bit more, “maybe now they are less polite, maybe they even have- gray hair like I do.”

for a second the image of the Trailblazer flashed before his eyes but he dismissed it, “daad please can you contain yourself. I would appreciate it. those books on comedy did you no good,” his head turned to Kaveh, “dad why did you buy him that?”

“for pure shits and giggles, my dear boy.” Kaveh answered with a grin.

one can be as put together as they want and as old as they can be, but once one is home… we all turn back into children.

there was a knock on the door, Kaveh got up to open it, “good morning, yes?”

“ah hello, is doctor Ratio here- his device seems to not be working on Teyvat it seems so err…”

“Veritas it’s for you!” he said louder and turned back to face the man in front of him, “and you are?”

“dad-“ he gently pushed Kaveh aside, “you’re too flashy- get inside Aventurine!” he hissed in a hushed tone.

Veritas stands with his hand on his forehead, shaking his head gently. Kaveh seems amused with a smile on his face and sits down on the couch, next to the sofa armchair where Alhaitham made himself sit in no time. Kaveh can tell by the look in his husband’s eyes that he is entertained.

the young man, which their son addressed as a translucent quartz… Aventurine took a step towards Veritas. “hey- doc- I didn’t mean to- maybe I should’ve read some stuff about the planet before jumping-“

“worried?” Veritas asked. Kaveh and Alhaitham were only missing popcorn, this has been the most entertaining thing they have watched in years. going all the way back to when they visited Fontaine and saw a wonderful drama performance.

“maybe?” the tone of voice was obviously a displeased one, even raising in tone with a sharp glare. Veritas inhaled and exhaled. like a child doing a play he turned to face his parents, “dads, this is Kakavasha,” Aventurine did a small wave, “he is an occasional work partner of mine and I suppose that is why he came here.” he turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

“well, yes, your phone- I mean device wasn’t working- actually nothing came up- I grew worried,” his voice turned into a whisper, “you know with this planet being so gatekept and outside of the IPC’s or the Aeons’ control so…”

“yes,” the blond man answered.

“let’s-“ Kaveh cleared his throat, “I’m Kaveh, Veritas’ father, this is my husband Alhaitham. why don’t you stay a bit- no need to rush off to… wherever you zapped from, hm?” he smiled.

“this, being the isolated area you claim, surely two travels in one day are not good, hm? stay the night. we will make room.” Alhaitham nodded.

and oh, Aventurine could read them in a second, street smarts this guy. he saw every single detail of the two men and how it translated into Veritas. “I’d hate to be a bother- but I’m clever enough to know you two would insist.” Aventurine smiles. Alhaitham and Kaveh hold back any laughs bubbling up their throats from giddiness. for them two, a pinning couple such as themselves, something as this short interaction between Aventurine and Veritas was as obvious as Cyno being the general Mahamatra. visible from the top of the Divine Tree. the only question was, where do they stand together?

“I. you’re right, but I don’t think it is necessary-“ Veritas begins only to be cut off by Kaveh.

“you’re forgetting yourself- didn’t you say he was flashy? you practically dragged him inside.”

Veritas cursed himself mentally, this was truly not what he had in plan. “fine. follow along, dear gambler.” he walked down the hallway and Aventurine followed quickly along.

Kaveh looked at Alhaitham with wide eyes and held back the urge to bite down on a pillow. “I will fucking scream, our son, OUR SON, got bitches?”  “was that real? that just happened, yes?”

Alhaitham was speechless in any verbal form, but his facial expression was priceless. “dear. Archons. thank you lesser lord Kusanali for blessing our boy.” Alhaitham hoped their son would never be lonely… and over the years it truly did turn him to even hope for the archons to show mercy upon him. “he also isn’t an idiot” Alhaitham continued.

“mhm, quite a beautifully well-mannered young man along with that,” Kaveh added.

inside his room, “why- this was truly unnecessary- my dads will now-“

“doc, calm down your parents are great- is this where I’ll stay?”

“this is my room!” he narrowed his eyes, Aventurine nodded and stayed quiet, “yes… this is where you’ll stay. don’t get… cocky about it”

“oh please doc, it isn’t the first time we share a bed.”

“change into something Sumeru appropriate if you wish to leave this house at any time during your stay.” Veritas ponders for a moment, “my clothes are too big and so are any of my dads- uncle Cyno is shorter than you so that’s a no, uncle Tighnari has a tail so that’s also a no, uncle Wanderer wears Inazuma-Sumeru styled clothes and also too small- I will have to buy.” he sighs after his short analysis.

“money is never the problem- credits are something I have a lot of and you know that- why?”

“they use mora here, not credits.”

Aventurine falls quiet, a world with no credits… a land of opportunity! he shall gain mora!

“no. don’t you gamble- the rules here are different-“ knock, knock.

“Veritas, will you go buy Kakavasha clothes or shall I sew something of some old pieces?” Kaveh asked against the closed door.

“I- dad can you go buy- we need to talk- I can’t at this moment.”

“I doubt your worry was justified- you knew you couldn’t contact me here”

“yeah, I’ll go.” silence, he didn’t move away yet. “I’ll take your father with me.”

a distant muffled voice answered, “I don’t like shopping for clothes, Kaveh.” “Shush Alhaitham we are going.”

“your parents seem nice. and now I’m here, so let us not dwell on would’ve, could’ve, should’ve hm?”

