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Watching Okhema fade into a quiet night is boring. Peaceful and easing the tension in his body, but not interesting, and he doesn’t feel like resting yet. There is too much adrenaline still running through his bloodstream to think about sleep; besides, what point would it be now if the morning will arrive sooner than expected?

Just to fiddle with his hands and pass the time, he takes off the heavy gauntlets and the golden plates off his legs, finally revelling in the mild wind stroking his skin through clothes. His arms are hot from wearing metal all day, sweaty under his fingers, albeit quickly drying with each swipe of the breeze.

He once again stares into nothingness but the sound of footsteps nearby jerks him out of his reverie.

It’s you, walking from behind the balustrade, pulling yourself over the marble with grace but visible tiredness.

Not surprising that it’s you since little to no one knows about the passage between the columns that allows one to step onto his balcony without first getting through the guards. It’s useful, even for Mydei. He was insistent on sharing the same houses and rooms with everyone else, but Krateros didn’t want to hear any of that, and thus he ended up with a private quarter and this spot, right next to his room; it would be great for stargazing, if not for the skies forever brightened by the Dawn Device.

“And why are you sneaking around at night?” He says in a gruff voice. “Tough day?”

“How did you know?” You reply with a question to his question, sitting in front of him, leaning over his raised knee as he makes enough space for you on the carpet.

“It’s past the Curtain-Fall Hour. And you bit your lip again.”

“Aah, nothing gets past your keen eyes, does it?” You laugh sheepishly, reaching with your fingers to press on your lips and bite them again, but you stop in the last moment under the influence of his dissatisfied glare. “You know how it’s like with the Council of Elders. The pots with fresh water and food should have been delivered to refugees much earlier, so I’m quite pissed about the fact that only now we have people assigned to do the job…” You end up with a whine, slumping over his knee.

Mydei is happy to see you. He nods, passing the cup to you and waiting until you take a sip, your fingers brushing against his. You don’t drink much, just to taste it, but the pomegranate seeds stick to your lower lip anyway. Before he can instinctively reach to wipe your mouth, you do it yourself against the hem of your dress.

“Manners.”

“I’m tired, spare me the critique. At least the benefit of working near the Marmoreal Palace is that I can take a bath right after leaving.” Your hair smells nicely of flower oils as you push it away from your face and sigh contentedly.

He finds you beautiful no matter if you’re freshly bathed or not, or if you’re exhausted or wear a dress stained with fruit juice. He won’t tell you that. This isn’t the first time you’ve ended up here when your mind needed distraction after long hours of work. It’s become somewhat a habit. If anything, he likes it too.

“I’ve heard you spent some time near the blacksmith’s workshop. Isn’t there too hot to host a party? Did something happen?”

“The forges are always burning. Do they bother you that much?” He chuckles as your eyebrow lifts and your forehead creases with curiosity. “Nothing happened. They had wine and honey brew, which some of the soldiers could not refuse. I followed them to hear their stories.”

“But you don’t drink… Was your evening pleasant, then?”

“I’m certain I would enjoy it much less if I were interested in alcohol.” Mydei pats your head. Your eyes close briefly under his touch. “It’s valuable to know what’s happening among other people, especially during times like these.”

You agree silently.

“Heh, maybe one day I will hear from you an engaging tale of flirting in front of the fire instead of the usual serious blabber.” Your cheeky grin spreads wide across your face, making him sneer in disbelief.

“I consider you serious to a similar degree. What would be more worrying is if you stopped rambling incessantly after work. At least you’re keeping me amused without getting on my nerves.”

“Unlike Phainon?”

“I might take back what I’ve just said about you.”

“Forgive me, I was just teasing you! Don’t look at me with this expression…” You plead, showing him the most innocent face you can manage despite laughter bubbling deep in your throat. “Alright, back to tonight’s celebration— and then you started thinking about the past and decided to leave, hmm?”

“Indeed.”

“You should try telling me some of your stories. Maybe they’d weigh less on your heart then.”

“Maybe another time.” He cuts you off fast.

“I’ve heard that already.” You chortle softly, pinching his left arm through the sleeve. He barely flinches under your touch. “I have another question then, if you don’t mind. Just warning you that it’s quite specific and I allow you to behead me if it’s too personal.”

