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[hoetao]

xiao pls come home. almost 70 pity. pls

[qiinamii]

old men's little guys

[glassrowboat]

Daydream in a Nightmare

Authors note: I read a soulmate au where with dream sharing. Everytime you fall asleep you and your SM would meet in a world that would reflect your consciousness and who you were. So down below are the boys and what I think the places their dreams would depict.

Mondstadt

Diluc: The cathedral. His mom, back when she was alive, used to play during service and afterwards Diluc ran over greeting her with the biggest smile, asking her to play him one more song. She never failed to. Maybe that's why there's always a gentle melody playing whenever you see him as he rests his fingers over the same white tiles, simply trying to remember how to play.

Kaeya: The Dawn Winery. Or at least parts of it. Behind closed doors there's the scent of grass, of dirt, and the faintest smell of ash. He says it's simply the vineyard that in the real world would be right outside, but he knows well as he pulls your hand from the doorknob that it's ruins of a fallen nation haunting him right on the other side.

Albedo: Glass walls. A maze of mirrors and reflections. If you ever have stopped to bother to count between Albedo’s musings as he shares with you the secrets of the world, you'd notice that for some reason he always has more reflections in the walls around you than of your own figure. Like there's more of him than there is of you.

Venti: Old Mondstadt. Back before the revolution, back when there were people in the streets wishing their God weren't so unjust, but in his dreams that wall of spiraling wind is never there. A warped perception of a life he wished to have lived as he sits in your lap not as Venti the bard, but a wind sprite trying to bury into your clothes for warmth. Just don't call him pipsqueek or he'll try and bite your fingers. Playfully. You think.

Liyue

Zhongli: A place that no longer exists, one torn away by this world during the archon war. It's unlike him not to comment on a place, a trinket, an item, as you pick something up and fiddle with it, but this place he never goes into full detail on. However, he will tell you all about the artisanship of the table you two are sharing tea over.

Baizhu: His home back in Chenyu Vale, back before the illness hit his village, back before his parents passed away. Just a modest home that shows signs of being truly well lived in and loved. Mindlessly while you two talk he'll be cleaning the place, just the way he always does at the pharmacy. Though it does help give him something to fill the silence. It turns out he's a lot more used to Changsheng chiming in with comments than he thought. He just hopes you two get along when the time to meet in person finally comes about.

Ga ming: A festival. There's water kicking up at everyone's feet, up to everyones ankles as people with their face covered in all manner of masks walk you both by. Ga ming would pull you along from booth to booth, trying his best to win prizes despite the fact you both know they'll be gone by the time you wake.

Xiao: A Chinese pavilion in the sky. You walk among the clouds as you follow the path of the street, looking over the accents that seem somehow both rich in color and dull, muddied all at the same time. Something you've noticed from his dreams compared to yours, his always have a lingering black fog creeping in at the corner of your eyes. It makes you feel like someone else is in this world with you, like there's eyes waiting to do more than just watch.

Inazuma

Kazooha: A meadow. The wind passes you both by, stirring up pages of books you two sit reading in silence. You can't help but wonder if these are all books he's read before, especially the ones that wax poetry or something else. His thoughts, perhaps? Maybe Kazuha's very own writings? But that matters little as his head is resting on your shoulder as you try to catch words between the fluttering sheets of paper.

Itto: A kabuki play. It always ends up in you two hiding away in the back room where the performers would get ready before getting back out on stage for the next act. You would see the brightest of colors, richest of fabrics, and practiced movements so fine tuned that you can't understand why Itto is so focused on taking the makeup on the vanity in the back simply so he can paint your face with red marks just like his. To each their own you suppose, and who are you to complain when it means drawing hearts on his arm when Itto isn't paying attention?

Gorou: A tea house. It's a small place, simple, but certainly not lacking charm as Gorou pours you a cup. At first the fact you could actually taste the rich herbs on your tongue in this dreamscape threw you off, but now it's just another part of this odd reality. But saying that, the first time you spat out the drink he offered as soon as the bitter taste hit you. Apparently he never expected you to not already be used to green tea. The poor fella was apologizing for the rest of the night, ears laid flat on his head and tail tucked between his legs. It's okay though, you made it even by trying to give him dog treats. It was you having to beg for forgiveness then.

