Insane To Me That The UK Government Is Slowly Trying To Legislate Trans People Out Of Existence And I

Insane to me that the UK government is slowly trying to legislate trans people out of existence and I have not seen a single person talk about it

idolatry

word count: 3.1K content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, half self indulgent reader insert fanfiction half character study, unreality, religious undertones, possession is discussed abstractely, hypothetical harm to reader, the yandere is subtle but it's there

summary: you've somehow been reincarnated into a version of genshin impact where all the playable characters are self aware and seem besmitten with the player. the problem is that they can't make up their minds about whether you're their player or not...

a/n: aether vs your many fake fans

the flow of time has never felt steady to aether. despite how important it was to humans wherever he and his sister have traveled, there has always been a disconnect from it for him. You disappearing for months at a time is nothing out of the ordinary. time flows the same with or without You. like the sea's waves, it recedes and pushes. when he's used as a vessel by You, weeks can pass by in the blink of an eye and hours can feel like years spent in Your embrace. years have passed since You first started possessing them, and yet it's only been a couple of months at most. nothing moves forward in Your presence, nothing stays in stasis in Your absence.

so when he suddenly truly understands how humans experience the passage of time during another one of Your disappearances, aether immediately knows something is wrong. filled with dread and a harrowing heaviness deep in his gut that something has happened he can never take back, he finally understands what it means to be desperate for more time. have You abandoned him at last? has he not been enough, not quick enough to uncover this world's secrets and find his sister as You desired? finding you, clearly not from this world and trying to backtrack when you call him by his name—aether, his name, not Your sacred name he has been passing off as his own ever since Your arrival in teyvat—before any of Your other undeserving, fanatical vessels do seems nothing short of a miracle to him.

overjoyed at not having been abandoned after all, he clings to you and promises to protect and guide you through this foreign world—this time not as Your vessel, but as your first and most devoted follower. he doesn't need to be his own person, not when he can exist within the context of you.

paimon is less convinced. aether has turned even more immoderate and unnerving ever since your appearance, and she's not a fan. she… kind of understands. how important You are to aether, to the many others You've met through them during their journey. but does he—do any of them—really need to devote their entire being to You? she doesn't mind you, as a person, she really doesn't. but she doesn't like what You as a concept do to aether.

these days, she barely feels like she's part of the group, the one she formed with aether what seems so long ago, anymore. your arrival has completely overshadowed her presence. where she was previously part of a duo with her travel companion, she feels like little more than an afterthought now. she misses him. he calls her silly for it. she has only ever known him through Your command, so there isn't anything to miss. he's the same as he has always been. she just doesn't understand because You never graced her with Your embrace, and now that you have seemingly lost that ability perhaps she will never understand.

she says nothing, but she finds herself a little glad. better to never experience Your embrace, whatever that means, than lose herself completely in devotion to someone who clearly wants none of it.

the first archon they approach with you, venti, is apologetic but firm in the notion that aether is simply confused. he can understand how aether came to the conclusion, desperate and unused as he is following Your disappearance, but Your presence is simply unmistakable. he bids the two of you farewell amicably, but you find it impossible not to notice the difference in his demeanour afterwards when you run into him around the city. his smile is deftly crafted and practiced, his voice level and fingers steady as they pluck the strings of his lyre, but something about his eyes betray his own growing desperation.

if even aether is faltering like this, perhaps You really have abandoned them this time…? if he shows You how well mondstadt is faring, how much they've rebuilt and grown and thrived since You helped him quell dvalin's anguish, will You be proud of him and return? even if not to him, at least to the city? will You ever have Your vessels dance in the city square's fountain, or make the hike up the skyfrost nail to gaze upon the beauty of the unabating grey and white landscape again?

over time, even venti wavers and starts seeing what aether has seen in you. it is equal parts acceptance and desperation that drives him to you, to the one Your faithful traveler has placed his belief in, to feel Your embrace again, even if it can never be the same as it once was. he survived thousands of years without Your grace, to fold for it now that he knows what Your benevolence feels like is nothing short of shameful. the thought gnaws at him all the while until it has consumed him whole. in the end, he has not grown at all; still that little wind spirit desperate to not lose another he holds close. somehow, when you hold him, he can't seem to mind.

