#Globby x the spot

[crosspunzel]

What if globby x the spot? 👀

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 18.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,524

warnings/includes (!) Seokjin feels Globby move! a baby shower, Jungkook and Jimin’s instant bromance, therapy mentions, smut; fingering (blame real Jin’s hands lately), spooning, a big decision is made! 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; they’re back!!! I hope you enjoy, please let me know! Any comment, short or long is very much appreciated <3

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The movement in your stomach seemed stronger than usual, but it took you a moment to realise because you were hooked on the TV show you were watching in bed. Over the past few weeks Glob’s flutters and jabs had gotten stronger, making you pause whatever you were doing at the time or even making you say ‘oh’ out loud comically, but this felt different. 

You looked down, your sweatshirt already rolled up to under your boobs because Seokjin had been rubbing moisturiser on your bump moments ago. On cue, the movement happened again – a rolling movement – and with it, you were sure you saw your stomach move too. You stared wide-eyed, telling yourself you probably imagined it. The motion had barely been there, maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you. However then, as if your daughter wanted to set you straight, something small protruded from beside your belly button. It was brief, barely there and gone in a blink, but you knew it was your baby. You weren’t visualising things. 

“Seokjin!” you called abruptly, excitement and eagerness setting in. He was missing this. He was in the bathroom, and he was missing this. “Honey!” you shouted a little louder. You heard the toilet flush, and groaned, wriggling up the pillow underneath your head until you were sitting against the headboard. You kept your eyes trained on your bump, desperate for Glob to move again, but it for it to happen once Seokjin was back. You took a deep breath, readying yourself to shout at the top of your lungs. 

“SEOKJIN!” You didn’t care if your neighbours might think you were screaming for help. 

Immediately, you heard him shout your name back, panicked, and the bathroom door sounded as if it was getting yanked off its hinges when he tore it open. A few seconds later he was rushing inside your bedroom, his face aghast. “What’s wrong?” 

The excitement you felt outweighed your guilt for having worried him, so you beckoned him forward with your hands impatiently. “I saw Glob move!” 

His eyes rounded with alarm, now turned to astonishment. “Really?”

You nodded quickly. “I saw it! My stomach sort of waved, and then I saw a jab. Like it was her foot or something!” You were so thrilled your words came out fast and breathless. 

You were in shock. Dr. Choi had already informed you that from here on in, in your third trimester now, you would soon start to see your baby’s movements from the outside, but you hadn’t been expecting it this soon. You were only 28 weeks pregnant, and when you’d read online it had said it was more common after the thirtieth week. So you hadn’t been expecting this. Granted, the movement hadn’t been the most visible, and probably if you’d had your sweatshirt pulled down properly you wouldn’t have even noticed it at all, but that didn’t matter one iota. It had happened and you had seen it. And now you wanted Seokjin to see it too. 

You paused the show you were watching, which had been forgotten up until now, and closed your laptop as he got on the bed. Kneeling beside you, his eyes were glued to your stomach. “Where?” He cupped it with both hands, one on either side. 

“Near my belly button. To the left,” you directed, feeling him move his left hand over a little. 

He crouched down, murmuring to your bump with hushed excitement. “Globby? Are you awake in there?” You giggled, always loving it every time he spoke to your daughter. “Will you kick your mother again so I can see it?” 

That, you didn’t love so much. “Hey,” you exclaimed, pushing at his shoulder with your hand and making him laugh. “Kick him straight in the nose, Glob.” 

“Not the nose,” he wailed, clutching it. “I have a really important meeting Monday.” 

Hand back on your stomach, you both waited patiently, praying that your daughter would move again. A couple of minutes passed, nothing happening, and Seokjin’s expression turned from hopeful to dejected. He slumped onto his back, head beside your bump, one hand caressing the underneath of it. “I wanted to be there for the first one.” 

You reached down to stroke his hair, feeling sorry. You’d been talking about this moment for weeks now, and each time Seokjin had expressed how much he wanted to be there for it, hoping it wouldn’t happen while you were both in work or away from each other. These days, unless Seokjin was incredibly busy, you spent all your free time together. The summer had flown by, and autumn was just around the corner, and you were getting more and more pregnant by the day. Glob was now the size of an eggplant, which was still hard to wrap your head around, even more so now that you’d seen her move. Your bump was slowly starting to get in the way, and your energy was waning. Heartburn was a bitch too. But none of that seemed to matter right now. Your daughter was the epitome of the idiom alive and kicking (your womb.) And as if to emphasise that even more for you, you felt another roll of your stomach. 

Seokjin felt it to, because his hand froze, and he lifted his head. 

“Oh,” you breathed, excited. “Jin, it’s happening again!” 

Seokjin sat up quickly, hovering over you, both hands back on your bump. Glob moved again, and you made a face because it felt so weird – not a bad weird – definitely a good weird, but it was going to take some getting used to, especially because you knew it was only going to get stronger. 

“Woah,” Seokjin awed, staring at your stomach. Then he chuckled. “It’s amazing. Feel.” He took one of your hands and pressed it to your stomach, as if you couldn’t feel your daughter moving inside you already, but you didn’t mind. Seokjin was in complete amazement, his eyes round, mouth open. 

“She’s moving around so much,” you gasped as you felt her again. 

“I can’t believe I can finally feel it.”  

Seokjin sounded so happy it made you smile even harder. He had waited for this moment for so long. “And see it too, right?” you asked eagerly “You did see my stomach move?” You hadn’t been imagining it. 

Seokjin nodded rapidly. “It definitely moved.” 

A couple more minutes past, but it seemed that Glob had had enough for tonight. With a happy sigh, Seokjin moved your laptop and sat beside you, kissing your nose. “This is just the beginning. She’s going to wriggle around like a cute little worm in there even harder.” 

“Don’t call our daughter a worm,” you laughed. 

“I said cute.” 

With another laugh, you reached for your phone on the nightstand. “I need to tell Yuna!” 

Seokjin stopped you, his fingers reaching around your wrist. “But you’re seeing her tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Let’s finish the show you’re watching.” 

“Yes, the show I’m watching. You were on your phone.” But you put down your phone anyway, deciding he was right. Tonight should just be you and him, cuddling and talking about your baby wriggler. You settled down, snuggling up to him when he put his arm around you. 

“You can tell her and everyone else at the party,” he continued, reaching for your laptop. 

You snorted. “It’s not a party, Seokjin. It’s a baby shower.” 

A baby shower you hadn’t really wanted. Not that you weren’t thankful to Yuna for organising it, or thankful for everyone that was coming, it was just…you hated being the centre of attention. Just the thought of tomorrow made you feel a little queasy, but Seokjin was excited, so maybe you could be too. Yuna kept telling you not to see it as a baby shower, but a ‘celebration’. Which was ridiculous because that’s what a baby shower was! You were also a little unsure if it was too early for it, considering you were only 28 weeks pregnant and most people had their showers closer to the birth date. But she said that was nonsense. A month before your due date would be too late to enjoy yourself. You’d be cranky and bloated (Thanks, Yuna) and wouldn’t feel like celebrating. You were healthy and so was Glob, now would be the perfect time, you were just a worrier. 

Plus, she kept reminding you, it would be a practical idea to have the shower now, what with all the gifts. You’d be thankful for all the extra baby things when your due date got closer, knowing what you already had and what you needed to get. She had a point, you realised. It was good to be organised. You’d started buying things by now, but you could never have enough diapers, and while you knew that babies outgrew their clothes shockingly fast, the extra rompers would come in handy. Spit ups and poo explosions would be happening a plenty! 

Unable to think of anymore reasons to refuse, you’d warned her to keep the ‘celebration’ small. You thought you didn’t know many people, but once you’d invited your family, Seokjin’s family, Yuna’s parents, Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and Kang, Namjoon and Yoongi, Yeeun and Tara, Mari too, the guestlist was fairly large – or large to you at least. That’s what was making you anxious right now, the thought of all those eyes on you. But you’d work through it, feeling loved that so many people wanted to celebrate the upcoming birth of your daughter with you. 

You cuddled in tighter to Seokjin, his body warm and firm. “She said she’ll be at your place 9am, bright and early.” 

She’d wanted to book a venue, but you’d put your foot down with that one, not wanting the added expense or fuss. Seokjin’s apartment was large enough to fit 20+ people, it would be perfect. It would take a couple of hours to decorate and then she had to be there for the caterers and Jimin had to collect the cake… Where Yuna found the time to organise a baby shower amongst work and planning her wedding you had no clue, but she continued to amaze you. 

Seokjin groaned above you. “Tell me why we’re spending the night here then?” 

You laughed. He had a point, but it was a Friday night, and you were exhausted after the work week. The thought of leaving your bed was agonising (who cared if you were being dramatic) so Seokjin had driven over to your place after he’d escaped the office. 

Pressing resume on your laptop, you both tried to settle down, your excitement still evident. You didn’t even mind it when Seokjin started to ask a million and one questions about the show you were watching, and that usually annoyed you a lot. When the episode ended and you were about to start a new one, Seokjin pulled your sweatshirt down, which had still been sitting above your stomach. By the way his hand run all over your bump, you knew it was his sneaky way of trying to coax your daughter into moving again. 

“I want to feel her more,” he said on cue, voice soft and hopeful. 

“Maybe she’s having a nap right now,” you chuckled. Probably waiting for you to fall asleep before she became active again. It was already getting more uncomfortable in the nights, but with Glob learning how to jab this evening, your nights were bound to be even more interrupted. “If she starts wriggling around in the middle of the night, I’ll wake you up.” 

Instead of being displeased with the idea, Seokjin’s face lit up. What a strange man. 

The baby shower started at 2pm. 

Yuna had spent the entire day getting everything ready, decorating Seokjin’s living area with bunting and balloons, the theme ‘the moon & the stars’ which Seokjin had come up with. You tried to help but she ordered you to ‘sit down and do nothing’, so you ended up reading while her, Jimin and Seokjin worked very hard, much to your chagrin. When the food arrived, you were blown away. A lot of it had been customised for the shower and was so pretty you didn’t want anyone to eat it. Because you hadn’t decided on a name for your daughter yet, the cake had a personalised ‘Glob’ topper on it, which you couldn’t stop laughing at. Thankfully your guests were aware of the nickname, else you would’ve predicted a lot of confused looks. Yuna had outdone herself, and you had no doubt in your mind that her wedding would be the wedding to end all weddings. 

As you got ready, you actually found yourself feeling quite excited, and when the guests started to arrive, you no longer felt awkward or nervous. It was a feeling you had trouble describing when you looked around at everyone, happy and thankful they had come. Seeing your father, Yeonja and your siblings made you especially happy. Things with them had been great lately, especially with your father. Every few days he sent you crib updates via text. He was still learning how to use his phone properly, so you’d been sent a couple of blurry selfies by accident at first, due to front facing camera mix-ups, but the crib was beyond beautiful. For the first time in your life you were actively there for one another. You were both trying. 

On top of that, you’d made the brave decision to try therapy again. After finding out that Seokjin had a therapist, it got you thinking. There was never any harm in having someone to talk to. So much had changed in your life this year, it would be good to just talk about it. Being pregnant had pushed you to change some things about yourself. You felt better for it, and proud that you had done it by yourself, but help was always appreciated. You had Seokjin and Yuna, and friends and family, but having that extra person, someone who was qualified to listen and help, was appreciated, especially because in a few months your life would be changing forever. 

Your dad and Seokjin were getting along well too. He’d promptly apologised to Seokjin after he’d come back from Japan, and your boyfriend had courteously accepted it. Things were still a little wooden between them but were getting better each time they saw one another. A couple of weeks ago they’d even gone fishing together – and no one had been pushed overboard! You were happy that your father could see with his own eyes how good a person Seokjin was. Your man had the sweetest personality and was naturally attentive. The fact everyone who knew him, and everyone you’d ever introduced him to, thought he was wonderful was a testament to that. 

The afternoon was great fun, and you were surprised by how much you enjoyed yourself. Unfortunately, Kang couldn’t make it in the end because he had to do a double shift at the hospital, where he worked as a nurse. Hoseok told you Kang was sad about it because that meant he was not only missing your shower, but also the first meeting of Jungkook and Yuna. This moment in time had become so anticipated, that even Hoseok and Kang, who had not met Yuna either, were predicting what would happen. Would they take one look at each other and start fighting?! Would they fall in love instantly, meaning Yuna would leave Jimin just like that?! (You weren’t really a fan of that one.) Would the universe implode?! There were so many possibilities. 

But as it turned out, everything went surprisingly well. You found a quiet moment and introduced her to Hoseok and Jungkook at the same time. They stared at one another for a short while, probably thinking to themselves ‘so this is the person I always get compared to’ – or maybe they were just sizing one another up. And then Yuna said “I like your boots” and that was that. Jungkook smiled and said thanks, and then moved on to the food. It was all rather anticlimactic. You’d all been holding your breaths for nothing. 

The actual surprise ended up being the instantaneous bromance Jungkook and Jimin seemed to develop over at the buffet table. They became inseparable all afternoon, having major fun with the baby shower games Yuna had organised. 

One was a ‘Guess Who’ game, where the guests had to decide who out of you and Seokjin had said something or done something during the pregnancy, or who would do what after the baby was born. It included the question: ‘Who ran off when they found out the news?’ That one caught your father’s attention, considering he had no clue that had happened, but Yeonja did a great job at distracting him while the story was told to everyone. You would murder Yuna after everyone had gone home. 

