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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 7)

SORRRYY here is part 7! a bit smaller, this is honestly, ARE U GUYS READY TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED IN Y/N'S SPARE ROOM? (tag list is still full guys!)

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A heavy silence filled the room, a weighing question lingering in the air.

Why had Abel and Beom not been recalled along with the other men.

Despite what Gwi-ma had thought, the two men had not been slain. In fact, they were not even close to being dead. This was the most alive they’d felt in decades thanks to Y/N.

‘Gwi-ma thinks you’re both dead.’ Jinu started, looking up at Abel and Beom. The mentioned men stiffened, looking down at a spot on the ground. Neither had given an explanation in the past twenty minutes, allowing the group to stew in an uncomfortable silence.

‘What did you tell him?’ Beom asked nervously, in a faux relaxed position sitting on Y/N’s spare bed.

The two had remembered their conversation with Y/N that it probably wasn’t the best idea to tell Jinu about what happened. To be candid, both the men were aching to tell him. Jinu was their friend. If there was a way they could pull him and the rest of their friends away from Gwi-ma’s manipulative nature, they wanted to do it. However, two men had promised Y/N that they wouldn’t say anything for now..

‘I said that the hunters had killed you both. Gwi-ma believed it too.’

‘I don’t know why we weren’t called back. We can still shift back into our original form but…’ A quiet puff of pink smoke revealed Abel’s true form as a demon, patterns and all. The black hanbok, fitting him snugly, complimented his figure perfectly. His claws were scratching nervously at his cheek.

‘How…’ Rae shook his head, ‘How is that possible. Do you not hear him in your head? What did you guys do?’

‘We didn’t do anything.’ Beom insisted, also shifting into his demon form, his yellow eyes illuminating the room in a soft light. ‘But it’s true, we haven’t been hearing Gwi-ma. It’s like our connection’s been severed.’

And technically, it was true. Beom and Abel hadn’t done anything, it was Y/N who had freed them from their suffering. She was the one person who had shown them empathy (besides each other) ever since their respective deaths. Empathy, that came with only one reasonable request.

That they wouldn’t take souls.

Yet, neither of the men were sure if this situation was permanent. What if at some point Gwi-ma's forked tongue reclaimed them, forcing them back to becoming a shell of the men they once were?

For now they hadn't taken any souls. Not personally at least.

‘Gwi-ma might be in our heads, but he can’t read our minds, he can only listen to how we feel.’ Min reasoned, running his fingers over the dusty spines of books stored on an old bookshelf. He had been around the underworld the longest, although he hadn’t made as much effort as Jinu to interact with Gwi-ma. 

Min had been able to drown out Gwi-ma’s voice the most, seeing as he had endured years of suffering and harsh words from the street. The beatings that he took from strangers outweighed the shame of Gwi-ma’s incessant whispering.

‘That's true.’ Jinu scrunched up his eyebrows, still feeling like he was missing something.

‘Wow, she has Janggi?’ Min slid out the long forgotten box, blowing dust from the top. Pivoting the conversation smoothly into a more wistful tone. Jinu had since stood up from his spot on the floor, leaning against the room's door.

‘Hey Abel, didn't you use to play that with the emperor?’ Rae squinted, looking at the dusty box.

‘Yeah, I remember I had to let the guy win or he’d fire me.’ Abel snickered, crossing his arms proudly.

‘I forgot you were both alive at the same time.’ Jinu said, whilst listening through the wall.

‘Yeah, he was the emperor's top strategist…’ Rae paused. ‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘That hunter just said she would fall in love with our Y/N.’ Jinu’s hand was clenched into a tight fist. The side of his head pressed firmly

‘WHAT?’ Rae jumped out of his chair, knocking over a box, creating a loud thump.

‘SHHH!’

‘Sorry!’ Rae whined, slumping back into his seat.

‘Why would she say that? Does she like our Y/N?’ Abel had since joined Jinu by the door, both men, ears pressed up to the door.

‘You both look like idiots.’ Min deadpanned, opening the Janggi case to check if all the pieces were still inside. ‘Hey Abel, wanna play?’

‘No, I wanna hear what's goin’ on.’

‘If you win, I’ll let you sit next to Y/N on the next car ride.’

‘Done.’ Abel turned away from the door, hurrying over to the makeshift game set up on the spare bed.

‘He knows that’s not up to Min right?’ Beom whispered to Rae.

‘Dunno.’

–

Y/N stretched, watching the sun peak out from the clouds, casting a luminous halo into the skyline.

The girls had left around two am, finishing their recordings quickly. They really were true idols. 

It had taken Y/N all night to come up with an acceptable draft, piecing all the recordings together into the correct timing. 

‘Ugh… I’m getting too old for this.’ Y/N mumbled, standing up and stretching her sore, stiff limbs.

‘Hm, I’m into older women.’

‘Huh?’ Y/N spun around, watching Beom and the rest of the boys spread out in her living space behind her. Each man was doing something different, Abel was playing Janggi with Min with a board and pieces she didn’t even know she owned. Beom was laying on her sofa, scrolling through his phone while Jinu was in the kitchen, prepping what seemed to be another soup.

 ‘Oh my goodness! Did you guys stay there the whole time I was editing?’

‘Yeah, we didn’t want to disturb you.’ Min replied, looking up from the tense game.

Rae was spinning around on Y/N’s spare gaming chair.

‘Wow, you guys were really quiet.’ Y/N stood up, rubbing her eyes. ‘When’d you guys come out of the room?’

‘After we had a chat.’ Jinu cut up some vegetables, dicing them into perfect pieces. ‘Just after your hunter friends left.’ 

‘Whatcha makin?’ Y/N sat down at the kitchen counter, laying her head to rest on her arms, relishing the coolness of the marble top.

‘Galbitang, I bought a bunch of meat, remember?’ Jinu raised his eyebrows, scraping the vegetables into a pot on the stove. ‘Do you ever check your fridge for more than an energy drink Y/N.’ 

Y/N groaned, as she peeked up from her arms, watching JInu shake his head in mock disapproval. 

‘Myeh, I don’t usually eat anyways. I just order something or run down to the convenience store.’

‘You’re gonna die before you hit forty Y/N.’ Beom shook his head, sitting down next to her.

‘Ugh, you’re two hundred, don’t talk about my age you boomer.’

‘You just said I was born two hundred years ago. I can’t be a boomer.’ Beom poked Y/N’s forehead gently, pushing her head backwards.

‘Bah, semantics.’ Y/N stuck out her tongue, allowing herself to be pushed back.

‘So, what is the plan? We have award shows lined up for the next two weeks.’ Rae crossed his arms, coming to a slow stop in his chair.

‘Well, nothing. We wait until the Idol Awards. For now, we…’ Jinu paused, the noise of frying something in oil crackled, filling the awkward silence.

‘We keep doing what we’re doing.’ Min nodded, stretching out his arms to rest his hands on the back of his neck.

‘Sure, whatever.’ Abel shrugged, locking his phone. ‘We have a bunch of award shows to go to. How many awards do you think we snatched from under their noses?’

‘As a debut group? Isn't that embarrassing?’ Rae snickered, standing up.

‘We have the better song writer.’ 

‘I wrote both of those songs…’ Y/N mumbled, face mashed into the marble table.

‘Mhm, you did well.’ Jinu slid a plate of gyeran mari kimbap towards her, ‘Eat up.’

‘But what about my galbitang?’ Y/N pouted, eating the egg dipped kimbap nonetheless.

‘Patience. You’d make such a demanding husband.’ Jinu rolled his eyes with a goodnatured smile. ‘It takes time to boil, you know that.'

‘But your sokkoritang was so gooood.’ Y/N mumbled, whilst chewing.

‘Yeah, because I made sure that it boiled for at least two hours.’ Jinu hummed, walking forward to brush a thumb over Y/N’s cheek. ‘Don’t talk while you’re chewing.’

Jinu sighed, watching Y/N batter his hands away, the girl not realising that Jinu had taken a stray piece of rice off her cheek.

‘Such a messy eater when you’re hungry.’ He whispered, bringing his thumb to his lips.

The rest of the boys gaped, watching the interaction.

‘Yall saw that right?’ Beom pointed, hand shaking.

‘Since when did Jinu have moves like that?’ Rae looked completely floored.

‘What moves?’ Y/N turned around, swallowing her mouthful.

‘What do you mean, what moves?’ Abel facepalmed, shaking his head in disappointment.

Jinu shrugged, face slightly red.

‘Our Y/N must be incredibly dense.’ Min chuckled, walking over to sit beside the confused girl. The oldest picked up a piece of kimbap and held it up.

‘Say, ah.’ He grinned, tilting his head.

‘Give that back.’ Y/N snatched the slice of kimbap so quickly her hand was a blur. ‘It’s mine. Get your own Jinu cooking.’ 

The boys were stunned, watching Y/N stand and take her plate over to her set up.

‘Wuh-’

‘Y/N, you haven’t slept in twenty four hours. What are you doing?’ Rae frowned, walking over to the still eating girl.

‘I’m almost done with editing the vocals. I just need to finish up. I’ll be done in like… four hours? I gotta do this for my girls.’ Y/N waved him off, placing a tissue over her mouse to keep from greasing under her fingers.

‘Workaholic.’ Beom commented, watching Y/N unlock her computer.

‘What do you mean my girls.’ Min ran an irate hand through his hair.

‘They’re my girls.’

‘Are you courting one of them?’ Min looked devastated, as if someone had just told him that they were out of hairgel.

‘No? It’s just a term of endearment.’ Y/N laughed, not looking up from her computer.

‘People use terms of endearment not for their loved ones?’ Rae looked equally confused.

‘Huh? Yeah all the time. I think Rumi has me saved as ‘와이프’ (waipeu) in her phone.’ Y/N shrugged, picking up the last piece of kimbap from her plate.

‘와이프?’

‘Like wife, 아내 (wife).’

‘You’re her wife?!’ The boys shouted in unison, all looking equally distressed.

‘No. Come on, you guys are so old fashioned-’ Y/N paused before turning around. ‘Do you guys have updated technology in the Underworld or do you just stay stuck in whatever era you came from?’

‘Eh, we were more preoccupied with reliving every single mistake we’d ever made, and listening to Gwi-ma whisper atrocities in our ears.’ Beom shrugged, rolling over to face the ceiling.

‘Oh…’ Y/N winced, looking at the boys who all refused to meet her eyes.

‘Anyways, that's why we’re here.’ Jinu broke the silence, closing the lid of soup. ‘So, what is our schedule like today?’

‘Well, we have a street performance lined up for today.’ Abel checked his phone, scrolling through his calendar.

‘Well, we better get ready for that.’ Jinu untied his apron, setting it neatly folded on the kitchen counter top. ‘Do we need to run through choreography? Does everyone feel good?’

‘Yeah, I have our outfits ready and washed.’ Rae nodded, pulling out Jinu’s pink undershirt.

‘I am not wearing pink.’ Jinu crossed his arms, turning away with a childish scowl.

‘But Y/N said you looked good in pink.’ Beom hinted, his tone mischievous.

‘I’m wearing it because it makes our performance outfits coherent. Not because Y/N thinks it looks good.’ Jinu grumbled, taking the shirt from Rae’s hand reluctantly, making his way to the bathroom.

‘Whatever floats your boat 형.’ Beom hid a triumphant smile from behind his fist.

‘Do you guys want me to come with you?’ Y/N stood up, taking her plate from the desk.

‘No. You haven’t slept. You’re staying home and sleeping.’ Rae took the plate from Y/N’s hands, walking toward the sink.

‘But I-’

‘No. Rae is right. You’re staying home.’ Abel crossed his arms, raising a single eyebrow. ‘You can work on your song now but you’re going to bed when we’re leaving.’

‘Can’t make me.’ Y/N stuck out her tongue, sitting back down in her chair.

‘Is that right?’ Abel leaned down, his hands gripping the chair’s handrests, caging her in. Y/N blinked up at Abel’s dark scarlet eyes, face warming up. His body emitted a familiar warmth, his unbuttoned crappy hawaiian shirt revealed muscles Y/N didn’t even know existed.

‘Okay, OKAY.’ Y/N huffed, pushing Abel away, her hands on his chest. With an amused smile on his face, Abel allowed himself to be pushed away from his close proximity.

‘That’s our girl.’

‘We’ll be back in about four hours. In the meantime, don’t open the pot lid, it’s simmering at the moment so you don’t have to check in on it.’ Jinu returned from the bathroom, changed into his performance clothes.

‘Okaaaayy.’ Y/N replied, plotting in her mind to steal a bowl of soup as soon as the boys left.

‘I’ll know if you opened the lid Y/N.’ Jinu raised an eyebrow, a knowing look on his face.

‘Ugh okay wife, geez you’re so particular with your cooking.’ Y/N groaned, spinning back to face her monitor, slipping her headphones on.

‘She called me wife…’ Jinu was frozen, jaw hanging in the air.

‘Yeah, I’m pretty sure she was just making fun of you.’ Beom shrugged, pulling on his shoes in front of the elevator.

‘Yeah, but she still said it.’ Jinu mumbled, stalking over to his shoes.

‘Does Jinu have a crush?’ Min whispered, nudging the younger man with his elbow, never missing a chance to tease his friend.

‘No!’ He whispered back, blushing profusely. ‘She’s… she's just a means to an end.’

‘You cook for all your ‘means to an end’ people?’ Rae pushed the button to open the elevator doors.

‘Hell, he barely even cooks for us.’ Abel laughed, leaning against the wall.

‘That’s because we don’t eat.’ Jinu rolled his eyes, shoulders hunched up, arms crossed. He looked exactly like a grumpy kitten that hadn’t been fed for five minutes.

‘But we can!’ Beom noted, coming to stand next to Jinu with a cheeky smile.

‘Why you little.’ Jinu grabbed the youngest man’s ear gently, tugging it upward. ‘You little brat. The last time I cooked for you, you didn’t even finish the entire dish.’

‘I’m sorrryyyy.’ Beom whined, hands pawing at Jinu’s shirt trying to get the older man to release his ear. ‘Ugh, let go! I’m not a child anymore!’

‘You’ll always be our youngest.’ Min smiled, patting the man on the head.

‘I have the deepest voice. I’m two hundred years old!’ Beom protested, rubbing at his ear.