“I’m always dreading your unexpected questions.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks down at you with half a smile. “But since we are here alone, feel free to do so.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about this for a while already but couldn’t find the right moment…” You start slowly, moving onto his lap like a curious cat, though you subconsciously pin him in place without an evident chance for him to escape since he’d be forced to throw you off himself first. Out of reflex, his palms settle on your hips to keep you upright if you were to lose balance; his thumbs draw tiny circles on the fabric of your tunic, slightly bunching it up. “Are you… by any chance… a virgin?”

The question is purely evil by his standards — nothing he has ever cared about, and neither wanted to contemplate, yet forever present because of his legacy. Futile were his constant efforts to make it clear that he was not interested in being a king and, less important but still affecting him deeply, not ready either. Not in this lifetime, no matter how long, not even after a thousand deaths.

Thankfully, you were one of those few people that he could trust.

Or so he thought because your inquiring voice still hangs in the heavy air and he wishes you weren’t that likeable because he couldn’t even get mad at you.

He just sighs, resigned.

“Why do you need to know?”

“I don’t. I just want to know but it’s not a demand.” Your finger plays around the golden swirls of his leather belt. “Please, don’t feel obliged to answer.”

“You wouldn’t be asking me that if I had a choice.”

“You can always refuse. I won’t be mad! I’m sorry if I’m pushing your limits, though…”

Your gaze is fixed on his chest as your fingertips caress his skin, exploring the sinuous red markings, and his breathing raises heavily. You would never order anything from him, at least not when it comes to intimacy. That’s a problematic topic for both of you, if you assume correctly.

Even more so if the current state of Amphoreus is taken into consideration. Perhaps those average citizens of Okhema do not feel the dread reaching their feet, blissfully unaware — or without the desire to be aware. Which is, frankly, understandable, as bearing the knowledge of the black tide and the reality behind the borders of the Holy City is enough to make your spirit falter multiple times a day. This is not what one could call a good climate for flirting or looking for love. The chances of losing friends and family are too great.

Besides, swept by the workload between the forever complaining Council of Elders and running errands in Lady Aglaea’s or Lady Tribios’ stead takes too much of your daily time to even think of anything that isn’t helping the cause.

Mayhaps that is exactly why you grew so close to Mydei across all these years of serving Okhema. He’s also involved, even more than you could ever be. Together with other Chrystos Heirs, he represents hope, although his life was nothing but hopeless, if you were to believe the tales and songs you often hear among the crowd. But he protects those who cannot shield themselves. For the very same reason, the majority of his people refer to him as a god king even though he is still just a crowned prince and hasn’t claimed any of the Coreflames yet.

Your innocent curiosity always blossoms between the frown of his eyebrows before they can even form a wrinkle, with your kind spirit taking away all his sturdiness.

He takes a deep breath, again.

“And how do I look to you?”

“I think you had your fair share of lovers. It just doesn’t feel significant to you because you’re always moving forward.” You guess, a bold statement despite the burn on your face.

Mydei remains silent.

Nevertheless, you are not wrong. As far as he remembers, many men and women alike were falling easily and often for him — that he wasn’t counting, but this makes him uncomfortable in his own skin since it implies that they didn’t seem worthy of his time. Quite the opposite. Mydei cared for some of them, enjoyed as well, picking only partners who gave him the resolve to continue his endless journey. Sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn’t; they got tired or fed up and he was too busy reaching the elusive destination; some wanted nothing else than an immortal warrior protecting them; others died of old age or sickness or defeated by enemies. None had made him weak. But there is something different with you that feels too weakening to ignore…

Albeit your appearance is distinct, so many other traits downright unlike those he remembers — you do bring out from the depths of his heart the same emotions he used to know only in the past. From when his most treasured companions were still alive, when Hephaestion was still sitting beside him in his lithe form. Since then, no one made him feel truly complete.

Not even Phainon…

Not even you…

How many years has it been? Is love even something he can understand outside of just hearing it in another language? He’s aware that this word exists. A concept, not acknowledged by any of his kin.

Has he ever specifically looked for love?

Not after bidding farewells to his friends, wasting opportunity after opportunity to say anything more about his feelings besides calling it a fellowship exceeding life and death. Ingrained forever in his heart, they follow him to this day, in memories. He misses them. Always and forever. But there is a part of him regretting that he hadn’t given himself a chance in a romantic or at least sexual pursuit before it was too late and he grew bitter and hurt, death after death until resurrection was the only thing setting his heart ablaze.