Lastly, you got to open gifts, blown away by everything your friends and family had bought you. You had so many new things for the baby: rompers, blankets, diapers, wipes, lotions, shampoos. Taeoh had proudly given you a wrapped gift box which contained the cutest baby bath toys. Your sister and brother had bought the most beautiful moon night light, and Yuna had thoughtfully brought you some nursing bras (and nipple pads, but you didn’t want to think about leaky boobies right now). She’d also paid for you to have a maternity photoshoot, which you were not as pleased with. She was determined to put you in awkward positions it seemed… It was Jungkook that made the biggest impression though, buying Glob an extortionate Moncler jacket. You didn’t know what to do when you opened it. He was not normal. She’d grow out of it in the blink of an eye. His response? “You can give it back to me and I’ll save it for my future child.” Which was actually kind of sweet. He’d also gifted you the day at a fancy spa, and that sounded like heaven right now. 

By the time the baby shower was over, you were dead on your feet. Yuna and Jimin stayed behind to tidy up a little, while you and Seokjin put the leftovers in the refrigerator. The rest could be done tomorrow, Yuna said she’d be over in the morning to take down the decorations, and once they left, Seokjin very kindly drew you a bath. You liked his bathtub because it was huge. You didn’t feel like eating anything after grazing all day, so you decided to watch a movie and then head to bed. Like the bath, Seokjin’s TV was massive, and the sound system felt as though you were inside a cinema, so it made viewing fun, but for a while you were both distracted, wondering if you’d see Glob move again, as it was around this time yesterday she’d decided to wriggle about. You’d been on standby all day, Yuna eager to get her hands on your bump, but even though you’d felt movement throughout the day, it was nothing like last night, so you were crossing your fingers that the evenings were when she came to life. Unfortunately, there were no interruptions during the movie. 

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In bed a couple of hours later, Seokjin got in behind you and wrapped his arm around your middle, kissing your cheek. You wiggled against him, giggling when he started to kiss your ear, the feeling ticklish. 

“I liked seeing everyone dote on you today,” he murmured happily. 

You laughed. “You’re weird.” But you knew exactly what he meant. You loved seeing Seokjin get the attention he rightfully deserved. Seokjin hummed in agreement anyway, his mouth pressing warm kisses over your jaw. You rolled onto your back a little, giving him your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth, and when his hand grazed over your breast, your nipple puckered reflexively. 

He nudged his hips against yours and looked at you. “Can I dote on you right now?” 

“Is that your way of telling we you want to have sex,” you grinned. 

“No,” he chuckled, then leaned in to kiss your mouth. “We don’t have to have sex, I just…want to make you feel good.” The way he said it made you snort, and he pulled back, incredulous. “What? What’s wrong with wanting to give you an orgasm?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you smiled, stroking down his arm. 

In fact, you would really, really love an orgasm. It had been a few days, maybe a week. The more pregnant you got, the less sex seemed appealing. You knew it would happen, and you were still in the process of mourning your new reality. It didn’t mean you never had sex at all, you did. Just not as frequently as you used to. Maybe tonight you could reconnect your bodies. Now that he’d put the idea into your head, it wasn’t going to leave. 

You gripped his shoulder, looking him hard in the eyes. “Please make me cum, Seokjin.” 

Groaning, he captured your mouth with his hungrily. It instantly turned you on knowing how much he wanted you, always did, and heat pooled between your legs as his tongue swiped over yours. Your skin prickled as he slipped a hand under your pyjama top, running his fingers over the curve of your breast before cupping it. When you moaned in response, he moaned right back, his kiss turning frantic. Your boobs were sensitive, so the light tweak of your nipple felt mind-blowing. 

“You looked beautiful today,” Seokjin murmured along your jaw, then nipped your ear. “I wanted to touch you as soon as you put on that dress.” As he spoke, his palm grazed down your bump, slipping into your underwear. 

His words and actions were making you feel breathless, and you knew you were wet even before you felt his fingers skim over your folds, coating them. Beginning to overheat, you heaved off the covers with your feet, Seokjin helping you eagerly, and then removed your pyjama pants and underwear. His hand went back between your legs just as his lips pressed against yours, and you felt him circle a finger around your entrance, teasing you. Lifting your hips, you silently encouraged him to enter you, but he didn’t, moving to rub your clit instead. 

Breaking away from your mouth, he lifted your top to reveal one boob, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking. You rolled your hips into his hand with a little cry, the motions against your clit feeling intense, but still not enough. You wanted his fingers inside of you. You loved his fingers, and what he was able to do with them. An expert with your body after these past few months, he could coax an orgasm from you in minutes. 

Looking down, eager to see what his talented fingers were doing, you were disappointed to be met with bump. Not that you were surprised, but it was still annoying. “I wish I could see you,” you complained, voice practically all breath. 

“I’m right here,” Seokjin chuckled, lifting his head to kiss you, his lips glossy. 

“I mean what you’re doing down there,” you whined. 

Chuckling again, he nipped your bottom lip, sultry eyes catching yours. “Want me to describe it to you?” 

You nodded enthusiastically, suddenly unable to speak. Seokjin’s voice was low, sending fresh shivers up your body, and you held your breath when you felt his fingers at your entrance again. 

“Right now,” he began thickly – slowly, “you’re so wet I could fit two of my fingers inside you…but I’m going to work up to it…tease you a little.” 

“Seokjin.” You could feel yourself clenching in anticipation. 

“What?” he wondered, feigning innocence. Then finally, he pushed one long finger inside. The fill wasn’t much, but it felt amazing, your back arching a fraction, as much as your bump would let you. Seokjin grunted, enjoying the view. It was no secret he loved your pregnant body very much. You often joked that he wouldn’t find you as attractive once the baby was born, having known you for longer pregnant than not, but he said that was impossible. He would find you attractive no matter what. 

“You’re so warm and soft,” he continued, started to pump inside you. “You’re already squeezing me. You can’t be close already, can you?”

Closing your eyes, you let out a shaky breath. He was determined to work you up. “If you keep on speaking, then yes.” 

That made him laugh, the sound bursting out of him, and then just like that, he started rubbing your clit with his thumb, the double sensation making you moan loudly. You circled your hips, moving with him, whimpering greedily. Yes, you were close, you were extremely close. 

“Baby, look at me,” Seokjin demanded softly, reaching over you to cup your jaw. You opened your eyes with a pleased moan. He didn’t call you baby very often, but every time he did, it was in bed. Angel was still your favourite, but baby did something to you, especially right now. 

You parted your lips, eager to have him kiss you. When they ghosted his, he pushed another finger inside you, making you gasp. Kissing you hungrily, he hooked his fingers, grazing against your g-spot with every stroke.

“Fuck—” you cried, gripping the wrist of the hand holding your face still.

“You’re so wet. Can you hear yourself?” To demonstrate, he moved his fingers a little faster. You squelched loudly around them. 

You lifted your hips off the bed in desperation, just a little more and you would come. He knew that, intensifying his movements until you were clinging to him, body tense as your orgasm built and built, and then finally, finally, you were coming, sighing with relief and pleasure. 

Seokjin kissed you like something possessed, pressing himself against your hip, and you were still turned on, still hungry. You wanted more of him. “You,” you panted, trying to slide your hand between your bodies to grip his neglected erection. “I want—you. Inside me, Seokjin. Hurry!” 

He didn’t need to hear it twice, just as eager as you. Rolling you on your side, he quickly got naked from the waist down, and lifted your leg, slipping his hard cock between your thighs before pressing against your soaked entrance. After he slowly pushed in, taking his time indulgently (maybe because he knew how it was going to go), it didn’t take him long before he was panting against your ear and coming inside you. The sensation making your toes curl with delight. 

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Afterwards, while you were in the bathroom, Glob decided it was time to party again. Maybe you’d woken her up with your bedtime exercise, or maybe she just knew what time of the day it was. Night-time for you was daytime for her, clearly. Washing your hands as fast as you could, you rushed straight into the bedroom again. “Seokjin, quick! She’s moving again!” These movements were stronger than those throughout the day, you were learning the difference quickly, which meant you should be able to see them on the outside again. 

Seokjin shot up from the bed, excitement written all over his (still very flushed) face and moved to kneel where you were stood at the foot of the bed, pyjama shirt already pulled up to your boobs. You felt another ripple, your bump moving slightly with it, and Seokjin reached out to touch you, feeling another one. He laughed in disbelief, gazing at you with crinkled eyes. Your cheeks were beginning to ache you were grinning so wide, and then you felt something that made you suck in a breath. 

“That was definitely a kick,” you laughed, surprised by the force of it. 

Seokjin had felt it too by the look on his face. “Or a punch,” he laughed back. 

You stayed like that for another few minutes until your daughter settled down, and then Seokjin kissed you and took your hand in his. “Come to bed, it’s getting late.”

You didn’t turn off the lamp just yet though, kissing each other more while Seokjin caressed what he could reach of your body. After a little while, he pulled away, stroking your hair. “Are you sleepy?” 

“A little. Why?” 

“I just wanted to talk about something, but never mind, go to sleep.” He stroked your hair again and kissed your nose. “I can ask you in the morning.” 

That caught your attention, and now you were wide awake. “Ask me what?” 

You watched him hesitate, feeling worry wash over you. “Jin?” 

“I’m going to sell the apartment,” he blurted out.  

“What?” you spluttered, eyes wide. “Why?” 

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.” He rolled onto his back as he replied, and you leaned up on your elbow, eager to hear what he had to say. “This place is hardly practical for a newborn.” 

You considered his words. They did make sense, but you didn’t want him to feel as if he had to move. This place was his, he’d lived here a long time. Before you could express that, he cupped your face, softly stroking the shell of your ear with his fingers. “I want a house,” he smiled slowly. “With a garden, so Globby can play outside when she’s older.” 

The image his words conjured in your mind filled you with a warm, longing feeling. When he saw your smile, Seokjin’s broadened. “That makes sense.” You leaned in to kiss him, then laughed. “So you were asking me for…my thoughts?” 

“I was asking you for your help,” he corrected. 

“Oh?” 

He pulled you in for another kiss before he explained. “You’ll be spending a lot of your time there, too. I want you to love the house just as much as me.” 

Oh. He wanted you to help him look for a house? You would be spending quite a lot of time there once your daughter was born, that was true. Still, you trusted Seokjin not to make any wild decisions. 

“What do you say?” he prompted, looking a little nervous. 

“Of course I’ll help you.” 

Seokjin beamed, taking one of your hands in his. “I can’t wait.” He let go of you to stretch back and reach for the lamp. “Let’s go to sleep now, we’ll talk about it more tomorrow, you’re tired.” 

But you weren’t anymore. 

You found yourself still awake long after Seokjin had happily fallen asleep. In the dark, your thoughts seemed to spiral. They weren’t horrible thoughts, just worrisome. Up until now you hadn’t given much thought to the fact you’d be raising your baby between two homes. You and Seokjin were happy to split your time between both places right now, but you had to be realistic, you were 7 months pregnant! Time was getting on. You couldn’t very well have two of everything. Two cribs, two bathtubs, two baby swings. It was wasteful, and not at all practical. Not to mention, your daughter would need to feel settled once born. 

You hadn’t been completely unorganised, granted. You’d already put together your birthing plan while you still had the time and energy, deciding to give birth at a birth centre rather than a hospital, considering you were still quite anxious inside one. The birth centre you’d visited over the summer had been impressive and the staff lovely. Your pregnancy was low risk, so it just made sense to give birth somewhere you’d be relaxed in, as well as taken care of. It wasn’t that far away from a hospital either, so if God forbid there were any complications, you could be transferred quickly. 

So you had the birth planned, but not much else it seemed… What were you going to do? 

“What’s up with you today? You don’t seem yourself.” 

It was the next day, late afternoon, and you were back at your house with Yuna. After pulling down all the baby shower decorations, she’d driven you home. Seokjin was staying at his place tonight, prepping for the meeting tomorrow. You didn’t want to distract him. Jimin was out with friends, so Yuna and you were making use of the opportunity, going through some of the wedding plans. Last month the bridesmaid dresses had been chosen, sage green in colour. They were stunning, not that you could fit into yours right now. You’d have to wait until early next year before you could get any alterations done. Next on the list was choosing music for the ceremony. 

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” But your sigh disproved that. Yuna stared you down until you gave in. “Seokjin is moving house.” 

She looked instantly baffled. “What? Why? His place is amazing.” 

“He wants a place with a garden. Plus, he says his apartment isn’t really practical for a baby.” 

Yuna considered this and shrugged. “He has a point. It is very ‘bachelor pad.’” Then, as if realising something, she frowned. “So why aren’t you happy?” 

“I am happy,” you insisted. “I’ve just been…thinking.” 

“Oh, god.” 

“No, listen. Hear me out,” you argued, irritated by the roll of her eyes. “While we were talking last night, I realised that we’re going to have to raise Glob in two different households. That means I need two of everything.”

“Seokjin’s hardly strapped for cash,” Yuna pointed out. 

“That’s not the issue,” you said with a frustrated laugh. 

Yuna shrugged again. “Then the answer’s simple. Move in together.”

“What?” 

“Live. Together.” She sounded out each syllable slowly and loudly, as if you couldn’t hear her. Oh, you could hear her all right. 

“That’s insane. We’ve only been together a few months.” 

“Yes, so? You’re having a baby together, I don’t think that matters.” 

“It’s still a little too soon.” 

“And so is having a baby together, but that didn’t stop you.” 

You could feel your frustration mounting up. Yuna kept saying that, but it wasn’t at all helpful. Yes, having a baby together was a much bigger commitment than living together, but it didn’t stop it from feeling big and scary. 

“Come on, it makes perfect sense,” Yuna encouraged, excitement lighting up her face. “You can’t cart Glob around like she’s a weekend bag once she’s born. It’ll be unfair on her. Babies need routine.” 

Oh great, now she was using your unborn daughter to manipulate you. Hadn’t the same worries kept you up for most of the night? You knew logically it didn’t make sense to live apart, but you didn’t want to freak Seokjin out. If he’d wanted you to move in together, wouldn’t he have suggested it last night? 