‘Yeah, yeah. We know.’

‘You’re all grown up.’

‘I will disfigure you.’ Beom growled, stomping into the elevator.

‘We heal pretty fast so that’s not a problem.’ Min pressed the button to hold open the doors for the rest of the boys.

‘You guys suck.’

‘You love your 형 too much to do that, hmm?’ Jinu smirked down at his friend.

‘Shut up…’

It was now the middle of the afternoon, the boys were due back anytime soon.

The soup Jinu had left on the stove was beginning to smell irresistible, the smell wafting from the kitchen, filling her home with the subtle reminder of Jinu and his cooking.

Just as Y/N had finished up Takedown, sliding her headphones off, her phone began to buzz insistently on the table.

‘Hello?’ Y/N unlocked her phone, not looking at the caller ID as she cracked her neck, the subtle pop freeing the tension in her neck.

‘Hey Y/N!’ Rumi’s melodious voice came from the phone, sounding excited. ‘We have a fan signing in two days! Do you wanna come with us? We want to also introduce you as our producer!’

‘Is that Y/N? Lemme say hi,’ Another voice came from the phone, eager and expectant.

‘Hey Zoey.’ Y/N grinned, knowing exactly who it was.

‘Hey Y/N! Will you come?!’ Zoey was cut off by a sound of fabric rustling as she whined in protest.

‘Hey Y/N, have you eaten today?’ Mira’s distinguishable voice filled Y/N’s phone.

‘Hey Mira,’ Y/N laughed. ‘Yeah, I had the kimbap you gave me for breakfast.’

‘Atta girl.’ Another scruffling noise as Rumi finally took back her phone.

‘So? Will you come?’ Rumi’s voice was high in anticipation.

‘How can I say no to my girls?’ Y/N chuckled, swiping through her calendar app, ‘What time is it?’

‘It’ll start at ten! I’m so glad you said yes!’ Rumi’s cheers came through the phone, mingled with the sounds of joy by Zoey and Mira.

‘Oh! And I just finished Takedown! I’ll send it over and you guys can start the choreography!’ Y/N held her phone to her ear by her shoulder, sitting back down in her chair to export her project. ‘I was thinking that you guys could come over after your signing and we can start recording What It Sounds Like.’

‘Already? Y/N did you sleep yet.’ Mira’s voice filtered through the phone, a tone of concern highlighting her words.

‘Hm? Not yet, I’ll sleep as soon as I’ve exported it and sent it to you.’ Y/N pulled open her browser.

‘Promise?’

‘Yes I promise.’ Y/N nodded forgetting that the girls couldn’t see her.

‘Good.’

Y/N listened to the girls as they all said goodbye, promising Huntr/x that she’d see them in two days.

'Okay, love you Y/N See ya!!' The girls chorused.

'Love you too girls!'

'Y'hear that boys? She said she loves them.' Rae's voice came from behind her, a puff of pink smoke revealing five incredibly stone-faced men.

'You said you weren't courting them!' Min slinked over, tone dangerously calm.

'Uh, I'm not? It's just something you say to your friends.' Y/N edged backward, her back pressed up against a wall.

'You never tell us you love us.' The wall rumbled.

Wait, walls don't rumble.

Y/N spun around, facing Abel's displeased expression.

'Wha-'

'If you can say it to them, why not say it to us?' Beom piped up in his low voice, blocking her right side. The blue haired man's lips were pulled into a thin line.

'What, are you shy?' Rae came to stand on her left, leaning down to peer into her eyes, blocking all her possible exits.

Y/N's eyes darted to Jinu's a faint smirk on his lips as he watched the situation unfold. Why did it look like he was enjoying this?!

'HUH?'

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[rawme-price]

AUHM what abt royalty!reader who is married off to king!price????

And ofc he makes the consummation as good as he can. You've been taught what to expect, warned that it wont always be nice, some of your younger tutors whispered he may be mean. But in reality? Hes wonderful. Spends hours between ur legs before he ever fucks you, coos at ur anxious twitches. He wants nothing more than to help his soon to be monarch feel safe.

The best part? He actually cares about you, makes you feel seen. You've seen how other treaty marriages have ended, but ur not left wandering the palace or stuck in a room. In fact, he involves you in alot of kingdom affairs, even lets you meet some of his most trusted advisors.

Which soon becomes a problem as you feel ur gaze wandering. Yes, you love price but you never even knew him before that day. All of them are so nice to look at, who could blame u? His trusted knight, riley, looks delicious beneath all that chain mail and plate. The royal advisor, garrick, has hands you cant help but drool over. The kingdom ambassador, mactavish, has a chest and shoulders so broad you cant help but drool.

Worst of all is that you *like* your husband, maybe even love him. Allowing ur gaze to wander sends guilt through ur heart, makes you clam up with anxiety. But price, Husband that he is, can see right through you. Instead of confronting you, throwing u out of the kingdom, he calls his trusted men to stand before you. Tells you that you can have them, for anything that is his is yours. Their loyalty and devotion, their bodies and souls, their yours.

He decides maybe you and his men need to consummate this new arrangement too. Don't worry, ur husband will make sure they treat you right, he'll be right next to u holding ur hand while they find absolution in you.

[kukinkrim]

the prettiest manager goes to..

saja boys x gn!manager!reader

notes: what's up with kpop groups and their pretty managers bro 🤧

the saja boys were gods among men.

literally. more than half of the nation's population practically worshipped the ground they walked on.

which is ironic since this group of boys are anything but angelic.

nonetheless, they were still worshipped. they were practically the nation's golden children next to huntrix. they were loved, not only in south korea, but all across the globe. these five demon boys had the whole nation in a chokehold that no one could quite explain.

it's a no-brainer. attractive men with honeyed voices? of course, everyone's already practically drooling on their feet.

well, that's what abby believes anyway.

"manager-nim, we love you!" he stares in disbelief as he was cast aside, being shoved somewhere in the back as fans rushed towards you who was merely standing in the background.

you, not him.

the fans that used to carry boards with their faces now had yours plastered everywhere with hearts decorating all over it. it's safe to say abby is in shock. he watches from the back as fans swarmed you from left to right, cameras clicking and fans chanting your name over and over again.

"it seems our fans love them," jinu chuckles as he watched you look over at them through a sea of heads, begging for help.

"am i the idol here?" abby blinks, genuinely still baffled at how things turned out. what was supposed to be just a quick move from their apartment to their black van, was now an unexpected meet-and-greet with their beloved fans. except, they weren't fawning over the saja boys.

they were fawning over their manager.

“you were,” mystery replied with a deadpan tone, patting him on the back comfortingly. “but not anymore,” he added, watching the chaos unfold before him. “we've been dethroned.”

“i feel… replaced.” romance sighed dramatically, trying not to laugh when he sees you sending him a look that screamed for help. the entire thinf was rather amusing to watch.

baby squints his eyes when he catches one of the signs that a fan has brought. a picture of your face decorated with glitters with a quote that says, 'MANAGER-NIM PLEASE HAVE MY BABIES' and he physically recoiled in disgust. "are you sure that's not sexual harassment?"

“well,” jinu grinned, clapping to gain the attention of his members. “that’s what we get for having a pretty manager, i suppose.”

durimg the car ride to the studio, who were utterly exhausted. your back hunched in the worst way possible as you drove. “next fan meet,” you muttered. “i’m retiring.”

“too late,” baby said, scrolling through twitter. “you’re trending. again.”

“#managernimsupremacy,” abby read aloud from his phone, pouting. “unbelievable!"

that's how it started; as a joke. it was something that was just amusing to watch. afterall, it wasn't everyday you get to see your beloved manager be awarmed by thousands of fans.

a harmless, chaotic little joke they all laughed about.

at first.

until it became an everyday occurence.

“wow, the fans love you more than us now,” romance teased one day as you stepped back into the van, arms full of fan gifts: hand creams, vitamin packs, an absurd number of plushies, and three more custom water bottles with your name on them in a cursive font.

he takes one of the hand creams from you, a rose-scented one, happy that he got a free product despite being a rich idol who could probably afford to buy more than 10 boxes of each scent.

you merely shrugged. you've gotten used to it at this point. you've learned to be grateful of the gifts you received, even when they are being constantly shoved in your face left and right. "i think they’re just being nice. i take care of you guys for years now, afterall."

"nice?” baby echoed, peeking into the box you placed on the seat beside you. “these creams are imported from france!”

“lucky. and i got a drawing of myself being lovingly thrown into the ocean,” mystery muttered, sulking as he leans against the door of the van.

it was funny at first, really. they’d giggle when fans squealed at your presence. playfully sulk when they caught fans sneaking pictures of you while pretending to wait in their lines. jinu even once asked a fan to move over so he could take a selfie with the poster of you she brought instead of his face.

all jokes. harmless teasing.

“manager-nim, i wrote a song about you. it’s called ‘my only manager.’ can i sing it?” a fan once asked as he skipped throigh the five boys during their fansign, waltzimg straight to you who was waiting at the end of the table. he was clasping his hands together, pleading, that you didn't have the heart to refuse.

besides, happy fans, happy idols, right?

you, being your polite, adorable, very-unaware-of-the-effect-you-had-on-people self, smiled and said, “of course!”

the moment he opened her mouth and serenaded you with tearful sincerity; with a voice that only a mother could love, the atmosphere had already began to shift.

suddenly, abby wasn’t smiling anymore. he was pouting with his hands pressed against his ears. his eyes were glaring at the fan who was still talking to you.

romance forgot what he was supposed to write on the album page and signed I HATE HIM in all caps. the poor fan looked at him in confusion, looking at her album before shrugging.

baby was recoiling in absolute disgust. his mouth opens once in a while, his hand on his microphone. his throat was itching to say something but the hand om his shoulder stopped him from saying anything that could get him cancelled. jinu's hand on his shoulder was firm, his eye twitching and his smile tight.

mystery looks like he's about to lunge out of his chair and bite the vocal chords of this stupid fan and his stupid serenade.

after that day, it wasn’t funny anymore. it became annoying.

fans constantly showered you with gifts and love confessions and marriage proposals—which is something they should be getting used to. they are idols in the industry, afterall. they've gone through it and so much other worse things!

but they really couldn't help but be annoyed whenever you were at the receiving end of their fans' affections.

“do you want people to fall in love with you?” baby asked one night during dinner at a restaurant, stabbing his kimchi a little too violently.

“i—what?” you blinked.

“maybe wear a mask or something,” abby suggested, half-joking. “your face is… too face-y.”

“face-y?”

"it means stop being pretty for once!"

"you guys are being unreasonable."

“we’re done,” jinu said as he placed his chopsticks down. "you're getting demoted to a water staff."

"what?!"

"you only get to show up once during the day and that's to bring us water. no mingling with fans!"

“wait—what? why?!”

“you’ve been working too hard,” he said, but his eyes were definitely glaring. though it didn't seem to be aimed directly at you. not at you, but at something outside the restaurant’s window. you followed his gaze just in time to see two fans holding up a banner that read: MANAGER-NIM, YOU ARE OUR LITERAL SALVATION 💘💘💘

you laughed awkwardly, waving at the two, before sighing. “is this because someone shouted ‘marry me’ at me during soundcheck yesterday?"

“it's because five people shouted it,” abby corrected, “one of them brought a ring.”

“an actual ring,” abby added. “it even had your initials engraved."

“that could’ve been a coincidence,” you tried, but even you, yourself, didn't believe in your own poor excuse.

“it had your face on the box,” baby deadpanned. “your graduation photo. the ugly one.”

“okay wow, rude.” you huffed, glaring at the teal-haired demon who only shrugged.

“don’t dodge the point!” abby snapped. “you do know this is parasocial, right? that kind of fan attachment isn’t healthy!”

You stared at him. “you’re all literal idols. you thrive on parasocial relationships.”

“yes,” baby muttered into his drink, “with us. not with you. that’s the natural order of things.”

“you’re quite literally disrupting the ecosystem,” mystery added, deadpan.

“yes,” romance said, “but not when we’re the ones being ignored! #managernim is now trending higher than our actual comeback teaser.”

there it was.

the real reason.

you slowly leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms. a smile so smug forming on your lips. “ah. so it’s jealousy. you're jealous i stole your fans?”

“what? no—pfft.” jinu waved a hand dismissively, clearly lying. “it’s concern. genuine, heartfelt concern.”

“you’re mad because you tripped over a banner with my face on it.”

“i bled,” abby whimpered dramatically, rubbing his shin.

“you’re demons. you heal.”

“it stung me emotionally.”

romance groaned into his palms. “i literally sang a high note and no one blinked. but the second manager-nim smiles? everyone’s sobbing like they've been enlightened.”

“marry me. manager-nim is my mother and my father and my hope,” mystery quoted, mimicking the fan tweets he read before. “it’s endless.”

“i think it’s sweet,” you said with a small smile, just to poke at them.

five pairs of eyes glared at you in unison.

“no more public appearances,” jinu declared. “effective immediately. you’re on water duty and emotional lock-down.”

"you can’t be serious.”

“we are,” baby said. “and if any fan asks where you are, we’ll say you’re… on a paid vacation. to reconnect with nature. maybe with no wifi.”

“oh my god,” you muttered, hiding a laugh behind your hand. “you’re all actually insane.”

[kenntoria]

tags/warnings ⋆·˚ ༘ * breeding kink, creampie, slight overstimulation, nanami being so in love he can’t stand it, afab reader, mentions of babies, possessive!nanami, unprotected sex, established relationship

nanami doesn’t think of himself as a possessive man.

he’s spent most of his life keeping things at arm’s length. he doesn’t attach easily—didn’t, until you came along—and for the most part, he prides himself on the control he has over his emotions. he’s had to build his life that way. quiet, dependable, steady. never reckless, never impulsive.

but all of that restraint splinters the moment he sees you holding a baby.

he hadn’t expected it to rattle him the way it does. you’re just cradling your cousin’s newborn, bouncing them gently in your arms, cooing softly as you brush your nose against the baby’s chubby cheek. you’re wearing one of his old sweaters too, sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and he can see the familiar slope of your collarbone peeking out of the neckline. the way you hum quietly. the way the baby clutches your finger.

he’s always known you’d be good with children, but he’s never seen you like this before—glowing, gentle, swaying back and forth in a rhythm that feels ancient and natural.

and something primal inside him roars awake.

it’s not just lust. it’s deeper than that. it’s a need. a possessive, aching, almost unbearable desire that has him clenching his fists and shifting his stance and averting his eyes before someone sees what he’s thinking.

you look so natural like this. too natural. like that baby was meant to be in your arms. like you were meant to carry something that’s his.

he’s quiet the whole way home.

you notice. of course you do. you always do.