Veritas sighs. they exchange a few more words and he leaves for dinner with Collei previously arranged.

the sun is setting when he gets back, Aventurine got nicely acquainted with his parents and… well, Veritas is standing frozen at the entrance door. Aventurine is wearing white Sumeru style clothes, with pretty gold accents and splashes of purple and cyan. there has never been a lovelier man than him, your beauty leaves me speechless. He clears his throat, “now that you look appropriate, allow me to take you on a walk, yes?” to which the blond man obliges and they leave the house.

“you look…” beautiful, ravishing, heavenly, out of this world, take my hand in marriage, “…you wear them well, yes” Veritas cuts his thoughts off.

absentmindedly he talks of the architecture and how people live in Sumeru city. they arrive at a point that oversees the vast area towards Port Ormos and they stand there in silence for a few moments.

“the clothes are very comfortable, I hope I’m wearing them well,” Aventurine says with a big smile.

“c’mon doc, we are on your home planet, in your city. no one knows us here- at least not as the cornerstone of the Aeon of preservation and the member of the Intelligentsia guild. we can relax.”

Veritas rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath. “you’re right. … you look… beautiful. I… I bought you something- it was meant to be a gift when I got back but… here” he hands him a small blue velvet box. Veritas doubts Aventurine ever enjoys wearing jewelry, not with the way he quickly strips himself off of his rings, the watch, and necklace the moment he gets home. Aventurine opens the box and tilts his head in thought, “this is…?”

“a hairpiece. sort of like mine. a pin. I’m sure you understand.” Veritas nods to himself. Aventurine hands him the pin, a dark blue-golden piece displaying a certain mushroom. “put it on me.” Veritas’ eyes shift to the shorter man, if he wasn’t such a calm person his hands would shake in this moment. his fingers gently grip the pin and place it on the soft blond hair.

“good?”

“perfect. I chose well.” Veritas cannot hide how flustered he is at that moment despite his cold demeanor when his cheeks show a shade of pink.

“Doctor… Veritas. I would like to enjoy this vacation- with you. us, together, no one to say anything, may we… relax?” Aventurine says softly, his hand shyly coming to hold Veritas’ making him look at the man. “the view is beautiful from here, the sunset, colors, everything in warm colors, look.” he says, Aventurine shifts his gaze and Veritas keeps looking at him. he raises their joined hands and kisses his knuckles, “you mean everything to me” he whispers.

Aventurine smiles, returning his gaze to him. Veritas continues in a soft voice, “you wear the clothes well. it is… such a vision to see you in the clothing of my world. to see you standing next to me on the streets I grew up on, to see you meet my parents… also I have planned to stay for quite a while so expect to be here for at least a month or travel back to the ship.”

“I think I might stay for a few days. I like the sight of you here, you seem much more relaxed than you usually are, Doc. it’s like you feel safer here. and given how many dangerous specimens are on this planet I am surprised by that fact.” Aventurine gives his hand a small squeeze. “I’d like to get to know your family.” there’s an underlying sadness he sees in the shorter man’s eyes, perhaps the yearning for a safe family of his own.

“I have a big family, uncles, and aunts, a cousin… I’d be happy to introduce you.”

“friends? you didn’t say friends.”

“ah… those. family is what I have here. and you.” Veritas pushes the thoughts of his childhood away, friends… not something he had a big privilege of experiencing. He always preferred his uncles, aunts, truly the only real friend he ever had was Collei. perhaps the other kids weren’t even worth it.

the walk ends with them gazing at the sunset, holding hands.

at night they share his bed, his childhood bed. in the privacy of his home he feels safe enough to lean his face closer and gently kiss him. his lips pressing onto Aventurine’s with a mumble of good night. It feels surreal… his partner with him, in his arms, in his home. Aventurine that night dreams of a small white-haired person who welcomes him to Sumeru and says she is happy to meet him. in the morning when he shares the dream, between kisses Veritas lays along his jawline, the doctor stops to inform him that that was the Dendro archon, which results in a gasping Aventurine and a longer time in bed explaining the function of gods and deities in this world.

Veritas walks into the kitchen, following the scent of Sabz meat stew. his parents are in the study so he freely wraps his arms around Aventurine and lowers his head into the crook of his neck. “smells good.”

“mhm, your dad gave me the recipe- I thought I’d try it out. taste it!” Aventurine turns a bit in his arms, lips pursed blowing on the wooden spoon. it tastes good, melts on the tongue, his eyes widen and it is all the confirmation Aventurine needs. Veritas kisses his temple, “I’m so happy you’re here, Kakavasha.”

“I am doing fine so far, thank you sir”

steps on the wooden floor knock him out of his bubble, his cheeks blush- being physical with his partner isn’t something he wants his parents to see. he puts the plaster head on and sits down. luckily in this household, it is perfectly normal to self-regulate in such a way. he can count on both hands just how many times he saw his dad without the noise-canceling pieces he uses. half of those were when he was sleeping, he remembers as a kid when he’d run to their bedroom, in tears from a nightmare- in mere seconds he’d have the devices on his head- be it Kaveh putting them on or he himself getting them on. after which they would both turn to comfort the small boy. any other time, was his dads quietly chatting on the sofa, and upon his arrival his younger dad would waste no time to put them on. two voices being too much. Alhaitham reassured him plenty of times so he doesn’t feel hurt by it, especially now, that he is old enough to understand; the only person he can tolerate, he enjoys listening fully to (not all the time tho) is Kaveh. to prove the case further, as a teenager he found out that his dad’s device has a mode which makes sure that his older dad’s voice always pushes through noise cancellation. true love at its finest. and what a hopeless romantic his dad is to do so and feel like that. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. he does wear his bust much less when he is around Kakavasha.

and now not even the plaster head can hide it when he tilts his head on his hand and stares at the blond man. Alhaitham smirks, he sees through it oh so easily, “do you need any help, Kakavasha? if not, Kaveh and I are leaving to go to the Akademiya, update our retirement plans and so on. although, I’m sure my son can help out if the need arises.”