“This is too stressful to think about right now,” you groaned, throwing yourself back against the sofa. You looked down at your bump, feeling defeated. “Why do issues always seem to pop up out of nowhere?” 

It had been a rhetorical question, but Yuna answered anyway. “Because you make the issues.” You stared at her, unamused. She ignored you and kept talking. “Living together seems perfectly reasonable to me. You see the guy pretty much every day.” 

That was true, you hardly spent the night apart these days. Even now, you were thinking about how lonely you would feel in bed tonight. “So what?” you asked quietly. “I’m just supposed to ask him if he wants to move in together? It’s that simple?” 

“Please, the big softy will love it.” 

But he hadn’t brought it up last night… That told you he either hadn’t thought of what would happen after Glob was born, just like you, or he just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment yet. The latter made you inexplicably sad. 

“We haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet,” you said out of nowhere, surprising yourself. 

“What does that have to do with it?” 

You shrugged. It didn’t really. It wasn’t as if you were waiting on Seokjin to say those three little words, so you didn’t understand why you had pointed that out. “It just seems a little backwards, that’s all.” 

“Once again, you are having his baby,” Yuna cried, clearly frustrated. Then, her expression grew concerned. She asked carefully, “Are you unsure about your feelings for him? Is that the problem?” 

“No! What?” You were baffled. “Where did that come from?” 

“Well, you’re the one going on about love!” 

You sighed. “I just worry that’s all… I don’t want to ruin our relationship by rushing into things—I know, I’m having his baby,” you added when Yuna opened her mouth to interrupt. 

“____, this is the happiest I’ve ever seen you,” Yuna told you seriously. “Seokjin and Glob might not have been planned, and even after all this time, it’s probably still a little scary—I get that, but just go for it. I’m 100% sure he’ll be over the moon when you bring it up and agree immediately.” 

You found yourself smiling, touched by her words. “That sure?” 

“Ok, maybe 99.99% sure,” she laughed. “Just in case.” 

“Yunaaaa,” you whined, but laughed along when hers got louder. “So if he says yes, we just what, buy a house together?” 

She nodded and looked around the room. “This place is obviously worth something.” 

That’s when your heart sunk. Of course. Why hadn’t you come to that conclusion already? Did baby brain start during pregnancy? You hadn’t looked it up. Because you were slow to the mark constantly lately. 

You were going to have to leave this place. The place you’d called home all your life. The place you’d shared with your mother for nearly 25 years. 

“It’s exciting,” Yuna sang, misinterpreting your expression. “Don’t look so scared.” 

“I’m not scared, I’m sad,” you replied croakily. 

“About moving in with Jin?” 

“No,” you chuckled, but felt tears pricking even as you did so. You wiped them away before they could fall. “Sad about leaving here. I thought I’d live here for the rest of my life.” 

Yuna smiled sympathetically. “So did I. But then you ended up falling in love with a multi-millionaire.” 

“Shut up,” you snorted, grateful she was making a joke. 

“What about if he moves in here with you?”

“That’s a nice idea, but this house is too small.” You didn’t even think you could fit Seokjin’s belongings inside, let alone his and your baby’s. No, if you were going to live together, it needed to be somewhere new and big enough. 

Yuna took one of your hands in hers, giving it a small squeeze. “Your mom wouldn’t mind you leaving. You have to fly the nest sometime,” she joked, making you chuckle. 

She was right. You’d never expecting it to happen, and it had crept up on you, but you’d outgrown this house. The realisation was bittersweet. If Seokjin agreed to live together, you would feel sad to leave this place behind, but that didn’t mean your memories would be left behind too. It was time to move on. The memory of your mother went beyond this house. You were a mother yourself now, and it would soon be up to you to make everlasting memories for your own daughter. 

You couldn’t wait. 

After work the next day, Seokjin came over, and you were extremely happy to see him. He’d phoned you last night before you’d fallen asleep, but it wasn’t the same as him being with you in person, softly saying good night to you before he switched off the light. You missed him when he wasn’t around. That thought made you even more determined to bring up moving in together. Still, plucking up the courage to do so was another story…

The evening went on. You ate together and then sat down, idly watching the television. Or at least you were idly watching, your mind on other things. Seokjin was absorbed, laughing at a show he’d flicked on to, but ever the perceptive, it didn’t take him long to realise something was the matter. 

“You’re quiet tonight,” he nudged gently. “Is everything all right?” 

“Yup,” you nodded, maybe a little too quick and cheery. At his silent prompt, you found yourself hesitating. You’d half been hoping he’d bring up house hunting again so you could naturally slip in your big, crazy idea, but it didn’t seem like he was, and this was your perfect opportunity. “I, uh…I wanted to ask you something.” 

Seokjin sensed your uneasiness and shifted in his seat. “Sure. What is it?” His voice was low with concern.

“Well, you know how you were talking about house hunting,” you began haltingly. Seokjin nodded. “And you wanted my help…” Seokjin nodded again, and bless him for not growing impatient. You took a deep breath, psyching yourself up. “What if…we house hunted together?” 

Seokjin furrowed his brow and then chuckled. “Yes…that’s what we’d be doing, isn’t it? I’m going to call the place I used to buy my apartment. Tomorrow probably. We might have to go in the evenings, if that’s all right? I want to find something as soon as possible.” He reached to cup your bump as he spoke, smiling at you. 

Oh, God. He’d misunderstood. You tried again, before you could chicken out. “No, I mean… What if we looked for a house together?” Seokjin’s smile froze a little. “Like, you sold your place, I sold mine, and then we bought a house…together.” Seokjin was staring blankly at you now, and you swallowed down your sick feeling. You waved your hands. “It’s too soon, isn’t it? Never mind. Ignore what I said. I’ve scared you off.” 

To your surprise, he laughed. When you looked at him hurt, he took your hands, bringing them to his mouth to kiss. “You could never scare me off,” he murmured. 

“Really?” you asked in a small voice. 

He nodded and placed your hands in his lap. “I just…wasn’t expecting you to suggest that.” Studying his face, you realised that he was struggling for words because he was so shocked. He chuckled. “I thought I’d have to ease you into it. I know moving in together is a big step.” 

“It is.” 

“I was hoping eventually we would get there,” Seokjin continued carefully. “It would be hard to juggle two houses and a baby.” It touched you that he’d already been thinking about all of this, which was more than could be said for you. He gave you a cheeky grin. “I thought maybe you would stay with me for a couple of months once Glob was born and then you’d decide to never leave.” 

You laughed. “Really? That was your master plan?” 

“I thought it was pretty smart.” 

“You’re very smart,” you agreed, reaching to smush his cheeks. “The smartest.” He guffawed and tried shaking you off, but you held him still. You were relieved he felt the same, but just needed to make sure. “You’re really okay with the idea? It’s not too soon?” 

He placed his hands over yours, looking you right in the eyes. “____, we’re having a baby together. I don’t think it’s too soon at all.” It was strange, but you didn’t dislike hearing that from him. Yuna on the other hand… “I want to be with you and our daughter every single moment I can.” To lighten the mood, he added as a joke, “Besides, we’ll find a big house, so if we start getting on one another’s nerves, we can live in separate quarters.” 

Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck to drag yourself forward. “I really want to live together.” You kissed him. “I missed you last night.” 

He hummed happily against your mouth. “I missed you kicking me too.” 

“You missed Glob jiggling about,” you informed him, pulling back. 

“Oh, whaaat.” 

“She’s obviously decided she loves being super active at night. I’m pretty sure she was doing a one person Mexican Wave in there at one point.” 

“Brilliant.” 

“Not for my insides,” you grumbled. Not that you really cared. You loved feeling your daughter wriggling about inside you. 

“So we’re gonna do this?” Seokjin grinned. 

“We are.” 

He stroked some hair behind your ear, voice careful.  “How do you feel about leaving the house you shared with your mom?” 

His concern warmed you. “I’m a little sad about it,” you admitted, “and I’ll probably be really emotional when it happens, but it’s the right thing to do.” Seokjin nodded in understanding, and you felt the urge to kiss him again. You broke apart laughing. “No way could I fit all your things inside. Your games room is like half the size of my house!” 

“I’m already shotgunning the biggest room in the new house for games room 2.0,” he laughed along. 

“Hey!” Then, wonderingly: “Can I get an office?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Hmm. I’ve always wanted a library room.” 

“With bookcases reaching the ceiling and a ladder?” 

You groaned, practically drooling. “Stop talking dirty to me.” 

Laughter unrestrained, Seokjin brought you in for a hug, careful not to squeeze too hard. “I really can’t wait.” 

You both couldn’t. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

[genshin-impacted]

lost & found // Diluc x Reader (3/3)

Word Count: ~6.5k

Notes: Seelie!Reader, GN!Reader, Diluc/Reader, Mondstadt people interaction + Mondstadt Archon Quest, mild violence/fighting description and mentions of blood, Diluc POV briefly, mainly reader!POV

Summary: Oftentimes you find yourself wondering about your life before becoming a seelie, but with Diluc by your side, you don’t let yourself dwell on the long-gone past-- not when Diluc offers you affection and a tenderness that no one else is privy to. 

But on moonless nights, you let yourself wish upon a star.

(And sometimes, in this world ruled by the Gods and their stars, wishes are granted.)

Alternatively: Diluc has never asked you or needed you to change for him to love you.

[Part 2]

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(thanks for the love for this fic! here is the final addition)

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Diluc breathes out and sees the fog it makes in the frigid air of Dragonspine. The world continues to remind him that he’s lucky to have his Pyro vision, and again he’s inclined to agree that it’s a useful tool indeed. He cannot melt the snow that falls on the peaks of these mountains, but even he must admit that his flames have served him well in this icy winterland-- until it doesn’t. 

His phoenix burns through ruin guards and hunters alike, along with the icy foothold beneath him, and he falls into this cavern with no way up. He thinks it’s ironic that he’s the one that led himself into this predicament and attests it to your influence as his trouble-finding seelie.

Diluc huffs as he dusts off the snow from his shoulders and continues further into the hole he fell into, leaving tracks wherever he can so that you can find him. He knows better than anyone what you can do, and he knows that you cannot find him if he doesn’t leave clues. 

It is neither a surprising nor disappointing revelation to him. Diluc has always known that there is nothing special that binds the two of you together-- and perhaps that is why he cherishes what the two of you have. There is no contract, no string of fate, no hand of god that has put the two of you together or convinced the other to stay. You have chosen to stay with Diluc, and Diluc has chosen to let your presence change his life bit by bit.

Ever since coming back to Mondstadt, he has slowly grown more accustomed to working with other people, though with your appearance, his change has been accelerated. For with every adventure you drag him into, he meets new people, forming different teams. He’s helped Razor handle his broadsword better, and now he visits him ever so often to let him spar to his content. He let his stars be read by Mona, despite his initial hesitance (apparently, you are very into astrology), and can now see the constellations form above him much more clearly. And while he has never seen the need to be closer to his god, Venti sees the both of you more often outside of the tavern, and he sees a glimpse of Barbatos within the wind-weaving bard. 

You are a comforting presence: straightforward, easy to read, and compassionate. And he does not resist, much like everyone else, when you twirl your way into his heart. It is no longer surprising for him to understand that he does not need to be alone on the dark side of dawn when you have chosen to accompany him.

Speaking of choice, Diluc thinks irritably, wringing out the water from his hair. How did he agree to wander around Dragonspine of all places? He must have been caught up in the logistics of the experiment itself as well as your easy agreement. Diluc is admittedly the only person that understands your every nuance (or, well, most of it; some twirls are lost in translation), but even he cannot quite decipher what you want to take from this experiment of Albedo’s. 

When you find him-- which you will, he will ask you, and he thinks you will tell him as best as you can. For someone that cannot speak, you are the most honest individual in his life, which is something he has repeatedly found endearing and refreshing.  

Diluc climbs up the side of a cliff near the camp, only to see Albedo and Sucrose discussing at the edge of it. He briefly wonders if the experiment has ended, but when he does not see your light between the two of them, his breath hitches in the momentary panic he finds all too familiar to when he lost you the first time. 

Albedo spots him before he can speak. “Master Diluc, I’m relieved to find that you’re safe," he says briefly, and Diluc can at least respect how quickly the alchemist gets to the point, because he continues quickly. “Your seelie left to go find you before we could assess the situation.” He sighs as Sucrose frantically hands Diluc a towel to dry himself and a seat. “You gave them quite the scare, disappearing on us like that.” 

“You mean they’re out there on their own right now?” Diluc presses, feeling his hackles raise.

“Yes. We’re going to go out to recount your steps-- undoubtedly, your seelie will be trying to find you--”

Diluc doesn’t need to hear anything else. He holds the towel to Sucrose who nervously puts her hands up, unsure on what to do. “I’ll go find them,” he says. “The experiment is finished now, right?” 

“Do not go." Albedo sighs, and however Diluc thought of him before, it’s evident now that he is, above all else, frustrated with how things have turned out. “It’s my experiment and a miscalculation on my part. You should stay--”

“I’ll be fine--”

“Your vision does not make you impervious to the climates,” Albedo says calmly. He thinks he sees a gleam of cunning in Albedo’s eyes when he glares at the alchemist. “Besides, would your seelie be happy if you got yourself sick going to find them?” And Diluc cannot respond to that. 

“That being said,” Albedo continues, pulling at his gloves. “I predict you will refuse to stay here permanently. As it’s my fault, I’ll provide you with at least a potent heating potion before you go. Please wait; it won’t take long.”