Another issue is that he has never wished for an heir. That would only bring more suffering. If not for him, then for that innocent child burdened with his blood. Even with the use of elixirs from the Grove, he was doubtful if women could avoid getting pregnant after sharing his bed. Especially doubtful since Mnestia’s blessings were often unexpected, breaking all forms of law and order.

But he doesn’t want to think about it now.

Disinterested in searching for a female companion, Mydei considered men as well, as it surely would prevent the risk of conceiving a child. However, it didn’t feel right in his mind to flirt with those who were sons and grandsons of his previous comrades.

But he doesn’t want to think about it now, either.

Such is the fickleness of lovers because Cerces, Titan of Reason, would surely argue about all that, but Titan of Romance was never one to listen.

Now, it is beyond Mydei’s understanding how he ended up tonight with you on that intricately woven carpet, with pillows and half-empty bowls of fruits from the previous feast. Even worse, he enjoys your presence and smiles inside whenever there’s a chance to spend time together when none of you is busy.

But that is a long story. Stupidly so, he thinks about it way too often, reminding himself of all the shared adventures and uneventful days, similar to how he reminisces about his companions of old.

“I am… not interested in that kind of pleasure.” He replies at last.

That was honest enough. But not satisfactory. Your head shakes slowly, accepting his vague words while trying to connect them into something that would let you imagine anything more than that. He must have sensed it because he places his hand over your palm.

“Even if I say more, you won’t find any sufficient reason to my decision.”

“What a pity. Maybe next time if you ever feel like talking with me more. I don’t mind, though…”

Mydei bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste his blood for a second. What do you mean by that?

The sheer confusion of having you on his lap, talking about intimacy, cuddling him and raking your nails gently across his muscles, prevents him from even getting hard in his pants. Laughable. Foolish. As if that would ever happen in reality, like it must be a dream despite him being the one to invite you to spend the evening together since he’s rarely available for a private conversation, even at nights.

His eyes close upon your gentle touch. When will he finally comprehend that it’s making him too weak? Letting your hands on him scatter what little sanity he has left in his mind…

“Have you been always interested in finding out?”

“Hmm, no… But I wonder if you’d ever want to take it further than just letting me on your lap or sharing the same fruit on the rooftops at night?”

His lips purse until the sharpness of his jawline relaxes with a scoff. One day he might actually fall for someone like you. Maybe he already did but doesn’t want to admit it.

Would he let anyone else on his lap or share the same fruit on the rooftops at night? Unlikely.

This small distance between the two of you makes him squirm underneath you. In spite of your everyday guise, now you look confident, although bashful. And he, instead of the recognisable pride and intensity, is clueless, cornered. He pulls you closer by the waist. His body burns hotter the more he tries to stay away.

How quickly you can defeat him with your soft body and saccharine eyes. Mydei would even dare to say that he prefers having you on top, as much as he likes being in charge otherwise. But he cannot stop admiring you either — something about this peculiar aura that makes you as mysterious as you are inviting.

As he thinks, your lips curve around his fingers after placing kisses through them; you keep eye contact as you continue, nuzzling into his open hand. He knows you’re doing your best because otherwise you would rather hide, hoping that closing your eyes is enough to make you disappear. He could smile about it, too, if he did not see such behaviour as sickening. Painfully adorable.

Insecurely flirting, you couldn’t be possibly any closer to the complete opposite of him, yet the more time he spends with you, the more similarities he finds despite those contrasting first impressions. He’s now gently grabbing your cheeks between his palms, as if to ground himself before overthinking your strange familiarity, that you fit here like he’s been doing that for years and not a short while.

A kiss might heal your fears; it must, judging from how quick you are to react. For a moment there is no place left in Mydei’s mind that isn’t occupied by the giggles coming out of you once he allows himself to do more than just taste that sweet flavour of your lips.

This could not get any better, but before he can even relish in this little pleasure, your hands settle on his abdomen. Then you try going further south. When you reach the hem of his pants, your mouth turns dry and your throat clenches, forcing you to stop the kiss when you imagine what this will lead to if he won’t stop you. In turn, his breathing also increases; he knows very well what’s happening and he would gladly give it to you freely if not for a better idea invading his senses.

“Mhm—” His grunt against your mouth is almost indecorous. “Stop your hands.” You pull apart, slightly ashamed of your own eagerness.