while the two of them have never discussed the matter of You explicitly, aether is perceptive enough to realise zhongli is one of the most reverent of the whole… of any of Your vessels. you called them cast without thinking the other day, whatever that meant. of Your cast. so he goes to him next, telling him that You've made Your way to this world permanently, that he's found You. his first instinct is anger, anger at your lying, anger that aether, who You have blessed with Your presence more than anyone else, who You picked as Your primary vessel, would fall for such mockery. aether was astute to not bring you along when he announced this, or perhaps you knew and chose not to yourself. it matters not. he knows he has proven himself to You, that the real You would never hesitate to reveal Yourself to him. instead of expression his righteous fury, he does his utmost to reign it in. if anything, this works in his favour. he almost feels sorry for aether, wrapped so tightly around the pinkie of a fraud.

upon meeting you properly, he realises perhaps he misunderstood the situation a little. zhongli isn't a fool (when he's not blinded by momentary rage, at least), he can see how uncomfortable you are with the whole situation. while you are not blameless for continuing this facade, aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace. that drunkard too, falling into temptation out of loneliness like that, will get what's coming to him.

until then, all he needs to do is keep his distance and stay as he is, as Your most loyal and dedicated devotee. until then, all he needs to do is send the two of you off. there is no need for him to get violent, not when Your punishment will hurt aether all the more. he thought he was long past such childish emotions, but he supposes that even now You breathe new vigor into him.

you shy either away from visiting inazuma entirely. seeing how the previous archons have reacted to you, you have little doubt that the raiden shogun would be the first to get violent. it's a dilemma you would rather avoid altogether, if possible. just in case. maybe your worry is misplaced, but… aether, of course, can never deny You, and the raiden shogun, of course, would meet your expectations without a proper thought.

the puppet has learned since, but much of the framework of logic she used to enact the vision hunt decree and rule over inazuma in the past several hundred years remains and is hard to completely make away with in such a short amount of time. imposing ei's will on a whole nation is wrong, but arresting and doing away with someone making a ridicule of You is a completely different thing. ei remains a little more hesitant, but even she cannot bring herself to completely disagree. You are the pinnacle of eternity, of control, of life—for some mere human to be impersonating You is unacceptable. hearing the traveler, Your closest companion, has put his trust in you would give her a bit of pause. he was right last time, so maybe this time as well… but then it was You who was right through him, not him in and of himself.

ultimately, your instincts would have turned out to be correct, and she buries herself in her plane once again, leaving the shogun to continue cleaning up inazuma. on her own, she imagines herself meeting You—the true You—and what it would be like to welcome you to her nation in earnest. she wonders if You would be proud of her.

nahida knows You immediately. she is the archon of wisdom, and weak as she may be, that title is not for nothing. your presence feels a bit differently from how it did when there was much more distance between You and her, but it pushes and pulls in a similar way. she doesn't feel she needs to, but should it come to it, she could always take a quick peek at your thoughts… and she would just get confirmation that she was right from the start. now that she's free—largely by virtue of You and the traveler—her word has much more weight than before. sumeru will always welcome You with open arms. if you prefer to live more privately, she understands that. but know that you can always come to her. for anything. she really, really means it.

it's only a small, selfish part of her, and she doesn't like thinking this way or how the other archons, the ones who should recognise You right away, are treating you, but a tiny part of her deep down finds herself feeling almost proud that she's the only one to recognise your grace. whenever you're around, she finds herself spending all of her free time with you. she wants to hear everything—your thoughts, your opinions, which weather or meal or nation you like better, your experiences, your home world, what it was like handling your vessels, everything and anything you deem fit to share with her. from how you indulge her, she's glad she also seems to bring you a similar comfort to the one You give her.

she wonders if Your embrace feels similar to when she possesses others' bodies. the warmth and absolute serenity that overtakes all of her senses when You control her can't compare to anything else. it's nice to be in at the helm of herself too, of course, especially with her newfound autonomy. but if You were to offer her that comfort permanently, she wouldn't be able to turn down Your offer.

when furina looks at you, she sees a reflection of herself. she might not recognise You, but she cannot bring herself to disdain someone in such a similar position to herself. she cannot imagine that You, kind and benevolent and goodhearted as You are, would want her to be cruel to you. whether that is her genuine belief or an attempt to redeem herself to You, after deceiving not only Your vessel but also You directly, does it matter?