“...Thank you,” Diluc says, taking back his towel much to Sucrose’s relief. When he sees Albedo head off onto his alchemy table, he sighs and settles into his seat. Where could you have gone, he thinks, drying his hair. After leaving the waterfall, he had… climbed the clifftop. Perhaps you lost him there without any way to notice which way he went afterward, which was a mistake on his part. Perhaps he should--

Diluc pauses his train of thought and instinctively turns his head to the left where he sees you floating. And the relief, oh, the relief he feels when he sees you fly toward him makes smiling easy. “There you are. I was about to go look for you since you weren't with Albedo." He swallows, beginning to breathe easy again. "I was worried," he admits, "I--" He stops abruptly when he looks up at you.

You are crying, and he almost does not know what to do. 

He didn’t realize you could cry. Diluc isn’t sure if he can even call them tears-- these globby droplets that disappear when they fall off your body that, when Diluc brushes them away, does not make his gloves wet. 

But he sweeps them away when they come anyways. “Hey,” he says tenderly, as you raise your voice from distress. “It’s okay. I’m fine; I’m here.” He cups your small orb-like body and listens to you as best as he can, sweeping his hand over your head and ears soothingly until your hiccup-like speech slows down to a halt. 

“You found me,” he tells you firmly. “You found me.” He repeats himself until you are warm in his hands and his hair is dry, the towel left forgotten on the ground.

Even when you have long calmed down, he continues to look over his shoulder to watch as you converse with Sucrose. “Did you get what you were looking for?” Diluc asks the alchemist, who hands him the warming potions for any emergencies. 

“Yes. Simply put, your mini seelie does not choose what it finds.” Albedo explains, “However, based on previous observations, they can hone in on things that are… otherworldly. You may be glad to confirm that you are, in fact, not otherworldly. And though this was not my intended result, I also would like to inform you that their attachment to you is out of their own volition…” Albedo watches in barely concealed amusement as Diluc glances over at you again. “Though, I’m sure you already knew this.” He clears his throat. “I would like to offer them future experimentation if they are willing.”

Diluc does his best not to look confused, but his pause gets the better of him. “Why are you asking me?”

Albedo only arches his brow and asks as a matter-of-fact, “Are you not each other’s keeper?” He continues without pause to quickly go over any logistics he has remaining, the details of Dragonspine (lest he fall into a pit again), before going over to talk to you briefly. Diluc wonders what the alchemist talked to you about but he decides to let the questions be asked later.

For now, you twirl up to him, beaming at him more brightly than usual, and he does not have it in him to say anything other than, “Let’s go home.”

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.By the time the two of you arrive at the winery, it is dark. You do not hesitate to corral him into getting ready for sleep, and he indulges you by not protesting.

“What did you want to get out of the experiment today?” Diluc asks you, untying his hair and placing it onto his nightstand. Before he can finish his question, you bury yourself into his hair, and he thinks that your tweets and trills sound very much like laughter. He chuckles. “Avoiding the question, are you? How very unlike you,” he teases, and he knows you hear him when he looks into the mirror and sees you peek out from underneath the red and squeak indignantly.

“I’m kidding.” Diluc lifts his hair so you can climb out and face him. “You’re the most straightforward person I know,” he says fondly, and he briefly wonders when he has gotten so honest with himself, letting you know how he feels with the amount of emotion he puts into his words to you.  

Sated, you flip around once before settling into his cupped hands, deep in thought. Diluc doesn’t quite understand how your mannerisms make your emotions so recognizable, but he imagines that if you had hands, they would be under your chin in a thinking pose. 

He patiently waits for an answer, walking around his room and blowing out the lights. When he turns off the last one, you can only look up at him and let out a quiet coo-- an apology. His hands are already comforting you the moment after you answer him. 

“It’s alright,” Diluc says. “I suppose it’s not exactly easy to explain that.” He adds on immediately, “And don’t apologize again. It’s fine.” 

“I think I can understand why without you telling me,” he says, and if his voice is a little raw, he hopes it goes by unnoticed. “It’s hard, isn’t it-- not knowing what you’re supposed to be doing."

Quietly, you float up, and Diluc feels his heart tremble when you press a kiss to his forehead in a mix of an apology, a comforting notion, and an act of love. He lays down in silence with you, and if you make a nest out of his hair, and if he wakes up with you nestled at the crook of his neck, he does not say a word.

There is no need.

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“Isn’t it enough?” Lisa asks him as she leans over the library railing. Diluc looks over to her as he puts away the last of the books he has asked to borrow, and he knows what she is asking before she finishes. Still, she tilts her head, her hat staying steady on her head, and repeats, “Isn’t it enough that they’re here with you?”

“Yes,” Diluc says without hesitation. “It is.” 

“Can I ask why you’re still researching about seelies then?” Lisa pauses, putting her hand over her shoulder, and Diluc knows she will arrive at the right answer without him telling her. “If not for you then… for them? You’re looking for answers for your mini seelie?” 

"I try to do what I can," he says, ignoring the way Lisa's eyes gleam all too knowingly. (He always knew there was much more to her at first glance.) "Thanks for the help, I--" He pauses when he catches Lisa smiling behind her fist. "...What is it?" he asks warily. 

"Oh, nothing." Lisa croons, giggling, "I just think it's sweet how the two of you treat each other. Anyone would get jealous of that." She pauses, looking out the window as the sun sets in the west. "It almost seems like a miracle to have the two of you find each other, don't you think? Fate, perhaps? How utterly romantic!"

"You're letting Kaeya influence you too much," Diluc retorts, much to Lisa's amusement.

"Maybe so," she says, sighing, "but even if it was fate, you wouldn't have cherished them any less." She gives Diluc a pointed look even he cannot deny. "Isn't that right, Master Diluc?"

Diluc huffs, walking past her to head down the stairs. "Asking that, I'm sure you already know my answer," he tells her, and he lets his mouth twitch in a semblance of a smile when he hears her complain about his tight-lipped attitude. It blossoms into a full-blown smile when he starts heading back to the winery.

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When he comes back, you are waiting for him among the grapevines as the winery is basked in orange light.

He's home.

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Diluc sleeps early and wakes up before the crack of dawn and takes you up the clifftop overlooking the winery. He had told you that there was something he wanted to do and left it at that. Not that you minded-- you were happy to follow him, blocking out any sharp rocks so he wouldn’t grab ahold of them as he climbed and scaring off any elemental wisps that came your way. 

When the two of you reach the clifftop, the sky begins to grow brighter as the sun peeks over the horizon. The color change from blue to yellow then orange is truly beautiful, and you are almost mesmerized as Diluc takes a seat down next to you, watching the sunrise. 

“...It’s almost been a year now,” Diluc says, “since we first met.” 

Happy Anniversary? You squeak in confusion, only to whip your body to face him when you realize why you’re here with him at dawn to watch the beautiful scene unfold before you. You squeak rapidly, stumbling over your words that he cannot hear but can understand anyhow. You hadn’t realized-- You were an idiot for not planning anything either, not that you could-- What kind of ore could you go find to bring to him as a present--? 

“Thank you,” Diluc tells you, “for the past year.” In the backdrop of the rising sun, you think he is almost too bright to watch with that gentle smile of his. The thought is only exacerbated when he cups you in his hands as softly as he has always done. “Let’s see what this year has in store for us together.” 

You trill softly, floating in the air to situate yourself on top of his head to watch the ocean shine brighter with the rising sun. 

It is not the New Year for any country nor culture, but you look into the horizon and make a wish that no one can hear. One year has passed, many things have changed, but you find that the one thing that has not is your adoration for Diluc.

"Let's go back home," he tells you, not for the first time, when the sun rises substantially above the horizon. Obediently, you float down into his sights where you twirl playfully in the air in thanks for the view. He chuckles. "No problem," he says, and he leans down just enough to place a quick kiss in between your ears.

(In hindsight, perhaps you should have wished for more kisses in the following year if you thought that was actually something you could wish for.)

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Like the beginnings of a new arc, you lead Diluc onto the start of another campaign that lasts longer than normal and ties in with the previous adventures you have had with Diluc.

You find Aether on the shores east of Mondstadt. Diluc can only look at you curiously when Aether reveals his visionless powers and his desire to find his sister, for if there were ever any need for corroborating evidence on your talent or ability, Aether is living proof of it.

With the traveler, you resolve many of the things that neither you nor Diluc could comprehend. The red, crystalline tears are purified, the winds calm down with Dvalin’s defeat, and Venti-- or should you say, Barbatos-- as usual, disappears in a wisp of dandelions to leave the City of Freedom to its autonomy. In the breezes of Mondstadt, you can feel his protective gaze upon the city, and more often than not, you find him wandering in the tavern, looking for a quick drink that Diluc offers ‘reluctantly.’ (You know him better now; Diluc would rather hug Kaeya than admit that he cares for the people in his life more than he shows, and Venti is one of the people he can find a fondness for. You still find yourself abashed to know that you are the only one Diluc can say unashamedly and wholeheartedly that he adores you-- in his own way.)

Aether’s presence in Mondstadt is a breath of fresh air, considering how compassionate he is and how willing he is to help with the common troubles of those in the city. He is led along by Kaeya, tugged onto an impromptu date by Lisa, and given a mask to go undercover with Diluc and help him in ways that you cannot. The tug of jealousy is unfamiliar, but you are more glad than anything that Aether can be his partner during the most dangerous of missions. You tag along as moral support and as a guiding post-- and for that, you find yourself most similar to Paimon, who, for some reason, keeps being compared to emergency food. 

“You’re my companion,” Diluc tells you with finality when you look up at him, barely forming the thought in your head about being his emergency food. “Don’t doubt that.”

Turns out, people can not breathe when you are covering their entire face with your translucent body.   

When the dust settles, you never think of turning Aether down when he asks you if you can sense whether his sister is in Mondstadt. 

You leave with Aether and Paimon with the promise that you return to Diluc at the winery. You guide the two of them to Stormterror’s Lair, a place you have gotten far more acquainted with in the past month, and head up to the cliffside where a ruin guard’s footprints remain next to a dandelion. You can sense something here, though you are unsure of what, and you are about to apologize for finding nothing when Aether looks over to you with wet eyes.

You coo up at him comfortingly as he sighs with a mixture of relief and sadness. “Thank you,” he tells you, holding out his hand. You press against it, and you hope he knows that the best you can do to imitate a comforting hand-hold. “At least now I know for sure she’s here in this world.” He smiles at you. “This gives me a lot of hope that I’ll find her, so… thank you, really.” 

Aether leaves for Liyue in the next few days, and if you had known he would leave so soon you would have done more than held his hand. You wish you could comfort him, reassure him that his sister, too, must be looking for him just as hard as he was. (Even if this was not the truth, you think if you wish hard enough, you could maybe manifest it for him.) You have so many words within you and yet none of them are conveyed, and Aether’s sad smile stays. 

It gets hard sometimes, knowing how little you can do, and how much you could have done before-- and this is one of those moments. It is rare for you to feel melancholy over the things you no longer have, but they come and go like the waves on Falcon Coast. Without a word, Diluc can tell when you are feeling down, holding you when you fall into his hands. 

His kisses come more often now, and he places one between your ears when you are with him during your lower moods. You think your day improves almost immediately when he does so, but it helps tremendously also that Diluc never forgets to reassure you.

“If you want me to help you with anything,” he says, “you only need to ask."

You coo again, twirling once, nudging at his cheek before backing away just enough to look at him. If you had a heart (and you sometimes suspect you do), it would be beating quickly as you wait for him to decipher your actions.

“...Ah,” he says, picking you up again. You think for a moment he looks as embarrassed as you feel, but then he asks, “...Another one?” and places a second kiss onto your head. 

You trill, pleased that you are spoiled by Diluc and even happier that Diluc only joins you in your mirth when he huffs in laughter.

“What an honest seelie,” he says, and you could not be more content with how fond he sounds of you and how, again and again, he continues to be patient with you even when you cannot be patient with yourself.

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Sometimes when the moon is high and Diluc is fast asleep, you find yourself at the place you first came to fruition as a seelie. The lake by the Winery and this exact scenery may as well be your birthplace. When you look into the reflection you see your orb-like features, viscous yet watery all at once, emitting light. 

But sometimes, when the only light is coming from the fireflies that glow beside you, you look into the lake and see a familiar face staring back at you. They have your face-- your eyes, your nose, your mouth, and your brows of a time when you were not a seelie. It’s the only time you get to see this image of your past self, reminding you of what you were before. Sometimes, you think you can hear your voice being carried over by the winds of another world, of another time. 

These moments are the only thing you have kept to yourself. 

After all, what’s the point of holding onto something that you no longer have? The man you’ve grown to care for-- grown to love-- is someone who has his eyes set forward toward the future, and you’re going to be there with him no matter what.

Although seelies cannot dream, you dream of carrying over the tray of tankards and washing the dishes in the tavern, of carrying Klee over your shoulders as you lead her to Albedo, of bumping elbows with Kaeya jokingly or placing a blanket over Jean’s shoulders when she falls asleep in her office again.

You dream of lacing your hands with Diluc’s, pressing your lips upon his temple, and hearing his heartbeat against his chest with a steady, grounding rhythm that reminds you you are home.

And sometimes, just dreaming is enough.

(And sometimes, it is not.)

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Life goes on. You see more of Mondstadt and begin to know the land like the back of Diluc’s hand. Knights and adventurers alike know you as the little seelie, and whether they think you follow Diluc or Diluc follows you is up to each person’s interpretation. (Regardless, none of them are wrong.)  

You accompany Diluc when he trains Razor in Wolvendom, and you invite Bennett to adventure sometimes with the two of you. (The boy may be unlucky, but you’re a magnet of trouble, so you think you have some things in common. A lot more things explode when he accompanies you but Diluc can handle it.) You make sure Jean gets some rest (“Your seelie is, um… very…” “Stubborn?” “I was going to say determined.”) and follow Lisa around on her expired library book expeditions. (“You think she’s beautiful, don’t you?” Diluc says to you, and you wonder why you babble excuses to him-- You’re more beautiful!-- while he looks at you in amusement.)