While you shy away and look down, Mydei swiftly places you below him, laying your back on the soft carpet. Suddenly he looms over your form and his hair falls to the sides of his face like a golden waterfall. One arm supporting his weight, he pushes some locks behind his ear with the other and then uses it to open your legs without any strength; you are easy to spread for him, but still attempt to regain an ounce of control by hooking a calf above his hips and force him to retain some distance.

“I have never claimed a woman in bed. And I do not plan on changing that tonight.”

“That’s… d-did you have to get us in this position just to say that?” Your voice trembles with an awkward laugh.

“Had you asked that question yourself, you wouldn’t be straddling my lap before that.” He sounds petulant, but that doesn’t stop him from leaning down to kiss your neck. “But if you’re so insistent on getting an answer out of me, I can prove you my lack of experience.”

By that, you understand what he means — a demonstration rather than using words to convince you. Then again, you wonder how else could he demonstrate something that he’s never done before. Does he want you to guide him? Should you?

Instead of allowing you to ponder too much, he ends up with his face between your legs, pulling away the soft cotton of your flimsy tunic. As always, it’s been so easy for you to set fire inside of him; it never takes long nor does much effort on your part to become this desperate mess he tries to contain. Everything about you looks divinely forbidden but tastes like sacred sugar on his tongue as your scent fills his nostrils; it smells sweeter than all the pomegranates. It feels softer than silk when he nips your inner thighs, teasing you until you muffle your first moans in the pillows.

The only thing that doesn’t match perfectly the vision in his head is your body language, which seems reluctant somehow. But how else can he interpret this resistance when your pulse quickens and he knows very well what the agitated rhythm of it means?

“Are you alright?” He asks against your stomach.

“Not at all.” Your voice barely works when you speak and he has to lean closer.

“What? Is everything fine?” he insists, worried.

“Nothing is fine. The crowned prince of Kremnos is kissing my thighs!” You try to laugh off the embarrassment, but it takes another short-breath confirmation, maybe even a whine and some broken words to explain your sudden hesitation. “This is the first time someone moves between my legs…”

“This is my first time getting down on a woman…” He responds without stutter, but his confession gains your attention and you prop on your elbows with wide eyes.

“You’re now making me curious and wishing I knew this story.”

He shakes his head with a smirk. “Irrelevant. Is it even the right time?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting—”

Without adding anything else and stopping your voice, Mydei goes straight to work — slowly, tentative. If he truly needs to get acquainted with that act, then why not do it now with you? When his tongue starts tasting every inch, he hears you gasping in surprise at this unexpected warmth enveloping your pussy.

“Mydei!” You laugh in between whimpers, trying to stop your knees from shaking when he eagerly suckles everywhere around, no precision whatsoever but definitely mapping where you get sensitive. “Ah—! I will not believe that you haven’t touched a woman!”

“Is it that different? Because I don’t think so.” He replies bluntly, raising his head for just a moment before kissing all around your tummy. He has no problem being honest about how little experience he really has. That is mostly because of how you look, all messed up and giggly despite him just instinctively following some clues.

Unable to stop himself from wondering, sometimes his attention to detail gets on his nerves. Why can’t he simply enjoy you as you are, writhing and all excited just because he’s the one touching you? Why does he have to muse if you always get so easily riled up, or is it his influence alone? He doesn’t dare to ask you about your experience, frowning when none of the possibilities can be backed by what he knows about you.

After nibbling around your midriff, he remembers the main goal. He carefully uses two fingers to separate your folds, finding that tender button of flesh pulsating hot under his thumb. Again, you tremble hard underneath the foreign touch, although he believes it feels good enough and he cannot take his eyes off you.

“I wasn’t doubting you…” You chuckle before the moan spills off your open lips.

“Here?” He asks, ignoring everything else.

“Y-yes…” Your voice turns into a sob with the next flick against your clit, unable to talk anymore as Mydei leans forward again.

It only takes him a while to understand exactly how much pressure you need, which direction to apply it and how much of you he should fit inside his mouth.

“Does it feel good?” There’s genuine concern behind these words.

“Yes, yes, it does…”

The goosebumps rise on your thigh under his palm. Whenever you let out a shaky exhale, the only other sound that remains between you two is the obscene one made by your wet cunt sliding against his face. And you enjoy every little bit of it as your eyes roll back, finally succumbing into this new type of pleasure; your nails disappear among the wild strands of his golden hair as you desperately grab and caress them. His name keeps escaping your lips each time his tongue circles your pussy, never focusing on your sweet spot exclusively until it reaches the point where it aches for his attention.