“you okay?” you ask softly, reaching for his hand once you’re both inside, your voice as sweet and calm as ever. “did seeing the baby freak you out a little?”

and god, it almost makes him laugh. you’re so innocent. so unaware of the way you unravel him just by smiling.

“no, sweetheart,” he says, voice low. “it didn’t freak me out.”

you blink up at him, confused, and that’s when it happens—that last thread of self-control snaps.

“go to the bedroom,” he says, fingers tightening around yours. “please.”

—

you’re on your back and nanami’s over you before you can even ask what’s gotten into him, his mouth warm and desperate on your neck, hands gripping your hips like he’s trying to anchor himself. he needs to feel you. needs to bury himself so deep inside you that he forgets what it felt like to not be touching you.

“you looked so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, panting already, rutting into you like he can’t help himself. “you and that baby—fuck.”

“kento—” your voice is soft, breathless, eyes wide as you wrap your arms around him. “what’s gotten into you?”

he doesn’t answer at first. just groans and shoves your legs open wider so he can sink into you, raw and deep. you gasp at the stretch, already wet and warm and fluttering around him.

he has to pause once he’s fully inside—buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing where it fills you—because if he moves too soon, he’s not going to last. not with how tight you are. not with how his mind keeps replaying the image of you swaying with a baby in your arms.

his baby. your baby.

you’re still his sweet girl, but the look on your face when he bottomed out in one smooth thrust—half-shocked, half-fucked-out—tells him you’re not exactly innocent anymore. you know what he’s doing to you. you know what this is.

and he knows you want it.

“want to put a baby in you,” he whispers, voice rough and shaking. “can’t stop thinking about it. want to see you all round and glowing. full of me.”

your breath catches, a sweet little whimper breaking in your throat as you arch into him.

“kento—”

he pulls back and thrusts in hard, swallowing your gasp with his mouth.

“you want that too, don’t you?” he growls. “want me to fill you up? want to carry my child?”

you nod, dazed and wide-eyed beneath him. “yes,” you whisper, clinging to his shoulders. “yes, please—i want that. i want you.”

he groans and fucks into you harder, deeper, his hips snapping against yours like he’s starving for it. every thrust punches little breathless sounds out of your chest, and it only fuels him more.

“you’d be such a good mom,” he murmurs into your hair. “so soft. so gentle. they’d be lucky to have you.”

“they’d be lucky to have you,” you reply, and the sincerity in your voice nearly breaks him.

you’re looking up at him like he’s everything and precisely like you want to be filled. bred. ruined.

he grabs your thighs and pushes them up, folding you in half as he pounds into you now, deeper than before, the angle perfect to grind against the sensitive spot inside you.

“gonna give it to you,” he pants. “gonna give you everything. every last drop.”

“please,” you cry out, teary-eyed and sweet and so goddamn perfect. “please, kenny, i want it—want you to come inside—”

he doesn’t even last another thrust after that.

he spills deep inside you with a guttural moan, pressing his forehead to yours as his hips stutter. he groans your name, holding himself there, pulsing thick and hot and full until you’re gasping at the warmth that floods you. and even then, he doesn’t move.

he stays there, locked inside, as if letting any of it spill out would ruin the moment.

“you okay?” he asks softly, brushing the hair away from your face. “was that too much?”

you shake your head, smiling up at him, dazed and blissed out and still trembling slightly.

“no,” you whisper. “never too much. especially not with you.”

nanami exhales, resting his weight on his elbows so he can kiss you again—slow this time, deep and reverent.

he still doesn’t think of himself as a possessive man.

but you’re his. and he’s yours. and the thought of seeing you round and glowing with his child?

he’ll spend the rest of the night making sure it happens.

[earthtooz]

3.4 SPOILERS !!!!!!!!!!! hurt/no comfort we rip out our hearts like phainon in his ult, character death (reader), you have been warned

tripping over my own feet, scrambling to the mic to share this thought as i'm dripping in cold sweat:

Reader, who is the bearer of a coreflame in this cycle, the same one that you know Khaslana is coming for.

You stand watching over your domain from the balcony of an abandoned building, imminent doom looming overhead. You’ve been prepared for this; the lurch in your stomach, the uneasy buildup of anxiety that sit in your gut like a bottomless pit of nothingness, it all speaks volumes about how long you’ve dreaded this moment. 

You hate feeling so helpless as fate creeps closer and closer like a dark looming cloud, you hate the shake in your hands as you grip your weapon tightly, and you hate that you know this won’t end happily for you. 

Why did it come to this? When? How?

When did it go from the simpler days- times of when you were naively in love with the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, to this?

You followed him like a loyal dog. Out of Aedes Elysiae, through countless city-states, journeyed with him past thick mangroves and gazed out at the vast sealine of Amphoreus together, your relationship budding into something irreplaceable, something worth being retold in myths.

Lovers so inseparable that it seems divinely ordained, lovers who were created with the other in mind, lovers who would kill for each other.

When did it go from killing for each other, to killing each other? 

The memories are fuzzy around the edges, but you had watched him descend into madness for too long, going after each coreflame and keeping them all in his own body like he was an indestructible vessel. You had watched him turn against your fellow Chrysos Heirs, slain them all like it was the ‘right path to take’, the only method of Deliverance.

You watched him take that title and run rampant, patience beginning to fray as he… turned into someone you didn’t recognise.

You knew you had to do something about it, you couldn’t keep yourself willing in his hands any longer. An anger that felt primordial, like it has been growing steadily within you for millenniums, finally erupting to drive you to do something about it.

The prophecies sing you to be the bearer of a coreflame, so you will heed the call, and stand opposing your lover. 

“This might be the hardest challenge I’ve had to face,” his words are carried to you by the wind, gentle in tone but so mellow and melancholic.

You turn to face your lover, determination burning in your soul. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“And I’ve been searching for you,” Khaslana mimics, eyes swirling with emotions you can’t read, eyebrows downturned– he looks so small, he doesn’t even have his weapon drawn, unlike you. “Y/n, please, don’t do this.”

“I know I’m no match for you, but I couldn’t stand watching you spiral any longer,” tears prick the edges of your eyes as the image of the man you love blurs. “This journey, the outcome of Deliverance you so obsessively chase, it’s not right, you’re destroying yourself.”

“I’m doing what needs to be done.”

“And what needs to be done now is to kill me, right? Tear the coreflame out of my chest? To bring the end of the Flamechase Journey… alone?”

He flinches, each word piercing through his chest deeper than the previous. Still, his will is unwavering when he answers. “Yes.”

“Why?” Your voice cracks. “Why shoulder this by yourself? Why bear the weight of a hundred million coreflames by yourself when we want to help? Why do you insist on such a cruel ending for yourself?”

Khaslana doesn’t answer, only stare at your face like it’s the last time he will see it, as if he’s etching it into memory, every line, every dimple, every imperfection, everything. 

“Because the destination is too perilous,” he mutters. “Because this is the only way to stop Era Nova, and I refuse to let any of you burn with me.” 

“Is this what you think ‘mercy’ is, Lord Khaslana?”

He nods. “It is the closest semblance of mercy I can offer.”

“Fine.” You raise your sword, steel pointed against him. “Show me this ‘mercy’ then.”

Dawnmaker materialises into his hand, and it drags on the floor behind him as he slowly steps toward you. “It doesn’t have to end like this.”

“I know.” 

It’s you who lunges first, swinging first as his larger blade clashes against yours. You can’t take him head-on, the weight of his weapon could shatter yours easily, so you have to weave around him, light on your toes like a dancer. 

You deflect more than you parry, and he stays on the defensive, watching each move keenly, refusing to hurt you. 

You don’t even realise you’re crying, the adrenaline stubbornly keeping you on your feet as you fight the love of your life. All of those sparring sessions to help each other train, to hone each other’s skills, who would have known that it would lead to this? Why is it him that has to be the one to kill you? 

Swordsmanship was a skill you honed to fight against the black tide, to stop those you love from meeting their end from those corrupt, vile creatures, so why is it being used now like this? Why is it Phainon that your blade seeks to kill? 

Why is his blade– the same one that slaughtered Mydeimos, Castorice, and Hyacinthia, the one to pierce through your stomach? 

You gasp when the pain shoots through your body, eyes widening as you feel the sharp ache. Blood rises like bile, and you cough it out, golden ichor dripping from your lips. 

When the cold steel retracts from your body, the piercing pain immobilizes you, causing you to heave as blood pools onto the tiles beneath you. It’s hard to stay upright, your strength slipping away from you as your chipped sword clangs onto stone. 

Then, your knees give out and you all but collapse.

Faintly, you hear the sound of his weapon being discarded, then he materialises beneath you to catch you before the cold, unforgiving ground can, his arms cradling you to his chest. 

He’s sobbing. Neither of you thought he could cry, yet the tears now pour out of him in endless streams, scalding droplets landing on your face while your blood soaks through his clothes, pooling around the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, searching for your hand that’s already growing cold and gripping it so tightly like he’s trying to anchor the last semblances of life in your body from fading. “I’m sorry, my love, I’m sorry, forgive me, please.” 

You don’t have the strength to say anything, or even move your hand to reassure him, and it kills him because all he wants is to hear your voice one last time. 

He presses a long kiss to your temple, murmuring something that you can’t hear as your vision begins to vignette, your breathing growing more laboured as your consciousness begins to slip away.

“You’re supposed to be here with me,” he whispers. “It’s not supposed to end like this.” 

There’s a warm hand on your face, prompting you to look up at him. You try your best to smile but he only cries harder. 

“I love you. I love you so much, Y/n, I’ll be with you in the next cycle, I won’t let us end like this again, please, wait for me.” 

Despite your silence, you hope he understands that you’ll wait. You will be by his side, you will make the journey from humble Aedes Elysiae to breathtaking Okhema in every cycle, no matter what, without hesitation, without regret. 

As your last proclamation of love, the coreflame he was searching for manifests in it’s purest form, floating before the two of you, ready for him to take. His heart cracks at the sight and shatters in a million pieces when your eyes droop close, the fight finally ending.

Creatures nearby could hear the man wail loudly for hours after.

© EARTHTOOZ 2025, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

feel free to throw ur tomatoes at me

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine getting married to Caleb ft. non-mc reader. part 2

Imagine today was the day. The day Caleb had been waitimg for. The tuxedo felt tight, but that didn't matter. He was going to marry you. The person he loved more than life itself. The person who made every moment worth fighting for.

Imagine every detail had been meticulously planned, the flowers, the vows, the reception. But none of it truly mattered now. It was all about you and the life you two would share together after your vows and ceremony.

Imagine the way Caleb stood before the mirror, his hands slightly trembling as he adjusted his tie. His thoughts consumed by the person waiting for him in the chapel. He couldn't wait to see you, to take your hand and promise forever. That was the moment he had been waiting for ever since he met you and get to know you.

and Imagine before he could gather his thoughts any further his phone buzzed with a message from you.

You: Can't want to have my forever with you. I love you! See you soon 🍎

4:37 am

Imagine the way Caleb stared at the message, a smile tugging at his lips. His heart fluttered. He was so close now. He wanted to send something back. Something that would show you how much you meant to him, how much he had been looking forward to this day. How nothing, not even his job, would ever take him away from you.

His fingers hovered over the phone's screen. He started typing but text he paused. He left like no amount of text could reflect the way he was feeling right now. So he decided to send you a voice message instead.

"Whatever happens, I love you..." He startes and hit send. He got lost in the moment that he forgot what he was about to say. Nonetheless he continued with a smile on his face. "I can't wait to marry you. No mission, no order, nothing could ever change that."

Imagine just as he was about to hit send, a sharp knock echoed through the room, cutting through his thoughts like a blade.

Imagine the way the door opens and Caleb's heart skipped a beat. It was his commanding officer, a cold, emotionless presence that made Caleb's stomach drop.

"Colonel." The Commanding officer, CO greeted, his tone calm, like they were discussing the weather, not the most important day of Caleb's life. "I see you're prepared for the ceremony." Caleb's pulse quickened. "Yes, sir. But if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the chapel. I'm getting married today."

Imagine the way the CO didn't budge, he didn't even acknowledge the significance of Caleb's words. He just stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. "Actually, that's why I'm here." Caleb frowned, the dread creeping in. "You don't seem understand, sir. I'm getting married. Today. I had my leave of absence approved today and the rest of the month, sir."

Imagine the way the CO reached into his jacket pocketa and doesn't seem to take anything that Caleb has just said and pull out a folder and flipping it open, his gaze scanning the document with clinical precision. "You've been selected for immediate deployment, Colonel. Your mission is critical. I need you ready in thirty minutes."

Imagine the way Caleb's stomach twisted. His breath caught in his throat. "What? A mission? Today? On my wedding day?" His voice cracked as his entire world tilted.

Imagine the wah the CO didn't flinch, doesn't even seemed to care about the fact that this was supposed to be the most important moment of Caleb's life. His voice remained steady and detached. "Orders are orders, Colonel. This is non negotiable. You're the only one who can handle this. I need you out of here now."

Imagine the way Caleb's mind whirled. This couldn't be happening. He felt like he was drowning. Not today. Not now.

"I'm not going." Caleb spat. His voice trembling with frustration but his eyes were locked onto the CO, his body tense. "I can't go. I won't go. I'm getting married today. I promised them. This is the day I promised- this is the day we promised. You cannot take that from me." His gaze harden. "I won't let you."

Imagine the CO's face was unreadable, but his next words were ice cold. "You'll do your duty, Colonel or I'll have you removed. You don't get to choose today."

Imagine the way Caleb's heart was hammering on his chest. He couldn't breathe. His body was shaking, not from fear but from pure desperation. He couldn't lose this. He wouldn't lose this. He wasn't just fighting for his life. He was fighting for you.