“no need for sir, Alhaitham is fine.”

“I’d feel impolite to address my partner’s parents like that,” he speaks out loud before thinking. he stops stirring the food, when did he- how- when did he start feeling so safe that he stopped overthinking as much? Alhaitham nods with a barely noticeable smile and turns to leave the kitchen. “don’t burn the house down, you two.”

Veritas plants his face into his palms, covering the plaster head even more. Kakavasha turns around to face him when the doors close. “hah, um… sorry?”

Veritas gently takes his plaster head off with a small sigh, his cheeks are colored a light shade of pink, and eyes looking elsewhere, “it happens. I’d love to think my dad took your ‘partner’ in a business terminology, but… nobody in this household is that idiotic. and… I doubt we were any less than obvious, especially to a special case such as my parents.”

“special case?” Kakavasha hangs onto his words.

“some other time I’ll tell you about their situation- or perhaps you may ask them yourself. watch the food, dear.” Veritas gestures with his chin to the cooking pot.

Kakavasha does that indeed, chatting along with Alhaitham and Kaveh, the men more than happy to share their story- and get to know their son’s partner.

“I was told I might find you here,” he says in a soft voice, sitting next to the tall man.

Veritas raises his head from his notes. he is sitting at a large table in the house of Daena, surrounded by books, papers and a few pens. “who told you? I wasn’t avoiding you- my dad told me they added a few books and borrowed some from the Temple of silence, I couldn’t resist reading through it all.”

“your dads. am I bothering you, doc? I’m sure there are some books I can entertain myself with” Kakavasha gazes around.

“with no offense, doubtful. it is usually highly dry material, unworthy of your time and energy. I am willing to take a break, may I tempt you with a walk, dear?”

“yes, you may.” Kakavasha smiles at the flirty question.

saying goodbye is never easy. when being home is nice, pleasant- it makes it much harder. Aventurine left a week or so ago, and went back in the outer orbit of the planet. Veritas spent more time with his close family, having more shared meals and spending his early mornings in the Akademiya’s library, even going so far to visit the actual Temple of silence.

Kaveh’s arms are holding him tightly in an embrace, his voice slightly shaky, but he is trying not to let it show, “I will miss you so much, my dear boy. please stay safe, don’t get into unnecessary trouble, eat a lot, take care of yourself and you can always come home if it gets tiring. or just- one day come home to retire, maybe? and bring that boy with you, your father and I like him, he is welcome any time.”

Alhaitham’s strong arms hug him with a few pats on the back, in a monotone voice, which Veritas recognizes as warmth, he softly speaks, “I stand behind everything your dad already said. do take care of yourself, we will miss you a lot.”

“I miss him already.” Kaveh doesn’t cry as much as he thought he would when their son leaves.

“I don’t want to cry.” Veritas whispers, standing in front of his parents, Kaveh inhales sharply holding back his own tears, Alhaitham tightly holds his hand, his jaw clenched as he also tries not to grow too upset. “we shouldn’t cry,” the retired scribe says, “it isn’t good to say goodbye in tears, we will see each other again. we are immensely happy you came to see us, Veritas. I love you- we both love you, and safe travels.” he ends it with a nod, Kaveh nods as well.

“I love you too” Veritas whispers back, he jumps into both of them, hugging them one more time. he steps back, waves and, with the usage of technology unnatural to Teyvat, he is gone. Zapped away into the orbit.

“Veritas is out there doing the best he can for himself, and he isn’t alone. we both know how much it matters that he isn’t alone.” Alhaitham’s eyes appear sad despite his words. the men sit on the couch cuddled in each other’s arms. “you’re right… he isn’t alone.”

Ratio, back on the ship, eyes filled with tears threatening to drop meet the watercolor ones of his partner. “I- I… I miss them already, Kakavasha.” Aventurine walks over to hug him, his hand moving in circles on his back. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

after a few minutes, Aventurine quietly says, “we will visit them again. we can come over for my birthday? I… really enjoyed being surrounded by family. maybe you’d let me meet more of them this time, yes?”

Veritas smiles, tears dried up, he really has a way of bringing his mood up. “of course, we will visit for your birthday then.”

“I look forward to calling them my family like you do,” Aventurine adds with an all-too-familiar smile.

“is that-“ Ratio tilts his head, “is that some backward way of proposing?”

Aventurine chuckles, shaking his hands, “nope. not yet. there’s time for us to do… that”

Ratio smirks, with an exhale he leans his head on the shorter man’s shoulder, “thank you… for coming along. I’m glad you met them.”

Aventurine silently smiles and kisses his cheek. perhaps the next time they come around they will make certain vows.

