Travesty (Eldritch Creature) x Anonymous Reader (sfw)
[Beep boop, a bit of a sadder / darker short from me here. Feeling a bit low, and got inspired to introduce a 1 (x1) of my mister red flags. For those who enjoy darker romance stuff I hope you enjoy. ( uvu ) Warning for a protagonist dealing with depression, and a horrible man. ]
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It was almost comforting, the cloistering feeling of suffocation. The room tilted and moved like a slow constellation while you lay stationary, face turned to the ceiling. You could get up, take a shower, have some tea, sleep, read a book, sleep, talk to a friend,
sleep,
sleep,
sleep.
Sleep the day away, sleep away the weeks, the months. Sleep away yourself, until there's nothing left. You blink as the thoughts pool unwanted, unwarranted into the private silent dialog. Then that taste is upon the air, in the back of your throat. Sweet, but with an underlying bitter after taste. Your fuzzy gaze on the ceiling light overhead clears, like a cameras lens focusing.
From the ceiling to the room, that lens does a slow perusal of the space. Your gaze freezing to focus on something on the bed. One blue and black striped tendril coming up from underneath your bed. It moves slow, inch by inch, until you can feel it curl around an ankle. Knee raising, you give a half-hearted jerk.
The bed cushions get softer, softer, and you sink further and further down. More tendrils begin to wave from above, slow and mesmerizing, as if you were underwater.
"Go away." You whisper.
"Ah, but how could I ignore such a siren song?" Soft clicking, clicking into your ear as syllables are parsed through a porcelain jaw. Eyes screwing up tight, you kick again, but find the mobility hindered as tendrils begin creeping up your legs.
"Get off," Comes from your lungs like a sigh. A gloved hand and forefinger gently coax your head to turn to look into a hollow face. A tear drop mask white pale blue cheeks leans over you. His thumb stroking your cheek, slow and methodical.
"I couldn't stay away," He whispers conspiratorially, mouth cracking open in a whisper of a smile.
"You didn't try very hard." You whisper back, you feel heavier with every breathe. Waterlogged down with apathy and getting heavier by the moment. He tsks at you, smoothing a kiss unto your brow before releasing your chin. He stretches one leg over you, and you flinch as he settles onto your hips like a dead weight.
"You're courting sadness my dear," His voice so silken, so soothing, as the mattress of the bed continues to bow, the side stretch up tower above. Leaving you ensnared in Travesty's wake. "And sadness is a very demanding lover."
[It's been a hot minute since I wrote a short silly thing 🫀 I hope you guys enjoy more Heli and a very clownee pov. For those who don't know him, I added links to his pervious story!]
Heliodor Part I ♡ Heliodor Part II
“Sure! Okay!” You chirp.
Heliodor had moved around you, stalking to the exit. Yet your words make him freeze and he slowly swivels his head to look back at you. His eyes shift from their usual solid gold glow to focus in. They become thin gold rings with target crosshair pupils.
“What did you just say?” He rumbles softly.
You back up as he turns back around to face you.
“Uh. sure, okay?”
He puts his arms behind his back and leans forward, glowering. “Oh. No. I need you to promise me you won’t get into trouble. Because I have known you long enough that when you say those words, you are going to do the exact opposite of what I say.”
You point to yourself looking bewildered. “I’ve done that?”
Heliodor’s eyes narrow further “Your word.” he grates.
“I promise I won’t get into any trouble?” You supply nervously.
He watches intently, eyes darting back and forth to gauge your expression, as if he was trying to scour your mind. He straightens up and growls, snapping around in a precise about face.
Heliodor stomps out into the hallway and the thick metal door closes with a thunk. Once he is gone and you are sure you are alone, you look around the empty space, a grin scrawls across your face.
“... It’s not trouble, it’s called escaping.” You announce to the empty room. “And I definitely will be doing that.”
It didn’t go quite as planned.
You found yourself once again backed into a corner with Commander Heliodor looming above you.
“Does giving your word mean nothing to organic beings?” He paces back and forth, “Does your kind even have a sense of honor installed into your systems?”
You raise a finger, “I promised I wouldn’t get into trouble, Escaping isn’t trouble for me. It’s probably better for me even.” Your lips suck in like you tasted a lemon as he looks at you. You find a spec of dirt on the wall to be very interesting at that moment.