Thoma: It was different this time. No glowing blue flowers and a forest that you two would stroll through mindlessly while chatting for hours. No, this time Thoma was sitting on a wooden platform below a giant stone statue. Intriguing, yes, but mattered little compared to the rope burns around his wrist. He tried to tell you not to worry about it. That it was an accident. But that mattered little as your lips pressed to the red, irritated skin and he gave you a strained smile. You knew better than to ask about it more from there.

Ayato: It's ever changing. It's like he is constantly thinking of something whenever He falls asleep and it reflects in his dreams. Once it was a Japanese styled room the next it was some room in Fontaine's architecture. But it's always a bedroom. A place of relaxation as Ayato buries his head in your lap like it was a pillow. He'll whine about being overworked until you're tempted to pull on his hair just to make the man shut up for once, but last time you did that it led to the bed being used for a lot more than just rest. For now just pat his head and let him vent, the man needs it.

Sumeru

Kaveh: A sketch brought to life from his mothers blueprints. One he saw his mother sketching back when Kaveh was a boy and she would let him sit on her lap, let him comment on the drawings. She would always find some way to incorporate his addictions into the sketch. Nowadays he knows the building that was actually constructed in the end to be simpler, duller than the one his mother wanted, but in his dreams with you it stands tall and proud.

Al Haitham: An attic. It's dusty and it clearly had a hole in the roof that was covered over by some wooden planks and nails. A patch work job that needs to be fixed but if you ever take the time to bother with it while Al Haitham sits in an old rocking chair covered by a quilt reading the night away it will only be there the next dream cycle. It pisses you off. He pisses you off. All nonchalance and an apathetic look even as you plop yourself in his lap and take that book away. And what pisses you off even more? How he dares to call you needy as he holds you close. It's best to ignore the fact he started reading over your shoulder.

Tighnari: Pardis Dhyai. He'll sit on the walkway watching you kick the water of the ponds around, paying no mind to when you splash at him. Not anymore at least. He's learned quickly if he makes a snarky comment you'll give one back and it'll go on and on until somehow it ends in him getting dragged into the pond with you. Both dripping algae filled water as he wondered what gods made this numbskull his mate.

Cyno: Lambad's Tavern. Everytime he would come back from treks in the desert he would go there, get a drink, and play a round of cards with whoever was willing. It was a pattern. Work, work, rest, and more work. But now he didn't have to constantly be on work mode as he sat with you in the old booth shuffling cards as he tried to explain to you how TCG works. So far everytime you lose you've thrown those elemental dice and him, and with a smile he lets them hit him in the head despite being fully able to dodge them. His soulmate is such a sore loser.

Wanderer: Shakkei Pavilion. He hates it. Hates that this is the place his unconscious has chosen to sink onto so stubbornly. His wooden fingers would slide over the paintings depicting Scaramouche’s past that has now been severed from him in everyone's eyes but Nahida and the Traveler. If you knew, would you still hold his hand? Would you still trace the details of his joints and comment that you find his pretty face such a stark contrast to his sharp words? He's afraid to find out, the idea that you might be his fourth betrayal always lingering in the back of his mind.

Fontaine

Neuvillette: Under the water where the currents would carry stray bits of seaweed and fish swimming past. The first time you shared a dream with him here he had to calm you down as instinctively you held your breath, taking your hands in his and assuring you if he can talk like this, you can suck in air just as well. It took some time getting used to, but now he watches as you grab starfish off the ocean floor and bring them over to him like a prize to be presented. This is what humans must be like Neuvillette tells himself as you braid them into his hair.

Worcestershire sauce: A home. A nice one at that. Big, had decent furnishings, pictures of kids hung up on the wall. If you listened closely enough you could even hear children playing outside from the cracked open windows that showed the brightest sky outside. Wriothesly would walk behind you as you would watch the grass blowing in the wind, not saying a word as he rested his chin on top of your head. He never thought he'd be back here again. The very place made him feel sick to his stomach, but with you? It was bearable. Even as you tried to grab his handcuffs from him.