You and Diluc spend more time with other people in comparison to before, but you still have quiet moments with just the two of you when the days are slow. You’ve been learning how to move small things even better than before, among other things, but with this skill in particular, you can actually slide the pieces on the chessboard when you play against Diluc, who looks on (fondly) as you do your best to carefully push the pieces with your body. 

You always end up knocking some down, but when you finally get a handle of it, you do it with such concentration that Diluc doesn't have the heart to offer help. He does, however, end up polishing the board so the pieces slide more easily. You notice it’s shinier but he doesn’t let you pay it any mind.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says to you, and you think the words I love you come to mind more often than not recently. 

Thank you, you trill instead, and you ache with a want that pulses ever so often when you want so much more than you have when Diluc reaches out to caress your head.

“Like I said,” Diluc says softly. “Don’t pay it any mind. It’s your move still, you know.”

And you move the pieces. And you pick the grapes in his vineyard. And you find artifacts of crimson for him. And you kiss the scars from the many years he has battled (with or without you). 

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He gains another in the next, final battle with you as his seelie.

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Diluc has gotten hurt before. It’s inevitable with the number of enemies he faces, the number of times you run into enemy territory, but it has never been a problem for him to stand back up and fight. His fire burns brightly-- shine true is his motto, and Diluc lives those words as though they have been etched onto his soul. 

Much like fire, Diluc is relentless, and you can only follow him as he pushes through enemies, listens to his connections, and finds a den of thieves that have been terrorizing Springvale for months. The two of you should have known that their efficiency was because they were led on by the Fatui, but you fail to notice until they have you surrounded. 

You have every faith in Diluc to come out safe and sound, but it takes only one mistake for you to be reminded that there is a limit to everything. 

The blade slices through so quickly you aren’t sure what happened, but when Diluc pulls his hand back from the cut on his side to have it painted with blood, your heart drops.

“A little out of depth, don’t you think, Darknight Hero?” 

“I’d keep my tongue in my mouth if I were you,” Diluc growls, and you can only tremble in mid-air as your mind races with the things you can do-- only to think of all the things you cannot do. You almost miss what Diluc tells you with the way your hearing fuzzes. “Go back to Mondstadt and tell the Knights where these bandits are,” Diluc says, and you know it’s serious when Diluc thinks about reaching out to the knights. (This is partly true, you would realize later, that despite Diluc’s hesitance on being associated with the knights, he knows you would reach out to Kaeya or Jean if needed-- if not for him but so you would be taken care of.) 

You should have told Jean or Kaeya or Amber or even Lisa where the two of you had gone just in case things go awry. The thought never crossed your mind things could go wrong when you had Diliuc with you.

“You’ll find me again,” Diluc tells you softly when you hesitate, and you wonder how he can lie to you like that when his gloves are too bloodied to even hold you. “I promise.”

How could you ask me to do that? You plead, feeling tears well up again. How could you ask me to leave you?

“It’s okay,” Diluc tells you, and his bare hands are warm. “It’s fine.”

You are ripped out of Diluc’s hands when someone throws an electro grenade in the fire below Diluc’s feet. He’s still standing even after this, but a throwing knife hits him on the shoulder, another grenade to his left. You can do nothing but watch as Diluc is hurt, falling onto the ground. 

If there was ever a moment you wanted something so badly, you would have done anything to get it, it would be right here-- right now. 

You are the last thing he sees.

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“You whose strength stems from your devotion, I shall lend you my power.”

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You don’t know whose voice you heard or how somehow you have the hands to hold onto the Vision framed with Mondstadt wings in your hands, but you’ve learned not to question the good things in life-- one of them being your life at Diluc’s side.

Your voice is loud, you realize, when you shout at the bandits to leave. And your powers are strong-- strong enough to protect the person that matters most.

The bandits run at the fight sign of trouble, and the Fatui agent is unconscious. (You checked.)

You hold Diluc as he lies on your lap, breathing heavily but still breathing-- thank the archons. You quickly brush his hair away from his face and press on his wound, wincing when he lets out a grunt of pain even unconscious. I won’t let them hurt you, you think, taking one of his hands to brush your lips over his knuckles. (His hands are rough and calloused, but you love them just the same for how gently they held you when you were just a seelie.) If they come back, they’ll have to get through me. 

“Hello, mini seelie.” 

You look up from Diluc just in time to see a hand reach down to softly rustle your hair, much to your dismay. The initial reaction gives way to surprise when you recognize that the voice comes from none other than Kaeya. He grins down at you with his sword by his hip, and you frantically look around to see if the bandits had come back.

How did you--?

“Nice wings you got there,” Kaeya teases you, making you look back and find that oh, when did those get there? “Didn’t even notice them because you were too worried about Diluc, huh?” When you nod, he softens his gaze. “Why don’t you let us take care of things around here, hm?” He glances down at Diluc who has been sleeping soundly in your lap. “Let’s get him back home.” 

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When a few knights come with a cart to ambulate Diluc back to Mondstadt instead of the winery (you couldn’t argue with Jean even if you did choose to speak; she’s stubborn when the people she cares about are hurt), you feel the tension leave your body all at once, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, you actually feel sleepy. 

“I’m glad we arrived right in the nick of time.” You turn to Kaeya who had been working behind the scenes, directing the knights. “You did good work, chasing them out of here so we could catch them easily,” he says, “I-- oof!” 

You tackle Kaeya into a grateful hug, and it takes him a few moments to respond by placing his hands onto your back and giving it a few pats. “There, there,” Kaeya drawls, but you can hear the smile in his voice anyways. “Better not hug too long; Diluc might be jealous that I’m the person you hug first, you know.”

You let go slowly, grinning up at him as though you agree, and you dodge Kaeya before he can mess with your hair again. On the way out of the camp, Jean gives you a smile, Amber waves excitedly at you before rounding up a few more bandits, and your cheeks hurt a little from the way Lisa pinched it. You go find Diluc where he’s being taken back in a horse-drawn cart and hold his hand until you’ve fallen asleep by his side.

(In his sleep, Diluc holds onto you.) 

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Diluc wakes up twice. Once, very briefly, when your wings are expansive and when the Vision at your waist shines brightly with power. Before he wakes up the second time, you can already feel the power fade from both you and the Vision. 

You knew that your transformation was temporary; powers do not always last forever, especially since the glow of your Vision seems contingent on the cycles of the moon-- particularly the moon that you were born on. You think that you should feel more disappointed, but you don’t. You get to hold onto Diluc’s hand in yours and wipe away the sweat from his forehead as he sleeps, and you think that if you only get this one chance to do these things, then you will take what you can get. 

You will love Diluc as you are, no matter what form you take. Your transformation wasn’t necessary. Your powers were a bonus, but even if you weren’t granted a miracle, Diluc would have been safe, as a courtesy of Kaeya who had been trailing behind the two of you since you from the start. (Kaeya and Diluc's connections had the same info this time around, so they were bound to intersect at some point.) What you’ve been given was not the power to save Diluc, but the chance to love him in a way you have always dreamed of doing.

When Diluc opens his eyes the second time around, more aware and more awake, you almost don’t know what to do. It’s a momentary panic when you think he doesn’t know who you are, but he only needs to take one look at you before he raises his hand to caress your cheek as he’s always done. 

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m fine,” he soothes, though his voice is still raspy from disuse. “Don’t cry.” 

I can’t believe you wanted me to leave you behind. How could you tell me that? 

“...Sorry,” he says, and you raise your head from his bed just enough so he can wipe away the tears on your lashes. “It’s funny but even if you don’t talk, I can still understand you.” 

You watch as he slowly takes your hand and presses his palm against yours, lowering his fingers until they’ve interlocked with yours. “My seelie,” he says with all the warmth in the world. You can only nod before you’re wiping away the tears that spring up again. "Even in this form, you'll still lead me, right? Still find me if I get lost?"

You don't know what type of face you're making, but Diluc softens his gaze before shifting slightly in the bed offered to him by the church. "Come here," he whispers, arms outstretched.

You tentatively place your weight onto the bed, arms placed on each of his sides as you gingerly climb into bed with him. When he winces, you put a hand on his chest, alarmed, to stop him from exerting himself.

“I’m fine,” he says immediately, and when he looks at you, he bursts out laughing, only for him to wince again more strongly. “Sorry, your expressions-- they’re exactly how I imagined them.” He chuckles, though you purse your lips at him as you finally settle under the covers next to him. You make a sound of surprise when he leans over just enough to press a kiss onto your forehead. You hear his soft huff of laughter again when you bury your face into his chest out of embarrassment. “Still as easy to read as ever.”

You grab a hold of his shirt with your ears pressed against his sturdy chest. He gently rubs circles on your shoulder as you listen to his heartbeat, which is as steady as you have imagined it to be. It quickens ever-so-slightly, and you look up at Diluc in time to see him gaze down at you tenderly. “You don’t have to speak,” he says, brushing his hand across your cheek. “Nothing has to change at all. But there’s something I want to know.” You raise your hand to caress his hand (and he finds the courage to keep on speaking).

“Do you think you can tell me your name?” Diluc whispers, the most unsure you have ever seen him, and you think you’re so fond of him your heart (not just metaphorical this time) might burst from it.

It takes only a moment for you to decide to scoot yourself up just enough to kiss him on the side of his mouth, and you can't help but grin at the stupefied expression on his face. 

And you say your name. 

How interesting is it that it's the one thing you cannot convey through trills and twirls, cannot show through hugs and kisses? You never thought that your name could have such significance but you watch as Diluc's eyes widen and you think this moment is the gift the gods have given you. 

Diluc takes a moment to taste your name, and he calls out to you for the very first time out of many, many, many times.

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Before the sun rises, Diluc wakes up to your bright glow and with your seelie body pressed up against his collarbone. He breathes your name into the quiet infirmary before he closes his eyes to sleep again.

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You are found more often than you are lost. For every time Diluc calls your name-- as a seelie or as a human (fairy?)-- your heart soars as high as the anemograms at Brightcrown Mountain. 

As a seelie, your life with Diluc stays the same-- for the most part. No one treats you differently and no one loves you differently from when they knew you as just a seelie. If anything, the biggest change has been in Diluc's life where the stares from his admirers are more muted and the swoons reduced, for how could anyone continue to pine over someone that is so evidently preoccupied with someone else? (Even though they've only seen the person who Diluc holds in high regard once every new moon.)

Every adventure still has the same probability to go awry and Diluc still polishes the chessboard to perfection for you. Though on moonless nights, Diluc can hold you close, and you can hold him closer, saying his name (the second word you ever say) and hoping he can never feel quite as lost as before when you are here with him.

FIN

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[no-touchy]

Norson’s NSFW Alphabet

I figured he needs one ;3

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Norson is an absolute gentleman when it comes to aftercare, considering its going to take you longer to come down from heaven than him. Usually he has things set up before the deed; towels, water, a few snacks. After however, he is holding you tight. Soft praises and lots of kisses. He stays with you close until you’re coherent again so he can get other things if you need them or to carry you to the bathroom.

B= Body Part (Their favorite body of their own and their partner’s)

Norson for him would be his hands. They’re absolutely massive and he can do a lot with them. And a lot to you, grabbing, spanking (if you’re into it), fingering, stroking. Whatever it is, he can do. For his partner’s, definitely their hips. Regardless if you have any or not. He likes to watch you walk, the way they sway from left to right. Its a good spot where he can rest his hands and leave cute little bruises on them.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Jesus, this man is a pristine baby batter maker. His ‘average’ load is the size of at least three large loads of the typical man and he loves to cum inside you. Loves to see your belly be a bit bigger with his liquid seed (yes, he has a breeding kink but that will come later). Its also thick and globby. Like glue almost but without the sticking things together part. If you’re blowing him and you can’t swallow all of him down, that’s okay. He loves to watch run down your chin. But you do you, baby boo.

D= Dirty Little Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Norson has one that he doesn’t talk about much because its made others uncomfortable. But he really wants to tie you down and do whatever he likes to you. However, this will be brought only after you’ve been together for a while because what he wants you to be comfortable with the whole idea of letting go wild.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experience-wise, Norson has only a little real world experience. What he does know is seen through porn and asking way too many questions. But surprisingly enough, Norson is very good from just observational learning, From taking with his older brother, Keane, he knows exactly what not to do. 

F= Favorite Position (Also self explanatory)

The mating press, hands down is his favorite position. Legs pressed against his shoulders as he slams into and watches you lose your mind. That is a five star Michelin meal to this man. But doggy style is a very close runner up, hands on your hips as he pulls you back to him. Norson will not able to get enough of it.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious or goofy in the moment?)

IN the actual moment, Norson can be very serious. Hyper fixating on you, making you feel all sorts of things. Before the moment, he can be a dork. Cracking jokes but in a teasing type of way, loves making you giggle. He notices that some soft humor can help people relax before a big moment and helps develop a strong connection between two people. So he uses light humor when he can before, during and after said deed.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they? Carpet match the drapes?)

Being a former military man, Norson is very neat when it comes to his hygiene. Very well groomed and trimmed short. But if he grows out his pubes a bit, they’re soft and curly. They’re a bit darker than the hair on his head but undeniably his.

I= Intimacy (How are they during some heat, romantically?)

Norson has this ability that during your moment with him, you two are the only people on the planet. That time has slowed down or stopped. Forehead to forehead with those slow, deep thrusts. No one else can enter your guys’ own little world. No matter the position, he is there with you and the only one with you. God forbid anyone should try to enter this little domain.

J= Jack off (Masturbation stuff)

Norson has knows he can’t have you all the time so sometimes when he’s got nothing else to do, he lets one loose. Its a pure boredom thing and something to pass the time. And a bonus stress relief. How often though? Once in a blue moon, he is a mechanic so he barely sits down.