You can hear his systems whirring as he gets closer, your eyes popping but you continue to study that wall in utter fascination. Ah, the beautiful monotonous grey, that one smudge of dirt. It’s like art really. How would you ever find anything more beautiful than this dingy wall?
Peeling your gaze away, you reluctantly look up at him. Oof you wished you had kept your eyes locked on the wall. He was caging you in, his torso bent forward so his head was just a foot above yours. You could reach out and poke his helmet right now. Your brain weighs the option. Fantasizing what that would be like. You would slowly reach a finger out, poke him between the eyes and say in a soft high voice “boop” and then you are pretty sure you’d be mauled to death afterwards.
“Ah, haha. Well you see. It’s not my fault you underestimated me?” You tap your fingers together and lips part in an attempt to give your best innocent smile, blinking cutely.
One of his glowing eyes flickers and he reaches down. You squeak as you are hauled off the floor by the back of your shirt. You cough as the collar of it tightens around your neck. “H-hey!” With feet dangling off the ground, you try not to flail at the sudden lack of anything beneath them.
“Yes… my mistake. Let’s rectify this, shall we?” His voice holds a smooth dangerous tone.
“Uh. I mean. Do we have to? You could just p-put me back in my own cell.”
“Oh no.” Heli croons, turning around with you dangling like a kitten. “As you said. I must have underestimated you. Let’s not make that same mistake twice~”
You laugh nervously before giving a small breathy “Oh…” Carted down the hall as if you weighed nothing, jeez this machine is strong. A part of you is terrified your shirt is going to rip and you're going to face-plant on the cold metal floor. It’s a long way down from up here.
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It was a hazy morning, mist clung heavily in the air creating pockets that rendered the surrounding woods almost invisible. Trees were dulled back into faint blue-grey shadows. You sat on the porch, creaking back and forth on a tan woven rocking chair. The chill kept out of your fingers with a cup of hot tea. If the fog continues to be this all encompassing, you might be able to spend more time outside today than you had originally hoped. You blow over the rim of the piping hot mug before taking a tentative sip. Feet sliding up to the rest on tiptoe before arching back down as the chair rocks forwards again.
There was almost imperceptible movement that wavered at the treeline. Your heart plunges into your shoes, and just like that, the calm quiet morning evaporates. You stand up, slowly, cautiously moving towards the door. Your fist raises and raps a tentative sequence of knocks onto the wood, before you turn your full attention back to the woods that surround you. You can see a shape moving through the mist, the form flickers in and out of clarity but you can track a steady progression across your property line. You set your mug down onto the railing and square your shoulders.
“Russell!” You bark, your words sounding harsh to your ears. To your relief, the figure jumps, at first the dampened shape turns to look at you, considering their options before slowly moving closer to the house. As the man appears, the too wide smile set into his grizzled face makes your stomach lurch.
“Well hey there, good mornin’ I had one of my trail cams pick up something and I came to investigate. You don’t mind me taking a shortcut through your property now, do you?”
You cross your arms tightly, doing your best to stand tall despite the full body tremble. “Russell. I told you nicely, I didn’t give you permission to step foot on my land, hunting or otherwise. I don’t care what your excuse is. If I find you sneaking around my property, I am going to call the police.”
The mask of pleasantries slips, the fake smile he had plastered onto his face becomes a snarl. He spits on the ground, “I ain’t hurting nothin! This land has been on a hunting lodge for decades, why my old friend-“
“I don’t care.” Your body shakes like your skin is going to fall off your bones but your voice remains neutral. He tries to talk over you but you continue on. “Russell, I do not care. I do not care. If I see you on my property, I will call the police. This is your last warning. Period.”
“You’re a self entitled bitch! You know that?” His voice lashes out like a knife, “You’re just some ignorant little brat, that doesn't know the first rule about living out here.” Your back straightens up, and your eyes narrow. Your arms go slack, one hand grabbing your phone from your back pocket. You don’t respond but start to punch in the number of the local police station.
“Alright, alright! No need to be sensitive. I’ll go!” You don’t respond, keeping your phone in hand and watching his back disappear back into the treeline, his figure swallowed up by the mist. You continue to stand sentinel, waiting to see if you spot movement through the trees. Your organs feel as though they are crushing your stomach into a little ball. If he is waiting to see you go inside and then turn back around, you desperately want to wait him out. With the mist obscuring everything, he could easily move around your range of vision. He would try too, if he thought he could get away with it. Picking his words out of your mind feels like you're picking out shards of glass.