Snezhnaya

Childe: His childhood home. Back before the renovations he bought for the place with his money as a harbinger, back before the redecorating of rooms to fit more children, and back to what the house was like when he was just a boy yet to fall into the abyss. Back when everything was simpler. He would pick up toys that have gone missing, never to be seen again and stare in wonder how it all is exactly how he remembers it. It makes it so much easier to be Ajax with you, rather than Tartaglia.

Dottore: The hospital he was working in when trying to help Eleazar patients. For the life of him does he hate it, being back in the desert always having to tip his shoes out of sand that never seems to fully clear off. It doesn't help you try and pour sand down his shirt, but in a way he supposes it's better you two stay out here under that blistering sun than you going inside to be met with the smell of death. No, you don't need to know about that side of him just yet.

Pantalone: His office. It always makes it hard to tell at first if he's awake, not when the same scene greets him either way. You always joke about him being married to his work and you're the mistress in this relationship. At this point he counts on the comment as soon as his eyes flutter open and he's greeted with the sight of you sitting on the desk he's been using as a pillow. Still, he can never help the genuine smile at seeing you once again.

Captain: A flower field. The snowdrops peek out from under the fluffy blanket of white powder, crunching under every step he takes. Even in his dreams the cold of Snezhnaya is ever present, ever biting. It only makes sense you are shivering behind him even as he lets you steal his cloak that is more of a blanket on you than anything. This field, he knows it well, knows that what waters these flowers is more blood than anything else, but that matters little as he wraps his arms around you. Maybe he can find a way to dream you a proper jacket.

Pierro: A grand hall. It reminds you of the way ballrooms are described in romance stories as the couple depicted would dance the night away. Columns so high you have to tilt your head back just to see where they meet the ceiling covered in paintings you've never seen before. That is until Pierro steps into your view. He always offered his hand to you before you could ask, and as your fingers interlocked he would tell you about them. Always ready to answer your questions. It meant someone was curious about a part of his long lost nation. So, of course, he was always happy to share.

Scaramouche: A never ending fire. It's a small shack, engulfed by flames that never seem to dwindle or burn out the wood it feeds on. Like this place was stuck in time in his mind. He doesn't talk to you, not any more than a sharp shut up. The only time that glare he showed you disappeared is when you pulled your hand back from the curious fire with a hiss, not expecting it to actually hurt in this fake reality. For a moment you could have sworn he took a step towards you, but he never came any closer than that as he hissed at you to be careful. Dumb mortals should at least know not to burn themselves.

[limentie]

them 👹✨

[llocket]

✧ 　xiao graphics

f2u, only with credit! no need to reblog but very appreciated! ↳ self indulgent!! ++ good in dark & light mode

i like the colouring i did on this one 🙏🙏 erm anyway i feel like ppl forgot abt xiao so i wanted to remind them of him

[elvyn]

I lost 50/50 , so at least I drew him c’: 

[howlingday]

Weiss: Wait, where's Team JNPR?

Ruby: Jaune said that he was gonna do his own superhero thing.

Blake: Really?

Yang: Mhm. But he didn't say who with.

Nora: Aw! I've never seen him so happy! (Sniffles) Nora need tissues... (Takes tissues) Thank you, Hulk.

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Jaune: (Web-swing) THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!

Hulk: Hammer girl welcome.

Ren: How long will that thread last?

Spider-Man: It was a spare cartridge, so it should last a few hours. You know, I do have another one if you'd like.

Oscar: Uh, n-no thanks. I'm, uh, not a big fan of heights.

Captain America: It's okay if you don't. There's no shame in being afraid.

Pyrrha: I never thought of it like that. I'm not sure my semblance works like that, though.

Magneto: Polarity and magnetism are not so different, as I'm sure you know. When you dedicate yourself to a cause you believe in, there is little that can stop you.

Pyrrha: Hm...

[velaazuretail]

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[averlym]

local adeptus doesn't get human phrases

[astrobolical]

When he realizes it's love-

Content Warnings: Mild Angst (It's Xiao), brief mentions of battles, brief mention of wounds (nothing depicted)

Reader: Female

I wanted to do something soft for Xiao, while still trying to maintain that adamant determination he has that he doesn't deserve anything nice (seriously buddy, you do).

As a previous Xiao main, I hope I did him justice.

