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Lyney who has his arms tightly yet comfortably wrapped around your figure as you sleep blissfully through the night. You were so tired. Everyone had been so loud and overbearing that day and Lyney decided to return the favour you bestowed upon him the night of his trial.

Perhaps your problems weren't as major has his to some, but to him, if it makes you upset enough to cry then it warrants his attention. People always told you to stop being such an attention seeker who cries over such trivial matters, but Lyney never once questioned why you cry about the things you do. If it upsets you, it upsets you. No one can change that.

You cried yourself to sleep in his arms that night, not so much as a word uttered between you two. Just your sniffles and his steady heartbeat to ground you in reality. Him stroking your head gently and if you're comfortable with it kissing your forehead repeatedly. The rain battering against the windows and the fireplace crackling.

To Lyney, you weren't an attention seeker. To Lyney, you're just a person who never really experienced much growing up and is easily overwhelmed as a result. Somethings are scary to you and when you try to step out of your boundaries it always happens to be at the wrong time beating you back into your shell as a consequence. You're still figuring stuff out and that's okay. He'll be here with you every step of the way. For now, get some rest and let him protect you with his warm and loving embrace, you deserve it.

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Full art for Rearmed Ganglot - Death Anew 

Artist: Asatani Tomoyo

accidental kissing kinda ft. aether, who teases you ab it, wc 500

You couldn’t help yourself.

How could you, really? When Aether has his head resting on your shoulder emanating peace? You can’t. You simply can’t resist it when it’s not so often you get to see his eyebrows relaxed, not furrowed or pinched downward. Or his eyes fluttered shut, not flashing with contempt or agony.

You think to yourself that if there ever comes a day where you make a terrible decision, it would be today, when your heart is beating out of your chest, and Aether won’t be awake to embarrass you after.

Carefully, you rest your hand on the crown of his head to keep him from slipping off your shoulder, and shift until you’re facing him directly. His cheek is pressed against the front of your shoulder, and there might be a trace of drool in his slumber, though you hardly care about that.

With a deep breath, you screw your eyes shut and plant a kiss on his forehead. Like you've always wanted to.

At least, where his forehead was supposed to be.

Your eyes fly open when you belatedly notice that what your lips are pressed against isn’t the warmth of his forehead. Aether’s eyes are wide open, gazing back at you.

Then it takes you about two seconds to realize you’re kissing him, and he's fully awake, bearing witness to it. Not to mention you’re kissing him a couple of inches down from his forehead.

You jump back, your heart leaping out of your throat, yet you’re unable to move when Aether has an arm snaked around your waist.

“Oh, you’re—I’m so sorry, I didn’t think—No, I mean, I didn’t mean to kiss you!”

This is horrifying. Double the horrifying. You intended to kiss him on the forehead and then return to sleep with only this secret shared between your heart and the quiet of the forest. But he woke up, moved, and your lips ended up square on his.

“That wasn’t fair,” he rasps, heavy with sleep. He keeps his arm firm while you’re trying to shuffle away. “Our first kiss could’ve been more romantic than that.”

“Nothing romantic about that!”

“Plenty romantic in waking up to an angel kissing me,” he remarks, then grins lazily, as much as his weary facial muscles can handle. And looks stupidly attractive doing it.

“Aether,” you whine, your arm flying up to cover your eyes in a lame attempt to hide your humiliation. “You know I didn’t mean to. It was—it was supposed to be—”

“It’s okay,” Aether laughs. “I know. Though, I would’ve preferred it if you meant to. You could wake me up a lot faster if you meant to do that.”

He cups your chin with his thumb and index, his eyes zeroed in on your lips. “So, if you’re going to kiss me, aim right next time.” He grins at you, his gaze melting any trace of embarrassment away. “Okay?”