“Go away.” You mutter under your breath. “You aren’t wanted here, go away. Why can’t you go find something else to obsess about, you trigger-happy maniac.”
With the sunshine slowly creeping into the branches of the trees your skin prickles with the anticipated itch of mosquito bites. A low nauseating hum by your ear causes a jerk, shaking your head and swatting at the air. You glare at the tree line, before pocketing your phone, snatching your mug off of the porch railing and retreating inside.
You step into a small but cozy foyer. Paintings of plant life and nature hang on the walls. A second cup of steaming tea is set beside an armchair on a small round table. In front of the cozy moss green chair, a book and blanket lay haphazardly strewn onto the floor.
The latch of the closet door slowly opens, and a shadow slowly creeps into the room. It stands in a hunch, a grey feather like cloak of wings pulled tightly around itself.
“It’s okay, he’s gone.” You hold out your hand and the crouched figure moves closer. The cloak shifting back slightly as a hand extends forward, it’s fingers threading with yours. The hand itself is encased in an exoskeleton, with segmented lines like a ball jointed doll. Another hand grasps your wrist and you are pulled into an embrace.
“It’s okay,” You soothe gently, the crouching entity curls itself around you. Their neck is a mantle of fluff that presses to your cheeks. Your hands sweep underneath their sides to hold them underneath their cloak like wings. “You’re safe, I have you.” You feel a tender tapping sensation on your temple from the antenna on the top of their head.
“You’re so tense.” A reedy voice murmurs above your head and your nod. Your eyes close, sinking into the comforting embrace.
“I am. That asshole has been waltzing through here again. Despite the fact I told him numerous times that he wasn’t welcome. I try to set a boundary and he acts like it doesn’t exist. I’m so scared I’m going to catch him out back one of these days with a gun and I…” You take a slow breath to stop the tumble of frantic thoughts. Once those start they will be near impossible to stop. “…I have been thinking it might be time to uproot and move again. It’s not safe anymore. I thought. I thought if we could just get far enough away people would leave us alone. I completely forgot about the probability of running into hunters and,” Heaving a loud exhausted sigh, your hands slide up to your face and you cradle your head. “I should have done more research. I didn’t realize this was an old hunting lodge with a man who was taking advantage of the empty property. Stupid, stupid.”
Hands settle onto your hips, while another set gingerly pulls your hands down. You look up into wide dark eyes that look as if they contained a galaxy of stars.
”It’s not your fault, if we have to move then we will.”
”I just want you safe.” You turn your body more, until the two of you are pressing tightly together. Your thumb absentmindedly running over the smooth glossy carapace of their thin fingers. “I just want you to be able to be outside and enjoy the world without feeling like you need to cower in the house all the time. It breaks my heart knowing that your world continues to get smaller and smaller and I can’t stop it.“ You hesitate, “would it be better if we went our separate ways?” The thought made your throat tight.
“I wouldn’t leave, even if you let me go.” The set of hands that had been on your hips rising, cool fingers dragging through your scalp in a soothing back and forth zigzag. ”We’ll think of something.”
“We’ll think of something,” You echo back, your voice a whisper of worry.
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There's something wrong behind my eyes. It snuck up on me unknowingly, one day I awoke to find strangeness so subtle that I struggled to describe it. Like waking up only to see what should be normal, now sitting slightly askew.
Something is noticably off, yet very hard to define what exactly is wrong.
I can't stop myself from constantly looking around, eyes glazing over trying to study the oddities until it's pattern shifts into clearer focus. At first it was hard to describe, and barely noticable. Yet the more that it's studied the more prominent it seems to become. There are fine veins of colorful static that is textured over what I see. I swear it's moving, like the snow on an empty television channel, or the ripples in a river. A constant stirring, swirling, the motion churns my stomach.
I think, I am beginning to see faces in those fine etched veins of color and abstract patterns. Bright apparitions of light, like the after flash of a camera hover in doorways and open spaces. I fear I have looked too deep into the static, and there is no way back for me anymore.
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A/N: so i wrote a thing to make myself feel better and tire out my brain enough to convince it to sleep. Enjoy!
Words: 1330
Content: Fluff? A dash of angst and a whoooole lotta comfort
No warnings! Just gooey nothing. <3
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“Shouldn’t you be minding your own business?” you scoff and continue typing away as the winged hero flits around you.