K= Kink (What kink or kinks do they have?)

Oh boy, here we go. Stay with me now. One, his domination kink. The man loves to manhandle and control you, plus being an absolute unit of a human, this task comes very easy to him. Two, breeding kink. Even if you can’t have kids, regardless he is still filling you to the brim, having you beg to put a child in you. Three, size kink. Norson is 6′ 10″, everyone is small to him and he loves it. Four, overstimulation. Whether its his hands doing the work, his tongue or anything else. He loves to have you shaking and begging for him to stop only to pull away and making you whine for him.

L= Location (Where does he like to do it the most?)

Anywhere and anywhere, babe. Anywhere around the house, even in the backyard or front yard. In his shop, in a client’s car, in his little office over the desk. You have a place you want him in, already done. No questions asked.

M= Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them there?)

The real question is, what doesn’t? You could breathe a certain way and it makes him throb. A look you give, the way you lick your lips, anything and everything. He could watch a video on social media and be like “I should call them.” It really doesn’t take much.

N= No-nos (What is a no zone? Turn off?)

Anything that causes a lot of pain. Spanking is a lot lee way though. But things like burning, deep cuts, etc. Its a red no. Its happening kind of thing. As for turn offs, seeing you cry out of pain. (but if the tears are an involuntary reflex, then its a bit different.) He doesn’t want to cause his baby pain, even if they ask.

O= Oral (Giving or receiving?)

Norson prefers to give. But will never say no if you want to go down on him. The man will spend hours between your thighs if you let him, the overstimulation kink comes in handy here. Not to mention, Norson has a very nice tongue. Its long, he can touch the bridge of his nose with the tip of his tongue and its split. Loves to lick your deep.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

Truly, it depends on you and how he is feeling. If you’ve been a brat and are begging him to go faster or harder? Guess what, he’ll slow down and keep it light. But if you’ve been prefect, he’s a bit on a harder pace naturally. Always a skin to skin slapper.

Q= Quickies (Do they like them?)

Norson is always down for a quickie. He’ll never say no to you and understands sometimes you just need to get down and dirty. But he usually has kinda long quickies, so jus prepare for a quickie to last quite some time.

R= Risk (Are they risky? Are they willing to spice it up?)

Yes, Norson will be risky for you as long as its within certain boundaries. You wanna try some very spicy things? He’ll talk it over with you, figure out a game plan to where its fun and you both remain safe. He wants the best for you.

S= Stamina (How long is the round and how many rounds can they last?)

This man will be able to make you stay in bed for days. A single round can last anywhere from 10 to 25 minutes. Depending on how long he’s been teased and if he’s masturbated beforehand. But a full session can last up to seven hours. And no, he doesn’t always have to be inserted into you. Most of it is foreplay but he is hard the entire time.

T= Toys (Do they have toys? Do they use them? On their partner?)

Yup, big man has toys. But he has to special order his. Sometimes his hands aren’t enough. Using them on his partner? Oh yeah, especially when he has you tied down.

U= Unfair (How much do they tease?)

Good Lord. I hope you have an unlimited amount of patience. You’re going to need it. Norson LOVES to tease, naughty words throughout the day, scandalous touches. And he learns everything that gets his partner going in a very short amout of time too. There is not a minute that goes by that he doesn’t want you. 

V= Volume (How loud? What noises do they make?)

Norson can be very loud, he very much voices the pleasure you’re giving him. Groaning at the smaller touches, moaning at the bigger one. Words of praise or degradation (whatever you’re into). Growls and snarls. Norson has an insane deep voice too. It’ll make you wet or hard at the simplest words.

W= Wild Card (A random headcanon) 

Norson is a ring maker. In his home garage, he has a tiny workshop that he makes rings. Sometimes he sells them, others he gives away as gifts.

X= X-ray (What are they packing?)

Norson is...proportionate. A incredibly thick eight inches. Thick at a monster energy drink can from base to tip. He is cut and a shower. When he sits down and his pants tighten at the crotch, you can faintly see the outline of him and its intimidating.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Norson is a moving freight train. He has a ridiculous high sex drive. Almost insatiable. Always ready for you when you need him.

Z= Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He will wait for you to fall asleep. Norson will talk about mundane stuff with you. Cracking jokes and about things about your lives. He loves to watch you sleep as he holds you to his chest.

Hope you enjoyed this!

[dr-gothtastic]

“Penmanship”

Chapter Three: ‘I Don’t Open Doors, Doors Open For Me!’

Fandom: Noragami

Pairing: Kazuma x Bishamon (Kazubisha)

Word Count: 1,950 words

Sound-Track: n/a

Side-Note: This is a mini-series of a regalia experiencing the (sometimes frustratingly complicated) phenomena known as Kazubisha. This is a semi-spoof fic full of comical situations that may or may not make sense.

Summary: With the weekend off, our kazubisha detective tries various tactics to withdraw information from the peers of Kazuma. Will this regalia be able to overcome the numerous obstacles threatening to overthrow the investigation?

           Today is the worst day to ever come into existence. Or so I thought. Once per week we usually get the day off depending on the schedule placed by our Exemplar. But according to the agenda we got the whole weekend off to do whatever we so desired as regalia, even the main divine instruments were in enjoying the time away from patrols and such duties. Sadly, I never had any specific companions to enjoy my free time with and so I wandered around the palace of a home…usually trying to find my way back to my room as I often got lost in the maze of corridors. But this time it was different.

It was different because now I had a mission to uphold and this was the perfect experiment to see how my Exemplar spent his time away from his usual obligations.

Here are the official proceedings of my first day off:

          Let me start by recounting my near-death experience. I was following Kazuma when I spotted him rushing about with his usual notebooks and files in hand. He seemed to be distracted by something to the point where I could almost spot a bead of sweat above his forehead. This immediately struck my attention and I followed quickly behind. He first went to the main office and shut the door right before I can get a peek inside to see if anyone else was waiting for him. I stared at the door for a long time before taking a breath and pressing my ear against it. Then I heard it…complete silence. Scowling, I backed away from the door and then tried looking through the key-hole to no avail.

“Ergh! I can’t see anything,” I hissed quietly. “this always seems to work in movies.”

Just then the handle rattled and like a cat I was out of there, running down the corridor before he even managed to open the door. “Hello?”

But I was already long gone, around the bend, running down the long hall and passing the open windows that wafted in the scent of spring and serenity. My heart chugged in my small chest like a hare on the run from a nasty fox, though I highly doubt that he gave chase, my mind was too frightened to rationalize at the moment so I continued to run. Around another corner, down that hall and then the next, left around another bend and then right around that corner and then racing down another long hall. My lungs burned and pleaded for me to halt and take a rest but fear pushed me onwards and the mere exhilaration of it was too exciting to stop. But stop I did. Quite suddenly in fact as I came face to face with a door. Or should, I say face to door because I ran straight into it not being able to register the action of slowing down or stopping as someone opened the door right in front of me.

My life flashed before my eyes as I collided with the hard surface and felt how sturdy the wood was against my soft skin. That was a really, nicely made door. With very fine wood and strong exterior made to outlast even the toughest of collusions. I then proceeded to fall as my face ricocheted off the wood and into the air backwards. For a moment I felt weightless as I drifted through the air, almost as if I was a soaring bird enjoying the simple pleasures of life before hitting a glass door and falling to it’s impending doom. And fall I did, with a loud thump as my back hit the hard marble surface and my skull followed suit quickly after. I almost felt the vibration as the wind was driven from my aching lungs. I let out a gasp and choked for air before I said my dramatic and incoherent last words. “Merfengerff”

Then my vision darkened and I was once again greeted to the peculiar feeling of being weightless and afloat.

When I finally came to, I felt cold. Was this what death was like for a regalia such as me? Was I supposed to live on as a cold lifeless corpse wandering the plains of existence not of my own?! No, the cold came from the polished stone below me, I realized as my eyes slowly cracked open. My vision was blurry but I could still see the sunlight pouring in from the windows, part of that light was being blocked by a big fuzzy. I reached forward with a hand that didn’t feel like my own and tried to touch the fuzzy glob in front of me. It backed away and I let out a little giggle. It was teasing me. What funny looking globby thing. I reached forward again and touched it. It was fuzzy, not in the blurry kind of way but literally furry and soft. I let out a dazed laughed. “Oh, you are a funny little fuzzball, aren’t cha? Ahehehe.”

The fuzz ball started to come in focus as my eyes adjusted, I squinted as I saw the golden outlining of the figure and suddenly my brain kicked into gear and my hand that was gently patting the fuzzy fuzzball clenched into a fist. I saw the eyes of the predator look down at me in my vulnerable state and I sucked in a breath to let out a scream as my fist went flying towards the face of the beast. It dodged the first blow but since it was standing above me I managed to get in a couple good kicks in it’s torso. If I were to get eaten today by this savage, untamed beast, I wouldn’t do so without a fight!

The lion growled and then yowled in pain when my foot met it’s ribcage before it put a heavy paw on my chest pinning me down. I squirmed under its weight but with little to no hope that I was going to free myself on my own. “Eh. Get off. Unhand me, you fowl beast! How dare you? No one dares to try to eat me. I am….important. I have a mission. I have rights! You think you can just go around eating people. Well, not me. Not today. No, sir!”

“Calm down. I’m not going to eat you.” Came a familiar voice.

I stilled my struggles and slowly pulled my gaze upwards to see the lion staring at me with an expression that I can only see as placid annoyance. If that could be accomplished by a lion that is. I blinked a couple of times and recognized the lion as Kuraha. “Oh,” Well, this certainly is awkward. “Hello.”

He stared down at me for a long moment and I cleared my throat. “Um, could you, um? Do you mind lifting your paw off me…you are kind of crushing my internal organs in which I need to breath.” I explained glancing down at his foreleg which was still holding me down.

He slowly lifted his paw and sat down besides me, only watching as I tried to sit up. My head spun at the sudden movement and my body ached from the impact of both the door and the floor. “Ow, that hurt.” I mumbled and then glanced back at Kuraha. “Oh, and sorry about the whole…punching and kicking. I honestly thought you were a…different…lion….” I trailed off lamely and stared into the condescending eye of a lion who didn’t seem to care for my justification of my violent acts against him. But to be fair, it hadn’t been the first time since he was mistaken for…. someone else.

“Kuzuha, went to grab the doctor. You took a pretty hard hit there.” He said, nudging me up with his large muzzle. “If you wish, I can take you there.”

“I’m fine.” I mumbled as I pushed up from the tile floor and clambered to my feet. My head protested by making my vision spin and my whole body sank back to the floor. Kuraha caught me before I totally collapsed and I tried to regain my balance only to shift my weight onto the lion for support. “Maybe I need some help.”

Kuraha chuffed in response which I took as him scolded me for not heeding his words. Suppressing another urge to be stubborn and stand on my own two feet, I waited until Kuraha sunk low enough for me to climb onto his back. As he stood up, I immediately lost my balance and fell over the side, injuring my shoulder as I hit the hard tile once again. “Oof!”

Kuraha didn’t move as he casually glanced over his shoulder, peering unimpressed by my skill of balance and grace. I groaned as I sat up slowly and tried again, this time being able to steady myself on his broad shoulders and grabbing a fist full of his mane and hanging on for dear life. He started to move at a slow gait and I let out a long-held breath of relief. How could Lady Bishamon make this look so easy? It felt odd riding on the back of a powerful regalia who could easily throw me off with one shift of his weight. I shook my head trying to throw the thought away and just enjoy the opportunity this presented. Kuraha worked closely with Kazuma and Lady Bishamon which proved to be useful in my investigation. And since it seemed we were the only two in the hall, this was the opportune moment to do some questioning. “So, what were you doing in this wing of the manor, Kuraha?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He chuffed.

“Oh. Uh,” How do I put: ‘I was running away from our exemplar because I was spending the whole day tailing him’ in a casual and unsuspicious way? “I-I was just…looking for you actually.”

“You were, were you?” He said seeming more than a little dubious when it came to my excuse and I silently chastised myself for not being able to think of something more convincing. “Well, here I am. What is it you needed from me?”

“Well, it’s actually,” I cleared my throat, feeling heat rise to my cheeks and my mind draw a blank on how to approach this. Stupid, I should have practiced this beforehand! Too late now. And who knows when I will get another chance like this. I turned my gaze upwards toward the intricate designs painting the ceiling, my eyes following the golden accent lines as we moved beneath them. “You’re close with our exemplar, correct?” I glanced back down at my hands entangled in the locks of his sunrise-colored mane. “I mean, I’ve seen him consult in you rather than the other divine instruments.”

“Yes, I suppose you could say we are close.” Kuraha said thinking for a long moment before continuing. “I have known him longer than most of the other regalia if that is what you are asking.”

“Er, yes.” I scowled slightly as I tried to figure out how to be more direct without sacrificing any sense of discretion. “Well…I wanted to ask you something about, him, er—Kazuma.”

“Hmm?” Kuraha proded gently.

How do I put this as subtly as possible? I wondered for a moment before gathering my courage and asking the question that was nagging on my mind. “WHAT IS GOING ON BETWEEN KAZUMA AND BISHAMON?!”

 [The following chapter will be posted shortly! Thank you for reading!]

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 19.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,786

warnings/includes (!) a name is chosen for Globby! plenty of cute and sweet moments, the fluff cannot be contained!! there’s a dinner party filled with (comical) tension and jabs (guess who), Jungkook has a…girlfriend?! Namjoon’s mystery woman is revealed 😘 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Within the week you’d found a house you both loved. A week. 

You didn’t even know that was possible, and at first, it had seemed anything but. Using the realtor Seokjin had a few years ago, she was given the very simple brief ‘cosy family home.’ You and Seokjin weren’t fussy. As long as the house was in a convenient location – and had enough room for his games room, his and her offices, and your Beauty and the Beast library (ha ha) – you truly had no expectations. Or so you thought. 