“Mydei, I— you’ve just asked if it’s the spot…”

“Yes. This is why I’m not touching you there.” He smiles.

“H-uh, don’t be like that!”

“Am I doing it well, or do you rather have my fingers instead?” The tone is serious even if he sees the annoyed look taking hold of your expression.

He waits for a response, pleased to watch you fumble while searching for the right word — especially once your hips start swaying unconsciously to regain back the friction that was removed too suddenly. When no verbal answer comes, he lifts an eyebrow with pride at the lack of it because it can only mean that he has flustered you beyond reason. You can only yelp out a timid agreement, too busy hiding your face behind your hand, before he gives it a chance and slides one finger inside.

“Mydei, ugh—!”

“And others complain that I’m incompetent at expressing my feelings…” He croons at your intangible comment.

“Hmph…”

Despite what he initially claimed, Mydei does indeed know how to pleasure women. Perhaps it is not that different, like he said, just to understand the other person, no matter the previous experience. His calloused hands aren’t particularly gentle nor careful as he moves inside but that’s just a matter of getting adjusted to your body; other than that, he knows what he’s doing. He assumes with great accuracy, making up for the lack of habitual gestures with what is his keen instinct. His wrist moves slow yet feels like hammer nonetheless, a firm thrust compared to the previous kitten licks left on your clit which you still sense the dissipating flutter of.

And the sight is no less arousing for him; after licking his upper lip clean, Mydei stares at your gaping mouth and your furrowed eyebrows when his free hand rubs soothing circles on the inner part of your knee. A second finger slides alongside the first to stretch you further, to feel the squeeze of your walls getting snug. They twitch deliciously whenever he curls upwards, reaching your sweetest spot hidden deep within and allowing himself some needy murmurs to match yours.

“It’s e-enough…” You mumble in an utterly unconvincing tone.

“Is it? Do you want me to stop?” He looks up at you, eyes sharply gauging if you truly meant it.

“… No.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, sighing at the mixed response. “Are you close?”

“Y-yes, I think so…”

With your juices spilling all over him, Mydei speeds up until every motion becomes nearly too much. His touch sets you ablaze until there’s nothing else you can do but come undone with a long whine followed by short gasps to keep your breathing steady — though it does nothing to calm the muscles clamping around his digits, even after he stops moving them altogether. He enjoys having you trapped between bliss and oversensitivity, feeling the softness of your warm skin glimmering with sweat and your heartbeat racing underneath the skin.

Any attempts of calming yourself down end up futile while your pussy convulses around his still inserted fingers, covered in your sticky arousal; not that he minds at all. Frankly, he is quite delighted seeing you shaken to such a degree. He would lie saying that it wasn’t rewarding to render you completely vulnerable. Alas, he’s doubtful that this could feel that good with his lack of tact. He’s skilled in the art of war, not love — if he can even call it as such, knowing this word only in one language, nonexistent in the other. Any previous endeavours were always clumsy, frustrating; at least now he’s aware of that, slightly more confident while getting close to someone’s body.

Your state, however? Unimaginable.

It’d be simply impossible to make you that satisfied in a short amount of time and he doesn’t believe that you’d be that much more sensitive than any of his past lovers either. So, where lies the difference? Is it in your eyes that glance at him between fluttering lashes, shiny from tears and with pupils blown wide to cover the colour of your irises almost whole? Do you see in him something more than anyone else? That makes him flinch, bedazzled and iffy at being perceived even through your barely responsive consciousness.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t want to part with your pussy because it feels so good keeping his fingers nestled inside — a warm hug of your slippery walls. He swallows a knot in his throat and eventually withdraws, staring at your opening as it contracts briefly before the climax dwindles entirely. His jaw stays slack with amazement at the glistening surface that welcomes him — swollen, slightly parted around the entrance dripping slick from his relentless pumping. A vision that will haunt him every night before sleep unless he somehow manages to tell you that he needs you more than he’s willing to admit; that he wants to do this again. Then he does it, leans forward once again. Your core throbs tiredly when he brings his mouth right against your sensitive clit.

“Mydei, enough!”

He kisses you there just once, a long-lasting suckle. “Now it’s enough.”

You let out a breathy laugh, weakly fiddling with his hair in amusement. You barely register what is happening anymore until he starts trailing upward; he can only purr once your hands grab him by the neck and pull him up, eager to smooch those lips covered in your own essence.