It’s the middle of the night. Three a.m. to be exact. And you’re sitting on your couch with your laptop, typing away furiously as the world inside your head cascades into living, breathing stories. The only light is the backlight off the screen, the sound of your fingers tapping away at the keys filling the silent apartment.
Well, they would be the only sound if it weren’t for this meddling pest.
“Me-ow~ Put your claws away, dove! I’m here on good terms.” he laughs and you stop typing to take a deep breath before turning your gaze to his.
Golden sunrises. Molten honey, gooey and brilliant in the morning light. A dawning era of shimmering sunlight. His eyes could inspire the dead to continue living, if he isn’t careful.
“I’m working, Hawks. My job might not be a job by your standards but it is by mine and I take it seriously.” you growl.
He just winks, fluttering over your couch to snag your laptop from your lap. He closes it gently- and annoyingly out of your reach- before he places it on top of your kitchen cupboards. Which, granted, isn’t that high up but you’d have to get a chair or ladder to climb up and grab it. And there’s no way that's happening before Hawks moves it or you back down.
Infuriating. That’s what this is.
“Do you purposefully ignore me when I talk or is there some kind of short circuit in your feathered, mushy brain that prevents your intelligence from going over a number too high for you to count?” you snap and he laughs, grinning as he lands on his feet across from you.
“It’s break time. You can work later.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“You’re not wrong but we’re not talking about me here, dovey.”
“Hawks.” you warn, your tone growing more agitated by the second.
“Come on, little bird!” he pleads, slowly lowering himself on his knees before you, gloved hands clasping in front of him like a begging child. “I wanna celebrate with you.”
“Celebrate what?” you bristle, body tensing.
“Your birthday, dearest.” he whispers, hands clasping yours before you can tear them away. “I know you hate it but I wanna make you love it. I wanna make you smile, baby bird. I wanna see your gleaming grin like the dawning sun across the sky!”
You swallow the bile rising in your throat, trying to take a few deep breathes before your chest grows too tight and you can’t focus on breathing anymore. You suppose you should have known better than to think he’d leave you alone on this day of all days but hey, a person can dream, yeah?
“Kiego,” you start, voice trembling and quiet. “I don’t think I can.”
“At least let me try?” he pleads, blinking innocently up at you before his hands find purchase on your hips. “Pretty please?”
He steadies himself on the floor, pressing his scruffy chin to your stomach. His blond hair is messy and tousled like it always is. It’s hard to keep any kind of neat style in place when he’s always fluttering around.
The unease in your veins isn’t easy to ignore and he watches your hesitation with a small pout.
“I wanna make happy memories with you.” he murmurs softly, pressing his lips to your bellybutton beneath your shirt as he nuzzles his face into your abdomen. “I want you to have good things to think of when you think of your birthday.”
You run your palm down your face, groaning inwardly at what you’re about to agree to.
“Nothing extreme.” you sigh and he perks up, eyes lighting up with a million bolts of energy at your words.
“Of course not!” he grins wildly. “I’ve got just the thing- low profile, not a lot of social interaction and it’s away from people!! It’s perfect, baby bird! I promise!”
You smile softly, unable to fight off his spreading cheer as you tug him to his feet. He wraps his arms around you completely, his warmth surrounding your body instantly. How long had you sat in the cold? Had it always been this chilly in the apartment? Or did you zone out to the point of forgetting to regulate your own body temperature?
It happens from time to time. You get so stressed your brain can only focus on one thing and it forgets everything else. Like breathing, from time to time. Hawks had been pretty shocked to find that out when you once gasped for air like your lungs depended on it and disrupted the silent evening the two of you had been having. He hadn’t forgotten it, either. It’s why he’s so attentive now- pulling you away from the guilt that locks you into work to quell the monster in your mind that tells you if you’re not doing anything that you’re a failure. That you’re useless. Nothing. Not even worth the space you take up.
Before the thoughts can creep back in, Hawks’ lips are peppering your face in kisses.
“I know that look.” he coos softly. “I’m right here, okay? You don’t have to listen to that liar in your head. And I’ll even let you get back to work after snack time! How long has it been since you’ve eaten?”
Eaten..? Had you eaten, at all?
“I… had a glass of water when I woke up to take my medications-”
“Alright, food asap, then.” he shrugs and waltzes over to the fridge. “I’m glad you remembered to take your medication, though.”