Your presence has been a fairly recent entrance in her life, but she has been hearing about You for hundreds of years. she cannot remember a single conversation she ever had with her mirror self that did not feature You as a point of dialogue, of ambition. with only her and You to cling onto for hope for five hundred years, the only natural outcome was to develop such a strong faith and dependence on You. perhaps not as fervent as some of the other… archons, but not something that should be underestimated. Your presence in fontaine, even if through the traveler, had given her renewed hope at the time. as soon as she saw him for the first time, she knew.

your presence is… completely different. there's hints of You—likely residue You've left in the traveler—but not much else. she cannot believe in false idols, she tells the two of you, but she will see about providing some lodging for you. even if the traveler—even if aether is wrong about this, his service to fontaine deserves some merit, so she's sure this can be overlooked. it's what You would want, she hopes to herself. and if she finds herself seeking you out more and more, what difference does it make? when you smile so sweetly at her and praise her for holding on for so long, that you're proud of her, her resolve cracks.

neuvillette has always known of You. it is only when the traveler shows up in fontaine with Your presence in tow that he understands with certainty that You do exist, that he truly understands how wonderful Your warmth feels even at a distance and in these circumstances. You take Your leave for a while, and he thinks he is alright with that. even just knowing Your comfort so intimately (because this is already so much more than most are permitted), however brief, is enough for him. perhaps his returned authority also has an impact, but he is certain it would not have felt this invigorating without Your help.

and then You return, and he finds himself actually understanding what it means to be embraced. no sooner is he experiencing what it feels like to be whole for the first time before he finds himself in sumeru's desert, where he remains stranded for a week. Your presence fades until his punishment—for what, he remains uncertain—is complete, but Your hold on him does not, and something keeps him in place there the entire time. You do not use him much after that. he cannot deny Your judgement, even if he does not quite understand.

he learns of your arrival in teyvat through chance, by way of some opera gossip which happens to mention that furina has found herself a close friend. when he catches a glimpse of you… he cannot say he feels Your presence. none of you breathe a word about the subject to him, and it is only much later he learns of what you're hiding. if Your every loyal furina and Your first and most important vessel recognised You when he did not even so much as suspect it, where does that leave him?

of course childe would recognise You. that piece of the abyss that clawed its way into him so deeply it will never separate from him again would recognise You anywhere, even should ajax not. long before your current descent, he recognised Your strings of control much earlier than most of Your other vessels did. while he's never really given much thought to whether others have recognised You as well, he noticed the way Your presence lingered on aether in particular right away.

it's part of what drew him to the traveler in the first place—what's so special about him? why not childe? why did this outlander get to be Your vessel and he didn't? has he not proven himself enough for You? his mission aside, he felt a more personal disdain at the traveler. after he embarrassed himself in front of You and the truth came to light, he tries his hardest to redeem himself to the traveler. to You. so, naturally, when Your favourite little traveler comes to him with You in tow, he recognises You right away, as he always has. he's a little bitter, if anything—why did it take aether so long to come to him? does he not trust him? is he controlling You and Your actions? or—and he tries not to think about this too hard—is it You who doesn't trust him?

it doesn't matter. You're here now, and he's here for You now, and he'll do everything in his power to help You. You won't have to be alone any more, he promises, You won't have to hurt any more. nobody will harm You, ever again, not when he's here now. (he ignores how aether has easily stopped any harm from coming Your way so far without his help.)

it is you who thinks to approach albedo. the link is weak, but as soon as aether shows up at his makeshift lab in dragonspine with You in tow, he knows. it's as if he has no other option than to recognise You, however faint Your aura has become, as if there was never another possibility. it makes sense—after all, he was made for You. so were all the others, in a way, as was the whole world of teyvat, but not in the same way his master crafted him for You. to appeal to You. to be used by You. to find out the truth about You, though it's possible she just left him with that mission (to find out the truth about "the world"—You are the world) to keep him busy after she threw him away when he did not yield the results she was searching for. it doesn't matter. he's found You now, and he can't let you slip away. especially not to Your other, faulty vessels, those who couldn't recognise You at first glance.

thankfully, you seem fond of the area of the mountain and don't mind staying. you even take interest in his work, though you seem to not enjoy the constant sketches and pieces of art he produces of You for you as much. it's not the same as when You fill every molecule in his body and bend it to Your whim, but this is also nice.

one day you ask him about alice; she's been to different worlds, so you wonder if he could ask her about her methods. you seem hesitant, and you waited specifically until aether had left to collect some food for the next couple of days. it's a logical choice, Your favourite vessel would not take Your request well. albedo can't find it in himself to either. even if it's you asking, he cannot just let You leave, not after all this time. he promises you he will ask, but is honest when he tells you alice might take a long, long time to pass by mondstadt again, so… in the meantime, let him know if there's anything he could do to make Your stay here in teyvat more comfortable. anything at all. You're going to be here for some time, after all.