And here it is again, the sudden urge that hits him when he realises how willingly you cling to him right away after the deed. You wrap your arms around him, holding tight as you both roll sideways on the fluffy carpet before sinking anew into the pillows and silken sheets. Mydei breaks the kiss just to nuzzle into your collarbone and you whisper something similar to ‘I love you’. Although he didn’t hear it clearly, he will not bother asking for clarification.

“I’ll leave you a good memory…” He whispers back with his golden eyes meeting yours as he embraces you closer and settles comfortably on the side to not squish you with his weight.

“Just one?” You pout. “Can I ask for more?”

“Mhm.” He’s thankful you understand what he’s unable to say out loud. Except that he’s more and more desperate to overcome that abstract shyness because it’s humiliating that he’s more scared to whisper in your ear that he wants to bed you than to speak in front of the entire Kremnoan Detachement. “But not right now.”

“Yes, not right now. I feel like falling asleep…” You hum with satisfaction and yawn softly, brushing a few stray locks of his hair behind his ear.

He wants you to fall asleep in his arms, looking at you almost pleadingly after he nearly melts against your palm when it touches his temple. Your fingertips dance through the sharp curves of his features — cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose bridge and back to his lips where they pause for a second, letting him brush a brief peck on them. A sigh leaves his mouth while he holds you tighter as he puts his head on top of yours. The sound makes your heart ache when he mumbles another unclear statement and you’re too dazed to translate his language.

If there ever existed a moment without his worries and legacy weighing heavy on him, that would be now — watching Kephale’s sun gleam at the first morning hour with you still sleeping safe in his arms, cuddled on his chest.

Maybe he will tell you one day that you remind him of his dearest friend…

⊹ PAPA #1 : AVENTURINE

“𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.. 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎.”

⊹ aventurine would have twins, one girl one boy! (one of each wow) he would have a little princess along with a little prince! let me tell you, he was so excited when he finally got to hold his little younglings. he loves both of his kids sm, he probably cried during their births and held each of them, snuggling their small bodies against his chest (stop.)

“my darling.. thank you for this beautiful gift you gave us. you did so good.”

⊹ aventurine would bring his kids to work if you were too busy, and he still does! when they were still very tiny, aventurine would bring his little daughter and little son to work, taking great pride in his little ones as he brags about them to topaz and everyone else! sometimes his workers would see him walking with two little ones on each hand, his little ones singing a happy song while he nodded along and spun her and her brother around <3

his little ones are shy so, sometimes they’d hide behind his leg whenever aventurine spoke to anyone, with his hand on both of their heads (enough.)

⊹ aventurine’s little ones are literally copy paste of him, they both have his beautiful eyes, his hair, and copy his mannerisms! your genes did NOT fight when it came to them gn.. but don’t worry! your kids inherited some of your traits personality wise i’m sure.

“look, baby.. they have the same eyes as me.”

⊹ aventurine couldn’t be more thankful to be blessed with twins, sometimes he’d stare at his little ones and start tearing up, wondering how he helped you create something so pure. after the many challenges and hardships of his life, he finally got what he wanted most, love and his own family to care for. “papa? why are you crying?” his son blurted, glancing towards his sister before they both hugged their father, earning a chuckle from him as he sniffled.. holding both of them against him.

aventurine wiped the tears that left his pretty eyes, caressing his son’s cheek, and then his daughter’s, “nothing nothing.. i’m just so happy to be your father.”

⊹ PAPA #2 : DR RATIO

“𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄’ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.“

⊹ dr ratio would have three daughters, three little daughters to protect and also three little daughters who would sass him daily + humble him as karma for him being so mean to everyone else! it’s okay, he lets them <3 he loves them so much, he wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else!

“daddy your bed hair looks bad today!” one of his little princesses would say, he merely blinked in disbelief “who’s teaching you all these things, hm?” he said in a low yet soft tone. “you, daddy!” she answered

⊹ dr ratio is a strict father, but not overly strict. he would be strict with his daughters education, but he means well.. he just wants them to do good and follow their dreams! he would help them do their homework, projects, and help them practice things they’ll struggle at! he’s (more) patient with his three princesses than most and teaches them about all sorts of things

⊹ dr ratio who has a soft spot for you and his little ones, both of you are his pride and joy.. the light of his life. i’m sure when his daughters were still itty bitty tiny babies, he soothes or tries to calm his daughters down during fussy times by trying to make them laugh by putting on that dumb mask he always wore, and it would work! his daughters would giggle, grabbing his face as they nuzzled their noses against his (enough guys)

“you look stupid.” you chuckled, leaning against his arm while you held the other two girls in your arms. he would raise a brow as he shot a quick yet soft glare at you, pulling his daughter closer as he patted her back. “well, our daughter thinks otherwise.”