You had lived in the same house all your life, this was all brand new for you, and it turned out you had lots of expectations. The first evening, all three houses you looked around fell flat. Each one felt bigger, colder, lonelier. You didn’t want a showroom, which was fast becoming the theme. None of these homes were cosy, or at least, not to you. Seokjin wasn’t feeling them either, kind-heartedly repeating the property brief to your realtor once again before you said goodbye, hoping to gently prompt her in the right direction. 

The second evening was better. The houses weren’t as intimidating, definitely cosier, but neither house you saw felt like ‘the one.’ You didn’t know when that had become your No.1 need, taken by surprise, but you couldn’t just choose a house like it was no big deal. You wanted to feel something. You wanted this to be your forever home. The home your child would grow up and live her life in until it was time to fly the nest like you were doing right now. It didn’t matter that your mom was no longer alive. You were still leaving home. 

You discussed your feelings with Seokjin that night and he agreed. You shouldn’t do this half-heartedly. Even if it took longer, even if it took months, even if your daughter was born in the meantime. You’d work it out, you’d stay at your place – you, him and Glob, until you found the perfect home. You didn’t want that to be the case, but logically it made sense. You shouldn’t rush or force things. If there wasn’t a house that was screaming out at you, then you shouldn’t settle for less. 

On the third day, Namjoon kindly let you take a half day, so you could spend the afternoon continuing your hunt, but it wasn’t exactly surprising that you felt pretty much the opposite of positive. Maybe you were being too difficult, you told yourself, expecting too much. But when it came to Seokjin and your daughter, when it came to your life, there was no such thing. You wanted that indescribable dream home, even if it didn’t exist. No, that was not the attitude to have. It did exist. It was out there, and you were going to find it. 

You found it straight away that afternoon – or rather, Binna your realtor, found it. She was in charge after all, and bless her talent for reading people’s minds. The past five houses she’d shown you around? They were long forgotten, they no longer existed. There was only this one. This perfect, dreamlike home. It was smaller than the others you’d viewed previously, more homely feeling. You hadn’t even seen inside, but it didn’t seem to matter. You just had That Feeling, and That Feeling only amplified when you walked through the front door. It had everything you wanted and more. Two living rooms, a utility room(!), a separate kitchen and dining room, enough rooms for your offices and library, THREE bathrooms, one an ensuite in the main bedroom, and two extra bedrooms for guests and…another future child…maybe…possibly. Okay, maybe this house was deceiving, much bigger than it looked. 

You didn’t need to worry about Seokjin not being on board. If he wasn’t sold the moment he heard there was a basement. (“This will make thee most perfect games room!”), the massive garden well and truly did it. He had big plans for that. This is it, he beamed, thrumming with excitement in time with you. This is the one. Let’s make an offer right now! It was in a lovely neighbourhood too. Private, quiet, and the house was detached. You wanted, no, you needed this house, so much so, you didn’t let the price send you into hysteria. Glob needed this house. You immediately started praying to a higher power, crossing every limb, finger and toe. Please, please, please, let us get this house. 

During previous discussions, you’d both decided to sell your properties after Glob was born, to make the last couple months of your pregnancy as smooth sailing as possible. It made sense, and gratefully, you were privileged enough to do so. Seokjin had the funds, and by attachment, so did you. As you were cash buyers, you were chain free, which greatly sped up the process. It was an inherited property too, so things were even more straight forward. The owner practically jumped down your throats when they heard they had a cash offer. Seokjin was eager to close the deal and move in as soon as possible, you both were, considering you didn’t have very long left. In an ideal world, you wanted to be in and settled before Glob decided to make her appearance. You were on a rather tight deadline, but at the end of the day it would be reckless to try and cut corners. Thankfully, luck was on your side, and everything processed quickly and without a hitch. 

A little over a month on from your decision to live together, suffering from a mild case of mental whiplash, it was moving day. 

It wasn’t the most desirable thing to be doing at 8 months pregnant, but you’d had friends and family to help you pack up, removal men to help you move in, and Seokjin to lean on and be your emotional support. Leaving your mom’s house was hard. It wasn’t even truly the end yet, you still owned it for the time being, still had a little longer to let go, but it didn’t stop you from blubbering all morning. Seeing your house look so empty broke your heart a little. The rest of the day didn’t get much easier. It was like you were happy and sad at the same time. So happy and excited to be starting this journey with Seokjin, but feeling sad and empty every time you remembered you would never spend another night in the home you’d lived in all your life. 

Back-up arrived after lunch. You had so many belongings between the two of you, it would have taken the removal company an age to empty the vans, but with the extra muscle Yuna, Jimin, Hobi and Jungkook brought, the process got sped up. You tried to help as much as your body could manage, but you obviously couldn’t do any heavy lifting, so you took on the role of supervisor, directing where you wanted each box or each piece of furniture to go. By 8pm you were exhausted, all of you ravenously tucking into take-out on the kitchen floor because the idea of making your way into the dining room was too much of an inconvenience, and it had already taken fifteen minutes hunting around boxes for the cutlery. 

It would take days, possibly weeks to unpack everything, but the important things were done. Seokjin’s bed was safely inside the master bedroom, both your sofas in each living room. Your table looking far too tiny in the dining room until you got a new one. Everything else could come later. Tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that… The house looked like a bomb had gone off, but it didn’t matter. At least, it didn’t matter right now. 

With all the distraction, you’d managed to forget about the emotional weight of today, but of course, one parting hug from Yuna seemed to undo all that, and you were off again, crying against her shoulder as she stroked your back. She carefully managed to extract you and place you into Seokjin’s arms, his soothing words and familiar body warmth consoling you. After everyone left, you decided to head to bed. The room might have been different, neither yours nor his, but you realised that it didn’t bother you. You were together, in that humungous bed of his, and as long as you were together, everything was okay. 

“You don’t have to let go of your house if it hurts to much” Seokjin murmured after some hesitation. “There’s no need to sell. I bought this house for us. Both of us, and our baby.” 

Your new bedroom was partially lighted by your favourite lamp, but it sat on the floor. Somehow every nightstand you and Seokjin separately owned had ended up in another bedroom, which told you no one had been listening to their supervisor. It obscured a lot of his face, apart from his eyes, and you could see how carefully he watched you, as though he was desperate not to upset you. 

“I know you did,” you smiled slowly, reaching for his face. “But it’s only right that I let go of my mom’s place.” You knew you needed to. What good was holding onto a house you no longer had any use for? It hurt to say goodbye, but you had to. “Not only because of us, but because someone else deserves to have their own home too,” you continued, voice thickening with emotion once again. “They deserve to own a place they love, decorate it how they want, make memories there like I did.” 

Seokjin nodded thoughtfully, his mouth stretching into a devastatingly beautiful smile, his hand reaching for your bump under the covers. “Just like we’ll make all kinds of memories here.” 

Exactly. 

“I was thinking,” you whispered, moving in closer, but then you stopped. You’d wanted to bring this up with him for a week or so, but didn’t know how. Seokjin waited patiently, stroking your stomach, giving you the confidence to continue. “Maybe when my place sells…we can save the money for Glob when she’s older?” 

This time Seokjin’s smile was wide and quick. “That’s a lovely idea.” 

“Yuna called her a trust fund baby,” you chuckled, feeling relieved he liked the idea. 

“Of course she did,” he laughed back, shaking his head and then letting out a hum, considering something. “Maybe we can write up some kind of clause. She can only use it for certain things, like school, or only get it when she’s married.” 

You laughed against his shoulder, then looked up at him, tracing his jawline with the tip of your finger. He had stubble coming through and it felt good. “Our daughter won’t grow up spoilt.” 

“No,” he agreed softly. Not that you doubted she would. Not with him as a role model. “But she’ll grow up as pretty as her mother.” 

You groaned loudly, rolling away from him and covering your face. “You’re so cheesy, Seokjin!” 

“I’m trying to make you smile,” he argued with a laugh, sounding offended. 

You looked over at him, suddenly feeling guilty. “I’m happy. I am,” you told him, taking his hand. “Sorry if I’ve ruined today.” 

Seokjin shook his head. “I know you’re happy, ____. You can feel two different emotions at the same time.” 

Hearing that, you felt lighter with relief immediately. To be understood was a good feeling, but to be understood by Seokjin meant the world.  

“Now, come here,” he demanded, scooping you up in his arms. “Let me hold you all night.” 

“We won’t wake up like this,” you giggled. 

“No,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll be curled up in a protective ball all the way over there—!” He pointed to the far side of the bed, then grabbed for one of your feet “—away from these!” 

Three nights ago, in your sleep, you’d kicked him in the balls. He still hadn’t forgiven you. 

“Stop,” you squeal-giggled, feeling ticklish and wriggling away from him as best you could. He heaved you back to him, determination written all over his face, and for the first time today, that empty feeling was gone. 

With life so hectic, what with the house, work and baby appointments and classes, you didn’t really have much time to miss your mom’s house, and the empty feeling disappeared altogether. Thankfully. Seokjin and you settled into domestic life quickly, and you came to the realisation that anywhere could be home as long as you were both together. (But you were still glad you’d snagged your perfect home.) It was easy to live together, and you loved every moment of it. Each morning you both drove to work together, and his schedule permitted, you drove home together too. Seokjin spoke about teaching you to drive after Glob was born, quietly encouraging you when you immediately doubted yourself. If he had faith you could do it, you could too. You’d had approximately three lessons when you’d turned of age before you’d given up and decided it wasn’t for you. Maybe it was time to try again. 

The house was coming along. All your furniture was now in its correct place, and the important rooms were painted and decorated – thanks to a great company Yuna recommended. Jungkook was in charge of Glob’s room though, currently in the middle of painting the most stunning mural on the feature wall. That man could draw. What wasn’t he good at? You kept him happy and energised with lots of sandwiches – his favourite food, puzzlingly – and you couldn’t wait to start getting her furniture inside – namely the crib your father was nearly finished making.  

The rest of the house could wait until after the birth, or until you had more energy at least. It wasn’t as if you were desperate for it, the house was in pristine condition, only emphasised by the white walls found in every room. It wasn’t to your taste, but there was no rush. For now, you just wanted to concentrate on getting all the important things done before you gave birth in a little over six weeks. Eeeek. 

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“Glob, have you fallen asleep?” 

“Don’t poke her,” you chided, staring at Seokjin just as he retreated his finger from your bare stomach. “You’re worse than a kid with a puppy.” You attempted to sit up straighter but gave up, the sofa too tempting to do anything other than slouch. There was also no point pulling your jumper down. 

“We’re just catching up on our days,” he complained, looking up at you. He was stomach down, legs stretched out behind him. 

“Her day was filled with some intense wriggling, a light crushing of my ribs and an even stronger squashing of my bladder.” Glob had gotten increasingly more active as the weeks had gone by. Each day the movements seemed to get stronger, and as she got bigger (bigger than average, you might add, Kim big baby gene confirmed) things just got more and more uncomfortable. You were no longer glowing. You were grumpy and cumbersome, and you were spending more time sat on the toilet than you were at your desk. 

“I think she likes making me sprint for the bathroom,” you added, tapping your bump fondly. This pregnancy might be getting harder and harder, but you still loved your daughter more than humanly possible – and she wasn’t even born yet! 

“I don’t think you can sprint anymore, angel.” 

“I never could,” you snorted, then instantly groaned, feeling a jab. “No! Not more! Glob, go to sleep.” You said the last part sternly, looking down at your bump, only for it to contort again. Pregnancy was amazing, growing another human being inside you and all that, but by God, was it sort of freaky at times. The further along you got, the more you panicked Glob was going to punch and kick her way out of your womb instead. 

Seokjin loved it though. His entire phone was filled with videos of your stomach doing freaky party tricks which he loved to show everyone and anyone that looked his way. He gently pressed his cheek to you, earning him a swift kick to the jaw which made him laugh loudly with pure joy. Strange man. 

“I love you,” he sang to your stomach, kisses and all. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if she came out saying those words, he told her so often. Then, having some kind of lightbulb moment, your eyes widened with excitement. 

“What?” Seokjin asked, looking up as he noticed the expression on your face.  

“I’ve just thought of something,” you replied loudly. 

“Uh oh.” 

You refrained from rolling your eyes. He sounded just like Yuna. Sitting up, he tilted his head, waiting patiently. “How do you feel about Sarang? For a name?” you prompted, when he regarded you blankly. 

“Sarang,” he said slowly, feeling it on his tongue, considering. 

You nodded eagerly. “You’re always telling her you love her.” 

Hopefully that didn’t sound as accusing as it had come out. You were not at all jealous of your daughter. You were just merely stating a fact. He told Glob he loved her daily, and so did you. It was the perfect name. Your daughter was incredibly loved already. By you, him, your family, and your friends. 

And oddly enough, you knew Seokjin loved you. You didn’t need to hear those three little words to believe it. He showed you how much with gestures and glances and touches – big and small – every day. But… maybe just maybe, it would be nice to hear it at least once… 

You knew you could tell him first, but something was holding you back. A nervousness probably. You weren’t trying to overthink much anymore – especially this close to the end of your pregnancy – but it had been a long time since you’d been in love. In fact, the only time you had been was nowhere even close to this feeling with Seokjin. You understood that now. Your heartbreak from all those years ago with Taehyung felt so insignificant now. How had you let it dictate your life for so long? It seemed so absurd now. 

You and Seokjin were building a life together, sharing every moment with each other, making a family. There was no other feeling like that in the world. You were devoted to this relationship, your little family. 

“Sarang,” Seokjin repeated, smiling, totally oblivious to you silently going through it. 