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Something fragile - Part 2  

Soldier Boy x F/Reader Y/N         

Warnings:  18+, Sex, age difference ( not explicit), daddy issues, family trauma, child abuse.

Side note: English isn’t my first language  

Words:  4730

*Does not follow the boys storyline * 

I got a request for writing a part 2 (18+) from @rainyeggvoidpurse. So here it is :) Have fun!

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Soldier boy just got out of Russia thanks to the boys. But his journey back to reality has been fucked up. After the explosion he ran to recover his blackout, meeting y/n a young woman on her way home from volunteering at the veteran shelter. Seeing how he looked confused, offering him help.   

Now after weeks of being away he seeks her help again, but will Ben be able to hold himself to his promise of seeing her as just a friend, a helping hand when he is allowed to stay with her for a while. 

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Y/N could still remember the cold, hard feel of the kitchen tiles beneath her bare feet. She was only eight years old, her small hands struggling to manage the soapy, slippery plates that seemed too large for her grip while standing on her toes to reach the sink.  

Her father, a looming figure in her young life, had just returned from another tour. The house always felt different when he was home, the air thicker, filled with an unspoken tension. She loved her dad she really did, but on some nights, she wished he’d never come home. 

That night, she was trying her best to help her mother with the dishes, a simple task that felt monumental to her. She was determined to show her father she could be useful, to make him proud. But as she carefully placed a plate onto the drying rack, it slipped.  

The shattering sound of ceramic hitting the floor seemed to echo endlessly, the fragments scattering like her fleeting hopes of approval. Her father was in the living room, but he heard the crash. The heavy thud of his boots on the floorboards grew louder as he approached.  

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, fear gripping her tiny frame. She didn't dare look up as he entered the kitchen, his presence casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the light, which made her eyes already teary.  

"Can't you do anything right?" his voice boomed, the anger barely contained. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling. She knew what was coming next. She had made a mistake, and mistakes had consequences. He didn't say anything else.  

Instead, he reached for his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops sending a chill down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to brace herself for the pain she knew was inevitable.  

The first strike landed on her back, a searing line of fire. She bit her lip to keep from crying out to her mother, knowing it would only make it worse. Another strike, and another, each one a reminder of her failure. In those moments, Y/N felt a mix of emotions that she couldn't fully comprehend.  

There was the physical pain, sharp and all-consuming, but also a deep, aching sadness. She wanted so desperately to make her father happy, to see even a flicker of pride in his eyes. But all she felt was shame and confusion. Why was it so hard to be perfect? Why did her efforts always seem to fall short?  

When it was over, her father left the kitchen, the anger still radiating off him like heat from a fire. Y/N remained on the floor, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. Her mom sat in the living room, too afraid to check on her little girl, while she could hear her soft sobs.  

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The creak of the door opening pulled her back to the present. She looked up, her hands still in the soapy water, to see a man standing in the doorway. He had a rugged, weathered look about him, with eyes that spoke of countless battles fought and enemies vanquished.  

There was an air of authority and danger around him that set her on edge. "Miss Y/N?" he asked, his voice carrying a thick British accent. "Yes, that's me," she replied cautiously, her hands slowly slipping out of the water as she turned to face him fully.  

"How can I help you?" The men looked her up and down before he introduced himself. “The name's Butcher," he said, stepping closer. "I'm lookin' for someone. A bloke named Ben. Looks a bit like this."  

He pulled out an old photo of Ben, of soldier boy, the man she had met just a few weeks ago. The sight of his face made her heart race, but she forced herself to remain calm. She shook her head, feigning ignorance.  

"I'm sorry, but soldier boy died, you know that right?" she lied, hoping her voice sounded convincing. "Why are you looking for him?" Butcher's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her, as if trying to read the truth behind her words. "He's dangerous, love. If you know where he is, you'd do well to tell me. Safer for everyone that way."  

Y/N met his gaze steadily, her expression unwavering. “I haven't seen him," she said. A smirk tugged at the corner of Butcher's mouth, a grudging respect evident in his eyes. "Fair enough. But if you do see 'im, you let 'im know there's people lookin' for 'im. And not all of 'em are as friendly as me."  

“I’ll sure do, mister... Butcher, was it?” He turned with a smirk and walked out, leaving Y/N with a sinking feeling in her chest. She had protected Ben for now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before others came looking. 

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Weeks had passed since Butcher's visit, and Y/N had been searching for Ben without success. Her concern for him grew with each day that he remained 'missing’, and the pressure of keeping his secret weighed heavily on her heart.  

She had scoured the places he might hide, asked discreet questions, but it was as if he had vanished into thin air. One Friday evening, Y/N was finishing up at the veteran help centre. The news played quietly on the small TV in the corner, a familiar backdrop to her routine.  

She was barely paying attention when a breaking news segment caught her eye: "Crimson Countess Found Dead." Her heart sank. The report went on to describe the violent and mysterious circumstances of her death, and Y/N had a gnawing feeling that Ben was somehow involved.  

The connections were too strong to ignore, and the pit in her stomach only grew deeper with each detail. She was in the office, sorting through paperwork, when she heard the front door creak open.  

It was unusual for anyone to come in this late, and her initial reaction was one of wariness. She stepped out from behind the desk, reaching for the gun in the drawer and walked towards the entrance.  

There, standing in the dim light of the foyer, was a man in a casual jersey. He looked neat, freshly shaven, with a clean haircut. For a moment, Y/N didn't recognize him. But then their eyes met, and she saw the familiar intensity behind them.  

