これは永遠の恋だ

He's the most in-demand man in the Red Force; without him, emperor Shanks wouldn't be the man he is, and the crew never stops reminding him of it. "Hey Becks, the cannon's busted", or "Beck, we need more flour", or "Beck, we're out of anesthesia and the cap'n fainted", or the occasional "Beeecks, we're being bombarded, looks like a whole Marine fleet out there". But none of it moves him. Not when you're talking to him. His eyes stay on yours, and his lips never tighten around his cigarette in a pull of impatience.

"Alright darlin', don't you worry. As soon as we make port we'll find you another dress in your size, aye?" he says once you're done.

"Thank you, Becks."

"Anytime, love," he rasps, winking at you in that way that always makes you giggle

"Beeeeecks!!!" Someone wails desperately behind him.

"Give me a sec, alright love?" He smiles, thick fingers tapping you lightly under the chin to ask for your forgiveness. "These lot won't leave me alone."

"Of course, Becks."

His smile holds just long enough before he turns to find Yasopp looking at him with apologetic eyes.

hmm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, alright let's discuss this. you're the one getting pregnant outside chalk/alchemy/adoptive means btw don't think about it too much

; not proofread, baby trapping (?)

with how arduous the creation process of durin's human body was, as much as he wants 2340249 chalk babies, albedo will have to settle for three homunculus kids. as established, the first child is for baby trapping purposes. however, their appearance leans too much on him, so the second chalk child is intentionally edited to resemble you more :) how romantic! and because there were still leftover materials, he managed to create his last child. he expects you to love them all equally, though he wouldn't mind if you favored the firstborn a little more.... not because they resemble him, not at all. grandmother rhinedottir sends her congratulations from up celestia and uncle durin visits them as often as possible :)

wanderer only has one child. it's impossible to create a puppet child via craftsmanship now that irminsul has burned down, so you'd have to procreate with him as other humans usually do. despite doubting some of his functions since he's a puppet, wanderer agreed regardless. and perhaps blessed by the shade of life, you end up conceiving -- he has never felt more human the way he did at that moment. the creation of life... something he had a hand in, that's a miracle. he never knew a puppet like him could do such thing. he treasures his child dearly, mini durin was a great test run because now he'll be a full-fledged parent, although you'd need to calm him down because he's too overprotective.

while not every creation of hers is referred to as her child, rhinedottir's creations are all your children. as such, it's... uncountable. bakunawa, the killed subject two, albedo, dragonspine durin, the alternate version of durin that's technically your nephew, sebas whom also doubles as a pet cat slash butler, and more... she just never stops creating, and you never stop caring for these creations as if you birthed them yourself. each time a rifthound gets slain by the golden-haired traveler, your heart aches, and you dearly miss bakunawa, despite the creature biting off rhinedottir's arm once. children have their rebellious phases, too! it's your job as their mother to care for them all, though, just like rhinedottir, albedo is your uncontested favorite.

lohen's one and only adoptive child is prune, but he's open to more. this feisty child takes up all your energy just looking after her, so you reject his teasing proposals of getting you pregnant. no, absolutely not, and prune agrees with you. there's no need for one more when she's right here! she's greedy with your affection just like her father, and she's doing just fine as an only child. why introduce an ugly (because they'll have lohen's genes) baby to the world? hmph! she's calling forth the help of those old hag witches to concoct an 'anti-baby' (her words) tea for you to drink.

surtalogi only has one, and they primarily exist to be your leash. your heart is too soft even now, and he uses it to his full advantage. not only will you two watch him destroy planets in real-time, you'll also enjoy it :/ his ideas of family bonding time aren't exactly the best, so you must put your foot down and encourage him to make a quick stop on a tourist-heavy planet for a wonderful picnic. you're the one actively parenting your sole child, but he sometimes chimes in via 'how to destroy planets' teaching methods and 'i see potential in you' compliments. yay, you suppose...

dainsleif has two, both born after the cataclysm and raised in a loving home... even if said home is somewhat cut off from the rest of the world. it's a small, unknown corner of teyvat's land that not many people would enjoy living in (the main city is too far away, wild monsters roaming about, etc.) but dainsleif is nothing if not a competent father. amazing house building skills (where did he learn that?) aside, he routinely clears out the monsters around the area to ensure his children's lives are comfortable. he disappears for a day or two once a year to tackle abyss shenanigans with his two friends (traveler and paimon), but he never stops babbling about his spouse and children back home, trust.

vedrfolnir has three, partly because he foresaw dainsleif having two kids, and he has this one-sided competition to beat him by having one more. a bit petty, but they make for a lively bunch. the abyss is normally devoid of life, and hilichurls who believe him to be their god aside, vedrfolnir has carved out an area where they won't be affected. although, considering they're a sinner's offspring, they're probably unaffected or in tune with abyss just as he is, the only one to really worry after here is you -- all delicate and teeming with life. he teaches them to never let you explore the abyss, and they take this task seriously. his own little bodyguards... poopyfolnir.