Imagine he took a deep breath, his hands shaking at his sides. His voice dropped to a low growl, full of defiance. "I'd rather be court martialed. I'd rather be discharged than miss my own wedding." His words hung in the air, raw and desperate. "I'm not going. You can’t make me."

Imagjne the way the CO's face remained stoic but Caleb could see the shift in his eyes. The soldier who had been so calm, so indifferent, was now aware. The reality of Caleb's desperation had settled into the room, but it didn't matter. The orders had been given.

Imagine the CO's voice was firm. "You will go, Colonel. You will leave. I don't care if you're in a tuxedo. You're going. If I have to drag you out, I will."

Imagine Caleb started breathing ragged. The way his chest started heaving. His vision was starting to cloud with rage, but more than that, with the fear of losing everything he had worked for. He needed to be with you. He couldn't lose you. Not like this.

Imagine Caleb's evol flared into life. The way the room seemed to shake as the force around him intensified. The walls groaned under the strain as Caleb's evol bent the space around him. The soldiers outside the door were already entering, taking position. Caleb's violet iris flickered toward them, the sheer desperation in his chest making his entire body tremble. They couldn't take this from him.

Imagine he pushed himself forward, forcing his gravity to send the soldiers flying. They crashed into the walls, but it wasn't enough. There were too many of them.

"No!" Caleb shouted. His voice cracking with the intensity of his emotions. He tried to move, to push his way through the door out of this place and get to the chapel. Get to you. His heart was pounding in his chest and the pain of not being able to reach you was unbearable.

but Imagine the soldiers weren't backing down either. One lunged forwarda and grab his arms, yanking them behind his back. Caleb twisted in the grip but the soldiers were too well trained, like it was hone to go after him. The other grabbed his legs, sweeping him off his feet. He could feel his power slipping, his energy draining but he wasn't done. He struggled with every ounce of strength, his body fighting against their hold.

"Get off me!" Caleb growled. The words barely escaping through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard. His heart was screaming for you, for the wedding, for everything he had dreamed of. But it wasn't enough.

Imagine another soldier stepped forward, and before Caleb could even react. A needle pierced his skin. He felt the cold sting of the sedative entering his bloodstream. His vision swam, his thoughts became foggy.

"No..." Caleb whispered, his body growing heavy, the power fading from his limbs. "No... You can't do this..." He started seeing black dots and it scared him. "No...! Please.... please I have to..."

Imagine as the sedative took a full effect, his words slurred, his body collapsing under the weight of the drugs. The last thing he saw was the door to the chapel, the one where the two of you went into and decided it was the way you wanted to get married and he agreed. It'll make you happy. And then he imagined you and then nothing.

Imagine not too far away from the scene was MC who stood in the hallway. Originally she was here to check on Caleb making sure everything was okay. But now, her heart breaking as she listened to the sounds of Caleb's struggle, his shouts, his desperate refusal. She could feel the intensity in the air. She knew Caleb was trying with everything he had. But it was never going to be enough.

and Imagine, more than anything. She needed to tell you that. Fast. Before everything fall apart beyond repair.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: everybody say- thank you for coming home caleb.

[lily-bisque]

𝒹oin' 𝓉ime 𓍯𓂃 𝓈ummer 𝒷ash 𝒸ollab 🐚

your dream destination on the coast of the amalfi waters in italy awaits 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃

teaser ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹

pairing: assistantfem!reader x childhoodfriend/prostitute!toji

synopsis: sparkling turquoise waters, hidden coves, and limoncello for days in the illustrious city on the amalfi coast was just how you wanted to start your work-trip—now instead struggling to find a room for the night thanks to your arrogant boss leaving you to fend for yourself. yet your hopes begin to float just above the surface when your fate crashes with your old childhood neighbor with a questionable past but an annoyingly dashing charm beneath the sun-kissed shore glow. it really is a small world after all.

contents: tba, nothing in this teaser!

a/n: this oneshot is part of my summer bash collab that i have been lucky enough to get sixteen other writers on board with! was far too excited writing this, so here's a little snippet. comment to be tagged on the oneshot once it's posted <3

🏷️ ; @nialovessatoru @ri-sa20 @angel-vee-writes @howmanytimesamigoingtotrythis @sypnasis @fanficreaders-stuff @inzayneforaj @heh123321 @zzz-auds

“You know, the whole ‘macho mystery man’ look is getting old,” you deadpanned with finger quotes, despite him not being able to see it. “I’ve literally seen you trip over your own feet and fling your arms at nothing.”

“Well, thankfully I’ll only have to indulge in your presence for the evening since I’m kicking you out at dawn,” he retorted, kicking the door open after shoving his key into the keyhole.

“Yeah yeah I’ll get out of your hair—.” You cut yourself off when you got a view of the room. Don’t get it wrong here, the room was fucking gorgeous.

The issue? There was a singular bed—no connecting door to another room or anything.

What the hell were you expecting?

You huffed a laugh, swiveling your head to your childhood friend. “So I’m guessing this is where I’m staying and you’ve got another room?”

He looked at you over his shoulder as he tossed your bag onto the mussed mattress, where you can only assume he slept in the night before. “Fuck are you talking about? There’s a pullout couch.”

You laughed incredulously at him, not even caring that you could get a noise complaint at this hour. “...Seriously?”

He turned around, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head. “Yeah. Wouldn’t even be our first time sharing a room, anyway.”

You twitched at that, your heart stalling in your chest for a moment as words died on your tongue. Give it to Toji for making things weird.

“Uhm. Just… give me a second.”

You hurried out of the room, shuffling down the winding steps and stopping right before the jaded receptionist at the front, heart roaring in your ears. “Are you guys fully booked for the night?”

She had her legs and arms crossed, peering up at you whilst smacking her gum, an annoyed and tired expression coloring her. She leaned over the computer and clicked a few things out of your view. “We’ve got one room left.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling your shoulders slump. “Perfect. I’ll take it.”

She gave you a feigned smile. “It’s our presidential suite, however. It requires proof of high status such as dignitaries or heads of states. Otherwise, we keep it open.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. “What? Who the hell cares who I am if I’m a paying customer?”

She shrugged, panning her screen towards you. “Well, can you afford it?”

Your gaze followed the screen, squinting against the harsh light, when you made out the multiple zero’s coming after the euro symbol, your maw falling slack.

The walk back to Toji’s suite was a dreadful one, being told that every other hotel in a thirty mile radius was also booked out, dragging your feet and pushing the door open with your head downcast.

The television was now droning on with some static-y hotel-like cable sitcom that aired after hours, enough to make you shiver.

Your bags were in the same place Toji had left them, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Your eyebrows drew in as your head turned on a swivel, peeking into the bathroom and the closet warily, as if he were waiting to jump out and catch you off guard like a deer in headlights, but no.

“Oi. Get in here,” you heard his voice bellow past the ajar balcony door.

Your head cocked curiously, following the sound out onto the balcony, the white drapes flitting in the warm night breeze. Peering over the edge, you could see Toji just one floor down, veiny forearms and broad shoulders draped over the edge of some hot tub, the roman-style pool beside it empty.

It was a beautiful set-up, the area littered with potted plants and shrubbery from poppies to sunflowers to roses, giving it a bright glow even in the night.

Toji was sporting black swim trousers, shirtless as the water pooled around his massive pecs. Your thighs subconsciously rubbed against each other at the drooling sight, before you tore your gaze to match his, just the slightest bit curious how on Earth he made it down there without you noticing.

You could imagine him scaling the balcony wall, hopping down barefoot all primal-like.

Hugging yourself, you leaned down to yell-whisper, “Uh, no thanks. I think I’ll just get some sleep.”

He ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes dancing across you. “Couldn’t get a room, huh?”

You shook your head in defeat.

“Alright, well don’t let your first night in La Dolce Vita go to waste just because you’re a little scared of talking to me,” he teased with an accusatory tone, adjusting his manspread. 

You rolled your eyes at his gall, ready to bite back. “I’m not scared of you, Fushiguro.”

“Prove it, bird.” He called out immediately, voice husky and resonating through the charged air.

You clicked your tongue, narrowing your eyes, the slightest bit pissed that Toji was unbelievably talented at riling you up. He knew you far too well, even after all this time.

“Give me five minutes.”

You turned on your heel, heading back into the room and parsing through your bag for your swim trunks.

You’d brought two.

One that you could wear around your boss and her boyfriend without feeling unprofessional—a basic white one piece with a few frills, modest enough. The second, however, was a black strappy two-piece that quite literally left nothing to imagination.

You’d packed the latter in case you’d had a night to yourself and would be able to possibly hook up with someone fun you’d come across, a bit of a reach of your expectations for the weekend but you always came prepared nonetheless.

That’s not what you were planning here though, with Toji—no way in hell, that was nowhere near the front of your mind… ahem.

You simply wanted to get back at the audacious man. Let him know if he could make you uncomfortable, you had no issue doing the same to him.

You grabbed a lotus claw clip and tied your hair up, slipping into the suit and adjusting it so that your cleavage was on full view before slipping your sandals on and padding quickly down.

[sceletaflores]

HELL OF A VISION…

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｡𖦹°‧➵ PAIR: Joel Miller x fem!reader

｡𖦹°‧➵ WC: 2.6k

｡𖦹°‧➵ CONTAINS: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, post-outbreak, established relationship, jackson joel mmmh, domestic joel mmmh, both tags that are good for the soul, set in a sweet and lovely place where nothing bad happens, old man joel RAAHHH, the readers stay on, lots of dirty talk cause he’s old and gross, dry humping, finger sucking (still on this bullshit), lots of come and come talk…like verging on hyperspermia, yeah ik he’s old but he comes like a fire hose because i just can’t help myself y’all, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

｡𖦹°‧➵ NAT’S NOTE: i love fucking men who should be on AARP. thank god for them. this fic was actually meant to be the one i posted for rylea and i’s challenge, but i fucked up and accidentally made it over a thousand words…oops. of course i’m all about that reduce, reuse, recycle life sooo here we are. hope y'all love it, mwah!

dividers by @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics!

you and joel spend a night reading in bed, amongst other things…

It's rare that you get to see Joel like this.

Relaxed, completely.

Propped up against the headboard of your bed, a pillow behind his back and his legs stretched under the quilt you finally finished up last year.

The copy of Lonesome Dove Ellie found a few weeks before his birthday rests open in one hand, the other slipped up under the hem of an old shirt you stole from him to absently stroke over the skin of your back.

You lay with your head on his chest, legs tangled with his as you count the beats of his heart against your cheek. It soothes you in a way nothing else can, listening to the slow turn of the pages and the occasional rumbling hum in his throat when he comes across a line he likes.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been curled up next to him, quietly watching the tiny shifts in his expression.

Letting your eyes glide along the side of his face bathed in the warm orange glow of his bedside lamp, the messy silver curls of his hair catching the light enough to almost shine. You’re tempted to reach out and run your fingers through the strands, even more than you did earlier tonight, to feel just how soft it is.

Your gaze traces down the slope of his forehead, the caress of his lashes fanning out over his cheeks, the arch of his nose, the soft curve of his lips and all the way back up to do it over again.

However long it’s been still isn’t enough. You could watch Joel for hours without getting bored, just a silent spectator drifting in the warmth of his presence. 

There’s always something. A new project, patrol shifts, repairs. New everyday things you get to experience with him here in Jackson that you do love, but that keep him just out of your reach for longer than you like.

That’s why moments like these feel so special. There’s no crisis, no issues or problems to keep him out of your bed. 

You don’t say much. You don’t need to.

You just…you have him tonight. And that’s enough.

Well, it's almost enough.

You’re in his t-shirt for Christ’s sake, wearing it like a brand. In his t-shirt and just your panties. And he’s so warm beneath you, big and solid, the kind of comfort you ache for. In more ways than you could even think of naming.

You shift your hips slowly. One tiny move that has his thigh pressing between your legs a little more firmly than before. Testing.

Joel’s hand pauses on your back. The subtle drag of his thumb stutters where it was gliding just beneath the hem of your shirt before it starts up again, slower than before. He doesn’t look at you right away. Doesn’t say anything either. Just flicks his eyes further down the page and keeps reading.

You try not to smile.

You do it again. Another slow drag of your hips—like it’s an accident. Like you’re just getting comfortable.

But Joel knows you too well. He knows every part of you now—the tiniest hitch of your breath, the way you go quiet when you want something, the shift in your touch dragging over his chest. Knows that the heat blooming between your legs has nothing to do with the cozy warmth of the blanket.

“Somethin’ on your mind, kid?” Joel drawls without looking up from his book, but his hand slides a bit lower, the tips of his fingers brushing over the hem of your panties.

You hum noncommittally, shift again, letting your hips roll forward with a little more intent. You feel the twitch of his thigh, the stutter of his exhale. “I’m just getting comfortable.”

The flick of a page, his fingers drag a little lower. “That so?”

“Mhm,” you murmur, all mock innocence as you press in closer, lifting your leg just enough to drape it over his hips. You’re practically straddling him now, your bare thigh flush to the soft cotton of his sleep pants.

“Doesn’t look it.” Joel’s tone is bland, uninterested. You know it’s just for show, part of the game. It’s always better when he fights you for it. “Looks like you’re tryin’ to take advantage of me.”

You muffle a laugh in his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of pine and skin and musk. Your hand trails down his chest, down his stomach until you can toy with the drawstrings of his bottoms. “Maybe…are you offering?”

Joel peers at you over the edge of his readers, skeptical. It’s the first time he’s looked at you since he opened up his book. You try not to preen under his gaze. “I’m too old to be grindin’ like a damn teenager.”

“It’ll be good, promise. Just let me…” You sit up, swinging your leg over him to straddle his hips properly. “Let me rub on it a little, Joel. Please? I just wanna feel it.”

Your voice is all sugar, and Joel’s a sucker for it.

His cock softly jerks to life in his bottoms, lazily hardening under you. It tattles on him, gives away how he really feels seeing you perched on top of him. Your hips are moving before you can even think, rocking down against the rigid plane of heat. 

You fit together perfectly, and Joel’s cock slipping between your soaked cunt has your mouth going slack, a soft moan passing through your lips.