"Ben?" she whispered, disbelief and relief mingling in her voice. "Yeah, it's me," he replied, his voice steady but tired. She approached him cautiously, her mind racing with questions. "I thought... I didn't know what happened to you. And then the news about Crimson Countess..."  

Ben's expression darkened slightly, a shadow passing over his features. She nodded, understanding the weight of his actions without needing further explanation. "Why did you come here?"  

"You're the only person I trust right now," he said simply, his gaze unwavering. "I need your help." Y/N took a deep breath, the gravity of the situation settling in. "What do you need?" She asked tugging the gun away. She could see the smirk on Ben’s face. She could almost hear his thoughts. 

But instead of giving a sneery answer about the gun he said, "Just a place to stay for a while. Somewhere I can lay low and figure things out." She nodded again, thinking about that for a second.  

"You can stay here. We have a back room that's rarely used. It’s not much, but it’s free." Ben gave her a weary look, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. Y/N's mind raced as she led Ben through the quiet halls of the centre. She couldn't help but feel the weight of the news broadcast still lingering in her thoughts.  

When they reached the back room, she stopped and turned to face him. "You can't stay here," she said softly. "This place isn't safe for long. Too many people come and go. One guy even asked about you."  

Ben looked around, his eyes wary. "Who?" Y/N though for a second, “Eh some man, Butcher?” Ben turned away, “If he knows this place then I can’t stay here.” She hesitated for a moment before making a decision. "You can stay at my place. It's a small cabin, but it's safe, and no one will look for you there.”  

Ben's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and gratitude evident in his expression. "Are you sure?" - "I'm sure," Y/N said firmly. "But I need you to be honest with me, Ben." She paused, gathering her courage.  

"Did you kill Crimson Countess?" For a moment, Ben's face was unreadable. Then he sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Yes" he admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth.  

"She was involved in ... you know.” Y/N's heart ached at his words. She could see the pain and anger in his eyes, the same emotions that had driven him to such desperate measures. "I understand," She quickly gathered her things, and they left under the cover of darkness. The streets were quiet, and they moved swiftly, avoiding any potential prying eyes.  

When they reached her place, Y/N led Ben inside and closed the door behind them, locking it securely. "Make yourself at home," she said, gesturing to the modest living space. "It's not much, but it's safe. You eh, you’ll have to take the couch." Ben looked around, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“Are you hungry?” she asks a little unsure how to act. “I could eat.” he answered. Y/N busied herself in the small kitchen, gathering ingredients for a simple meal. She felt Ben's eyes on her as she moved, a tangible presence that made her heartbeat just a little faster.  

She tried to focus on the task at hand, but the intensity of his gaze was impossible to ignore. As she chopped vegetables and stirred a pot on the stove, he found his thoughts drifting to places he knew he shouldn’t go.  

The dirty things he wanted to do to her, the way he wanted to touch her, filled his mind like it did every time they had a session in the past, only now, while being in the cosiness of her home it was difficult to resist.  

Everything okay?" Y/N asked, glancing over her shoulder and catching his intense stare. "Yeah," Ben replied, his voice a bit huskier than he intended. "Just... thinking." She nodded, sensing there was more he wasn't saying but choosing not to press him.  

"Dinner will be ready soon. It’s nothing fancy, just something to fill us up." 

“Sounds perfect," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. Ben's mind went somewhere else entirely when she said that.  

He imagined pulling her close, feeling her warmth against him, and whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to her. The thought of filling her up right then and there on the kitchen counter consumed him for a moment, making it hard to focus on anything else. 

When the meal was ready, she set the plates on the table and sat across from him. They ate in relative silence, the quiet only broken by the clink of silverware. After dinner Y/N washed the dishes, her mind raced with the events of the evening. She could feel Ben's presence behind her, a solid and unyielding force.  

She focused on scrubbing the last plate, trying to calm her racing heart, but the tension in the room was impossible to ignore. Suddenly, she felt his hands on her waist, strong and insistent.  

His touch sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of desire and apprehension. Ben moved closer, his body pressing against hers, making his intentions unmistakably clear. His hands roamed over her hips and up her sides, sending waves of heat through her.  

"Ben..." she began, her voice trembling. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "I want you so bad." he murmured, his hands continuing their exploration. "Right here, right now." Her heart pounded in her chest, torn between the longing she felt and the boundaries she knew they needed to maintain.  

She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the intensity of his desire, but she knew she had to stand firm, for crying out loud, he just killed his ex-girlfriend. She turned off the faucet and slowly turned to face him, placing her hands gently on his chest to create some space between them.  

"Ben, no," she said firmly, meeting his gaze with determination. "You can't expect this if you want to stay with me." He hummed and walked away without another word, heading back to the couch and turning on the TV to watch sports. Y/N watched him go, a mixture of relief and disappointment settling in her chest.  

She finished cleaning up the kitchen, her mind swirling with thoughts of their interaction. Finally, she decided to go to bed, hoping sleep would help clear her mind. Hours later, Y/N found herself tossing and turning, unable to shake the feeling of Ben's hands on her body. 

The memory of his touch lingered, making her skin tingle and her heart race. Frustrated, she got up, deciding a glass of water might help calm her nerves. She slipped out of bed, wearing only her silk panties and a tank top, not expecting Ben to be awake at this hour.