⊹ dr ratio would scare away any boy away with no problem LMAO when his daughters get older, and y’know.. they’re all having crushes or what not, he would easily scare them away! you scold him at times, telling him to give the boys a chance! he’s strict with who would date his daughters. despite this, he means well. he just doesn’t want his little princesses to get in any toxic or horrible relationships! he really does mean well :(( but sometimes.. his logic can be so strange

“i told you, that boy is not good for you.” he kept his arms crossed, staring at his daughter with a firm gaze.

“but dad! all he did was give me a hug!”

“that’s why he’s not good for you. he’s touching my daughter.”

⊹ PAPA #3 : ARGENTI

“𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎?“

⊹ argenti would have a son, maybe he’ll have more coming but a son will do for now <3 because of his constant travels, despite this, he had no knowledge of your pregnancy.. because he soon departed a few weeks prior you found out about the baby within you, leaving you alone. the labour was painful, you almost lost your life from how difficult it was without anyone by your side to soothe you except for the nurses. he wouldn’t find out you had a son until he returned to you one day, shocked to see a newborn baby nestled comfortably in your arms.. wrapped in a cozy blanket. “i.. apologize my love, i cannot stay long.” he murmured, trying to touch your shoulder but you pulled away from him :(( because of his accidental negligence, miscommunication would happen as you figured he just didn’t wanna raise the baby with you. you held the baby tight against your arms, trying your best not to tear up.

“.. no, it’s okay. i understand. i’m.. sorry for being a burden to you,”

“wait, my love.. i’m not leaving you completely.. i’m just—“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you turned, walking off

⊹ argenti would be filled with deep regret when he found out you thought of yourself as a burden, he knew he was selfish with his choices.. choosing to depart just one more time instead of helping his wife raise his own fresh and blood. because of his decisions, he probably never got to see his son grow out of infancy, making their relationship nonexistent. he knew you had done nothing wrong bearing his child, especially when it was through the love between you both that helped the child be conceived. this only made him want to prove himself to you oncd and for all, returning.. determined to give the love he failed to provide for both you and his son.

⊹ argenti smiled bitterly as son was now a three years old as he missed so many things.. his son’s first steps, first words.. he could no longer remain silent in the face of despondency that you seemed to hold within your precious heart he broke. you had carried his son in your womb for nine months without his knowledge, enduring the rigours of pregnancy and labour by yourself. you had done nothing wrong, and he was very much in love with you.. and loved his son deeply. he was determined to reconnect with you.

“i promise, my love.. i’m deeply sorry. i won’t turn a blind eye to you ever again. please, tell me anything that’s on your mind from now on, please give me another chance to deem myself worthy of your love.

⊹ argenti was a completely different man as he tried his absolute best to live the life he would’ve lived if he wasn’t so busy, spending time with his son and you. taking his son out on adventures and late night walks, teaching him about the worlds outside of the one they lived in now, he loves and cherishes his son.. of course. he just hoped that maybe one day, his son would love him enough to call and consider him his father.

“you see those? those three stars.. are me, you, and your mother.” argenti spoke softly, chuckling when his son nodded eagerly, nuzzling against him

⊹ PAPA #4 : SUNDAY

“𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.. 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍.“

⊹ sunday would have two kids, a daughter and a son just like him and his sister robin! but, instead of his son being older, his daughter is older! <3 sunday’s kids are either a copy of you and him there is no in between i swear. his two kids definitely inherited one thing from him though, his little wings by his ears <3 when you gave birth his children, his heart almost melted at the sight of their teeny tiny little wings protruding from their little heads, knowing it’ll grow the same size as his one day!

“my wings.. they have my wings.”

⊹ sunday would most definitely use his wings to play peekaboo with his babies when they were young, and they would always make them laugh (stop) sometimes he’d be left alone with them both and if they grew fussy, he would start playing peekaboo with his wings trying his best to calm down his little ones :(( sometimes you’d catch him playing peekaboo with his little ones, letting his wings cover his eyes and then reopening them :,3 it’s so adorable!