“Kim Sarang,” you beamed, shaking yourself out of it. You could be sappy another time. Right now you were on the verge of choosing a name for your child. You thought the day would never come. Up until now it felt like she’d be Glob forever. 

“Kim Sarang.” 

You liked it even better now that he had said it. 

“What do you think, Glob?” he asked, leaning down to your bump as he stroked it with his palm. “Do you want to be called Sarang? Do you like it?” 

“She likes it,” you laughed as she kicked. You watched Seokjin laugh too, then asked almost uncertainly, “Do you?” 

He straightened up to press his mouth to yours. When he pulled away, he was grinning. Hard. “I think it’s perfect.” 

So did you. 

The next evening you were hosting a dinner party. Don’t ask. It seemed a good idea when it popped into your head – especially seeing as the dining room was one of the rooms completed and you wanted to show it off. Now though, not so much. 

It was couples only, which meant Yuna and Jimin, and Hoseok and Kang as guests…and…Jungkook and Haram. It was a new development. A surprise one at that. Scrap that, a puzzling one. When he and Haram had come up to Seokjin and asked for him to lift Jungkook’s office dating ban, your man had been perplexed. Not only because he couldn’t remember the last time Jungkook had had a girlfriend, but because Haram? Really? She had always ignored Jungkook’s blatant flirtations. It didn’t make sense. 

Jungkook had whined and whined to be invited tonight, and Seokjin couldn’t exactly say no, even if the idea of one of his employees being inside his home was a weird one. No offence to Haram of course, it just didn’t exactly scream professional. But she was now dating his best friend, so their professional relationship would probably be changing from here on in – until Jungkook inevitably fucked up. Then Seokjin would be left to deal with the mess. 

You’d found a company online that delivered a dinner party to your door. No cooking required, only reheating. Which Seokjin insisted on doing. Yuna, unable to sit and do nothing despite being a guest, had to help too of course. It gave you all at the table some lovely peace and quiet, because you all (minus a clueless and awkward Haram) knew that wouldn’t be the case once it was time to eat. The first course had barely made it on the table before Yuna and Jungkook were jumping down one another’s throats. You’d only just managed to announce your daughter’s name. 

They had long made up for their anti-climactic introduction at your baby shower. Their help had been graciously accepted while packing up and moving in, but those two together was not great for your inner peace. Which was another reason you were regretting tonight. One thing was clear now. Yuna and Jungkook vehemently annoyed one another – and vehemently annoyed anyone who was around them when they were together. 

“You bring this up every time we see each other,” Jungkook sighed. “Give it a rest.” 

“Will you both give it a rest,” Seokjin cut in, only to get ignored. 

“I’m just saying, buying a baby a $300 coat is insane.” Yuna over enunciated each word directed at Jungkook across the table, but especially the last one. “It’s insane behaviour.” 

Kang, sat beside her, looked positively gleeful while watching their interaction. At least someone found it entertaining. 

“Do you know you can’t go around calling people insane?” Jungkook snapped. 

“I can call you whatever I like.” 

“Babe,” Jimin said beside her, sounding weary. He attempted a silent conversation with his eyes, and whatever he told her seemed to get through. She sighed very loudly before going silent. Jimin had made the mistake of insta-bonding with Jungkook, and you thought it was only now sinking in how often he was going to get stuck in the middle. He obviously had a type.  

Jungkook smirked. “Yes, be a good little wifey, and listen to Jimin.” 

“Babe!” Yuna was outraged, staring wide-eyed at her fiancé. Jimin looked between both of them before promptly giving up and going back to his soup. 

“How about we change conversation topic,” Hoseok interrupted breezily, attempting to save the night. 

“Fine by me,” Yuna shrugged, then set her attentions on the woman sitting next to Jungkook, smiling warmly – or evilly. “Haram, how did you and Jungkook meet?” 

“Oh. Um.” Haram fumbled, her face flushing when everyone looked her way. 

“She works at AGS. You obviously know this.”  

“How would I obviously know that?” Yuna rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I was asking your girlfriend. Is she allowed to speak for herself?” 

“Of course she is.” He huffed like a big kid. “God, why do you make me sound like such an asshole?” 

“Maybe because you are,” Haram teased, or at least you thought it was teasing. She looked pretty serious. Jungkook shot her a look, and she coughed, straightening up. She looked reluctant when she angled her body towards him, or maybe you were imagining it.  “He wouldn’t give up asking me out every time he visited. Eventually I caved.”

“That’s a lie,” Jungkook scoffed, attempting to make eye contact with her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders casually. “I asked you out once, and you said no – because Seokjin banned me from dating his employers.” 

“Why?” Yuna snorted, but he ignored her. 

“That wasn’t the reason I said no,” Haram laughed, then caught the look on his face. “I’m kidding.” She lightly clasped his hand hanging over her shoulder, smiling over at Yuna. “Anyway, he—we,” she corrected quickly, “always used to talk at my desk and I guess…he just kind of grew on me.” 

“Jungkook can grow on people?” 

Yuna’s bewilderment made Haram and Kang laugh loudly. Jungkook pouted, and you felt a little sorry for him. Seokjin had a slight frown on his face, puzzled, but for different reasons. Yup, you had no clue what was going on here either. 

Jungkook shook his head a little and continued. “She asked me to be her date for her cousin’s wedding.” He was almost gloating, keeping his gaze on Haram. “We had a great time together, didn’t we?” Her nod was imperceptible. Jungkook jerked his head towards Seokjin. “And then we had to ask his lordship over there for permission to date.” 

“Lordship. I like,” you teased, grabbing Seokjin’s thigh. You caught Haram’s eye accidentally, and she quickly looked away. This was probably weird for her, no wonder she was acting so uncomfortable. She was having dinner at her boss’ house, and she’d just watched his girlfriend very obviously grope him under the table. This night was a disaster. 

“What about you two?” Haram asked Yuna and Jimin, recovering. 

“We were rivals, weren’t we, babe?” Yuna gazed lovingly at Jimin, making Kang snort.   

“No, you thought I was your rival, I just wanted you to smile at me,” Jimin teased, leaning in to kiss her. 

“Awww.” Haram didn’t have a chance to ask for more details because Jungkook butted in. 

“So, rivals turned lovers,” he pointed at Yuna and Jimin, then at you and Seokjin “accidentally pregnant” – to himself and Haram – “friends to lo—,” 

“Enemies,” she corrected with an evil grin, and for the first time tonight, her and Jungkook seemed like a real couple. He rolled his eyes playfully and squeezed her shoulder, smiling wide when he saw her smile too, pleased with himself. 

“And what about you guys?” Haram asked Hoseok and Kang for him. “What trope are you?” 

While Hoseok thought, Kang replied easily. “How about closeted gay man finds love at the tennis court? Oh, and the man he finds it with has commitment issues.” 

“I do not!” Hoseok exclaimed loudly, then immediately turned sheepish. “Anymore…” 

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“Tonight was weird, right?” you asked Seokjin as he climbed into bed. 

It was a few hours later and you were mentally and physically exhausted. Physically because of the pregnancy and mentally because your friends were hard work. 

“Extremely.” He reached for you, desperately wanting your body heat. “I’m thinking we should have just invited Hobi and Kang.” 

“I realised that as soon as I answered the door and interrupted Yuna and Jungkook’s first argument of the night.” 

“I don’t know, I think they’re warming to each other,” Seokjin mused, stroking a hand down your arm. “She complimented his mural.” 

“She did,” you agreed on a laugh, kissing his collarbone that was peeking out of his pyjamas. Seokjin squeezed your thigh.   “Haram was at our house. My employee was having dinner with us!” 

“Speaking of. Her and Jungkook…” 

“I’m asking him about it tomorrow.” 

“She hates him, doesn’t she?” you laughed, mentally recounting this evening, coming to a valid conclusion. “The sex must be amazing.” 

Seokjin groaned. The idea of his best friend having sex obviously paining him. 

“Come on!” you exclaimed, your hand absently dipping under his shirt. The muscles of his stomach rippled. Maybe your hands were too cold, but he didn’t push them away. “It must be good dick if you can’t stand the person it’s attached to.” 

Seokjin considered this silently, then squeezed your wrist. “Am I good dick?” When you immediately burst out laughing, he whined. “Don’t laugh at me!” 

“I’m sorry,” you apologised breathlessly, trying to control your giggles. “I just didn’t expect the words ‘am I good dick?’ to come out of your mouth!”  

“Well?” he prompted. 

You lifted up, looking down at him. “You know you are.” 

“Do I?” 

You tapped his chest. “You are the best dick.” 

He cocked his head to the side. “That was easy.” 

“What was?” 

Taking your hand, he directed it to his crotch, squeezing your palm around his erection. Heat flashed in his eyes. Maybe your innocent touches hadn’t felt so innocent to him. That, and he obviously liked hearing his dick being called the best. While it was flattering, the last thing you wanted to do right now was have sex. He saw it on your face, deflating instantly.  

“You don’t want to?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m just really not in the mood.”

 You removed your hand, stroking his chest instead. You weren’t in the mood very often lately. Too uncomfortable, bump too big. Seokjin smiled and pushed some hair behind your ear. “Don’t be sorry.” Then he chuckled, “I do miss the days when you used to jump me, though.” 

Ah, such good, pleasurable times. You missed them too. 

“I can possibly muster the energy for a hand job?” you offered. Hands stuff was all he was getting lately. 

He growled and rolled you both on to your sides. “You know how to make a man crazy with want.” As you laughed, he pecked your nose, subdued when he spoke again.   “But no, if you’re not getting any, I won’t get any either. Solidarity, and all that.” 

“So caring. And that’s why—” You stopped abruptly, realising just in time what you were about to say. “I’m with you,” you recovered quickly. 

If Seokjin noticed anything, he didn’t let on, smiling wide. “I thought you were with me because I got you pregnant?” 

“That too,” you laughed. “I just have to find the good in all this bad.” 

Seokjin hugged you to him and kissed your shoulder. “What do you think would’ve happened if you’d never been pregnant?” 

“Hm?” You were slightly distracted. 

“If you hadn’t gotten pregnant that night,” he repeated. “You would’ve had no reason to stalk me at the coffee shop.” 

“It wasn’t stalking!” But he was grinning against your shoulder as if the idea made him beyond happy. 

“What would have happened with us?” 

You shook your head. “I don’t even want to think about it.” You hated the thought of not having Seokjin in your life. Hated the thought of never seeing him again. 

“We might have still bumped into one another again,” he speculated. 

“Maybe.” 

Seokjin pulled back, smiling playfully. “Would you have said yes to dinner if you hadn’t been pregnant? You did run away from me.” 

“I ran away because I was panicked,” you argued, “and you can talk!” He chuckled bashfully, but you liked that he no longer let the guilt eat away at him. “I might’ve said yes.” Maybe it was fun to play along with this little what if game. “I don’t know if I already said this, but…before I found out I was pregnant, I did think about that night quite often.” 

“You never said, no.” He tried to be casual about it, but the shit eating grin was hard to hide. 

“Don’t get a big head. It was the sex.” 

“Ah yes, because I’m the best dick.” 

“So maybe,” you continued, ignoring him, “if we had met again, and you had asked, I would have said yes to dinner—I would have eaten it, too,” you added as an afterthought. 

“And you wouldn’t have fainted,” he added, chuckling softly. “Would you have gone back home with me?” 

“Would you have invited me?” 

“Maybe.” There was a beat of playful silence and then he cupped your bump. “We needed to make this baby one way or the other.” 

“You’re ridiculous!” You batted him away, laughing. 

Rolling on to your opposite side, Seokjin reached for you again, spooning you. He kissed your shoulder, all teasing gone. “I can’t imagine not having Sarang now, but I like to think we would’ve found one another again.” Your heart fluttered every time you heard him call your daughter by her name, but now it was fluttering because of his words. “You’re the woman of my dreams after all.” 

“Now you’re just trying to charm your way into my vagina.” 

He made an indignant noise from the back of his throat, pressing himself against your ass. “No boner in sight! See?!” He rubbed underneath your bump as you giggled, this time kissing the skin behind your ear. “I just can’t believe I get to do this every day. Me, you, Sarang… This house with you. I’m the luckiest man in the world. No, scrap that. Sometimes I feel like I’ve used all my luck up for this.” 

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled. “You were born lucky.” He’d created a multi-million-dollar business after all. “Now you’re just even luckier,” you teased, wriggling against him. He’d bagged you, hadn’t he? 

Seokjin chuckled softly. “I just…I know it won’t always be this easy. Probably beginning when this one is born.” He patted your belly. “But, I can’t wait to experience life with you.” 

You swallowed down a lump in your throat. Why was he saying such lovely things? He knew you were highly emotional right now! You heard him open his mouth behind you, something else on the tip of his tongue, but you stopped him quickly. “Honey?” 

“Yes?”

You tapped his hand sweetly. “Go to sleep now. You’re this close to making me cry.” 

In the morning, Seokjin had to be at the office early, so it felt like you were riding the elevator to work before you’d fully woken up. It came as no surprise when you saw Namjoon’s coat hanging from the coat rack as you were removed yours. He was always here before everyone else. Smiling to yourself, you decided to surprise him. Hearing him yelp out of fear ought to wake you up, while also giving you a good laugh. Only, when you burst through the door to his office, he wasn’t in there alone. 

He was locked in an embrace with Yeeun. 

You immediately let out a shriek, the noise making them break apart. The surprised looks on their faces no doubt mirrored yours, and while Namjoon’s mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, nothing came out. You weren’t sure you had words either, so as quick as you’d rushed in, you rushed back out, slamming the door closed. 

Braced against it for a moment, heart beating wildly, you tried to wrap your mind around what you’d just witnessed. Namjoon and Yeeun… Namjoon and Yeeun?! 

Since when?!

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022