As she walked down the hallway, she was surprised to see the flicker of the TV still illuminating the living room. Ben was sitting on the couch, his attention fixed on the screen, but she could feel his eyes shift to her as she passed by.  

Y/N hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. She got into the kitchen, trying to maintain her composure. She could sense him standing in the door, his eyes roaming over her. "Couldn't sleep?" Ben's voice broke the silence, low and rough.  

She turned to face him, leaning against the counter with her glass of water in hand. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... thinking." Ben nodded, his eyes dark and unreadable in the dim light.  

"Yeah, me too." She took a sip of water, feeling the cool liquid soothe her parched throat. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. "You're scared of me." He said.

She looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "We both have a lot going on," she said softly. "But if we're going to get through this, we need to trust each other. I need to know you won't... you know."  

Ben nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "You can," he said, his voice steady. For a moment, they stood there in the kitchen, the air between them charged with a different kind of tension, one of understanding and mutual respect.  

Y/N felt a sense of calm settle over her, "Goodnight, Ben," she said finally, giving him a small smile. "Goodnight" he replied, watching her as she walked back to her bedroom. Later that night, Ben lay on the couch, trying to get some rest.  

The events of the evening still played in his mind, the image of Y/N in her silk panties and tank top, the way she moved, the scent of her lingering in the air, the soft shape of her nipples contouring in her shirt.

He tried to push those thoughts aside, knowing he needed to respect her boundaries, but it was easier said than done.  

Just as he was about to drift off, he heard a faint sound coming from Y/N’s bedroom. He strained his ears, trying to identify it. It was a soft, rhythmic buzzing, accompanied by the occasional, barely audible moan.

Ben's heart began to race as he realized what it was...  

His body reacted instantly, a rush of arousal flooding through him. He could hear her soft moans, each one sending a jolt of electricity straight to his core. The image of her, alone in her bed, pleasuring herself, filled his mind.  

He could almost see her, her body arching with each wave of pleasure, her hands guiding the toy over her most sensitive spots. Unable to resist, Ben slipped his hand under the waistband of his pants, grasping his already hard length.  

He stroked himself slowly, his mind consumed with the thought of Y/N. Each soft moan from her room only heightened his arousal, spurring him on. He imagined being with her, touching her, making her moan his name instead of the quiet whimpers he heard now.  

The thought of her writhing beneath him, of her body responding to his touch, pushed him closer to the edge. He pumped his hand faster, matching the rhythm of her soft sounds, lost in the fantasy of their bodies entwined.  

As Ben listened to the sound of Y/N's soft moans and the rhythm of her toy, he could sense her growing frustration. He could hear the abrupt stopping of the buzzing sound and an irritated sigh.  

He could feel the tension in the air, the desire and longing mingling with an irritation of not getting the release she needed. Unable to ignore the intensity of her need, he finally made a decision. With a sense of determination, Ben got up from the couch and approached Y/N's bedroom door.  

He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should intrude on her privacy. He knocked gently, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. It took a while before Y/N opened the door, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.  

She looked surprised to see him standing there, but there was a spark of something else in her eyes, a raw need that mirrored his own. They stood there for a moment, their gazes locked. After a second of silence, "Need a hand?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.  

Y/N's initial shyness melted away in the face of his offer, a mix of relief and desire evident in her expression. The air was thick with anticipation as they stood facing each other, the unspoken tension crackling between them.  

Then, with a shared urgent need, Y/N closed the distance between them. As she reached out, her fingers moving through his hair, to pull him closer by the back of his head, Ben's desire surged, and he lifted her effortlessly, the need evident in his movements.  

He laid her down on the bed, a bit rough, the passion driving him to act without restraint. With a swift motion, he yanked her panties off, discarding them onto the floor. Y/N gasped at the suddenness of his actions, the anticipation sending a thrill through her body.  

She watched as Ben hovered over her, his gaze filled with a hunger that matched her own. Without hesitation, he pushed two fingers through her wet folds, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.  

She moaned softly, her hand grabbing his bicep, her body arching instinctively towards him, seeking more of his touch. The sensation of his fingers inside her, exploring her depths, ignited a fire within her, driving her wild. “You like that, baby?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.  

"You like the way my fingers feel inside you, better than that toy?" Y/N's response was a breathless moan, her body writhing beneath his touch as she surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her.  

"Why didn’t you call for me?" he continued, his tone dripping with desire. "You're so stubborn, aren't you? Rather be irritated than accepting me. Are you ready now? Ready to take everything I have to give you." 

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as his words sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "I want to hear you scream my name, baby," he whispered, his fingers moving with purpose, driving her towards the edge of ecstasy.  

"I want to feel you come apart in my hands, to know that I'm the one bringing you to this pleasure." With each word that fell from his lips, Y/N felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge.  

Ben's touch, combined with his seductive words, were pushing her towards a climax unlike any she had ever experienced before. As Y/N's cries for more filled the air, Ben felt a surge of power coursing through him.  

He enjoyed the sound of her pleas, the way she begged for him, her desperation fuelling his own desire. With a smirk, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You want more, baby?" he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction.  

"You're going to have to beg for it." Y/N's eyes widened at his words, a mixture of anticipation and arousal dancing in their depths. Without hesitation, she began to plead with him, her voice thick with need.

