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𝐼 𝛣𝑒𝘵 𐒆𝑛 𝐿𝘰𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝘰𝑔𝑠

Pairing. Parent!Dogday/Rich & Child!GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags. Adopted reader/angel, Dogday goes through it, reunion with angst.

Words. 1k (1,174)

A/N. Writing for Dogday again feels so weird after focusing on love and deepspace, but I'm happy to be writing for him again! i had this idea in my mind for a while tbh but never really knew what I wanted to do with the idea until recently, enjoy! ♡

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Home.

You never thought you'd be able to see it again, let alone step foot in the house you were raised in once more. But as the distance grew smaller, you couldn't help but feel a bit anxious at what might happen once you'd brought your new friends home. Scared was an understatement.

Luckily for you four, night had already fallen by the time you made your way out of the factory. How many hours were you in there for anyway? Days maybe? Whatever you didn't want to think about your time there anymore, you were free now, and so were they.

"It's just up ahead, guys!" You cling onto Dogday's hand. With each passing step, your footing becomes faster until you've broken into a sprint, Dogday and Kissy right beside you.

There it was, your home. Tears begin to well in your eyes. You did it. You four really did make it out alive, injured, scarred, but alive.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get inside before someone sees us!"

Poppy, ever so impatient, points at the house.

"Right, let's go in."

You release Dogday's hand to look for the spare key that you remembered was placed somewhere around the porch. Your hands began to grow clammy as you frantically looked around for the spare. Dogday notices the shift in your behavior. His brave little angel, who took on the horrors he had faced so long ago head-on, was now on edge once more.

"Little angel, this is where you live, right?"

Dogday whispers. With a small potted plant in hand, you turn your attention to him. When you open your mouth to answer, something falls out of the pot.

"Oh, there's the key!"

You laughed it off.

"This is my house, guys, I promise. Just try to keep it down for now."

Placing the plant back and picking up the key, swiftly making your way to the door and unlocking it. The house was dark, except for a nightlight that faintly illuminated the area.

The house looked too clean to have been empty during your time in the factory. There were also shoes placed by the doorway and a coat rack that hung a few coats that didn't seem to belong to you. Poppy was quick to notice.

"So you have roommates? Will they be scared? Send us back…"

Poppy sounded almost defeated, but Dogday was quick to try to lighten the mood.

"Relax, Poppy, maybe—"

"Dammit!"

You hissed, knocking over a coatrack.

The sound of footsteps rushing down the hall turns panic into dread.

"DAD, IT'S ME!"

You shout, eyes burning from the sudden assault of light. There, your father stood, surprised at what he was seeing, his face contorted, wondering if this was a dream since you had returned home or some nightmare with those creatures standing behind you.

They watch as you run to your father, hugging him and trying to calm him down while doing your best to explain the situation. He couldn't process everything at once, but Dogday was trying to process everything, too. You had a new family, a father who raised you, loved you, and gave you the life he should have.

"I know this is all new and scary, but I promise they won't harm anyone!"

You reassured your father as you broke away from the hug, wiping away at your tears.

Poppy saw it. It was brief, blink and you'll miss it. She saw the way Dogday's mouth twitched, the way his hands curled up. She knew what was going on in his head. This was what he wanted to avoid: the reality of what happened after he left.

Your father eyes the toys, muscles tensing as he takes a step back. They were too close for comfort but also too dear to you to be sent away.

"I need time to adjust. It's been three horrible years, and you come home with these… Things…" He takes in a shaky breath, his body almost becoming a shield, moving you to the side in case the toys decide to attack.

"If I allow them to stay, promise me you won't—"

"T-three years?"

You interrupt. Eyes widening as you begin to process. You weren't away for days, or even months, no. But three whole years trapped in that damn factory, fighting for your life. Three whole years away from everything you've known. Dogday felt terrible. You must've been so scared, yet deep down he couldn't help but feel a faint sense of happiness, knowing you were ripped away from your adoptive father too. He knows it's a twisted thought, but could you even blame him at this point?

"The pain and emptiness I felt the day I thought I lost you for good turned me into someone unrecognizable."

The more that man kept talking, the closer Dogday came to losing it. You were loved. That's all that should matter to him, but the day he lost you was the day he not only became unrecognizable to himself but to everyone else in his life. He was a monster. A monster who can't even tell his own child he loves them, he's proud of them, and that he's sorry for missing every single precious moment in their life. His little angel found their safe haven, but it wasn't with him, and that will forever haunt him until the day he dies.

"They can take the spare room furthest from mine." Your father glares at them, the same glare they've seen countless times from the workers.

Kissy places a hand on Dogday's shoulder, and Poppy gives him a sympathetic look. He's been through hell before, but if it keeps you happy and in the dark, he'll do it again.

"Dad, let me show them to their room! I bet they're just as tired, too."

You move your father aside and run to Dogday and Kissy, grabbing their hands and leading them around the corner and down the hall to the spare room.

"This is where you guys will sleep. I promise I'll buy more stuff for you all soon! I'll be right back."

With that, you left the three to themselves. Dogday lets out a long and heavy anguished sigh as he watches you leave.

"Dogday, they were given a good life and have a good dad. It's better than them growing up alone with no place to call home." Poppy's reassuring words didn't reach Dogday the way she hoped they would.

"Dogday? Hey—"

"I'm going to sleep. Good night, you two."

He curls up on the floor, facing away from Kissy and Poppy, avoiding their sympathetic gaze. He didn't want to hear what he already knew. No matter what form he takes, he knows he'll always be your father, who's cursed to watch you grow up through the eyes of someone else.

Yet there's a part of him who hopes maybe in another life, if his luck is just right, he'll finally be the father who gets to watch you grow through his own eyes.

A/N. Thanks for reading!

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𝘑𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦𝘰𝑢𝑠!

Pairing. Xavier x Gn!reader 

Warnings/Tags. Jelly Xavi, drunk mc/reader, tara and simone mentioned, pet names, reader is called Mx.Hunter instead of ms to keep it neutral.

Words. 1k (1,430)

A/N. First Xavier fic wooo!! plz come home Xavie I need that card. also ofc another fic inspired by kpop <3

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“How do I look, Xavie?”

You asked, putting on the finishing touches on your outfit for the party the association was throwing. Xavier sits up from the bed and stretches before making his way towards you, his eyes gazing lovingly into yours then taking your hands in his, softly swinging them side to side as he examines your outfit.

“Xavier?” Xavier sighs softly, almost lost in the trance you always seem to put him in.

“You look wonderful, Starlight. Shall we get going?”

he asks, offering you his arm.

“You look amazing as well, Xavier. Promise me you’ll stay away from the drinks area this time,” you joke as you hook your arm in his. Xavier softly chuckles, his cheeks faintly turning red by the memory of the last party.

“To be fair, it wasn't my fault. Some people need to mind where they’re going in a crowded area, especially if they’re holding drinks.”

He mumbles the last part. Clearly he was still mourning the loss of that dress shirt. After locking your apartment door, you two leave.