"Jesus." His book snaps shut and lands somewhere by the lamp. His hands find your hips, not to stop you, not really—just to hold. You meet his heavy gaze, the blown pupils of his eyes shine like an oil slick under the dim light. He squeezes you hard, holding you in place as he huffs a dry laugh. “I ain’t dry humped since high school.”

You grind down again, fighting his grip. “Then I’d say you’re due.”

You roll your hips again and again. Back and forth in slow and deliberate motions, dragging that damp cotton across the length of him. You know he feels it—feels the heat of you, the slick mess you're making. You're working your clit right along the swell of him, jaw slack as your rhythm picks up.

And Joel is just watching, head tipped back against the headboard. Letting you use him. Eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted.

There’s been days where it’s harder for him to really roll around in the sheets with you, especially in the last couple months. Joel’s age catching up with him, hitting fast and slow all at once.

Joel hates it, not that he'd ever tell you that. He doesn’t have too, you know. Of course you know, you’re not stupid. You knew how old he was when you met him, and it never made you second guess that you wanted anyone else in your bed. 

You’d never let Joel’s recent struggle to get it up ruin all that you have. You were more than content to find other ways to be intimate with someone you love, maybe a little excited even.

That’s not the case tonight.

Joel’s cock is fat and hard under you, twitching up through the soft cotton of his pants like it’s straining to get to you. The thick ridge of it bumps perfectly against your clit every time you roll your hips, dragging against the soaked crotch of your panties. The fabric clings to you, flimsy and so drenched with arousal that it’s barely even there.

“You’re soaked through, pumpkin.” Joel’s grip on your hips tightens until his fingers dimple your skin. His thumbs run over the edge of your panties, pressing hard enough that you know it’ll leave behind lacy imprints in your skin when this is all over. “Gettin’ my pants all wet and I ain’t laid a finger on you.”

Your brow arches, lips tugged into a smug grin that you can’t hide. “Is that a complaint?”

Joel squeezes your hips once, hard. A light warning, don’t be a smartass. “Don’t sound like I’m complainin’, do I?”

“I don’t know.” You hum, coy as your fingers dance over the hem of your shirt—his shirt—bunching it up around your hips, the dip of your waist visible in the lamplight. “You sure were talking a whole lot of smack earlier.”

You sneak your hand down the front of his pants before he can respond. His cock jerks when your fingers brush against it, his hips twitching up off the mattress and into your loose grip. You tsk softly, shaking your head as you lay it flat over his stomach, trapping him between the waistband and the coarse gray hair of his happy trail.

Joel hisses through his teeth, hands tightening around your hips. “Shit–”

“Don’t get too excited, Miller.” Your tone is teasing, even when your cunt clenches weakly at the sight. The rosy tip of his cock oozes pre-come onto his shirt, wetting the fabric enough that a dark patch blooms across the thin blue cotton. You want to press your lips to it, to trace the ridge with your tongue so you can taste him—salty, musky, and heady. “I just wanted a better view.”

Joel grunts like he doesn’t believe you, like he knows you’re full of shit, but his hips are shifting under you anyway. His cock nudging up into the hot mess between your thighs, seeking friction, contact—you. 

His hands curl around your thighs, pulling you down harder against the heavy bulge in his pants. He’s soaked through too now, the front of his sleep pants dark with it, sticky and wet where you’ve been grinding down. 

And his cock—god, his cock is leaking. Fat beads of precome drool out from the tip, smearing slick over the dark hair of his happy trail and dripping down between your folds. You can feel it every time your hips circle down.

“Dirty fuckin’ thing,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “You look so pretty like this, baby. Just like this.”

Your eyes flutter shut on a breathy moan, your hands falling to rest on his chest as your hips rock and rock. 

There’s a spot, right where his cock curves, that keeps catching against your clit every time you rock forward. You keep grinding into it, chasing that pressure, whimpering with every pass of it.

Joel notices. Of course he fucking notices.

“There,” he grunts, holding you in place and angling his hips up. “Right there, huh? That’s it, baby? That’s the spot.”

You whimper, nodding so fast it’s dizzying. “Feels so good, Joel. I can’t—I can’t stop, you feel so good—”

Your hands drag up his chest, lingering on the tan column of his throat. You run your nails over the thin skin, stretching over the coarse hair he must’ve missed cleaning up his beard. Your thumb rests just over his pulse, right where you can feel the beat of his heart pounding like a hammer on a nail.

Your hand slides up before you can stop yourself, cupping the side of his face like you’ve got the whole world cradled in your palm. Your thumb glides along his bottom lip now, wet with spit. Your nail presses into the fat of it, firm enough to drain the color before you lift up and do it again. 

Joel can’t swallow down his noises like this, with the way you’re forcing his lips to part. Deep grunts and groans ring out from around your finger. His eyes never stray from yours as he closes his lips around the tip of your thumb, watching you through the steamy glass of his readers.

You let out a pathetically broken moan, pushing your thumb deeping into the wet heat of his mouth. “Fuck, Joel…”

He doesn’t hesitate. Just parts his lips and sucks it into the heat of his mouth, deep and greedy. His tongue curls around your thumb, wet and filthy, moaning low in his throat like he’s starved. His brows pinch like he’s feeling it somewhere deep, deeper than he’s letting on.

You rock your hips while he sucks your fingers like he’d suck your clit—like it’s nothing to him, just muscle memory now. Your cunt clenches weakly with every pass of his tongue, fire shooting up your spine as your rhythm starts to falter. 

Joel feels it, the shift. The way you start to get messy with it, desperate. He knows you’re close.

He groans around your thumb and lets it go with a slick pop. “Go on, girly. Mess up those pretty panties. Rub that sweet cunt all over me—fuck yourself on it. That’s it.”

Your nails dig back into his chest as your stomach clenches with the first signs of your orgasm sneaking up on you. You rock faster, chasing it, slick soaking through the thin cotton. The shape of his cock is so perfect under you—thick and wide and right—even through your clothes.

You whimper something broken, grinding down hard, over and over, as pleasure builds sharp in your belly.

Joel grits his teeth. “You gonna come for me like this?”

“Yes.” You nod again, frantic. “Joel—I’m gonna—god, I’m gonna—”

Your thighs seize and your body jolts against him as you come, trembling in his lap, cunt spasming against soaked fabric. 

Joel groans like it’s killing him, watching you fall apart. His voice breaks as he groans your name, “Keep goin’, baby, just like that—fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

Your eyes are locked on the drooling tip of his cock, you don’t think anything could tear your attention away from it. Not even gunfire. Your hips don’t stop moving, even when your clit pulses with overstimulation each time it bumps up against him. 

But you can’t stop. You won’t stop, not when Joel asks you so nicely.

His grip on you tightens, his hips twitch up off the bed. Once, twice, three times. “Fuck–” 

You watch as he comes, mesmerized. His cock jerks against his stomach, painting the front of his shirt with rope after rope of thick come. 

Joel groans, loud, from deep in the chest. An intoxicating, raw sound, like it’s being pulled out of him with a tight fist. His head knocks against the headboard, jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut like the pleasure hurts.

“Jesus—shit, baby,” he grits out to the ceiling, voice wrecked. His hands are basically doing all the work now, shifting your hips back and forth, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “That’s it, ride it out of me—goddamn.”

He just keeps coming, shooting up high, nearly hitting his chest with it. A slow, filthy mess oozing out of the flushed head of his cock. The shirt’s a lost cause, but you could care less when his come drips down the sides of his stomach as it clenches deliciously.

You stare, panting as the last sparks of your high fizzle out. You want to taste it, to smear it around and dirty him up even more.

By the time he slumps back against the pillows, he’s panting like he just ran ten miles. His chest is heaving, the front of his pants an absolute wreck, and he’s still twitching under you like he hasn’t fully come down.

You lean down, nose brushing his. “Still think you’re too old for dry humping?”

Joel gives a weak chuckle, hands smoothing up and down your sides. “You’re laughin’ now, bet you’ll be singin’ a different tune when you’re the one nursin’ my bad back tomorrow.”

You grin, pressing a kiss on his chin. “Worth it.”

And then you rock your hips once more, dragging your soaked cunt over his softening, come slicked cock.

He groans, his hands twitching over your hips. “You just don’t know when to quit, huh?”

“Probably not. Guess you better read faster next time,” you murmur, mouth against his ear. “Because at this rate? You’re never finishing up that chapter.”

The swat on your ass stings, but you knew it was coming. It’s not enough to hide the low rumble of laughter ringing out over your head, and that’s all that really matters anyway.

MINI NAT'S NOTE: this got waaay fluffier than i thought it would when i started it. it’s probably the fluffiest thing i've written in a while. this isn't what i planned on posting, but it's hot and my knee hurts and i can't sleep...and this was basically done so i finished it up as a distraction from my chronic pain :))) and insomnia :))) yay me! yes the title is a lonesome dove quote because i’m texas trash and so is joel miller.

to the anon who sent me an actual banger of an ask, i am working on it! don’t worry babe, i almost cried tears of joy when i saw it in my notifs…i’m just on the struggle bus rn and the ideas are suffering…

thank you so much for reading, love you!

[ohhiimjazzed]

NSFW Phainon Headcanons for his season

3.4 SPOILERS AHEAD I REPEAT 3.4 SPOILERS AHEAD

Also this is SMUT so Minors DNI

Character: Phainon Reader Pronouns: they/them or gender neutral tags: smut, a little angsty, mentions of pregnancy, overstimulation, praise, body worship, kinda wholesome ngl

Phainon doesn't know what to do when it comes to sex in the beginning. He holds back from it out of fear of hurting you. He's pretty big. He keeps the voice in the back of his mind telling him to ruin you quiet. You have to reassure him that you'll be okay if he wants to be a little rough. You trust this man with your life. That's the problem. So, you have a safe word and some lube.

Once Phainon gets going though, he's going. Like, you ain't stopping until Amphoreus welcomes a new dawn. Okay. That's an exaggeration, but you get it. You're getting dicked down by this man real good. He can go for a while, but when you're truly done. He's also done.

That doesn't mean Phainon won't overstimulate you, though. He'll make you cum as many times as he wants you to before even thinking about his own pleasure. "One more time, love. I'm not done with you yet," he'll say while eating you out/sucking you off. He hasn't even properly fucked you yet.

Speaking of oral, Phainon is a giver when it comes to oral. Seeing your legs tremble while your voice escapes in whimpers and moans is one of his favorite sights. He'll claim that he doesn't need you to suck him off. But, he'd be a liar if he said he didn't love it. So please do it. Let him relax, good god does Phainon need it.

Phainon will take you from behind whenever he feels particularly frustrated that day. It allows him to be a little rougher, pulling on your hair, groping your ass, etc. He'll press your face into the mattress firmly, but not enough to suffocate you.

Phainon will take you from the front the rest of the time, however. He likes being able to see your face. There's an intimacy behind that. He's not just fucking you. He's making love to you. He cups your face lovingly while your legs hang over his shoulders. The tenderness contrasts with how much he's pounding into you.

Praise kink? Yeah, Phainon has a huge praise kink. He'll tell you how well your taking him, how beautiful you look with your face all fucked out and drooling. It goes both ways too. Tell him how good he feels, how perfect he is and he'll start fucking you harder.

He's also into body worship. Phainon could spend hours just feeling up your naked body, admiring it. It's like Mnestia sculpted you from their divine hands. He'll blush if you do it to him too. Touch the sun mark on his neck/shoulder. It's sensitive and you'll get the best whimper from him.

Phainon would prefer to cum inside you if you'll let him. He'll stuff you full of his seed until you physically can't take anymore of him. He likes fingering it back into you when it drips out. It lets the voice in the back of his mind hope that one day, you'd have his child. Once these endless cycles are over and he can stop killing his friends and injecting his memories into a new him over and over, he'd be free to spend a peaceful life with you. But that's only a dream.

Phainon practically begged you to say his name in bed, not 'Phainon.' He wanted his true name to fall from your lips. 'Khaslana.' His name felt like poetry coming from you.

Near the cycle's end, Khaslana touches you with desperation. It leaves you confused. It's not like you're going to die the next day. You are. Just like the rest of them.

Khaslana's aftercare is ever so gentle. He holds you like you're a delicate piece of glass and cleans you like the most precious treasure in the cosmos. He kisses the bite marks and bruises on your body, whispering apologies all the while. You have to reassure him that he did nothing wrong and that you loved it.

Khaslana then holds you close, praying that one day, he won't he holding your dead body in his arms.

[dabaotogo]

Return to Sender

soulmate au but with yandere phainon

tw: yan content, phainon crashing out, implied coercion/ forced relationship

written before 3.4

wc: 1k

minors and ageless blogs do not interact with my posts. i do check and i do block

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He's thought about his soulmate countless times.

It kept him up during sleepless nights. Back when his world hadn't been forced to expand just yet; when the edges of his world just happened to align with the walls of his village. Sometimes he'd spend those nights outside on the fields staring up at the star-littered sky with his big wide eyes while he imagined how the first meeting would entail. What do you think they'll look like? He'd occasionally rope in Cyrene with his questions, swinging his feet as he looked to the sky. Would they be taller than him? A pretty voice that reminded him of wind chimes on the first day of spring? He would come up with all sorts of scenarios, vividly crafted together into something beautiful, something tangible, alongside with what his first words would be to the one he knew he would happily spend the rest of his life with.

He's pestered his parents. Talked their ears off into giving as much detail as to how they found each other through their own red string that no one else could see but them. The feeling of meeting your other half. The happiness in following the other end of the rope.

Every word of his parents' union had been memorialized inside his head. He knew every detail off by heart and he saw the adoration reflected in their eyes, how their smiles had matched, the entwined hands that he'd imagined were adorned in red threads.

The idea of a soulmate — even after losing his home — his friends — his family — that there was still something good left that had survived and remained untouched by the black tides. There was still something at the other side. That his life was more than just revenge and hate. Something at the other end of the rope that could keep him going. Tucked away. Protected and hidden from the cruelties of a harsh and lonely world that belonged to a boy who had only ever wanted to be his village's little hero.

(Unblemished. Pure. Unstained.)

Which is why it breaks him. Tears him into tiny little pieces to the point it feels like every part of him is dying from his soulmate rejecting him.

The string thickens the closer the soulmate is. Twisting itself together to form something more akin to a rope and less of a flimsy thread. The kind he's seen fishermen on their boats use to knot around a heavy anchor before being thrown into the sea to sink down in the deep waters. Held in place.