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octopaii

10 months ago

PATTY MENTION

Identity V Ivory Tower Series Additional Series

Ivory Tower Series now will released more Survivor as Students, and in addition, Hunter will join as Teacher!

New release soon

Survivor

- Enchantress (Patricia Dorval)

- Prospector (Norton Campbell)

- Wildling (Murro)

Hubter

- Photographer (Joseph Desaulnier)

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octopaii

2 weeks ago

𔓐𑇓 All Too Much. All Too Little. All at once.

(Hold me, Just stay here. Please?)

in which sprout comforts reader through a shutdown. reader is gender neutral and is heavily implied to be on the neurodivergent spectrum, but can be perceived differently.

☄️: This had been sitting in my drafts for a while. I have shutdowns quite often and it's been frustrating me. I'm at least proud to say I've finally finished this. I hope this can bring you, dear reader, some comfort too.

— featuring; sprout x reader

INCLUDES: SFW, hurt w/ comfort, established romantic relationship, poly! moonberrycake, but focuses moreso on sprout.

𔓐𑇓 All Too Much. All Too Little. All At Once.

Sprout had always been observant to those he held close. To Cosmo, to Astro, to you.

He was just observant in general.

He observes, and waits, until the right time to directly address the situation at hand.

Always straightforward. Always blunt.

Maybe even..mean to some few. Not that he means to. He tries, he really, truly does.

But as he watched you leave the room filled with others, noticeably quiet, noticeably different, noticeably upset,—he figured this time he'd try a little harder. A little softer. All if it meant helping you.

Especially now, when you don't even really remember how you got into this situation again. Nor can you really try to.

As much as you wanted to, you just.. can't. Couldnt.

Not right now.

Not when everything you felt would contradict itself one after the other constantly.

—It's too loud, yet too quiet. Too much yet not enough. Too bright, too dark—too much, too much, too much, too much, too—fuck!

You hated it. Hate, hate hate, hate, hated it!

Your entire body and mind felt like it was working against you, just for the sake of working against you!

You wanted to scream!

You wanted to cry.

You wanted to simply curl into a ball.

You wanted to hide, tucked away in the darkest corner of your room.

You wanted to sob loudly while clutching your head, tugging and pulling roughly at the edges just to relieve the constant ache, to just feel relief. To fall back into habits you told yourself you wouldn't do anymore because what else is there?

You wanted so much.

You don't even know how much time has passed, or if any has passed at all.

Were you really even in your room, or were you still the dummy in the corner, simply staring, simple observing, barely even there as toons would interact each other so naturally.

It hurt.

You wanted everything and nothing, you wanted—

A hand.

..A hand—?

A hand pulls you from your thoughts.

Its light, yet firm. Just enough to ground you without being overbearing.

Your vision is blurry. From tears, you had no idea, (were you even crying?)

Regardless, your eyes tried to focus on the hand clasped in yours. Not needing to look up to know who it was. Not really.

You wanted to say something. Anything. You needed to. Yet as your tongue remained heavy, and body remained still, you're left with the crumbling realization you couldn't.

You couldn't really see the expression he wore, too focused on the dread you felt at even being seen, but you remain anyway, trying to steady your breathing.

He squeezed your palm. His voice quiet. The most quiet you've heard of the berry, really.

"... okay... okay,—Okay, Is this alright? Can I touch you?"

His fingers moved to tread your palm, a bit firmer this time as your sluggish mind barely kept up, but nodded anyways.

He seemed to be relieved by that, lifting both of your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles in response.

"okay—you're doing great, okay? Can you talk?"

You shake your head immediately at the question, seeming to wilt further into yourself. It's subtle, but it's there.

He softens at this, then nods. Lowering both of your hands once more, moving to press his thumb onto your palm.