As soon as you enter the building where the party is being held, you’re pulled into a tight hug.

“There you two are! I was worried you guys slept in or something!” Tara laughs, breaking the hug. She waves at Xavier, just as he was about to wave back, she grabs you both by the wrists, pulling you to the area where the other hunters were at.

“Nope, the place wasn't too far from us, so we walked,” you reply. Luckily, you wore comfortable shoes this time. Xavier made sure you put your comfort first this time.

“If you two need a ride home, just let me know. Oh! There's Simone. Let’s go say hi!” Tara exclaims, you nod and turn to Xavier, who looks like he's about to fall asleep.

“Xavier,” you say softly, poking his cheek. He wobbles slightly.

“I’m not asleep, just… have very dry eyes right now.”

Tara and you both laughed at his response. Xavier covers his mouth, yawning as he opens his eyes.

“Xavie, why don't you take a seat over there? We’re just going to say hi. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Xavier hesitated for a second, he really wanted to be by your side. He would be lying if he said he didn't like having you on his arm.

“It’s okay, Xavier I promise. Go take a seat,” you reassure him softly. With a sigh, his shoulders relax, and he nods, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the crowd of your co-workers then seating himself onto the empty seats near the wall.

Xavier wasn't sure how long he was out for, but hearing your laugh over the music was enough to awaken him completely. He stretches in the seat before standing up and searching for you. Of course you were by the drinks. But you were talking to someone you’ve never spoken to before, maybe in passing just to say hi, but even then he’s never seen you carry out a conversation with her. You were probably just making a new friend, being social. There was no issue with that, jealousy wasn't brewing within him at all. It was tame at first until he saw the way her eyes would flicker to your lips and how she’d adjust the fabric of your outfit that was perfectly fine.

You were too oblivious, giggly, and a bit too drunk to notice her obvious attempts at flirtation.

The woman catches Xavier's death glare at the corner of her eye. Her face begins to pale, but you continue talking, your drink swirling in the cup in your hand.

“Have you met my boyfriend, X-Xavier? He hic he’s soooo cute and strong.” Your words slurred. Xavier took that as his cue to enter the scene. He wraps a protective arm around your middle, his gaze turns soft and loving the second your eyes fall onto his.

“Xavie! We were just talking about hic youuu!”

You go in for a hug. Your movements were sloppy Xavier saw the opportunity and took it, he carefully caught your arm that held the cup. maneuvering it so it wouldn't spill on either of you, but on her.

Your eyes widen, covering your mouth, you mutter your apologies, offering to help her clean the spillage off her dress. She opens her mouth to speak, but Xavier innocently tilts his head and forces a smile that says everything he couldn't.

“Silly Mx. Hunter, you've had enough for tonight. I think it's about time we left. Say goodbye to your friend.” Just as you were about to say goodbye, Xavier gently guides you away. You stumble out of the building as Xavier keeps his arm around you, keeping you steady on your feet. His grip was a bit tighter than usual.

“You were jellyyy!” You slurred. Almost tripping over your feet, Xavier picks you up bridal style, carrying you home. Xavier didn't respond right away, but the small huff that escaped his lips tells you everything you needed to know. Even in your drunken state, you knew him all too well.

“I don't enjoy others trying to flirt with my starlight.”

You giggle at how his voice deepened, and playfully you rustle his hair before placing your head on his chest, his heartbeat was rapid. Given what just happened, his emotions are most likely still intense.

“the only person i want in my my hic heart is you and you alone Xavier and i’ll spend my entire hic lifetime making sure i drill that into your head.” You poked his forehead a few times. You two were almost home now, you could just barely make out the shape of your apartment from your blurred vision.

“Besides, her flirting must’ve sucked anyway if I didn't see the signs. I just kept talking about you…” You heard his heart skip a beat.

“How can I make it up to you?” You whispered.

Xavier raises a brow, shaking his head as he places a kiss onto your cheek. He sets you down onto your feet and presses the elevator button. You hold him close.

“You don’t need to make up for anything. I was the jealous one and caused a scene. I should be the one making it up to you.”

The elevator dings, and its doors open. You both step in and ascend to your floor. Sure, at first you felt bad for her, but now that you were aware of her intentions, you made a mental note to keep your distance. Despite Xavier's protests, you still wanted to do something that’ll ease his mind for the night.

“Tell you what Xavier,” you say as you pull out your keys, struggling to open your door. He gently takes the keys from your hand and opens the door, closing it behind you after you walk in.

“How about we hic order take out from that place we like and take a bath while we wait? You ssstill have yet to tell me about that new book you’ve been reading.” You hug him and rest your chin on his chest. He smiles down at you and caresses your cheek. He almost forgot why he was jealous in the first place with how you looked at him.

“Earlier you said you’d spend your entire lifetime reminding me that I'm the only person you want in your heart… what about every lifetime?”

His question caught you off guard. Maybe you were a little bit too drunk for this. Letting out a soft laugh, holding him closer. Xavier found himself lucky, finding you again in this lifetime. Deep down he knows the answer, but hearing you say it out loud left him feeling like he was still in a dream.

Another hiccup leaves your lips again. You hide your flushed face in his chest, a bit embarrassed for ruining the moment. Xavier lifts your face with his fingers still awaiting your answer.

"Well?"

He says.

“Yes, Xavier,” you begin as you gently bring his face closer to yours, your lips ghosting over his.

“In every lifetime my heart will always belong to you and you alone, my star.”

Those words will forever echo in his mind. No matter what, he would protect and cherish what you managed to create together.

A/N. ty for reading! im so happy you guys are enjoying my lads fics ^^ for my readers who found me through Dogday i have a new fic coming for him soon! it may or may not be angsty hehehe.

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Mike stole my woman 😭

mike move tf over

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After The Lights Are Out

TW: STALKING

EXPLICIT: RATED (R) CHAPTER 2: EYES

Bright lights were shown into my eyes, I woke up from them. It hurt, everything just hurt. How long have I been out?

"Ma'am, ma'am can you hear me?" yes I can, but give me time to process and wake up geez. "Ma'am, can you hear me?" Oh my gosh, this dude-oh...EMT

"Yes, I can." I mumble, the feeling in my body coming back and the voices slowly disappearing back into their void as pandoras' box closed off itself. The EMTs' asked me questions, but all I could do was nod or shake my head as those eyes stared back at me...he's here, why is he here, who is he? And what does he want? I tried my hardest to look away, but something about those eyes kept me from looking away. Eventually he turned and stepped away, is he giving me space? Is he planning to kill me after I'm done being questioned? Does he have another person to kill, is there a list, why are those eyes so familiar?

Eventually I was admitted to the hospital, although I don't remember falling, apparently I did and managed to hit my head. The beeping of the machines kept me awake, and the chaos ensuing within the emergency room kept me from boredom, which in a way was good but also left me to my unanswered questions. I watched as nurses and doctors ran from one side to another, as the students followed like baby ducklings, and how residents ran to the doors. My attention catches the shadowy figure on the way to my room, the doors open, and I find myself connecting with those eyes again. The beeping's in my room echoed as my heart sped up, all exhaustion leaving my body as my body fills with adrenaline once again. I want to run, I want to run, but something is keeping me here.