⊹ sunday is overprotective over his kids, let’s just make that clear. because of what happened to their aunt robin, he doesn’t want anything to happen to them too. sunday has cameras everywhere, he even hired bodyguards to guard his children and their rooms all day long, i’m sure he never even revealed to the public that he even had kids, to prevent them from getting a target put on their backs from dangerous things :(( he really does worry abt his babies

“my children.. where did my children go off to?”

“they’re with your wife, sir sunday.” ooh. he felt a relief rush through him when the bodyguard said those words.

⊹ sunday who’s one chill dad, sure he can be overbearing sometimes but he’s willing to give his little darlings the freedom and childhood they needed, not rushing them into things. he provides them with a good education, plays with them, and is overall present in their lives.. letting him disturb him and trash his office while he goes on important meeting calls or work on papers (LMAO)

⊹ PAPA #5 : BOOTHILL

“𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄..”

⊹ boothill would most definitely have a daughter, a daughter who is nothing but the newest light in his life! although, labour was a shock to him.. you squeezed his hand so tight he almost thought his metal hands and fingers were gonna fall apart LMAO ++ boothill never thought about family life much, but when you both had your daughter.. he fully committed his life to being a good husband to you and fully committed to taking good care of his little princess! his little girl would probably inherit his sharp teeth, often nibbling and biting him gently in her early years of being a toddler (LOL)

“what the— darlin’! do you see this?! our lil’ girl is biting me!”

⊹ boothill would kinda be the most childish and unserious dad ever, he takes cheesy photos and he would post them on his social media of his family and his daughter. but no, not just ordinary pictures, pictures of him and his little princess on a random horse in the hot sun! like just imagine, him holding his little princess while he has a piece of wheat in his mouth, posing for the camera and posting it (LMAO)

“pose, darlin’ girl! show daddy those sharp teeth!” his daughter would smile with her big sharp teeth, posing with their new horse friend!! (boothill probably robbed it)

⊹ boothill who can only feel physical touch on his face, when his daughter was still a baby.. her little hands would touch his cheeks and giggle softly, earning a low chuckle from him while he blows on her belly, his little princess holding onto his soft locks (stop) his heart would melt every time his daughter would grab at his face, you and his daughter make him feel alive even :,3

⊹ boothill would try finding balances with the dangers of his occupation and as a father + husband. he really does try to balance everything out and be there for you and his daughter. he wants you to know that you both are his number one priority and he wouldn’t trade you both for anything else.

“daddy loves you very much. you know that right?” he carried his daughter around as she blew bubbles with her mouth, giggling and speaking random gibberish. aeons, he can’t believe he helped make something so pure.

⊹ PAPA #6 : GALLAGHER

“𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

⊹ gallagher is definitely a family man. you guys can’t tell me otherwise, he probably has four darling kids (damn), three sons and one precious daughter! and let me say, he’s an excellent father to all his little ones <3 hope you had a fantastic time popping all of them out! (LMAO) he would help you all throughout your pregnancy.. making food for you, everything! he would let you heal while he changes all the diapers, etc! (he loves u sm)

⊹ gallagher who makes sure he treats you with love and care, often doing cheesy things with you infront of his kids as they go “ewww!” and everything like that :,3 whether it be giving flowers to you on valentine’s day, setting up dramatic anniversary celebrations, buying you gifts, giving you kisses, etc! this man loves you a lot and he would do anything cheesy with you infront of his kids, he really wants them to grow up telling everyone that their parents were in love :(( he wants his beloved marriage with you to be a fragment of true love and influence the real aspects of marriage to his little ones <3

“ewwww! daddy why do you keep kissing mommy that’s gross!” his daughter spoke up as a chuckle left his throat, patting her head. “because i love your mother very much.. that’s why.”

⊹ gallagher who like i said, is such an excellent father. his parenting skills are UNMATCHED. he’s one of the most gentle and chill fathers out there! he would serve as a guide and teacher to his four darlings, teaching them all they needed to know and he would most definitely teach his three sons how to treat a lady right, and treat their future partners the same as they treat their mother and sister, with respect! i’m sure he’ll also teach his little girl to be confident and independent!

⊹ gallagher is the type of dad who would make dad jokes often, and sometimes he’s the typa dad that would embarrass his little ones infront of their friends or future partners! he’s just a silly dad who loves and cherishes his kids a lot!

“dad.. those jokes aren’t even funny.” his son raised a brow

“hm? you don’t think my jokes are funny? i figured they were.. what are you talking about?”