To see you in such a state hurt him.

He wanted to help, even if clumsily, even if he didn't even know how to handle emotions himself, Just as long as you know he's there.

"okay. okay, thank you, honey. That's okay, you're doing okay, you're doing good, you're doing so, so good."

He pressed his palm onto yours again, moving to interlace his fingers with yours instead. Each of his fingers pressing firmly onto each of yours. The pressure felt grounding. Nice.

You took another shaky breath. He mirrored it with his own, much louder as if to ease you back in. Guiding you, like he has many times before.

"we're already halfway there," he cooed softly, from where he sat in front of you, you could feel the heat radiating off him, realizing how cold you really were. You dared to look up. It was scary, but you did so anyway.

His face was filled with the same adoring look he always sent you. Loving. Unguarded. Something he only ever showed to you and the other two.

You felt undeserving of it.

Yet as your grip falters, and your thoughts drift, his voice brings you back.

"... it's going to be okay," another squeeze, and you could feel your tears well up again, blinking them away, "I know it doesn't feel that way right now, I know it feels stupid, but we've gone through this before, and we'll go through it again, okay? So breathe."

You nodded, trembling. Though you didn't get as much as a single breath before tears come rushing again and you're left clamping your mouth shut, stubbornly silencing yourself as if to save you any further humiliation.

It doesn't work.

You were already here.

Your hands clenched against his own, surprising him as you fell into him entirely, collapsing. Burying your face into his scarf, shaking with every stubborn breath you refused to let go.

But Sprout wouldn't have that.

Not as he wrapped his arms around you firmly. Not as he returned the tight grip you had on him, knowing you well enough to know the pressure would help you.

Not as he mumbled soft words and sweet nothings like he has countless times before.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay, please cry, be as loud as you want I promise, it's just us. Doors locked, everyone's still at the party, I promise. "

So you did. It was quiet, at first. Nothing but your shaky breathing filling the room before you eventually broke, sobbing loudly against him, gripping so tightly you were afraid he'd let go.

He didn't.

"It's okay. I'm here. Im right here sweetie—I'm here. "

"I'm sorry—" you hiccuped, struggling to breathe, "I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry."

His chest ached at your apologies. His hand rubbing your back in soft, circular motions for every broken sob that would leave your body.

He knew by now it's an old habit you still have trouble letting go of. Especially given your former 'handler' . He doesn't blame you for it, but he's sure as hell determined to convince you otherwise.

"You absolutely have nothing to apologize for, okay?" He murmured softly, moving to pull away briefly. His hands move to cup both of your cheeks, thumb gently wiping away stray tears.

You trembled under his hold, refusing to meet his eyes. You can't. You couldn't.

"I wish it felt that way." You whispered. Voice so quiet he nearly didn't pick it up, if not for how close he was to you. "I shouldn't—" Your fists clenched, digging your nails into your palm, "I shouldn't be like this. I should be better."

You were frustrated at yourself. He could tell. He knew. He knew that look. The same look you'd give yourself every time you'd make so much as a small mistake or when you began spiralling onto old habits.

"I hate it. I hate it so much, Sprout." You mumbled, shutting your eyes tight, leaning away to hold yourself, wanting for anything to make this feeling stop.

The room was silent for a while.

Part of you feared Sprout had just enough of you, when,-

"This isn't your fault." He said, firm yet gentle in the way his voice cut through the thick silence.

Slowly, he leaned closer, far enough to give you the chance to pull away, yet close enough to reach you. His palm rested onto your arm.

"—It never has been. Okay? It never will be."

Though you were hesitant, you tilted your head to look at him.

By now your hair was far too messy to be presentable, and face too worn to be pleasing...Yet..He smiled.

He smiled at you.

How could he smile at you when you were like this?

Your lips contorted into a wobbly frown, shaking your head. Slowly, your hand moved to rest on his shoulder, pulling yourself closer, if only subtly.

"... 'm sorry." you croaked out, gripping his shoulder a bit tighter. His other hand moved to rub your back, a silent nod to continue. "I.. I don't know why this happened again. I didn't want it to, I promise."

He softened, moving to hold you properly, his arms wrapping around your torso as he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was softer. Quiet. It was a welcome change compared to the loud chatter outside. Now muffled as the doors were comfortably locked.