His eyes glued on me while the doors slide open once again, as a person in scrubs walks in "Alright Mrs. Fierro, the Head scan is clear, You might-" "Mrs.?" I look at the doctor, and she looks at me then at the man, standing there just staring at me. Her face shifting as if she just realized something. I look from the doctor to the man. God, what am I doing, please leave me alone after this. "Honey! Did you tell them we're married?!" What am I doing?! What am I saying?! "Oh!" The doctor looks back at me as I try my best to smile normally. "I'm sorry, but our records cannot be inaccurate for the sake of our patients. I do have to ask, are you guys married?" He's still staring at me, please for the love of it all stop staring at me. "We're just a couple, haha."

I'm sure she must just think that I'm crazy, or maybe she just thinks he is the crazy one, but I just can't have a fight in a place filled with sharp objects. I know my weaknesses and this place would be a great disadvantage for me...especially when he is so....muscular.

"Right then, I will be updating this with the nurse, Excuse me." smile and wave Zeina, smile and wave.

"Who are you and what do you want from?" I immediately question the man at the end of my bed, he stays quiet, slowly reaches into his pocket, dragging out an envelope. I gulp nervously as he makes his way to the side of my bed, I never notice his leather gloves. He was covered from head to toe, he even had a black mask on, leaving only his eyes and forehead exposed. His hood down, I'm guessing per hospital policy.

He gently reaches down for my hand, and I freeze. My heart beating out of fear as he brought my hand up to his face, he closes his eyes and rests the back of my hand onto his forehead before slipping the envelope onto my grip. "Oh..." is all I can say, how does someone react to this?

I look down onto the envelope as footsteps decrescendo the sliding of a door, distracting me from my thoughts. I look up watching him leave, his walk that of a panther yet slower and almost soft. His footsteps weren't the heavy time someone would expect, but they were loud enough to hear him making his way into a room. I wonder how he found me, and what exactly did I do to get...this.

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After The Lights Are Out

TW: STALKING

EXPLICIT RATED (R): Pilot:

I couldn't stand still, especially after seeing those eyes, I ran as fast as I could, those dark sinister eyes looking back at me through the window. I usually would just ignore it and pass it as one of my hallucinations, but I couldn't Ignore, not after I took out my phone. The eyes were still looking at me, staring as I lied on my bed with my blanket to the chin and a book on my chest.

The exhaustion turned into adrenaline and the rush was heavy as I got up to swing my curtains together before throwing on a coat. I run over to the door, grabbing my phone from the charger. I searched for my keys. Rustling of the bushes at the front of my house catching my attention before finally deciding just to make a run for it, praying I wouldn't fall asleep.

So here I am now, my muscles going numb my lungs on fire and high on adrenaline as I run to the nearest gas station, relief flowing thought my body as I notice the light and pumps. I pick up my pace, giving no care of hos light-headed I already felt, no care of how my hips and legs were yet to catch up with my upper body and how fucking exhausted I was.

The door dings as I step through, I felt it settling in. I have to act quick please just keep your eyes open “Hello, welcome in what can I help you with?” the young adult chirped behind the counter, I try to speak while catching my breath and fighting with sleep, but it's inevitable. I'm already hearing the voices, and those eyes…who were they? They wouldn't follow me after all of that, right? I didn't even think of looking back, I just couldn't stand still, especially after seeing those eyes.

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MC: Is there anyone even named Mephisto irl?

Sylus: I have a pet bird named Mephisto. :)

MC: That's a bird.

Sylus: When God sings with all his creations, will a bird not be a part of the choir?

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FNAF white women and white man jumpscares meet

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I hope you’re happy 💕

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REMEMBER!

YOUR CREATIVE WORKS ARE NOT DEFINED BY ITS SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT!

LOVE YOUR ART AND WRITING FOR YOURSELF NOT OTHERS!

YOUR WORKS ARE VALID, DO IT FOR YOUR LOVE OF IT. I SEE YOU! YOU ARE AMAZING!

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it’s nanami’s birthday, and he tries very hard to ignore it.

he wakes up at 7:30am like he always does, brushes his teeth in methodical circles, slicks his hair back with quiet precision. the mirror reflects a man who’s turning thirty-five and looks like he hasn’t aged since turning thirty, which sounds nice, until you remember the way stress preserves you like an ancient fossil.

you peek your head around the bathroom door. “happy birthday,” you sing, sleepy-eyed and grinning.

he softens immediately. “thank you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and lets you wrap your arms around his middle even though he’s mid-toothpaste rinse.

he tries to keep the day simple. he plans to go to work, quietly do his paperwork, review cursed object reports, and come home. no fuss. no cake. no streamers. maybe a bath. maybe you curled against his side on the couch. that would be enough.

but you have other plans.

he notices something is off when you kiss him goodbye with a suspiciously innocent little smile and say, “don’t forget to check your desk drawer when you get in.”

he’s suspicious. rightly so.

the moment he sits down in his chair, the drawer reveals its contents with dramatic flair: a small, handwritten note (in glittery gel pen, no less) that says “happy birthday, my grumpy old man 💕”, and beneath it—a handful of his favorite imported chocolates, a tiny plushie of a panda in a tie, and a very official certificate that says “world’s sexiest jujutsu sorcerer (redeemable for 1 kiss upon presentation)”.

nanami stares at it all. sighs. takes a picture. sends it to you with a simple text:

“i’m being harassed.”

you reply with:

“romanced. 🥰”

the day continues in similarly ridiculous fashion. gojo sings happy birthday, makes sure it’s off-key so nanami’s ears bleed. yuuji hugs him so hard his spine cracks. shoko gifts him a bottle of wine with a smirk. there’s confetti in his desk drawer. someone leaves a single candle taped to a can of premium coffee with a note: “don’t say we never spoil you.”

he is mildly annoyed. secretly delighted.

but the best part comes when he gets home.

the lights are off when he steps through the door.

“hello?” he calls, setting his briefcase down. “why is it dark?”

you leap out from the kitchen in a ridiculous party hat with a kazoo. “surprise!” you yell, even though he clearly heard you snickering before you jumped.

on the table: a lopsided cake you made yourself (dark chocolate ganache cake, his favorite), dinner still warm, and a bottle of wine. there are exactly two party hats. one is forcibly placed on his head.

“i told you,” he says, trying not to smile, “i didn’t want anything big.”

“this isn’t big,” you say, eyes sparkling. “this is just right.”

you feed him cake. badly. there’s frosting on his nose. he doesn’t complain. you dance with him in the kitchen, barefoot and swaying to a song playing on your phone, and when he kisses you—it’s slow, tender, full of all the quiet things he never says out loud.

when the night winds down, he opens your final gift: a small photo album you made, titled “reasons to live another 35 years”, filled with pictures of you, of the two of you, scribbled captions like “reason #12: you haven’t tried cheese fondue in switzerland yet” and “reason #28: we still haven’t raised a dog together.”

his hands tremble a little as he turns the pages. you watch him, heart tight and soft.