"Please, Ben," she begged, her hands reaching out to pull him closer. "I need you. I need more." His lips curved into a satisfied grin as he watched her surrender to him completely.

He loved the sight of her, her body laid bare before him, her desire written across every inch of her skin. With a slow, deliberate pace, Ben began to explore her body with his lips and tongue, trailing kisses and caresses along every curve and contour.

The taste of her skin, the way she responded to his touch with gasps and moans of pleasure was better than he ever imagined.  

He teased her relentlessly, his movements calculated to drive her wild with desire. He lingered on her most sensitive spots, earning shudders of pleasure from her trembling body. 

When he finally pleasured her clit with his mouth, she cried out in ecstasy, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself completely to what he was giving her. In that moment, as he pleasured her with his lips and tongue, Ben knew that he had her completely under his spell.  

And as she writhed and moaned beneath him, he found joy in the knowledge that he alone had the power to bring her to such exquisite heights of pleasure. As Y/N's body trembled with the aftershocks of her mind-blowing orgasm, Ben felt a surge of desire course through him.  

He couldn't resist the primal urge to claim her completely, to take her in a way that left no doubt of his dominance. With a swift, fluid motion, he turned her around like a rag doll, positioning her exactly how he wanted her.  

He could feel the heat radiating from her core, the anticipation thick in the air as he positioned himself behind her. He pressed the pink tip of his hard cock against her entrance, relishing the tightness that greeted him.  

With a low growl, he pushed himself inside, savouring the feeling of her warm, velvety walls enveloping him. As he began to move, he couldn't help but ask, his voice rough with desire, "Do you like it slow or hard, baby?"  

Y/N's response was immediate and desperate. "Hard," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "Please, Ben, I need it hard." Ben grinned, his desire fuelled by her pleas.

With a primal instinct, he began to thrust into her with a fierce intensity, each movement driving them both closer to the edge of ecstasy.  

But he wanted more. He wanted to push her to her limits, to make her scream his name in ecstasy. With a swift motion, he brought his hand down hard on her exposed flesh, the sound of the impact echoing in the room.  

Y/N cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her body responding instinctively to the sensation. Ben continued to spank her, each strike sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. He could feel her tightening around him, her cries growing louder with each blow.  

As Y/N cried out under the intensity of Ben's thrusts and spanks, he could sense her surrendering to the raw pleasure coursing through her body. He wanted to push her even further, to unlock the depths of her desire and take her to places she had never imagined. 

With each thrust, he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with desire. "I know you want to say it, baby," he murmured, his words a seductive melody in the heat of their passion. "It's ok, say it..." Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her mind clouded with need and desire.  

She knew what he meant, what he was pushing her towards, and a part of her craved it with a hunger that consumed her.  

"Oh daddy," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of reverence and longing. Ben's own desire surged at the sound of her submission. He gripped her hips tightly, his thrusts becoming even more relentless as he claimed her completely.

"Again" he says her mind stopped working, unable to think she moans "Oh fuck me daddy." Ben's hand drops on her ass. "Again" "P-please daddy... harder.... harder daddy...Oh" Ben loved her pleas "That's it baby girl... just like that.” 

As they reached the peak of their pleasure together, Ben felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had pushed Y/N to her limits and beyond, unlocking the depths of her desire and experiencing a connection that transcended the physical.  

As they lay together, spent and breathless, Ben gazed at Y/N with a mixture of admiration and affection. He watched as she slowly came back to earth, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with her breath, her features softened by the afterglow of their shared passion.  

He reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. Y/N nodded, a contented smile playing on her lips.  

"Yeah," she replied, her voice a whisper. "I'm more than okay." Ben chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he teased, "So I was right about your daddy kink..." Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his playful remark, but she couldn't help but laugh along with him.  

"I guess you were," she admitted, her voice tinged with amusement. Ben grinned, enjoying the playful banter between them. "Well, I'm not complaining," he quipped, his tone light-hearted.  

"Seems like we both got what we wanted." Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, swatting at him with a pillow. "You're terrible," she teased, but there was a fondness in her voice that belied her words.  

Y/N's fingers traced lightly over Ben's trimmed beard, admiring the rugged masculinity it added to his features. "I like this look on you." she murmured, her voice soft with genuine appreciation.  

Ben's smile widened at her compliment, a shy warmth colouring his cheeks. Not used to this kind of intimacy. Ben chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he teased, "I like this look on you as well."  

Y/N furrowed her brow in confusion, unsure of what he meant. "What look?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. He leaned in closer, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "The afterglow look," he explained, his tone light-hearted. Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what he meant, but she couldn't help but laugh at his playful remark.  

"Oh." she said blushing, swatting him playfully on the arm. Ben grinned, enjoying her reaction. "I guess that means I need to fuck you more often," he joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, but there was a warmth in her gaze that betrayed her amusement. "You're incorrigible," she teased.  

Ben looked at her, “so eh, does this mean I still have to sleep on the couch.” Y/N smiled soft. “No, you can stay in bed... just for tonight though.” Ben grinned “Of course. Just, for the night.”  

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[cande1808]

Episode 5 is one hell of a ride!! So this will be long!!

Firstly we have Susie with her father and you can see she doesn’t like the idea of Eddie being killed, so she starts thinking strategies to keep Eddie safe!! Bobby is a hardcore Susie Eddie shipper hahaha I think he wants both of them to realize they are good together.