hroptatyr has five... each one a shoutout to his fellow sinners LMAOOOOOO. there's rhinedottir jr., rerir jr., vedrfolnir jr., and... he jests ^^ he would never name them that. in truth, they're named after the notable flora you researched back in the universitas, a little homage to the life you once lived, you know? very thoughtful of him. he encourages them to foster your love for research because that's kind of a universitas throwback, okay dad of the year...?

thinking of khaenri'ah courting customs involving the men's capes ><

eftirvit already has a huge frame, but when he lends you his cape after a particularly rainy excursion at the surface, the abundance of black, starry fabric nearly drowns you whole. it's much more embarrassing too, since this gesture usually means that the man is expressing interest in the other party, but... >< that can't be. your senior, eftirvit, is simply looking out for you, and there's nothing else lying around that could shield you from rain pellets. simply impossible -- he would never look at you in a million years; you're just a measly new researcher in the universitas, whereas he's the vice president... you're not worthy. not worthy at all. while you're too busy psyching yourself into believing the complete opposite of his nonverbal flirt, even flusteredly nuzzling your head deeper into the fabric, eftirvit is patting himself on the back for finally making a move. the next step from here on out is to pluck out some inteyvats for you... khaenri'ah's love master.

2334020 billion things wrong with rerir's head, but being a gentleman is not one of them... towards you, at least. as if the wild hunt hands aren't chivalrous enough already, the owner himself outdoes them in their own field. why, he utilizes the crimson cape he has to shield you during battle, and while out in the wild, he uses it as a makeshift blanket solely for you. he can sleep on the ground. the blades of grass are absolutely nothing to him. his cape is dear to him because it helps you so much -- and also because he still clings to the cultural belief that protecting someone using a cape means that the person will find them again in the following life. something something tied fates and crossed destinies -- not that he cares.... (he does).

I don’t know if Dottore created his younger versions of himself too, but just imagine him manipulating you with them. You love them because they are, obviously, more innocent and a bit softer than their adult selves. You often coddle the youngest because he’s just so cute, so sensitive, and sometimes you wonder if his child will look like that too. Not that you’ll ever say it aloud, and not that Dottore has any real desire for children either. His younger segments bring him enough headaches whenever they start to fight among themselves, so it might be a very last resort. If ever.

Imagine you’re having a huge argument with him one day. Maybe the unethicality of his experiments has affected you too much, maybe it’s his busy schedule, or maybe it’s his overall cold and condescending attitude. You want to break up with him, only for Dottore to guilt-trip you. He tells you that it’ll surely break his younger segments’ hearts. And his, of course, but he won’t really tell you that. Not to mention, you won’t be able to meet them anymore. Don’t you care about the little Zandik’s feelings? He loves you so much, you know. You’re like a mother or sister figure to him, so it’ll be a shame if you separate from him.

This kind of manipulation isn’t something that Dottore uses often, or likes to do. Threats usually work just fine for other people, but the problem is, you’re not just any other people. You’re special. You’re his girlfriend; the only one aside from Pantalone and his segments who can tolerate him for so long, even dating him. And besides, he’s not lying when he said that your separation will definitely impact the younger segments. Your affection has lowered their guard, just like how it has thawed his cold heart, so they considered you as one of them.

You’re theirs.

Leave it to him to inspire me to write again. Contain some spoilers so proceed with caution!

Was it wrong to pray for your husband to die quickly so you could be free?

Many people would say yes. Many people would say that you were being a bad wife for wishing that. Many people would say that you should be grateful that a rich man like Feofan even took an interest in you in the first place. But not many people had been a mad scientist’ victim who reluctantly married their ‘savior’ for the sake of a better life.

remembering how badly capitano was affected by the curse of immortality, i'm thinking of you staying intact purely because of the ring given to dainsleif which he uses on both you and him. this can also lead to yanfolnir but i digress. this arrangement has worked for several centuries, facing many tribulations and nights missing khaenri'ah together, that dainsleif grows so used to your presence. his homesickness is cured the moment you begin reminiscing out loud, he concedes to your proposals of visiting leyline anomalies for research, and he... sleeps close to you at night, just to make sure you're not cold, of course.

there's nothing wrong with the close relationship he has with you. it's sweet, actually. but then you meet the traveler, the now abyss prince(ss)'s sibling, and you're so... insistent on traveling with them and paimon. dainsleif stupidly thinks that this adventurous spirit you suddenly have is a one-time thing, making him agree and stay in the background while you gasp at the sights you've already seen before. you visited fontaine with dainsleif a decade before, what makes now any different?

then he feels it; the stretching distance that exists between you and him. it's like he's back in khaenri'ah again, jealously watching from behind a pillar as the summoned golden savior comes up with nonsensical topics just to keep their conversation going with you. yet right now in their place is their sibling, and you're still... the apple of dainsleif's eye.

the ring feels cold on his palm.