“you’re ridiculous,” he says quietly, but he kisses you like he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“happy birthday,” you whisper against his lips. “you’re stuck with me.”

he smiles then. thinks, it’s exactly what he wanted.

and for the first time in a long while, kento is not just grateful to be alive—

he’s very happy about it.

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afton house, 1979

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FNAF fathers with their adopted sons

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I'm so glad you guys liked this cause I was stressing over whether it was good or not especially when it comes to writing the boys in character😭 I'm happy you guys are enjoying my lads stuff 🩵🩵🩵

𝛨𝑒𝑎𝑟𝘵 𐒆𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑑𝘰𝑤

Pairing.Zayne x mc!gn!reader

Warnings/Tags. no major warnings for this one, mostly fluff. just hoping im writing the boys well cause im still trying to understand their characters sobs

Words.1k

A/N.i was randomly listening to Jins' album again this song popped up and ofc the ideas started trickling in and this little fic was born! Also i didnt wanna wait until winter lol if you can i'd recommend taking a listen to the song (linked in title) its so good, need me another Jin and wendy collab asap.

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Winter. It was one of your favorite seasons, with the snow, the coziness of being wrapped up during the cold, and the way everything felt a bit more nostalgic around this time, making you feel warm on the inside.

No matter the season, each morning was like the last. Wake up, breakfast, and doomscroll, then get ready for work. This morning was no different until something on the window caught your eye.

The first time you saw it, you figured by how tiny and rough-looking it was, it must've been a funny coincidence created by nature. A little heart on your ice-covered window, you figured somehow the ice must've taken shape over one of the hearts you drew a few weeks ago, that you never cleaned. It was slightly rough, but anyone could make out what it was supposed to be.

You thought it was cute, and it reminded you of a certain person in your life.

Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick photo and sent it to Zayne.

"look how cute!"

Zayne replies a few minutes later.

"It's so tiny I had to zoom in and ask a colleague if you had sent me a spec of dust as a joke."

You roll your eyes. Zayne, of course, had jokes.

A few days go by, and you figure the tiny frosted heart has melted by now, until you see it again. This time slightly bigger in size and sharper, as if its rough edges had been chiseled, leaving a perfect crystalized version of its former self behind.

It was beautiful, and by its formation, it created a stream of prisms that shone onto your living room floor. It was too perfect to be just a coincidence now. Snapping another picture before leaving, you decide not to send it to Zayne, but instead show it to him in person.

The walk to the Akso hospital was a chilly one. The cold air bit away at your face, making your eyes water, but seeing Zayne made it all the more worth it. Reaching his office door, you knock, he already knew it was you by your distinct way of knocking, and he was quick to let you in.

"Hello, my love, ready for your examination?" Zayne greets you with a kiss to your forehead before letting you in.

"Yep, I'm ready." You take a seat on the chair across from his desk and pull out your phone while he retrieves your files. Zayne sits down on his chair as he opens your folder.

"Last time—"

"I think I have a secret admirer," you interrupt, looking up from your phone at Zayne, who looks at you through his glasses with raised eyebrows at your sudden comment.

The room fell silent, and a growing tension began to fill the air. Zayne placed the folder down onto his desk, folding his hands on top of each other. His exterior was as calm as ever, but that didn't mean he wasn't wrecking his brain trying to figure out who this person might be.

"Secret admirer?" Zayne sounded almost offended that someone was actively pursuing you, his partner, of all people. He wasn't blind. He knew you were attractive, that's no secret, but that's beside the point. This new revelation put your entire appointment on hold. He wasn't going to let you leave until he learned more about your secret admirer.

"And what makes you think that?"

Zayne slowly leans in, attentive, ready for your grand reveal. He was intrigued, and you were eating it up.

"Well, remember that 'spec' I sent you a few days ago?" You air-quoted. Zayne sighs, closing his eyes before nodding. Zayne was expecting something along the lines of flowers at your desk at work or love letters, not that.

"Yes, I do recall you sending me a heart I nearly mistook for a spec of dust."

Zayne's cheeks flushed slightly. He looks away for a second before you continue.

"Well, look at this!" You show him the photo of the heart from this morning. The angle was perfect, showing off the crystallized heart and the prism that decorated your floor. You smile at the photo, Zayne's shoulders relax, and he lets out a small sigh.

"See? This is the second time someone left a heart on my window. I'll admit it's pretty."

Zayne clears his throat, pushing up his glasses, and the redness in his cheeks grows to his ears. Yet he keeps his composure, which may or may not be crumbling from embarrassment.

"This secret admirer of yours needs to find a new hobby."

Zayne brushes them off and turns his attention back to your folder. You had given him quite the scare, and for a second, he thought he was the one who needed a doctor. But you had already caught on, a long time ago, he was fun to tease.

"Nah, I think I should buy this secret admirer a ladder. I want to greet them properly next time they're by my window," you grinned. Zayne was quick to disagree.

"What if this secret admirer just used the elevator and knocked on your door? Wouldn't that be easier?"

Zayne raises a brow, making you laugh at how ridiculous you two were being.

"Well, if they do, I'll welcome them with open arms! Maybe even have something special waiting for them, too."

The corner of Zayne's lips curls into a smile. He couldn't be mad at you, you were adorable, finding the beauty even in the smallest of things. He lets out a breathy laugh before opening your folder and turning his attention to it.

"This secret admirer might take up that tempting offer. However, we're now short on time, and Doctor Zayne has a very important patient to attend to."

After such a long day, you were finally back in the warmth of your home. You couldn't get Zayne's face out of your mind. The way he looked at you after you told him about this secret admirer, you had that poor man stressed.

And just like you previously mentioned, there was a surprise for him, his favorite dessert from that bakery he's always at. But since you were such a gracious host, you made hot chocolate too, to be fair, you made it to warm yourself up, but it was still a nice addition.

Someone knocks at the door, and you rush to open it.

"Coming!"

You knew who you were expecting, but your face still lights up when you see him. Ironically, he was the sun that melted away the snow in your world.

"Why hello there, you must be the one who's been leaving hearts on my window, right?"

You were giving the act your all. Zayne smiles at you because you always welcomed him with open arms and hands you a boquet your favorite flowers, some of them were made from his evol and had tiny little frosted hearts on them, he was always so thoughtful and observant, noticing the slightest shift in your mood in seconds or the way how he cares and loves you like you're his reason for living. That was your Zayne, and you were the only one who had the privilege to see that side of him.

"I heard from a friend that you wished to meet your secret admirer. I came to ward them off,"

You take the bouquet and motion for him to enter your apartment. Zayne closes the door behind him, then gently places a hand on your cheek. His cold fingers caress your cheek. Now it was just you and him in your little world.

"So, here I am."