“The alarms you suggested I have turned on to remind me have been working.” you murmur quietly and sit on the floor, your back resting on the bottom cupboards door.
“Good, good. I use those when I need to remember to eat.”
“Have you eaten today?”
“Yeah, I met up with Endeavor earlier and convinced him to eat at this curry place with me. We should go sometime!” he smiles softly. “Are you in the mood for anything? I’m not a talented cook but I’ve been told I make a mean bowl of cereal.”
“Cereal’s fine.” you smile softly. “Thank you, Kiego.”
“The amount of money I would pay for you to keep saying my name like that will never, ever have a finite number.” he laughs, sighing contentedly. “Thank you for letting me take care of you, baby bird.”
“Thank you for caring?” you shrug with a nervous chuckle. “I’ve never been one to be cared for, honestly.”
“Well that changed the moment I swooped in and swept you off your feet.”
“Kiego you fell out of a two story building and landed on me. That’s not what that phrase means-”
“That is NOT how I remember it. I saved you from tripping.” he sways dramatically in a mocking remake of the action.
“Tripping over your ego, maybe.” you sneer but accept the bowl of cereal he’d so wonderfully prepared.
“I’ll get you some real food tomorrow.” he remarks softly, pulling out his phone to set a reminder for it. “And maybe actually get you out in the sun, you vampire.”
“The UV might be too much.” you dramatically groan. “I might perish.”
“I’ll be there to save you, dovey.” he coos and sits next to you on the floor as you start spooning cereal into your mouth. “I’ll always be here.”
“Thank you, Kiego.” you smile shyly, leaning your head on his shoulder. “But if you ever put my laptop out of my reach again, I’ll turn you into a roast chicken, got it?”
“Aye, aye, captain!” Hawks laughs and dispearses some of his smaller feathers to retrieve your laptop from the top of the cupboards. They float slowly down to you and place it in front of your feet before they brush against your cheek lovingly.
A/N:This was for my 300 follower event. An Anon requested Dabi and the number 9 (as from my post about it at the time). It’s more of a crack drabble than anything else at this point aha. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long but I hope this was worth it!! I went over so many different ideas and blurbs for it and finally settled on this version. I hope you enjoy!!
Word Count: 542
Warnings: Kinda OOC Dabi? Biting, for sure. That’s it.
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Nine.
He’s bitten you nine times.
Every last one left a mark.
They litter your skin in different areas- which is your only saving grace. There’s one on your ankle, another on your bicep, your collarbone, your shoulder, the back of your left thigh, one on the crest of your right hip, a small nip on the back of your left hand, an embarrassing one on your backside you’d really rather not talk about and the last one- his newest one- is on your right knee.
“Dabi!” you snap and lose control over your normally calm features, “Did you just bite me again?!”
“...No.”
“You liar!” you growl and yank your leg away from him.
You’d been sitting on the couch with him sitting in front of you on the floor. He brought your legs to hand over his shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down them soothingly. It was a calming, relaxing moment that you were more than happy to melt into until he ruined it. With a sharp nip at your knee, you catch the markings of his teeth still in your flesh.
You don’t honestly know what's wrong with him lately. His obsession is beyond your comprehension. It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him not to bite you. He does it anyway. And this week- in the past four days, to be exact- he’d bitten you nine times.
“Do I have to put a collar around your neck?” you sigh and wipe at the skin of your knee, soothing the area with careful strokes.
His teeth are annoyingly sharp but you don’t bother with commenting on it. You know he can’t help that fact- unless he’s sharpening them like a madman when you’re sleeping. If that’s the case then he’s impossible. Absolutely, one hundred and seven percent terribly impossible.
He turns from in front of you, kneeling up on his knees and resting his head against your left leg. His facial piercings press into your flesh and he flashes you a pout.
“You can’t honestly be mad at me.” he whines playfully, “It’s not my fault you’re so delicious~”
“Stop. Biting. Me.” you hiss and glare down at him.
“Alright.” he nods and runs his hands up your legs slowly. “I’m sorry…”
You untuck your legs from beneath you and let him direct them back over his shoulders. There’s a blush rising from your neck to your face as he’s closer to you in such a… strange position. His lips brush against the spot he bit apologetically, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin in a light butterfly kiss.