lately, you've been pestering him about 'permanently joining the traveler's party' but dainsleif, in good faith, cannot allow that. it's always been you and him. why are you so quick to throw that away now?

eustass: he’d definitely wake up with your foot in his face, your body at the end of the bed, cuddling his legs instead of his body. “What the fuck man, again?” He’d huff to himself and spend a few minutes prying your body away from his legs and leave a firm pat on your thigh, warning you to not do that shit again but it happens. Every. Single. Night.

doflamingo: you were a clingy woman, and doffy loves that about you. He was a possessive man, even as you slept, and kept a firm hand on your ass as your legs were tangled in his, your mouth open, taking a bite out of his neck??? He’d wake up wincing, then grin at the sight of you. “Do that conscious, brat.” He’d huff, pushing your face away. Then, missing you, he’d pull you closer and let you resume whatever the hell it was that you were doing to his poor neck.

law: finger up his nose, foot up his ass, mouth biting his cheek, law would grumble and complain but he never complained to you about it. “Y/N-ya, you’ve done it again.” He wanted you close, so close, that you’d wake up thinking you were being suffocated by someone when in reality, it was your hot hunk of a husband who looked like some failure of a drug-dealer turned doctor. He was such a nerd, you love him.

Imagine you start getting used to Rerir’s otherness and eventually convince him to roleplay with you for fun. Like imagine him playing the damselled princess while you get to be the evil pirate king with maybe his Wild Hunt monsters acting as your crew.

Although I think he’d probably want some roleplay sessions to end in sex because his libido is still pretty high and the more “human” part of him remembers how easily these story tropes can be used for smut.

wanderer's grown as soft as the clouds. like branches shaking off snow that befalls them, he's come to accept you; to carve a place out of his puppet body to make room - a space big enough to leave a large, gaping wound should you up and leave. he says he's not in love with you, so contrary to the interlocked hands swinging back and forth like a pendulum as you ask him about his recent ventures in vahumana. you once told him you wanted to know everything about the good, bad, ugly, filthy, secretive, and beautiful that composed him whole. he had scoffed, of course, kept his cards close to his chest with his short, snappy replies and vulnerabilities even closer. nowadays, he tends to prattle your ears off until the sun dips and rises once more, and even then, you encourage him to talk even more. his thesis left unattended in favor of indulging your company, hours bleed into days; time rendered indiscernible when his mind is rattled by you.

can obsession be as welcoming as the doorway of home? can it be as warm as chazuke? he asks himself these questions often. it's not like he's trying to be better, to improve his tendency to be possessive. after all, if anything, you chose him. you picked out the jail of irminsul branches and puppt cores and chose him out of your violation.

to make the continuous decision of picking him day after day; he had never known love could turn out like this until you.

the moon reflects it with clear tranquility on the water; the affection of the trilune goddess columbina. she used to wonder what lies at the end of her journey after reaching her moon; would there be end credits like the fontainian films she's heard about? or nothing more than a footnote? it's neither. moon's surfaces are toiled, miles traveled while she surveys every inch, and kuuhenkis are transported from teyvat to help as she welcomes your new home as well. teyvat is much too noisy, and while she appreciates the symphony it brings to her ears, sometimes all columbina truly wants to hear is your voice, nothing else. grass and flowers sprout from the moon's surface, and with it, a nod of approval from her. this is enough to welcome you; any more details to be added will come from your personal touches. this moon is yours just as much as it is hers.

stars hanging from the firmament like fairylights, the massive globe that you both call teyvat, and nothing but vast lands of the moon up ahead is the epitome of life. columbina once thought it to be a far-off dream, a dying wish of a nameless one like her to bring you to the moon, but nothing assures her more than your laugh as you marvel at the gravity here. you look beautiful, the last puzzle piece completing a picture.

this is home. no - you are her home. here in the moon or down in teyvat, if you're with columbina, then that too is home. she now possesses the strength to combat even fate itself should it try to pry you away from her gentle hands.

vedrfolnir is both distant and near. submerged and on shore. holding your hand and yet his eyes are so distant it's miles away. he can't help it; he truly can't. every second spent with you feels like he's running on borrowed time, a dreading sensation he can't quite place nor try to run away from. it's intangible yet persistently chips away at his sanity, a slow spreading virus with the one goal to ruin the life he's yet to fully live through. his grip on your hand grows tighter, eyes still staring at someplace you can't comprehend, when he asks if you will always love him. of course, you say, squeezing his hand back. he blinks at that, four-pointed star eyes finally coming back to you when he questions, even with the passage of time? - glimpses of the future leave him restless. at times like these, you tend to close his eyes before wrapping your arms around his frame. a blanket of safety that always calms him down. the insignia on his chest feels heavy even if you're the one resting on top of it. you can only wonder the weight he carries now.

they say time wanes love, but vedrfolnir stays headstrong in his belief that his love for you and your love for him are the one true exceptions to this. living in the present yet worrying about the future is of little consequence, not when every vision further validates vedrfolnir's ideal reality; you are with him. he is with you. he is near, present, and there.