Zayne whispers, despite being together for over a year, he still could make you weak in the knees. You could barely continue the act, covering your face with the bouquet and turning your gaze away.

"I-I bought you— I mean I bought them their favorite dessert. I'm not sure if your friend mentioned that. And I made hot chocolate! If you'd like to stay for a while, of course. I'm sure they got the memo that I'm taken and won't be stopping by."

Zayne chuckles at how you almost instantly folded. He loves seeing you like this, whole and entirely you. Here, you can be yourselves without the pressures and expectations of the outside world. You were his home.

"Sounds like you've already planned the perfect stay-at-home date, my love."

Zayne carefully lowers the bouquet from your face.

"Seriously, though, hearts on my window? Is there a reason for that?"

You shyly added. Placing the bouquet in the center of the dinner table, Zayne takes out a set of plates and mugs from the cabinet and places them down on the table before pouring hot chocolate into your mugs. There was something domestic about seeing him maneuvering around your apartment like this. You wondered how things might change when you two do share a home someday, or maybe how nothing might change at all.

"I wanted you to know that even on mornings that I do not wake up beside you, my heart is still with you. Even if it's anatomically incorrect…"

You laugh at the last part. You made your way to his side, not wanting him to do all the work. You placed the desserts on the plates and then set them on the table.

"I enjoyed the spec very much, thank you, Zayne."

Zayne pauses, then lets out a long sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"That one was a test. I didn't think it would be so difficult to create something as simple as a heart from the ground floor, and unfortunately, I didn't have time to fix it. Still, I'm glad you were happy to see it even in its imperfect form."

Zayne explains. You laugh softly at his explanation.

"It's imperfect, yet it's still able to be loved, just like us."

You say softly as you embrace him. He closes the gap between your lips, wrapping his arms around your middle. He truly loved you.

He breaks the kiss, your breaths mingling together as he rests his forehead against yours. His green eyes peered into yours with a softness reserved only for you.

"If it means that you'll think of me every time you look out your window," Zayne uses his evol, creating two hearts similar to the one on your window. He carefully places them into your hands. You smile at the little hearts that are now forever yours. But there was a deeper meaning to it.

"Then I'll leave a heart on your window every day from now on."

This was his way of showing you how deeply engraved your name was in Zayne's heart, and he wishes he could show you whenever doubts may cloud your mind. He wasn't just putting hearts on the window to make you smile, he was putting his heart on the window, on display just for you.

A/N. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed :3 im still so nervous about writing for the lads boys >.<

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ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ The morning of the wedding

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, i can’t believe we’re almost done with the wedding series :(

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ It’s the morning of your wedding

Masterlist

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The morning light spills across the wedding venue, turning the white curtains gold. Your makeup’s already flawless, the satin train of your gown cascading behind you like waves, soft, fluid, regal. You’re radiant, glowing, a little pouty because you hadn’t seen your fiancé since last night. And it was killing him too. Thomas had to pry Rafayel away from the bedroom door this morning because he tried to sneak in at least five times under the excuse of “checking the dress isn’t crinkled” or “baby probably needs a cuddle.”

Now, he’s standing at the center of the garden courtyard for the first look. Blue hydrangeas line the stone path, and the sound of the sea murmurs softly behind him. He’s in a pale pearl-toned suit that matches your bouquet, a tiny shell-shaped pin tucked into his lapel. His fingers twitch at his sides, anxious, breath held.

“Okay,” the videographer whispers from behind the camera, “you can walk toward him now.”

You smile, lifting the hem of your dress just slightly as you move toward him. Your perfume carries on the breeze, he notices immediately.

“She’s here,” Rafayel mutters under his breath, body stiffening. “That’s her perfume. That’s my pearl. Oh god, oh god, Thomas I’m gonna cry. Do I look sexy when I cry?”

“No,” Thomas answers flatly. “Stay still.”

You gently tap his shoulder.

Rafayel turns around slowly, and the moment his eyes land on you, he freezes. His lips part, stunned, then he stumbles back half a step, like you physically knocked the breath out of him.

“Pearlie…” His voice cracks. His lashes blink rapidly, already glassy. “What the—are you kidding me? Are you joking right now?! You—! You’re like a—like a—!”

“Princess?” you offer smugly.

“No! Not just a princess. Like, like a divine ocean spirit who came from the sea just to ruin me emotionally and financially!” He swipes a hand down his face, half-laughing, half-sobbing. “I’m gonna be so annoying about this for the rest of my life. You look—baby, you look unreal.”

You twirl a little for him, causing the dress to shimmer.

He gasps, openly gawking. “Okay but you already said yes, right? Like you already signed the forms? Because if you say no now I will jump in the ocean and die dramatically.”

“Too late,” you say sweetly, walking right into his arms. “You’re stuck with me.”

Rafayel squeezes you tightly, resting his forehead against yours with a teary grin. “Good. Because if you had any plans of running, I already dismantled your car engine. Just in case.”

You snort. “Seriously?”

“I took the wheels off too. Romantic, right?”

You laugh into his chest, and he kisses the top of your head over and over, murmuring, “You’re gonna be my wife. You’re gonna be my wife. Mine.”

He spins you in his arms for the camera and tells the crew, “Tell the world I got the prettiest girl alive. And no, they can’t borrow her. Not even for five seconds.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

The prep room had been quiet, too quiet. Zayne had been sitting alone, suit crisp, collar uncomfortably starched, fingers resting on his knee in the calmest version of barely-contained tension. He was always composed. Always the controlled one. But today? Today his throat was tight. He hadn’t even touched the espresso the staff brought him.

The moment had come. You were ready.

Outside, in the glasshouse garden set up for the first look, snow-like petals flutter gently from the cherry blossom trees surrounding him. Zayne stands at the center, back turned, jaw tight, hands in his pockets, but you can tell from the slight rise and fall of his chest that he’s not unaffected.

When the videographer whispers, “Alright, go to him,” you don’t rush.

You glide.

The silk of your gown whispers against stone, and your veil catches in the sunlight like a glimmering frost. The moment you get close, Zayne straightens slightly. You’re not even touching yet, but he knows you’re near. The soft hush of your perfume. That warm, familiar pull in his chest.

You reach out and gently tap his shoulder.

He turns.

And he stops breathing.

For a moment, Zayne doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. His eyes scan over every inch of you, your gown, your lashes, the way you’re glowing just for him. And then his hand comes up, slowly, reverently, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch something so divine.

“…Sweetheart.”

His voice is low. Stunned. Cracked at the edges.

You smile, teasing, “Are you gonna cry, doctor?”

He scoffs under his breath, stepping forward to cup your cheek, thumb trembling as it brushes under your eye.

“I’m… overwhelmed,” he admits softly, lips twitching into a crooked smile. “You look—snowflake, you look like a dream I don’t deserve.”

You tease, “Too late. You signed the contract. No refunds, no exchanges.”

Zayne laughs softly, but his eyes stay on yours, serious now. “If you want to run, I’d let you. Just say the word.”

You frown slightly. “What?”