Xiao felt his body ache as he dealt the final blow to his foes, their pained cries falling upon deaf ears as the Adeptus carefully surveyed his surroundings one more time. There was no further movement in the plains of Liyue, no monsters lurking in the darkened, shadowy corners of the night. He had done his duty as he always did, despite the protest of his body and how heavy his spear felt in his hand. He would never speak of the weight bearing down on him from all sides, of the suffocating pressure of his Karmic Debt-- it was his, and only his, to bear. 

On nights like this, however, Xiao felt an urge bubble up within his chest. One that had been growing more familiar as the nights passed him by. Suddenly the blur of days beginning and ending had seemed to slow. The morning sun warmed him in ways he’d forgotten it could over the long, lonely centuries. 

In those moments when the morning light warmed his skin he felt as if something he’d forgotten was returning to him. It startled him, admittedly, the warmth blooming in his chest. How his mind would wander in his sparse moments of freedom to a singular human woman-- you. Xiao hated himself for it, endangering you for some selfish whim, an impulse he struggled to reign in. But since he’d met you, things had changed. Slowly at first, sure, but over time it was undeniable that somehow the weight on his body had lessened.

He came to find himself searching for you, even if he dared not approach again of his own accord. Simply the sight of your smile in the crowd, knowing you were safe and sound eased the darkness in his heart. 

But when you would call, Xiao would move before his mind could think. The melodic tone of your voice is a spell he dare not break, a desire he could scarcely allow himself to indulge in. In these moments, he’d come to you, he’d ignore the distance he’d put between the two of you and allow you as close as you would come. His warnings never made you hesitate, when he’d chastise you for coming to find him you’d simply grace him with your laugh.

When he asked you why you’d rolled your eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sitting on the grassy plains, he remembers how you laid back, staring up at the clear blue skies above. Reaching up as though you could grasp it in your small hand. “Because no one deserves to be alone.” You’d said, softly yet determined, looking over in his direction.

He’d come to recall that day, over and over in the night. How the light had danced across your skin, how carefree you’d been, how vulnerable.

‘No one deserves… to be alone?’ He wondered, eyes wandering towards the pale, silvery moon above. Subconsciously he reached towards it, until it appeared like he could grasp it in his hand. A mirror of your innocence, an attempt to understand. Golden eyes closed as he let out a sigh, the cool breeze against his skin.

And then he was moving, a blur against the night, yet footsteps silent. His mind was loud, racing, a mix of protests and reasoning. But his feet found the sturdy support of a too-familiar tree, the sight of your home silencing his echoing thoughts for just a moment. 

Once again, he’d run to you. Without your call, without rhyme or reason. 

You were there, sitting in the quiet night, sleepily reading in the dim lights by the window. Your eyes drifting closed only to fight back open, your chin lazily resting on your palm, propping yourself up. You looked so peaceful that Xiao debated turning back around, returning to the fields and finding whatever creature he could-- he’d destroy anything to keep your peace. But tonight he let out a shaky breath, he pushed his reluctance deeper down, pushed those worries and fears as far down as he could manage. 

For the first time, Xiao took a step towards you.

“Y/N.” He spoke, barely a whisper, but it carried through the open window and you startled, jumping in your seat as your head whipped towards him. Your wide eyes met his own, and he was overcome with a blooming warmth as your brief terror melted immediately into the smile he’d grown to crave. You didn’t react with reverence or fear, instead you stood, rushing to your door to greet him. 

“Xiao!” Your voice speaking his name made that warmth bloom further, moving throughout his tired body, reinvigorating his muscles into movement as you approached, meeting you halfway between your door and the window. “Are you okay?” Your eyes searched his form as he nodded-- now that he was before you he felt as though there were no words he could form. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You motioned for him to follow, but seeing his tired gaze, his slow response, you frowned. You reached out, tentatively touching his hand with yours. Xiao didn’t pull away, simply stared at where the two of you had connected-- such an innocent touch, so pure, so simple. So kind. You didn’t see him as a weapon, a tool to protect. You saw him as Xiao. 

It hit him then, as your small hand grasped his, leading him towards your abode, it struck his heart in a way he’d never experienced before-- you saw him. 