The colour is a bright red. A beautiful shade.

You won't look at it. You won't even look at him. At the thing tied around your wrist to his own. He sees what looks like to be disappointment from the ways your eyes are casted downwards, mouth forming a small quiet oh. Like it had to be him of all people. As if you had hoped it would have been someone else. Perhaps there had already been a face in your mind. There is no fanfare. No smooth first words designed to swoop you off your feet. Just an agonisingly awkward silence hanging above both your heads where the two of you are standing to the side in the quieter parts of Okhema's market alleyway, away from the bustle and for some privacy.

Phainon wants to cry.

He almost loses it. Almost taking it out on you. Scaring you by begging for a reason. He couldn't even fathom the possibility as it had never been on his mind. It would have been easier had you even had an existing lover. At least there would have been a reason (motive).

You're just scared. It's natural. It's to be expected to be overwhelmed by the idea of knowing he is your fated one just as he is yours. He's a Chryso Heir. The fame and status is hardly helping his situation here.

He supposes even if you were soulmates, you're still technically strangers.

But that's okay. He can be patient. He can be good. For you. He can give you space as you get to know him better. He'll endure every sting when you shirk away from his touch. Just give him a chance and you'll see. He can show you that he can make you happy. So what if the first meeting had gone terribly? Who cares if his first words were all jumbled and practically incoherent, lost to his nervous laugh. This was what love was. It wasn't perfect. It was ugly. It was addicting.

The threads may tangle itself into an terrible mess of a mishappen shape to choke on.

But it will never break.

(You can run to the other side of the universe and he'll still find you. All he has to do is follow the red string.)

Love is selfish. It was selfishof him. And it was wrong. Using the string to tug you back when you try to avoid him. Announcing to the people he too had found his beloved and what followed was a cacophony of erupted cheers. He makes sure the people commit your face to their memories. So that there is always congratulations ready on hand and the occasional envious stare to the side. So that you're isolated (reduced down) to just being his soulmate.

You can't leave him.

If you do act out, lashing out at him. Intent on leaving him (you can't), all he has to do is pull firmly. Yank the red cord with all his might. He's not above it. He is stronger after all. It's a little mean. A little childish. You may stumble and trip over and fall. But Phainon will be more than happy to rush over and soothe any scraped knees. He'll kiss the bruises away, make it hurt less and wipe any tears that drip down your face. Provide the comfort you deserve as he hushes the sound of your cries.

He caught you trying to cut the string the other day.

Walking in to see your desperation spill over, the kitchen knife shaking terribly in your one hand. Your bounded wrist on the chopping block. You swallowed hard. Raising the thing above your head.

He disarmed you before you could go through with it.

But even if you could. Sever the fate connecting the two of you together. Phainon will only pick up the pieces and tie them back together.

Even without it, he knows he is forever bound to you.

So just accept him as your soulmate already.

[telephoniii]

SUMMER LOVIN’ HAD ME A BLAST

☆彡 in which you spend your summer with the NRC boys in different ways

NRC boys x reader

word counter: 6K

tags: established relationship, reader is prefect, tooth rotting fluff, possible ooc

a/n: it's been a while! i hope my writing isn't too rusty. i tried to make each one unique to their character! i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Water balloon fight!… Except he’s the most unfair person on the planet. He’ll take you to the beach and bring a cooler, claiming he knew you’d start whining about the heat. Well, that was part of the reason. One half of the cooler had waters and soda. The other? Filled to the brim with water balloons. He makes sure you’re completely unaware when he strikes (EVIL). You’ll probably be peacefully walking along the shore when BOOM. You feel a smack on your head. Turning, you see your oh-so-lovely boyfriend standing a good distance behind you with his arms full of water balloons. You’re funny if you think he’s holding back. He’s funny if he thinks you’re not gonna chase him. It’s a relief the beach was empty that day because you two start running around like chickens. It gets worse once you find out where he’s keeping the water balloons. By the end of it, you both are soaked without even going into the ocean.

deuce spade

Blastcycle ride! He takes you on the back his blastcycle around a nice little secluded area. Honestly, it doesn’t matter how long you two have been together, Deuce is going to be internally panicking before you guys go. He wants it to be the upmost romantic! Sunsets are romantic, right?! Spends an ungodly amount of time brainstorming ways to make the mood more romantic. Gives you a bouquet of roses when he first picks you up. He wasn’t prepared for you to pluck two of the roses, attaching one to his shirt and the other to your hair. Deuce’s face flushed a bright red, nearly matching the rose. Then he feels insanely bad once you guys start driving on the blastcycle because the wind blows both your roses away. You laugh, saying you already knew it was going to happen but he’s internally cursing himself for not going slower. He slowly but surely starts to relax as you two drive. He’s always loved driving blastcycles and it’s quite the endearing sight to have you holding onto him, laying your head against him as you watch the sunset. He observes the way the wind blows your hair and thinks you’ve never looked better. You chat a bit, and soon enough he’s not overthinking at all. He’s just enjoying the amazing view with you. You have that effect on him— one that eases all his worries.

cater diamond

Shopping spree! Takes you to the mall, looking for cute bathing suits for both of you. Of course, you two get distracted and start making outfits for the other to try. He records it as you walk out of the changing room, strutting in some absurd outfit with full confidence. You record him as he walks out and absolutely owns whatever outfit you picked for him. At another store, he buys matching keychains and bracelets for both of you! Probably buys one of those corny bracelets that says ‘his’ and ‘hers’, but he loves it. With your keychains, he’d want to do a photo booth with them to show them off. On the last photo, he’ll turn to kiss you for the camera. His lips are soft, gentle, and passionate against yours as he holds your jaw, tilting your head. Except he doesn’t stop after the picture is taken. You two may or may not make out in the photo booth. A knock on the side of the photo booth takes both of you out of la la land. You walk out red in the face; he walks out with the fattest grin on his face. Shameless. His Magicam stories is filled with pictures of you two together. Once he’s home, he’ll stare at the pictures you took together. There’s a small, genuine smile on his face as he already plans the next hangout in his head. He can’t get enough of you.

trey clover

Homemade ice cream! Trey feels as though he doesn’t handle the heat the best. His solution? Ice cream, obviously! Originally, he invited you over to just try the ice cream, but then it turned into you wanting to help him make it. Watching his favorite person participate in his favorite hobby? Yeah, he has no objections. You’ll probably have him churn both of yours since it starts to hurt your wrists and he’s already used to it. He’s got those baker wrists so he’s immune. The first batch you two make would probably be a simple vanilla. His turns out better than yours and he offers to give you his. However, instead of caving, you propose just making more ice cream. Again, no objections from this man. He’s down bad, he’ll go along with practically everything you want. (Malewife fr) The second round you guys are making different flavors. He’ll give you all the ingredients you need to make your favorite flavor while he makes strawberry ice cream for Riddle. Yours turns out better this time around! With pride, you get a spoonful and feed it to Trey who gives you his hum of approval. He fondly watches as you eat another scoop, some excess ice cream on your lips. When he asks for another taste, you’re happy to oblige. You just don’t expect him to grab your waist and pull you in for a hungry kiss.

riddle rosehearts

Zoo date! He wanted to go for educational purposes, just in case he had future classes on different animal species. You insisted on tagging along. Riddle was surprised how much he enjoyed having you there with him. The zoo felt less like learning trip and more… fun. He’ll still read every fact about the animals, but there’s a heartfelt smile that appears on his lips as he watches you point at an animal beside him. You bring out his childlike wonder as you drag him around the zoo, fawning over all the animals. After spotting a decent amount of people in line, you quickly find out there was an animal feeding going on. Turning towards Riddle, you asked if he wanted to do it with you. He doubts he would’ve agreed to it if anyone else asked, but the way your eyes shined as you looked at him compelled him to say yes. For the record… he was totally NOT intimidated by the giraffe’s height when he was feeding it. The giraffe simply startled him is all. Yeah. However, the way Riddle lit up at the sight of flamingos was adorable. He was nervous to feed them, but with your encouragement, he held out the bowl to the creature. The pink birds seemed to flock towards Riddle as more and more came to surround him. You couldn’t help but laugh as your boyfriend panicked a bit. When Riddle glanced over at you laughing, he couldn’t look away. He was so glad you came along.

jack howl

Swimming! Savanaclaw has their own dorm pool and Jack uses it to his advantage. Whether it’s during the school year or the middle of break, Jack is always determined to improve his strength. You’ll likely sit at the edge of the pool, dipping your toes in as you watch your boyfriend doing laps in the water. It’s adorable watching him swim as you rarely get to see his ears and tail get wet. At some point, he’ll swim up to you, asking you to time how fast he could swim from one end to the other. He got 42 seconds. You joked that you could beat that time. Big mistake. Now you guys have to race. Whether you’re a good or bad swimmer doesn’t really matter much as Jack is stupidly determined to win. Friendly competition gets him fired up. He looks way too proud of himself as he wins for the umpteenth time. You can’t help yourself when you splash at him. Another big mistake. Now you guys are splashing back and forth, giggling like kids. He’d never say it to your face, but he was definitely going easy on you. You just looked too cute when you’d start to get the upper hand. There’s a point where you get too close to him and Jack ducks under water. It’s like he disappeared. You can’t find him anywhere until he appears from under you, hoisting you onto his shoulders as he abruptly stands up. He’d do it a thousand times over if it meant seeing that expression on your face again.

ruggie bucchi

Fishing! It’s a secret talent of his that he takes pride in. He takes you to fishing pond where the two of you sit together and try to catch something. The first fish he catches freaks you out a bit with how much it flailed around. Being the cheeky hyena he is, naturally he chased you around with it. After that, he offers to help you catch something. Please say yes because it’s totally worth it the way he puts his hands over yours and murmurs instructions into your ear. His usual attitude makes it easy to forget how focused he can get when he wants to be. Ruggie is in Spelldrive and works countless part time jobs. That boy knows how to lock in. He doesn’t see the effect his voice and touch has on you until after you catch the first fish. And once he does it goes STRAIGHT to his head. Lots of smug grins and teasing. Once he knows you got it, he’ll let you fish on your own. Don’t underestimate how good he is at fishing because after you’ve caught your second one he’s got like four new ones in the bucket. Yeah. ‘Just a hobby’ my ass. By the end, you’ve got more than enough fish to feed the whole dorm of Savanaclaw. And Ruggie has no intention of sharing it with anyone besides you. They can catch their own food! He just wants to feast with you tonight. You cook it together. The way he practically drools at the sight of the fish is so pure. He splits the food 50/50 with you. If it were anyone else, he’d try to pull a one over on them with a 30/70 or something. But he doesn’t have the heart to do it to you. The fish tastes better eating it with you anyways.

leona kingscholar

Henna tattoos! He went back to his hometown during the summer since he got annoyed by Falena and Neji’s nagging. You wanted to tag along and he reluctantly agreed. Leona didn’t really want you to meet his family, but the thought of you wearing clothes from his culture had his head spinning. You mainly stayed in the guest bedroom of the palace, which in itself was huge. Leona was, unfortunately, real busy. Cheka was more than happy to keep you company though! You walked around the outside of the palace with Cheka, asking if he was even allowed out there. He cut you off as he yanked your arm towards a small stand. The lady at the stand seemed to recognize Cheka, giggling at his antics. She soon explained to you that she does Henna. Once Cheka comes of age, she’s going to be the one to give him a traditional Kingscholar tattoo. Kind as ever, she also offers to give you one, free of charge. Any guest of the royal family is a guest of hers. It’s hard to decline when Cheka happily shoves one of the paper design examples in your face, saying it would look good on you. The lady at the stand assures you the Henna isn’t permanent. You cave and send a picture of it to Leona. To your surprise, he sends a picture back of a matching tattoo on his back. Once he sees you in person, he immediately kisses your tattoo and smudges it a bit. He laughs if you get annoyed. Leona can’t stop kissing you; look so beautiful with a tattoo that matches his.

floyd leech

Boogie boarding! He’s tried surfing and the rush of standing on water is so much fun!! Floyd initially plans to surf with you and you agree. Neither of you owned surfboards though so you had to go out and buy new ones. As you were looking at the designs, there was one that reminded you of the Monstro Lounge. Except it wasn’t a surf board. It was a boogie board. “What’s that?” Floyd asked, draping himself over your shoulders as he stared at the board in your hands curiously. “Oh, it’s a boogie board. It’s basically a surf board but instead of standing on it you lay on your stomach and ride the waves—“ The leech immediately snatched that board from your hands and bought it. It was like love at first sight for this mad lad. He immediately ran into the water directly into a wave, plopping his stomach down on the board. Floyd was a natural. It was hard not to admire him; shirtless and wet with the biggest grin on his face. He caught onto your ogling and assumed you wanted a spin on the boogie board. Definitely forces you to try it. If you fall off the board he’s laughing and saying, “Wow! You’re almost as bad as Azul!” If you don’t fall, he’s making fun of you. “You look drenched, Shrimpy! I’m surprised you didn’t drown!” Yeah, this guy is the worst. He does love you though. It shows when he gives you his towel and helps you dry off.

jade leech

Hiking! You already knew it was coming. Let’s hope you can keep up because the way he hikes up so fast is insane. And he’s rarely shooting you a glance, way too focused on the beauty of the mountains. It isn’t until he starts rambling on about how you should join the Mountain Lover Club when he realizes you’ve fallen behind. He blinks in surprise as he turns around, looking for you. Soon enough, he finds you sitting down on a rock trying to catch your breath. You apologize for the slow down and he shakes his head, saying he should’ve been more aware of your stamina. His eyes widened as you moved to pull out a small mushroom from your pocket, saying that you picked it since you knew he’d like it. That toothy grin of his makes its way onto his face as he leans forward to give you a kiss. The thought of you doing that specifically for him makes his heart swell. In fact, it swells so much that he bends down in front of you and tells you to get on his back. Now he’s insistent on carrying you the whole way through the hike. No objections. Jade is slower this time around. It’s partly due to the added weight on his back, but also because he told you to look out for any more of those mushrooms so you two could pick them together. Once you’re at the top of the mountain, the two of you have a bag full of mushrooms. It’s getting late and Jade lays down beside you on a patch grass. He goes through the different mushrooms in the bag, explaining the origin and purpose of each one. You ask which is his favorite. Jade takes a moment to think it over. Eventually picks the first one you gave to him— the one you pulled out of your pocket. That one is especially special to him from now on.