“If you’re scared… if you’re unsure,” he says gently, voice low and private even with the camera nearby, “I’d let you go. You could hate me for the rest of my life and I’d still love you.”

There’s a long pause before you raise a brow. “You done being dramatic?”

He blinks.

“Because I’m not letting you run,” you say, grabbing his tie and yanking him down just a little. “You’re mine. No take-backs.”

And for the first time today, Zayne really smiles. That rare, warm, slow curl of his lips reserved for you and only you.

He kisses your forehead gently, breathing you in like medicine. “Alright then, darling. Let’s go wreck the world together.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

The celestial-themed observatory terrace was quiet, save for the soft whirr of drones capturing footage from above and the hum of wind drifting through the open dome. Golden light bathed the curved stone floor where Xavier stood, back turned, hands folded neatly behind him.

He looked ethereal himself, tailored black and silver suit, snowy silver hair slicked back (for once), his star-etched ring glinting in the sun. But anyone watching closely would notice the tiniest signs of nerves: the way his thumb brushed the ring over and over. The gentle flex in his jaw.

You walk out, dress trailing behind you like stardust, veil sparkling under the sun.

You don’t say a word. Just walk until you’re close enough to whisper, “Xavi.”

Xavier turns slowly.

And his breath catches in his throat.

For a long moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. His blue eyes are wide, starstruck. Like he’s staring at something holy.

He parts his lips, and for a second you think he’ll say something profound, but instead…

“…You look like a constellation,” he says, almost dazed.

You blink. “That’s… not even a full sentence, Xavi.”

He lifts a hand to his chest, clutching where his heart should be. “I think I’m going into cardiac arrest.”

You laugh, stepping closer, and his hands hover, unsure where to touch, what’s safe. Like you’re delicate. Sacred. His bride.

“You okay?” you tease.

He nods slowly. “I just… I’ve imagined this. But you’re more beautiful than anything my mind could make up.” He pauses, eyes flicking to the veil, the bouquet, your lips. “You’re perfect.”

“You’ve seen the dress already.”

“Not like this.” He finally touches your cheek, brushing your skin like he’s trying to confirm you’re real. “This version is… married to me.”

You giggle softly. “Almost.”

He raises a brow. “You’re not planning to run, are you?”

“Not unless you are.”

“Mm.” He leans in, kisses the tip of your nose. “If I ever ran, starlight, it would only be to get you more rings.”

You snort. “Multiple rings?”

“Seven. One for each day of the week. One for each realm. One for every time you look at me like this.”

The camera crew melts in the background while Xavier just stares at you, mesmerized, thumb brushing your lips like he’s studying his favorite artifact.

And then, suddenly:

“…Wait. Did I forget to bring the vows?” he whispers urgently.

You blink.

“Xavier!”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

The venue had a beautiful red glow, surrounded by dark roses, glass panels, and an eerie, elegant calm. The skyline stretched out behind Sylus like a battlefield he’d already conquered.

He stood with his back turned, hands in his pockets, posture so relaxed it almost looked fake. He was dressed in sleek black with subtle red accents, his cufflinks shaped like tiny obsidian crows. No nerves on the surface. Just that signature cocky stillness.

Until he heard your heels.

Click. Click. Click.

Then silence.

The moment you stop, he speaks, without turning.

“…Tell me you’re not about to make me cry in front of six camera drones and an entire PR team.”

You grin, voice light. “Depends. Are you going to run before I can trap you into eternal domestic bliss?”

He turns.

And that’s it.

Sylus visibly stumbles. Just a step, but for him, that’s seismic. His eyes drink you in, trailing from the intricate neckline of your gown to the shimmer of your veil to the smug little smile you’re wearing because you know you look like his undoing.

He exhales. “…Holy fuck.”

You snort. “That all you got, Mr. Sylus?”

He takes two slow steps forward, one hand covering his mouth, red eyes blazing. “No, no, don’t speak. Don’t move. I need to immortalize this exact image in my mind. I swear to God if one single wind gust messes up your veil—”

You raise an amused brow. “Getting sentimental, Sy?”

“Kitten,” he says softly, dropping his hand, “I’m standing here trying to remember what breathing is.”

You tilt your head. “You’ve seen the dress before.”

“I didn’t see you wearing it like this. I didn’t see you glowing like you were custom-made just for me.” He closes the distance, cupping your cheek, then tracing your waist with both hands like he’s memorizing it. “You’re gonna ruin me. You know that?”

“You say that like I haven’t already.”

He grins lazily. “Mm. True.”

He leans in, brushing your ear with a whisper, “If you’re planning on bolting, now’s the time. I’ll even give you a five-minute head start.”

You laugh, but Sylus tightens his hold around your waist and murmurs,

“…But I will find you. You know that, right?”

You grin up at him, mischievous. “I’m not running. Not from you.”

He kisses your forehead, then your lips, soft and slow, like he’s sealing a deal. “Good. Because I’ve already printed your new passport. Non-refundable.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

The Skyhaven garden deck was quiet, private, just the way Caleb demanded. Far above the city, clouds skimmed low over the glass rails, making it feel like the two of you were floating somewhere between heaven and home.

He stood with his back to you, broad shoulders perfectly straight in his charcoal suit, black shirt, and deep purple tie you picked out weeks ago “because it matched his eyes.” His fingers were tucked into his pockets, but his knuckles were white. He hadn’t stopped pacing for the last ten minutes until the videographer told him “just stay still, sir.”

The second your heels touched the wood panels, he went dead silent.

And when you say softly, “Caleb,” his breath catches.

He turns around slowly,

And immediately laughs.

A warm, emotional, teary laugh that he tries to bite back with a hand to his face, but it’s useless. His voice cracks halfway through his smile. “You’re actually gonna make me cry like a baby, huh.”

You pout. “What? No heart attack? No dramatic gasping?”

“Oh no, trust me, my heart exploded. You look…” He steps closer, still laughing under his breath, gaze raking over you with open awe. “Baby, you look like something I used to draw in my notebook in class when I was twelve and obsessed with you.”

You giggle. “Oh, so I look cartoonish?”

“No, you look like a dream. Like the one I’ve had on repeat since I was eight.” He pauses. “You remember that, right? When i made Grandma do the fake wedding in the backyard?”

Your eyes light up. “And we used the washing line as an aisle!”

“And I made you say your vows while holding a flower crown I stole from the neighbor’s hedge,” he grins, eyes glimmering. “And I said I’d protect you forever, and never let anyone else marry you.”

“And you made me kiss you on the cheek…Grandma was concerned you were going to faint.”

“Oh, it was worth it.” He takes your hand now, cradling it like something sacred. “Look at you. I knew I was gonna marry you. I manifested this.”

You laugh, squeezing his fingers. “Any last-minute regrets, Colonel?”

He raises a brow, grin sharp. “Regrets? My only regret is not locking you in my room earlier so I could have seen this dress before everyone else.”

You roll your eyes. “Possessive much?”

“Uh-huh.” He pulls you in close now, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re my girl. My forever girl. No backsies.”