Every instinct told him to vanish back into the night, flee from the soft warmth spreading between your bodies where they met. This was wrong, he was dangerous-- just by being near you he was risking you. Yet when you turned, guiding him to sit in front of the small fireplace in your home, he didn’t resist. “You can rest here, Xiao. You’re safe here.” You smiled, before moving to walk away-- he didn’t know where, or why-- but you didn’t make it far. His hand reached out and grasped your wrist-- a ghost of a touch, but enough to make you pause.

Your wide eyes, your red tinted cheeks, it was nearly too much for the Adeptus to bear. 

“Stay.” He breathed. He didn’t need anything else-- he, perhaps, was not entirely sure why, but he merely wanted your company. He’d come this far, against his better judgment. Just a moment, a fleeting moment… he could allow himself that, couldn’t he? The centuries of bloodshed and pain… surely they could amount to such a small moment.

“Of course…” You seemed embarrassed at his request, sitting beside him, merely a breath away from him. You held his hand, your gaze settled where he’d grabbed you.

It was the first time he’d touched you.

It meant that much to you? 

Perhaps he couldn’t understand fully what you felt, he was still learning to comprehend the vast array of human emotions. 

You remained quiet, enjoying the peaceful moment so late in the night, unperturbed by your unexpected guest. You didn’t suggest he sleep, or rest, or eat… you let him be. 

You let him be, and he wanted to be with you.

Xiao inhaled sharply at the dangerous thought, though caught himself before he could worry you. He nearly pulled away, nearly fled at the very thought he wanted to remain by your side as long as he could. Selfishly putting you at unnecessary risk because he was tired. 

“Xiao?” Your curious voice dragged him from his thoughts, and his gaze snapped to yours just a little too quickly. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” You didn’t need to worry-- you had no idea how much you affected the Adeptus with your very presence. Had no idea the hold you had on him. Xiao sighed, looking away from you as he spoke. “Thank you for allowing me in.” 

You were silent for a moment. “Anytime, Xiao. You’re always welcome here.” 

The two of you sat in peace, listening to the crackling fire. Xiao felt light, as though his body wasn’t covered in wounds, like he wasn’t weighed down by the crushing pressures of his sins. He felt safe, for the first time in centuries. 

In that moment he knew, he knew as he gripped your hand a little tighter. As you finally gave way to sleep, your head resting on his shoulder. When he didn’t move away, instead gazing softly at your sleeping form.

He knew, deep down, that he would protect you over anything else. Xiao was certain of what the warmth within his chest was, how you could alleviate his pain just with your presence. 

He knew that he’d crossed a line that he’d never dared to think of. Something he didn’t deserve, something he shouldn’t allow himself to have… but perhaps, just for tonight, he could remain by your side for just a little longer.

You.

The human he loved.

[mochiisana]

him

[cantalouupe]

coming out from the shadows to announce that i finally got xiao today

[groffiction]

Hei Xiazi - Di Feisheng - July-August

Been working on a huge project for a while. This is only a part of it. This can be used as a twitter banner or a tumblr banner. Feel free to like / share / use, just as long as you give me credit :)

[teal-moonlight]

For the time that Xiao has known Lumine he has changed his perceptions of her, or well not only her, but people in general, he used to be extremely aloof and unapproachable, finding annoyance in whatever it was that involved second or third parties, be it human or not, but since she appeared in his surroundings he's realized he's no longer too bothered by others... or rather just her specifically, her unrelenting will to help him, to be close to him, to try and get closer and closer, he thought of it to be unfathomable at first, but then he's found himself missing her, missing her brightness, her smiles and eyes full of light; he was adamant to admit it until he realized that he was surrounded by her at one point, her warmth, her breath, her scent, everything about her, the heat of her caresses and the softness of her lips, he never would have imagined that he'd be in this position, sought after someone, let alone with intentions not so innocent or proper, and for her to be eager and so accepting of him.

That also conditioned Xiao into seeing her as someone that always carried light, someone that went out of her way to help those in need out of her unending kindness and not as her duty to fulfill, he came to realize that he's failed to see a very important aspect of hers. It all happened one time he was patrolling around the edges of the chasm, a place that became very nostalgic for him for many reasons (sometimes he finds himself spacing out and blushing a bit remembering the aftermath of all of it, how ridiculous); he didn't particularly enjoy looking out this areas since it was always filled with heavy demon and spirit energies that it was hard to discern what was present and what wasn't, but here he was anyway, just roaming around the borders of Liyue and Sumeru, both just beside each other but still so very different.