azul ashengrotto

Leomade stand! Summer is prime time for lemonade sales and Azul fully intends on seizing the opportunity. As he sets up a lemonade menu for the Monstro Lounge, you playfully suggest he makes a lemonade stand while he was at it. You had no idea that he’d actually take you seriously. Now, there you were, sitting next to your boyfriend outside of NRC as you sold lemonade. It brought back a certain nostalgia. Azul lightly scolded you as you drank some of the lemonade the two of you were selling. You shrugged, claiming you didn't want to get dehydrated before handing him the cup and told him he should drink some as well. Azul lightly tapped the cup, considering it before caving and taking a small sip. He furrowed his brows as he looked up and was met with your smug grin. “… Why are you looking at me like that?” “You drank from the same exact spot as me. Indirect kiss!” Azul’s face lit a bright red. He stuttered before telling you that your antics were bad for business. You rolled your eyes. He went silent for a few moments before speaking up, his voice quieter than before. “What if I gave you a direct kiss?” Your lit up at his comment. He was too endearing, shyly asking if he could kiss you despite that fact you were already dating. With your permission, he leaned forward and closed the distance between you two. Once he pulled away, you murmured, “You taste like lemonade.” Azul let out a tiny scoff. “Wow. What a surprise.”

kalim al asim

Summer party! He’d arranged a huge party at Scarabia and invited everyone from NRC. How could he not celebrate the season nearly everyone looks forward to! It was as lavished as it could get with crazy amounts of food, pretty lights, a big pool, and, of course, amazing music! Out of everyone he invited, he was most excited to celebrate with you! He almost bought you your own separate cake before Jamil talked him out of it! Once you arrived, he was glued to your hip. He just wanted to be around you the whole time! How could he want to do anything else when the fairy lights bring out a certain sparkle in your eyes that made him want to stare at you forever? Although he’s always friendly with everyone, it's obvious that his energy shifts when your around. His eyes are just drawn to you during every party game. Every chance he gets, he partners with you! Chicken fight in the pool? Get on his shoulders, you two are sure to win together! Cup pong? Join his team and lets see who can score more! Once the night comes, he holds his hand out to you and asks for a dance. One dance turns into the rest of the night as you two enjoy one another company. Whether it's an upbeat song he could break dance or a slow song to sway to, he’ll dance the night away with you next to him! It doesn't even matter if you’re good or bad at dancing, as long as your having fun then he is too! As you watches you move your hips to the beat, he wishes for this night to last forever.

jamil viper

Festival! Kalim and his family were hosting this fancy festival to celebrate the arrival of summer. Jamil assumed he’d be busy the entire night protecting Kalim. Despite this, he encouraged you to go to the festival with friends. He knew it’d be something you’d enjoy, and Jamil wanted nothing more than for you to be happy, even if he couldn't be there with you. You agreed but promised to stop by and spend some time with him as he watched over Kalim. Jamil stood by the young Al Asim, watching as he mingled with other high-class families. To his surprise, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He recognized the man as a knight to the Al Asim family. The knight not-so-kindly told Jamil that he was not needed and that his presence— the presence of a Viper— was ruining the image of the Al Asims. Jamil furrowed his brows, about to argue back before he heard a familiar laugh in the distance. Yours. You stood at one of the festival games, laughing as you missed another hoop… Maybe being away from Kalim wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He hugged you from behind, a sly smile as he met your surprised gaze. “Mind if I steal you away for the rest of the night?” “I’d love that, Jamil.” He intertwined his hand in yours as he whisked you away from the crowds. Jamil took you to a cozy spot where the two of you could sit and watch the firework show together. You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped a hand around your waist. Although the way the fireworks lit up the sky was pretty, nothing matched the way the light illuminated against you perfectly. For a few moments, you were the only thing that existed in Jamil’s world. Although he bound to Kalim by law, Jamil’s devotion towards you was completely his choice. And he loved it.

epel felmier

Apple picking! He’s more than eager to take you to meet his family. So when they tell him its prime apple picking time, he grabs you by the arm and takes you through the magic mirror with little explanation. His family absolutely adores you. They show you all the best spots in their farm to pick apples, teaching you techniques that you’d never even think of. You and Epel are outside, with you holding the basket of apples as he grabs the harder to reach ones. It starts turning into a game where he throws you an apple and you catch it with the basket. You’re out of breath and he’s laughing watching you run around trying to catch these apples. His meemaw shouts from inside to knock it off before someone gets hit in the head with an apple. Epel reluctantly stops but throws you one more apple for good measure. He teaches you how to carve the apples! The bruised ones needed to be carved anyways, might as well teach you in the meantime! Epel watches you carefully, making sure you don't accidentally get cut when carving. No, he totally does NOT get sappy when he watches you carve your initials together in an apple. So what if he carved a heart around it? It's just because he thought it’d look nice! No other reason… His meemaw passes by and gives him a knowing look. Epel almost explodes on the spot when Marja says, “This one’s a keeper, boy! I expect grandchildren!”

rook hunt

Camping! He’s a hunter and a sucker for the woods. Rook sets up most of the camp. It's not that he doesn't allow you to help, rather that he’s super speedy and efficient at what he does. In the blink of an eye, he’s got a fire going and everything. Definitely bought you your own separate tent to sleep in, but when you tell him you’d like to sleep beside him he swiftly takes it down with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. Brings a camera to observe all the woodland creatures. Unfortunately for him, the woodland creatures are definitely afraid but his presence. You sigh as you watch your boyfriend climb a tree to take a picture of an unsuspecting animal. This guy is lucky you love him. Coincidentally, the animals actually seem to like you. They come to the little spot you and Rook have set up as a camp and chill around the fire. Rook feels his heart melt at the sight of a few squirrels sitting next to you while you made smores. Beautiful creatures all sitting together in harmony? He thanks the heavens for this sight and snaps a picture with his camera. Rook approaches slowly and calmly. The animals are almost scared away but with small encouragements from you, they stay. Rook is over the moon at this, happy to be so close to the critters. It's an adorable sight to see as he holds a tiny chipmunk in his hands, the fire illuminating the sparkle in his eyes. You scoot towards him, offering him a taste of your smore. Rook nods before catching you off guard with a kiss. “It tastes truly delightful. Especially on your lips, Trickster~”

vil schoenheit

Spa day! He has an image to maintain, but being able to relax while being taken care of with you beside him? Sounds like paradise. Vil doesn't exactly trust you to massage and take care of his scalp— he’s got enough money to hire actual professionals— but he’ll happily do it for you! He finds it quite endearing the way you relax under his touch as he shampoos and conditions your hair. What he does allow you to do is put face masks on him. It's easy to fix if you mess up and he quite likes the proximity. Vil has to hold himself back from kissing you as you sit in his lap, pressing the mask against his skin. Instead, he settles for lightly squeezing your hip as he does the same for you. He’ll happily get full body massages, pedicures, and manicures for the both of you— all on his wallet of course. Except he asks that they don't paint yours or his nails. He wants to do that with you. Another easy fix in his book if you mess up the polish. Vil absolutely adores that determined little look on your face as you carefully paint his nails. Once you pull back with a satisfied grin, he gives you a hum of approval no matter how good or bad of a job you did. He’ll match nails with you, delighted to see a part of himself on you. Once his face mask is off he’s definitely smashing his lips against yours. Just to see if your lips need a lip mask of course. No other reason. Vil’s kisses always leave you breathless. The sight of you panting because of him with your hair and nails all pretty has him the most relaxed he’s been in years. How could he not enjoy himself when you're around? Your beauty is matched only by his own in his eyes.

ortho shroud

Sand castles! Since his older brother is such a recluse, Ortho by association hasn't been out much. Hearing that he’s never built a sand castle, you felt the need to fix that! You took him to small beach with a bunch of plastic toy shovels, molds, and buckets. Ortho was more than enthusiastic to try! He had a waterproof activation system and felt that he was finally putting it to use. At first it was… rough. He scooped two buckets filled with water and dumped them ontop of the castle. He had the spirit! Just not the knowledge. Well— at first. With a quick searches on the web, suddenly he went from noob to mob boss in an instant. You’ve never seen a sand castle that huge before. It had a whole opening system and everything! Made out of sand! The gate to the castle was moveable and the designs were so intricate you’d think Ortho was an actual architect. Other people at the beach came to ogle at the masterpiece. Craziest part? Ortho continued to add on to it to make it even bigger. Bigger is an understatement. The robot built an ACTUAL castle that you could walk inside of. On the beach. What the fuck. Once it got late out, the beach manager walked up to you and Ortho before asking if he could turn it into a preserve. An actual sand castle is sure to attract some visitors and curious eyes. Ortho was more than happy to agree. He was even more happy to claim that YOU built it instead of him! Probably because they asked for the builders first and last name. Considering that he’s a Shroud, he didn't want to garner his parents unnecessary attention and said your name. When you return to the dorms, Idia runs to interrogate both of you about the ‘Real Life Sand Castle Built By NRC Students!’ headline that was on his screen.

idia shroud

Movie marathon! No matter what season it is, Idia isn't fond of going outside. The solution? Watch animes of fictional people going outside with you! He writes down a list of anime summer movies that he’s been wanting to watch. The main reason he hasn't is because watching them makes him feel even more alone. But, if you’re watching them with him? How could he feel alone when he’s got the most OP person in the universe as his partner? Once all the movies come in, you both are pulling all nighters! He’s got your favorite snacks and grabs all his comfy blankets. Much to Idia’s embarrassment, you asked if you could wear matching hoodies of this one power couple in one of the movies you were going to watch. How could he say no when you looked at him like that?! Needless to say, the whole time you guys were watching that movie, Idia was saying, “Literally us.” and tugging on your hoodies. You dug threw some of the snacks he got for the movie marathon, finding a box of popsicles. He took the blue one, you took the red one. By the end of it, you both had purple tongues though. As you start to drift to sleep at the ripe time of 5AM, Idia can’t help but admire your sleepy state. He wonders what he did to get protagonist levels of lucky to have you by his side.

sebek zigvolt

Collecting sea shells! When Malleus mentioned admiring the unique patterns each sea shell had, Sebek got the bright idea to collect the prettiest sea shell so he could to bring it to his master! You, happy to see your boyfriend so motivated, agreed to help. Every shell on that beach was heavily scrutinized under Sebek’s eyes. It was hard to find one he was happy with. Too big. Too small. Too round. Too sharp. Too zigzag-y. Like, okay Goldie Locks. You were starting to think there wasn't a single shell that he’d be happy with. Sitting down on the sand, you let out a small sigh while watching the waves. Sebek was next to you, digging in the sand for any hidden shells. Watching the ocean, you couldn't help but notice a pretty, little shell wash up on shore. You abruptly stood up, walking towards it. “Sebek! Sebek! Look at this one!” In his eyes, it really wasn't all that different from the rest. But he couldn't help but notice the way you looked at it like it was the most treasured jewel you’ve ever seen. The way you smiled as you held it out to him made his heart flutter. Something in him hoped that you looked at him like that during the times he wasn't paying attention. The thought flustered him, his cheeks turning pink as he looked at the shell. “… I-It’ll work.” He mumbled. Your smile widened as you held his arm. “Really?! I’m so glad! I was starting to think I wasn't gonna be much help!” Sebek glanced towards you, still a bit red in the face. To him, you were always a help. Whether it be a mood booster, another pair of hands, or a discovery of so many emotions he’s never felt before. You were always helping him learn more about himself, something he’d be eternally grateful for.

silver

Hammock naps! Silver wanted to make the most of his summer, causing him to go out a lot during it. He didn't want to sleep the season away. However, he’s been falling asleep in dangerous places. It’s starting to wear down on him to the point where you suggested he take a break. He sighed, confiding in you that he really wanted to make memories of the summer but struggled with his condition. An idea appeared in your mind. “Have you ever slept on a hammock?” Silver raised his brow, shooting you a curious look. “… I don’t believe I know what that is.” You were more than happy to buy one for the two of you to try. He helped attach it to the trees, making sure it was stable enough for both of you. Once inside, you immediately started to swing in it, catching him off guard. “What’re you—?” “C’mon’ it’s part of the fun!” Silver couldn't help the soft laughs that escaped his throat at your antics. To you, it was a heavenly sound. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer as he rested his head on top of yours. “Thank you for this…” He murmured. You pressed a small kiss to his shoulder. “I’ll be dreaming of you.” Silver hummed before dozing off. And he wasn't lying. His dreams were always full of you. This time, it was you and him just laying there till the end of time. With you snuggled against him. Together.

lilia vanrouge

Pottery! The old bat has done a lot in his lifetime. Pottery isn't one of them. It’s been on his bucket list for a while, but he just hadn't found a good time to try it. You, knowing this, bought him an at home pottery set. Which might've been the worst decision ever. He was over the moon about it, smothering you with kisses before quickly unboxing the set and trying it out. You both stood in the Diasomnia kitchen with aprons as you read over the instructions. They sounded confusing. So, Lili just shrugged and decided to go for it. Turns out it’s not as easy as it looked. Clay splattered everywhere— on the table, on the counters, and on your faces. Lilia let out a hearty laugh seeing you covered with clay because of him. He wiped some of it off your cheek with a grin. “Looks amazing on you, dear.” Lilia murmured before giving you a try. After what Lilia did, there was no way you could do any worse. You ended up making a flimsy little vase. It was far from pretty, but it had Lilia awestruck. “Let’s put it in the oven! Quick!” He held it like it was his newest son. You tilted your head to the side, amused by his behavior. “Are you sure you don't wanna try and make a better one? That was my first attempt and it definitely shows.” You chuckle, causing him to shake his head. “Shh! You’ll hurt its feelings!” Nothing you make could ever be ugly in Lilia’s eyes. And this vase was one of them. To him, it solidified the fact that you bought and did all this for him. And that meant a lot. He’d love and cherish anything else you made. As long as you’d keep making them for him.

malleus draconia

Lanterns! You and Malleus usually take midnight strolls no matter the season. However, he got curious when he saw pretty colors illuminating the night sky. After a bit of research, you told him how some workshop planned on releasing lanterns every Friday of summer. He was more than eager to participate in this human ritual. The next Friday rolls around and he drags you to the spot. His presence demands attention of course, so the two of you are quickly provided with the materials you need. Malleus gets stumped when it comes to decorating his lantern. So many ideas… he struggles to settle on one. Just as he turns to you for advice, his eyes widened and his heart starts beating a little faster as he sees yours. On your lantern, you had him painted on there. It was a chibi version, but it was clearly him by the horns. “How creative.” He hummed in amusement, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Motivated by the sight, he takes great caution as he begins to paint on his. Each stroke is careful and calculated. In the end, he painted you on his lantern in return. It was a much more detailed version compared to yours, but that made it all the more charming. Your heart swelled at the sight before another idea popped in your mind. You painted half of heart on your lantern before glancing towards him. “You should paint the other half on yours! That way when they’re in the sky, all the other lanterns know they’re connected.” Malleus grinned at the idea, swiftly agreeing and painting the other half of the heart. Once it was time to light them, he sat beside you and you two lit it at the same time, watching them drift off into the sky. Malleus couldn't help but think over your words again. His mind wandered to the heart halves you both painted. “Even as lanterns, we find our way back to each other.” He mused, intertwining his hand in yours. “I’ll love you in every universe.”