Now, they play golf business partners 101!! (Partners who spend quality time together, stay together ;)) Here she mentions she wants him within the organisation… As an active member… I think that’s why she makes him part of the Belgium situation, to allure him with the idea of staying. 

When they are at the farm and the electricity runs off, Susie is girlboss!! But you can see that Eddie is second in command… Blanket goes with him and follows HIS orders!!

The travellers are introduced...

This whole interaction in the caravan was hilarious but I love that both of them are relaxed around each other, in sync when the travellers want in, they both talk at the same time, having exactly the same reaction!! Then they make a decision together!! About passing the weed with the help of the travellers!! They discussed it together like partners!! And Eddie is the one IN CHARGE of the whole exchange and she lets HIM!! 

The moments before the rager, JP takes the poutin and they look at one another. It drives me crazy how they need to find each other to say are you hearing this fucking shit!! They need each other's support!! I’m DEAD! 

These glimpses of the party!! Dancing together slowly… MARRIED!! I just can’t with the fact that the only time they aren’t discussing business or planning something, and they are truly relaxed in very different circumstances, they allow themselves to act on their feelings!! The way he looks at her, my boy is down bad!! AAAaggrrr

Get a man like Eddie that knowing you are hangover will go and say I’m gonna solve this!! Allowing you to rest. That is true love!! 

JP mentions they were cozy… She rolls her eyes (she remembers everything!!) I think because she can’t show she’s interested… she doesn’t allow her to accept her feelings for Eddie, and says it’s a work thing…  

She enters the warehouse and the duke is there leaning back on his chair and when he sees her, he SMIRKS!! (he remembers everything too!) Jesus just be together, pleaseeee!! Not only that, but he is in control, he follows her with his eyes and knows what she’s asking without her saying a word!!!

Here comes my favorite scene of the episode… He is smoking a cigar, she’s with her champagne, walking towards each other... You see it!! In their eyes, they are proud of each other, and what they accomplished!! Of what’s growing!! (and aroused ;))  HOOOOT!!! GOD!! I CAN’T!! 

Then the money is stolen and HE takes charge, of everything and goes to give Susie his opinion and SHE listens!! I love how she says WE need to take a trip to Zeebrugge, because she needs him!!! In the restaurant scene; I enjoy how they finish each other’s sentences, the way they are comfortable around one another, and how they aren't afraid to show their dark side... True love!!

I love how he knows she's disappointed with the Keith situation so he is the one pouring the whiskey and asking HER how she wants to handle the situation (wifey is sad)… and her a very poised woman, who would never take her shoes off in front of anyone, is with her BARE FEET up and relaxed on a couch with HIM!! The intimacy and familiarity!! Aarrggg!! They’ll be my death! And the trust talk, when she says you never know… because even though she should not trust him, she DOES!! 

When Susie is with Bobby discussing the business you can tell she’s clever and knows the business but Bobby is not listening, she is ten steps ahead!! My girl is THE BOSS!! LOVE HER!!

Eddie realizes there's no way out, he's angry and feels disregard for the whole Jethro's situation… I think he’s angry because she didn’t trust him by not telling him anything. 

Comment aside perhaps Geoff and Lady Sabrina’s love story shows us how Susie and Eddie story will be… the longing, the way they can’t be together (different backgrounds) but at the end they are!!

The denim jumpsuit drives me insaneeeee!!

[aftrskool]

cried like a little baby last night

[sophfandoms53]

Got some mixed feelings about the Striker is Satan’s son theory circulating around rn LMAO

Also the fact this has all started from a single silhouette of this man is very funny

[littlehatmouse]

i finished this in the last 20 minutes of lesbian visibility week after not drawing at all LETS GO

[hauntingblue]

Try not to make fights between two women look homoerotic challenge level impossible

[theinfinitedivides]

what do i have to do to get Joanna Newsom fans to listen to Shabaka and his recent solo debut album Perceive Its Beauty, Acknowledge Its Grace. what do i have to sell who do i have to bribe pls brethren he is right there

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

nobody here fucking listens to me nobody here fucking cares when its important im so sick of this fucking house

[p33p33p00p00]

fucked up in the. my bedroom. thinking about how most of my time spent with my father was broadcasted onto facebook without my permission and every adult in my life encouraged this behavior by sending him pictures of me to specifically put on facebook

[constant-and-immovable]

I'd give a lot of money to see Brian Henson and James Hart collaborate on an actual adaptation of Treasure Island without the Muppets. Even the technical details and book moments are soooo superior to other adaptations, just imagine the sheer emotional damage this would have done without the muppets hanging around.

[dashuisofanubis]

I found an aftermath fic for HoA s2 I started writing waay back in 2017 and I actually still enjoy it so I thought I'd share some of it, and I might revisit it when i rewatch s2

The gist of it was the mystery and the exhibition are wrapped up and done, Rufus and Senkhara have been banished never to be seen again, but there's still seven weeks left of term! Featuring exams, coming to terms with your kidnapping/sort of death/sort of murder, washing up and summer plans!

Some highlights from it include:

Eddie trying to convince Patricia to dance with him

The woes of washing up (there was an entire chapter plan consisting of fabian trying to get people to help him with chores)

Jerome having a funky good time

Joy having a funky good time

Vera's farewell

Then this was the last sentence written and I'm dying to know what I was going to write next 😅

So yeah, a look into the mind of someone who was doing their gsces and binging HoA to cope 😂