You whisper, “You’re not gonna run?”

He scoffs, low and amused. “Run? Baby, I hijacked the shuttle. You’re stuck with me.”

He kisses your cheek, then your ring finger, then the tip of your nose, all while murmuring softly like he’s trying not to sob: “You’re so damn pretty, pipsqueak. You’re so mine. And I’m never letting go.”

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𝛨𝑒𝑎𝑟𝘵 𐒆𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑑𝘰𝑤

Pairing.Zayne x mc!gn!reader

Warnings/Tags. no major warnings for this one, mostly fluff. just hoping im writing the boys well cause im still trying to understand their characters sobs

Words.1k

A/N.i was randomly listening to Jins' album again this song popped up and ofc the ideas started trickling in and this little fic was born! Also i didnt wanna wait until winter lol if you can i'd recommend taking a listen to the song (linked in title) its so good, need me another Jin and wendy collab asap.

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Winter. It was one of your favorite seasons, with the snow, the coziness of being wrapped up during the cold, and the way everything felt a bit more nostalgic around this time, making you feel warm on the inside.

No matter the season, each morning was like the last. Wake up, breakfast, and doomscroll, then get ready for work. This morning was no different until something on the window caught your eye.

The first time you saw it, you figured by how tiny and rough-looking it was, it must've been a funny coincidence created by nature. A little heart on your ice-covered window, you figured somehow the ice must've taken shape over one of the hearts you drew a few weeks ago, that you never cleaned. It was slightly rough, but anyone could make out what it was supposed to be.

You thought it was cute, and it reminded you of a certain person in your life.

Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick photo and sent it to Zayne.

"look how cute!"

Zayne replies a few minutes later.

"It's so tiny I had to zoom in and ask a colleague if you had sent me a spec of dust as a joke."

You roll your eyes. Zayne, of course, had jokes.

A few days go by, and you figure the tiny frosted heart has melted by now, until you see it again. This time slightly bigger in size and sharper, as if its rough edges had been chiseled, leaving a perfect crystalized version of its former self behind.

It was beautiful, and by its formation, it created a stream of prisms that shone onto your living room floor. It was too perfect to be just a coincidence now. Snapping another picture before leaving, you decide not to send it to Zayne, but instead show it to him in person.

The walk to the Akso hospital was a chilly one. The cold air bit away at your face, making your eyes water, but seeing Zayne made it all the more worth it. Reaching his office door, you knock, he already knew it was you by your distinct way of knocking, and he was quick to let you in.

"Hello, my love, ready for your examination?" Zayne greets you with a kiss to your forehead before letting you in.

"Yep, I'm ready." You take a seat on the chair across from his desk and pull out your phone while he retrieves your files. Zayne sits down on his chair as he opens your folder.

"Last time—"

"I think I have a secret admirer," you interrupt, looking up from your phone at Zayne, who looks at you through his glasses with raised eyebrows at your sudden comment.

The room fell silent, and a growing tension began to fill the air. Zayne placed the folder down onto his desk, folding his hands on top of each other. His exterior was as calm as ever, but that didn't mean he wasn't wrecking his brain trying to figure out who this person might be.

"Secret admirer?" Zayne sounded almost offended that someone was actively pursuing you, his partner, of all people. He wasn't blind. He knew you were attractive, that's no secret, but that's beside the point. This new revelation put your entire appointment on hold. He wasn't going to let you leave until he learned more about your secret admirer.

"And what makes you think that?"

Zayne slowly leans in, attentive, ready for your grand reveal. He was intrigued, and you were eating it up.

"Well, remember that 'spec' I sent you a few days ago?" You air-quoted. Zayne sighs, closing his eyes before nodding. Zayne was expecting something along the lines of flowers at your desk at work or love letters, not that.

"Yes, I do recall you sending me a heart I nearly mistook for a spec of dust."

Zayne's cheeks flushed slightly. He looks away for a second before you continue.

"Well, look at this!" You show him the photo of the heart from this morning. The angle was perfect, showing off the crystallized heart and the prism that decorated your floor. You smile at the photo, Zayne's shoulders relax, and he lets out a small sigh.

"See? This is the second time someone left a heart on my window. I'll admit it's pretty."

Zayne clears his throat, pushing up his glasses, and the redness in his cheeks grows to his ears. Yet he keeps his composure, which may or may not be crumbling from embarrassment.

"This secret admirer of yours needs to find a new hobby."

Zayne brushes them off and turns his attention back to your folder. You had given him quite the scare, and for a second, he thought he was the one who needed a doctor. But you had already caught on, a long time ago, he was fun to tease.

"Nah, I think I should buy this secret admirer a ladder. I want to greet them properly next time they're by my window," you grinned. Zayne was quick to disagree.

"What if this secret admirer just used the elevator and knocked on your door? Wouldn't that be easier?"

Zayne raises a brow, making you laugh at how ridiculous you two were being.

"Well, if they do, I'll welcome them with open arms! Maybe even have something special waiting for them, too."

The corner of Zayne's lips curls into a smile. He couldn't be mad at you, you were adorable, finding the beauty even in the smallest of things. He lets out a breathy laugh before opening your folder and turning his attention to it.

"This secret admirer might take up that tempting offer. However, we're now short on time, and Doctor Zayne has a very important patient to attend to."

After such a long day, you were finally back in the warmth of your home. You couldn't get Zayne's face out of your mind. The way he looked at you after you told him about this secret admirer, you had that poor man stressed.

And just like you previously mentioned, there was a surprise for him, his favorite dessert from that bakery he's always at. But since you were such a gracious host, you made hot chocolate too, to be fair, you made it to warm yourself up, but it was still a nice addition.

Someone knocks at the door, and you rush to open it.

"Coming!"

You knew who you were expecting, but your face still lights up when you see him. Ironically, he was the sun that melted away the snow in your world.

"Why hello there, you must be the one who's been leaving hearts on my window, right?"

You were giving the act your all. Zayne smiles at you because you always welcomed him with open arms and hands you a boquet your favorite flowers, some of them were made from his evol and had tiny little frosted hearts on them, he was always so thoughtful and observant, noticing the slightest shift in your mood in seconds or the way how he cares and loves you like you're his reason for living. That was your Zayne, and you were the only one who had the privilege to see that side of him.

"I heard from a friend that you wished to meet your secret admirer. I came to ward them off,"

You take the bouquet and motion for him to enter your apartment. Zayne closes the door behind him, then gently places a hand on your cheek. His cold fingers caress your cheek. Now it was just you and him in your little world.

"So, here I am."

Zayne whispers, despite being together for over a year, he still could make you weak in the knees. You could barely continue the act, covering your face with the bouquet and turning your gaze away.

"I-I bought you— I mean I bought them their favorite dessert. I'm not sure if your friend mentioned that. And I made hot chocolate! If you'd like to stay for a while, of course. I'm sure they got the memo that I'm taken and won't be stopping by."