There was silence for a while. Not that Sprput minded. He'd patiently wait for you any time, that he was sure of.

Eventually though, you do answer.

Your voice was quiet, at first. Unsure, yet honest. Maybe foolishly so, but what else was there to hide, at this point?

A soft sigh escapes you as you burrow your face into his scarf, finding comfort in the familiar scent.

".. I..I dont know.". You mumbled softly, eyes falling shut. You were so tired.

"Everything was just....So loud. And the lights were so bright. Too bright— I hated it." You mumbled quietly. ".. It's like, " you paused, mulling over the words, ".. It's like everything hitting me, all at once. All at the same time. And it feels bad... it's just..so..." You trailed off quietly, before letting the thought go,

"—Sorry." you breathed out, hands feeling clammy as you buried your face further into his scarf, voice muffled, " Sorry I'm, uhm—I'm rambling."

"No, no—" he pulled back, placing your hands on top of his, "By all means, I'm glad you're rambling...You're being open." He spoke softly, his thumb rubbing your palm in slow circular motions. ".. That's a step forward, right?"

You blinked at him, a bit taken aback by the response.

Huh.

That... That was much more positive than what your brain had been conjuring up over the past few months, that's for sure.

You stared at him, your throat felt dry.

"... You,.." you trailed off, hesitating near the end, ".. You're not mad?"

"I—what?" His eyes widens at the question as if you had told him the sky was brown of all things before swiftly recovering, squeezing both of the hands that were clasped in his, voice so resolute it left no room for doubt,

"No- what? Of course not. Worried, sure. But mad?"

He shook his head, moving to press his forehead against yours, sighing softly.

"Of course not. None of us are."

His hands rubbed soft circles onto your palm,

"We just want you to be okay. We love you. I love you. And this—?" He motioned his hands dismissively, " This doesnt change that. Especially, because, it's out of your control."

A small smile forms on your lips at this, feeling warmth spread through your face, chuckling quietly. You feel tears prick your vision, almost wanting to pull away out of embarrassment if it wasn't for Sprout's iron grip on you.

He smiled back, softly rubbing the tears away with his thumb. "I love you." He repeated.

"I love you. All of you." He mumbled softly, moving to press a kiss to your wet cheek, making you yelp as you giggled. He grinned at the sight.

You settled down quickly, your fits of giggles dying out before shaking your head, feeling flustered, yet.. better. So much better.

There was a lull of silence for a while, yet it was comfortable, with you two simply holding each other, and enjoying each other's warmth.

You'd smile as he'd traced silly random patterns onto your skin, every now and then he'd press a kiss onto them, whether they were scarred or not.

".. I don't deserve you." You spoke after a while, making him scoff, pulling away as he gave you a look of mock offense.

"Please." He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. "Don't be stubborn with me, Because I'm telling you now, you won't win. Ask Cosmo."

* Don't ask Cosmo. Oh boy don't get him started.

You laughed, quiet yet warm. He smiled at the sound, feeling relieved at how you seemingly were returning to normal. Slowly, yet surely.

"You deserve everything and more," he spoke your name lovingly, making you smile like a lovesick idiot, "Don't let anyone convince you otherwise, yeah?" Kiss. He pressed another kiss to your other cheek, earning a bashful grin from you as you halfheartedly shoved him away.

"Pft, going soft on me now, Sprout? What's next, you'll let me whip somethin' up in the kitchen?" You grinned, wrapping your arms around the sides of his face.

He leaned his face closer, cupping the hand that held his cheek, narrowing his eyes pointedly,

"Oh you wish. You are not stepping foot near my stove after your last little cooking-fiasco with Gigi and Finn. Leave the dreaming to Astro, okay?"

You cackled, letting yourself laugh louder this time as your forehead bumped into his, giggling. A silly smile rested on your lips, eyes landing onto his, "You're such a dork."

A snicker bubbles from his throat at the remark, voice dropping to a whisper as you two grew closer, "Says you."

You grinned, moving to close the gap between you two, sighing softly as you relaxed into the kiss, lips pressing softly against his before pulling away. His gaze was soft, as he looked at you, "I love you."

And, without missing a beat,

"I love you too."

—The other two are relieved to find the both of you later, asleep and safe in each other's arms.

Your dreams are filled with comfort.

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octopaii

10 months ago