You can’t help but smile at him. He knows how to use his charm and it’s the bane of your existence. Of course you can’t be mad at him. He’s so loving and tender when it’s just the two of you. It’s hard to believe he would ever bite you. You know they say every rose has its thorn and if a little nibble here and there was the thorn you had to deal with, then so be it.
You run your hands through his hair, finger combing it back and out of his eyes as he meets your gaze.
OOO I EAGERLY ANTICIPATE THIS PIECE OF WRITING ❤️ i did not expect my thought-vomit to prompt anything but i am happy 😊😊 -musicalanon
Hi Musicalanon!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s not a whole lot but I hope you enjoy it!!! ^^
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Dabi’s gained an obsession with your stomach. Ever since the baby bump has started to become more defined, he’s zoned in on the area. Drawing lazy, endless patterns with his fingertips, a gentle palm pressing into the round shape as you sleep in his arms.
There are times you catch him cooing soft and comforting phrases to it when he thinks you’re asleep, pressing gentle kisses to the skin. He detests any clothing that keeps your stomach away from him- and often you’ll just end up rolling the hem of your shirt up to appease him.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re excited.” you laugh as you lean against him on the couch.
He pulled you into his chest a while ago, lining your legs with his own, encircling your body with his own. His hands immediately went to your stomach and the prominent bulge. Palming and cupping the skin tenderly, his blue eyes trapped on the area as his chin tucks into your shoulder.
“Hmm.” he hums quietly, not quite giving you an answer but not leaving you in silence.
“That’s it? ‘Hmm’?” you tease and try to catch his gaze with the turn of your head. He shrugs uselessly, his fingers a whisper around your belly button, tracing the visible veins lazily.
You press a gentle kiss to his temple, leaning into his touch. Being pregnant hadn’t been the easiest thing thus far but Dabi had posted himself at your side from the start of it.
You wouldn’t be surprised if he had some kind of undiscovered pregnancy kink but so far he’s been the perfect doting baby daddy. While he still has his more...Risqué moments, he’s been attentive to your every need. Wanting for nothing, not even getting to lift a finger before he’s on his feet.
You feel the gentle kick of the child in your stomach and chuckle as he goes rigid- it’s the first touch the baby has made this far. And of course Dabi’s hands were on your stomach for it to happen.
“Do you think it’ll be a boy or girl?” you muse softly, running your hands up and down his arms lightly.
You feel Dabi shrug again before he plants a lazy kiss to your throat.
“Don’t care.” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.
“You’re not hoping for either?” you quirk a brow.
“Nope.” Dabi pops his lips at the ‘p’ sound, lazily laying his cheek on your shoulder. His hair mixes with yours, tickling your skin slightly as he bends his legs, tucking them beneath him and tugging you into the center of his lap.
“What do you hope for, then?”
“For them to be strong. And safe.” he murmurs quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
Strong…? Since when did he care about strength?
“What do you mean ‘strong’?” you ask, running your fingertips across his forearm lazily.
“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’? I want them to live.” he huffs.
Ah. Now you get it.
Strength because he considers himself weak.
“You’re strong, so I’m sure they’ll be.” you smile softly, feeling the unease tense in his muscles as he sighs heavily.
“You’re talking too much.” he grumbles, rubbing small circles into your stomach.
But you can hear the embarrassment in his voice. The rising shyness that’s so rare to take over his features- only you get to see him like this. And you know his longing for praise.
“Strong and smart. You’re so caring, too. I hope they’re exactly like you….Perfect.”
“I am not perfect.”
“Not in the societal sense but you are to me.” You shrug. “That’s all that matters.”
He’s quiet but you know he’s appreciative by the way his arms encase you, caging you to his chest. He’s not always the best with words. Especially when it comes to reviving praise and showing his thankfulness.
So the gentle squeeze he gives you is more than enough. You twist to look at his beautiful face, leaning against the back of the couch to get a better angle. He meets your gaze with a slight quirk in his brow but doesn’t comment as you start to run your hands through his hair.
His eyes close with a small sigh, the feel of his locks through your fingers making you smile happily. He bends to your touch, a lazy kiss ghosting against the corner of your lips.
Even if he’s quiet- you still know he loves you. He wouldn’t be here otherwise. He wouldn’t hold you like you’re seconds from breaking, wouldn’t kiss you like his life depended on it. Like he needs it.
But he does. And you’re beyond head over heels for him, happy to have this precious little family together with him.