Zayne chuckles at how you almost instantly folded. He loves seeing you like this, whole and entirely you. Here, you can be yourselves without the pressures and expectations of the outside world. You were his home.

"Sounds like you've already planned the perfect stay-at-home date, my love."

Zayne carefully lowers the bouquet from your face.

"Seriously, though, hearts on my window? Is there a reason for that?"

You shyly added. Placing the bouquet in the center of the dinner table, Zayne takes out a set of plates and mugs from the cabinet and places them down on the table before pouring hot chocolate into your mugs. There was something domestic about seeing him maneuvering around your apartment like this. You wondered how things might change when you two do share a home someday, or maybe how nothing might change at all.

"I wanted you to know that even on mornings that I do not wake up beside you, my heart is still with you. Even if it's anatomically incorrect…"

You laugh at the last part. You made your way to his side, not wanting him to do all the work. You placed the desserts on the plates and then set them on the table.

"I enjoyed the spec very much, thank you, Zayne."

Zayne pauses, then lets out a long sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"That one was a test. I didn't think it would be so difficult to create something as simple as a heart from the ground floor, and unfortunately, I didn't have time to fix it. Still, I'm glad you were happy to see it even in its imperfect form."

Zayne explains. You laugh softly at his explanation.

"It's imperfect, yet it's still able to be loved, just like us."

You say softly as you embrace him. He closes the gap between your lips, wrapping his arms around your middle. He truly loved you.

He breaks the kiss, your breaths mingling together as he rests his forehead against yours. His green eyes peered into yours with a softness reserved only for you.

"If it means that you'll think of me every time you look out your window," Zayne uses his evol, creating two hearts similar to the one on your window. He carefully places them into your hands. You smile at the little hearts that are now forever yours. But there was a deeper meaning to it.

"Then I'll leave a heart on your window every day from now on."

This was his way of showing you how deeply engraved your name was in Zayne's heart, and he wishes he could show you whenever doubts may cloud your mind. He wasn't just putting hearts on the window to make you smile, he was putting his heart on the window, on display just for you.

A/N. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed :3 im still so nervous about writing for the lads boys >.<

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Vanweek 2025!

Hello everyone! I have some great news to share. I would like to announce...

Vanessa/Vanny Week 2025 (aka Vanweek25), a week long celebration of all things Vanessa/Vanny! It will run from September 7th to the 13th.

The rules for this week are practically identical to Vanweek for the most part. There are several different prompts everyday, but you DO NOT have to do them all.

Also you are allowed to create stuff in advance if you do not think you will be able to create something for a prompt on the day of that prompt. This does mean you can create something a month in advance for, say day 5, and just post it on day 5. This has been done to prevent people from stressing themselves out making something on the day that thing has to be released.

In fact, you DO NOT have to try and do a prompt everyday if you do not want to. If you want to make something for just 1 day, that is perfectly fine. Feel free to do whatever you would like with the prompts. The only thing each creation needs to have is Vanessa/Vanny!

Be sure to tag your work (if possible) with "vanweek25" and tag this account @vanessaverse-official if you decided to make anything.

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When you do make something, be sure to include the day it is for as well as whether it's for the WORD or THEME in the tags or description. This will make archival and future viewing of these works easier.

Again, be sure to tag your work (if possible) with "vanweek25" and tag this account @vanessaverse-official

Also try not to release whatever you've made until the respective "day" (i.e. release a story made for day 2 on day 2, no later, no earlier)

Any work released on AO3 will be archived on this collection as well.

However, the most important thing of all is to...

HAVE FUN!!! Like before, the main goal of this event is to have a good time!

[bun-z-bakery]

you sit beside satoru on the couch, your legs tucked comfortably under you as you tap lazily on your phone to cruise the late night takeout menu.

satoru’s legs are warm atop of yours, stretched out and crossed over one another like he owns the place (he kinda technically does), his head resting back on his hands against the arm of the couch.

“why do you still call me gojo?” he asks suddenly, turning his face towards you, lashes fluttering over those stupidly pretty blue eyes.

you don’t look up. “because that’s your name? chinese?”, you suggest.

“wrong. japanese, actually,” he corrects, sitting up. you give him a look, because he knows full well that is not what you meant.

satoru flashes you an innocent grin. “gojo is what the world calls me. sorcerers, students, enemies, fangirls, haters — and haters who are also fangirls.”

you raise an eyebrow at that. “and what should I call you then? lord of infinity?”, you tease.

“that’s reserved for when you’re feeling especially reverent in the bedroom — write it down.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re impossible.”

he leans in so close his voice drops to that low, velvety tone he saves just for you — the one that makes you forget whatever you were saying.

“satoru,” he states softly. there’s a flicker of something behind his grin — something delicate and honest. “call me satoru. just you. only you.”

you blink, lips parting slightly. your phone slips a little in your hand. “satoru,” you echo, trying it out on your tongue. and it feels right — like you’ve already said it a lifetime ago. and the one before that.

those snowy lashes flutter shut like he’s tasting it — savoring it from your lips. “god, it sounds so good when you say it,” satoru practically moans.

your cheeks heat at his shamelessness, but he’s already grinning all smug, tilting his head in the obnoxious little way that he does.

“no one else gets to say it like that,” satoru continues in an affirmative tone. “not like you do, okay? that name — it’s yours now. yours to ruin, yours to whisper, yours to yell if i’m doing something wrong. or doing something right — like you.”

you gasp sharply, scandalized. “preferably you,” he smirks cheekily, eyes shimmering with mischief and warmth.

you shove his shoulder gently and he pouts. you laugh, but your heart feels like it’s swelling with something bigger than you can name, and your cheeks feel too hot. “you’re serious?”

satoru’s voice softens. “i’m serious, baby. i’ve met many people, and i’m telling you — it’s you. from the moment i saw you, heard your voice — i knew it was only ever gonna be you and me in the end and in every life after this. so yeah… my name belongs to you.”

you look at him — really look at him. and for all the power he holds — the strength, the godlike abilities… in this moment, he looks so sincere. so raw — so human.

just satoru. your satoru — if you’ll have him. which you will. just like you’ve had every version of him.

“satoru,” you say once again. and you feel the way his fingers twitch in response where they rest beside yours, skin grazing skin like he can’t help touching you — like the sound alone does something to him.

satoru groans, head flopping onto your shoulder before lifting up again, face so close to yours that you can feel the whispers of his breath against your cheek and his hair tickling your forehead.

“say it again and i’ll marry you right now in that ugly t-shirt.” he says in a serious tone, looking you right in the eye.

you glance down. “this is your t-shirt.”

“all the more reason,” he whispers.

you lean your head on his shoulder and whisper back, just to tease. “satoru.”

satoru inhales sharply like your words are physically hitting him, tipping his head back on the couch with a stupid grin on his face — the definition of a man in bliss.

“again.”

“satoru.”

“again.~” he sing songs.

you sigh, but you still say it. “satoru.”

“again.”

and you do.

again and again — you do. and you do it well, of course. because you’ve had thousands of lifetimes to practice.