Lost in thought he felt a pull, a small burst of energy, it was distant but it was so incredibly familiar that he immediately recognized it, it was her, but why was it so weak, why wasn't he hearing her call his name, is she far away? Is she in Sumeru close by? Is that why it's this weak?, but why does this feel so different?, he was starting to panic a little, heightening his senses to locate her he started to gather power to teleport to wherever that little bit of energy came from.

When he came to he looked around and saw the big stones of the chasm just a tad away, he was surrounded by trees and green grass mingling with yellow, at the very border of the two nations, still in Liyue though. In his journey to find her he saw blue and white under a tree a few meters away, she was sat there, her knees pulled up to her chest and her hands covering her face, he walked a bit closer but then stopped abruptly, the energy he was feeling now, it was hers, it was Lumine, but why was this darkness around her, this sorrow, this sadness and desperation, he was faced by the crude reality of something he was overlooking, realizing how he was so closed up in his own bubble of insecurities that never in his mind even crossed the idea that the star that he so longingly desired for still had her dark side, her own insecurities and tribulations. For a moment he felt stupid and useless, first because how can he be so selfish to not consider her, but then also because he was just looking at her now, immobile and doing the exact same thing he hated people do to him; He composed himself and assertive but quiet, he closed the distance between them, she noticed his steps and uncovered her face just as he kneeled in front of her and he saw it in her eyes, dry tears running down her face, she was having a battle inside herself, he saw a look that he was so used to see in himself everytime he looked at his own reflection.

For some time they just looked at one another, Xiao waiting patienly, he'd always wait for her, he saw her try to speak, but her breath caught in her throat her eyes filled once again with fresh tears, a look of embarrassment and humilation passing through, he felt his chest ache and his brow forrow, he felt a familiar rage course through him and another set of questions filling his head, why is she like this?, Why is she crying?, Who dared hurt her, I'll end them-

The sound of Lumine chocking out a sob brought him back to the situation at hand, he focused on her eyes again, watery and sad, it would be a lie to say he had any idea what to do right now, he's never seen her like this, sure he's witnessed her in battle, battered and tired, but it was always physical, never has he seen her be this vulnerable, let alone in front of him, she has comforted him with sweet and encouraging words countless times, but right now that she needs it... So he decided to do what he does best, speak with his actions, he extended his hand and saw her follow it with her eyes, he took her chin, coming closer until their foreheads touched, never taking his gaze away from her eyes, from the tears streaming down her cheeks, he felt the negative energy leaking from their point of contact, so lonely, so sad, his own heart ached at the feeling.

Slowly she moved and grabbed his wrist, touch gentle and even kind of hesitant, the fact that she was hesitating to touch him along with her sad expression ultimately broke him, he used to do that, he used to run away from everyone that dared to come close but she completely shattered every wall he had put around himself for centuries, and now seeing her so unsure to get close to him made him grab her face with both hands and just feel her, trying to devour gently every bit of negativity and dark energy flowing through her, hearing her breathing calm and her touch in his hands relax a bit; for a moment he forgot what had brought him here in the first place, now he just enjoyed being here, holding her, having her right there in front of him, feeling her power mingling and resonating with his own.

Lumine tried to speak once again, a faint murmur, something about a dream, an encounter with an abyss creature telling her how her brother was running away from her, that he had already long forgotten the bond they once had... Xiao knew that feeling very well, how the people he held so close just dissapeard, leaving him alone and broken. He didn't say a word, instead he readjusted so he could hug her, bringing her to his lap and hold her close, her breath against his neck, feeling her snuggle into him, letting him know she feels safe; he feels her smile a bit, along with a heavy sigh. When they're together there's no danger, no fear, nothing can touch her when he's around, he'll always make sure of it.

Inspired by this beautiful art by @peatchoune

[xieliancore]

manifesting art so i win his 50/50!!

[takethelx3]

Stargazing

Xiao is so EMBARRASSING. Bro is IN LOVE WITH ME. And I love him too. Happy marriage.