[hioriri]

♡ spending time together!

little romantic(?) moments together :3

featuring ☆ xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, & caleb

tag(s): fluff!!

XAVIER would constantly nap anytime, anywhere. however, his favourite place to sleep/nap isn't on the bed, but your lap. he just loves when you play with his hair, twirling it and gently caressing it. his reaction? small nuzzles. your soft and gentle touch just makes him feel happy and safe.

ZAYNE would cuddle with you after a tiring day. it doesn't matter if he's tired or not, he wants to make up for the times when he didn't have a chance to hug you. the warmth and comfort of him makes you feel safe and calm. sometimes, you'd accidentally doze off, and he notices. he'll shift into a more comfortable position, then put a blanket on you to make sure you're not cold. finally, zayne falls asleep, his arms wrapped around you.

RAFAYEL would paint with you whenever the both of you are available. sure, it's nothing fancy, but it means a lot. rafayel also uses this opportunity to teach you more about color theory. the two of you then exchange paintings, rafayel would proceed to hang them on his wall. he actually dedicated a whole chunk of his wall, just to hang all your paintings on there. it makes him happy, he can wake up everyday to see your masterpieces, and how you've improved. he's just a cheerful and proud fishie after seeing all your wonderful creations.

SYLUS would cook for you whenever you crave his cooking (almost everyday). he just smiles and looks at you, reading your expressions to see if you enjoy the food or not. your smile and enjoyment while eating his cooking makes him want to give you the whole world. you and your smile are something he wants to protect until the day he dies.

CALEB would be clingy. if you had to leave for work in the morning, he'd always ask for just five more minutes. you lost track of all those times he's deceived you. five more minutes has been the biggest lie he'd ever told you. those five minutes suddenly turn to half an hour, to an hour, and then to you being extremely late to work. caleb is all smug about it, feeling extremely proud. he got to keep you, hug you, and shower you with kisses for hours.

©hioriri / please do not copy, repost, or translate. likes and reblogs are accepted and appreciated!

[formulafanfics13]

Can you please do Max Verstappen x famous model reader. She known as an it girl and her for her style. The grid and the public are in shock on how he pulled her especially with him having no style and only wearing skinny jeans and a red bull shirt. What more shocking is the girlfriend effect starts to kick in. Max is starting to wear more baggy pants and something other than red bull. The grid starts to praise the reader for all her hard work.

The Girlfriend Effect - MV1

Masterlist

Summary: When the world first saw Max Verstappen with you — the it-girl model of the moment — they lost their minds. The fashion world couldn’t comprehend how Red Bull’s feral king landed someone so polished. But slowly, through Paris Fashion Week and playful wardrobe influence, Max goes from hoodie gremlin to low-key style icon. The world notices. So does the grid. But Max only cares about the way you look at him.

Warnings: Fluff, light fashion-based social media chaos, minor public teasing, mentions of fashion industry, soft domestic moments, transformation glow-up, no smut.

The internet lost its mind the second the first photo dropped.

Max Verstappen. Red Bull’s most feral driver. Triple world champion. Public hater of jeans that fit and hairbrushes. Pictured outside a Monaco restaurant at midnight, hand-in-hand with you. The you. Model. Fashion week front row regular. Met Gala darling. The kind of woman who made stylists cry and designers fight for your approval. You weren’t just a model. You were a fucking moment.

And yet, there he was. Standing beside you in the dim glow of paparazzi flash, looking like he barely understood how gravity worked, half-scowling, half-squinting, in jeans tight enough to be criminal and a Red Bull zip-up from three seasons ago.

The contrast was… blinding. Twitter was ruthless.

how did max verstappen pull THE it girl of the moment??? baby girl you’re so strong blink twice if you need help escaping the Red Bull merch warehouse she’s gonna fix him I can feel it in my bones

At first, you laughed.

Max didn’t care. At all. He thought fashion discourse was stupid. He wore what was comfortable. He thought his black jeans were versatile. He liked that his Red Bull shirts were free. It took everything in you not to rip his wardrobe apart on sight. But you didn’t.

Because underneath the tragic styling and the stubborn attitude was someone who made you feel safe. Max didn’t care about your image. Your press. The way your name trended after a runway show. He liked that you always stole his hoodie and made him try your skincare and kissed his neck when he was grumpy.

So you didn’t try to change him.

At first. But then came Paris Fashion Week. And you were invited to Loewe. And he wanted to come.

“Are you sure?” you asked, adjusting your earring in the mirror. “You’ll be photographed.”

He nodded. “I want to see what you do.”

You kissed him. Hard. That night, Max Verstappen wore black trousers. Not skinny. Not strangling his thighs. Just tailored, clean, flattering. A white t-shirt. A soft beige bomber jacket you helped him pick the night before. He left the Red Bull gear at home.

When you arrived at the show, hand-in-hand, the cameras blinked. Stunned.

is that max verstappen in something other than red bull holy shit he’s hot the it girl girlfriend effect is REAL

He didn’t understand the buzz. But he understood the way you smiled at him across the car. The way your hand slid up his thigh under the table. The way you whispered, “You look so good, baby,” when no one was listening.

After that, the changes came slowly.

You never forced it.

But your hoodie became his hoodie. Your oversized cargos got “borrowed” when he forgot sweats. Your stylist sent him a few things as a joke. He tried them on in private, face red, muttering about how stupid it all was. But then he saw the way your eyes lit up when he wore the cream knit sweater to breakfast.

So he wore it again.

Then came Barcelona. A tan linen shirt. Relaxed trousers. No logos.

Then Silverstone. A black leather jacket over a tee with no branding. Perfect pants. New shoes.

You didn’t say a word. But the grid noticed.

“You’ve changed him,” Charles whispered dramatically as Max walked past. “He looks… good.”

“You’re welcome.”

Even Lewis had to admit it. “Man’s pulling looks now.”

Max rolled his eyes. “I’m not pulling anything. She just throws clothes at me.”

You smiled sweetly. “And he catches them.”

Christian Horner pulled you aside one day in hospitality. “I don’t know what you did to him,” he said, “but the sponsor photos are hitting different.”

You winked. “Call it the girlfriend effect.”

Max didn’t talk about it. Didn’t need to. But every time he wore something you picked, he held your hand tighter. Kissed your cheek longer. Let his fingers trail down your back a little slower when you walked into a room.

Because he liked looking good. He just never knew how.

And now? Now he had you.

[bruisedboys]

hi babe, squid game players’ reactions to you admitting you have a crush on them 😋 (only if u want to! love u)

── SQUID GAME MEN when you admit to having a crush on them

ft. kang dae-ho, lee myung-gi, thanos, nam-gyu, and hwang jun-ho

note: hi san I owe you my life for this request thank u sm! also some of these might be ooc but I simply do not care

★ KANG DAE-HO, player 388

Dae-ho has his suspicions about your crush, but he’s nothing if not a gentleman, so he hasn’t brought it up to you yet. He likes you too, of course, but again, he’s too much of a gentleman to want to jeopardise your friendship for a silly crush. At least, he thinks it’s just a silly crush, that is until you bring it up rather than him, and he’s over the moon.

“You like me?” He asks, half stunned with giddiness. His feelings for you suddenly feel multiplied, blooming in his chest like a flower in spring.

You nod, ducking your head shyly, hiding your face from him. “Yeah.”

Dae-ho doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he hug you? Kiss you? Grab your shoulders and start shaking you like a maniac? He does neither of those things.

“Hey.” Dae-ho steps closer, into your space, and he can practically feel the heat radiating off you. You’re clearly embarrassed to have admitted how you feel about him, though he can’t fathom why.

Dae-ho slots a hand under your chin and tilts you up to look at him. You’re so pretty up close like this, your cheeks all flushed, blinking up at him shyly.

He grins at you.

“I like you, too,” Dae-ho says simply. He won’t tell you how much, not yet. He worries you’ll melt into a puddle if he does.

Your shoulders start to creep towards your ears. Dae-ho cups your jaw with his palm, thumb gliding over your cheekbone.

“You do?” You ask.

Dae-ho nods. “Yeah, are you kidding?” He muses, and feels how warm your skin is under his hand. He doesn’t mention it. “Do you think I could take you out sometime?”

You pause. “Like…on a date?”

Dae-ho gives you a crooked grin, tucking a rogue piece of hair behind your ear for you. “I’d hope so, sweetheart.”

You laugh, breathless, sounding about as giddy as Dae-ho feels. “Okay,” you nod.

Dae-ho laughs too, feeling a bit dizzy, and then wraps you up in a firm hug so you don’t see how much you’ve made him blush.

★ LEE MYUNG-GI, player 333

Myung-gi only confronts you about it because he’s noticed how flustered you get around him. How you can’t look him in the eye when he talks to you, or how you tend to fidget with your hands while you’re talking to him. He’s worried he’s done something wrong.

When he asks you about it, the last thing he’s expecting is for you to admit you’ve been harbouring a crush on him.

He doesn’t really know what to say, except for, “What?”

He realises it’s probably insensitive, but thankfully, you just laugh.

“I like you, Myung-gi,” you repeat, clearly embarrassed and trying not to show it.

Myung-gi just stares at you, a bit stunned. He hadn’t considered that as a possibility. But, when he thinks about it, it sort of all makes sense. After a moment, the initial shock wears off and he suddenly feels very smug. This whole time, you’ve been crushing on him, and he didn’t even know it? He’s been foolish. And you’ve been quite obvious.

Myung-gi grins. “Oh,” he says. “So that’s why you don’t seem to like any of the girls I tell you about?”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“Whenever I tell you about a girl I meet,” Myung-gi says, his grin widening, “You get all annoyed, like you don’t want to hear about it. Y/N, were you just jealous this whole time?”

You go silent, blushing up to your ears, and duck your head, refusing to meet his eyes. Myung-gi tsks at you.

“Hey,” he says. “Y/N, look at me.”

He pushes his thumb under your chin and forces you to look him in the eyes. You’re clearly flustered, your eyes darting between both of his, and you’re so cute he finds it horribly difficult not to kiss you on the mouth right then and there.

“You’re cute,” he tells you fondly, chucking you under the chin, and he can practically see steam gushing from your ears. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier, hm?”

You shrug, lips pushed into an embarrassed pout. Myung-gi tuts at you.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he tells you, dropping his voice to a soft murmur. He leans in, making sure to look you in the eyes when he admits, “I like you, too, you know.”

Your eyes blow wide. Myung-gi laughs and wraps you in a hug while you splutter, flustered beyond words.

★ CHOI SU-BONG, player 230

Thanos is the kind of guy who thinks everyone has a crush on him. It annoys you that you like him so much, because you know he’s gonna be a smug bastard about it if he ever finds out, and so you put off telling him for quite a while.

It happens when you least expect it. You both end up joining the games without the other knowing, and when you see him, you actually almost cry with relief. Not that you’re happy he’s ended up here, you’re just happy to have someone you can feel safe with.

You spend most of your time in the games glued to his side, and one night, you think to yourself, if I die tomorrow, he won’t know how much I like him.

So you tell him. And he’s surprisingly sweet about it.

“You’re not pulling my leg, are you?” He asks, squinting at you. You’ve rejected his boyish advances many times, so you get why he’s surprised.

You shake your head. “No, Su-Bong. I’ve liked you for ages.”

He blinks at you. You’re the only one who ever calls him by his real name, and he likes to keep it that way. Then, after a long moment of uncharacteristic silence, Thanos breaks out into a grin.

“I knew it,” he declares, grinning toothily like he’s won the lotto. “You couldn’t resist me, huh, babygirl?” He drawls, nudging you with his shoulder.

There’s the Thanos I know, you think, but it’s with nothing but fondness that you sigh, a reluctant smile pulling at your lips.

You shrug. “I guess not,” you admit.

Thanos starts to laugh heartily, though you know he’s not laughing at you. You start to giggle too, the absurdity of it all sinking in. When the laughter fades away Thanos gets a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, listen,” he says seriously. “We get out of here and I’ll take you on a date, alright?”

You weren’t expecting that. “A date?” You echo.

“Yeah. A proper one,” he says firmly, and you can tell he really means it.

You gape at him. “You’re broke,” you say.

“I think you’re forgetting something, senorita,” Thanos says, and he gestures to the enormous piggy bank full of cash hanging from the ceiling. You follow his gaze.

Thanos grins at you.

“We’re gonna get out of here with that money,” he says seriously. “And then I’m gonna take you out and spoil you to the ends of the earth, baby.”

And somehow, though it seems absurd, you decide to believe him.

★ NAM-GYU, player 124

Nam-gyu already knew, of course. He’s been holding it over your head for a while now, the knowledge that you have a crush on him. He teases you to the point where you still don’t quite know if he knows, but you’re starting to worry he’s found you out.

When you do finally tell him, sick of hiding it and sick of worrying whether he knows or not, he’s horribly smug.

“You have a crush on me?” Nam-gyu drawls, pointing to his chest with one hand, head tilted to the side and his voice dripping with sarcasm. His tone is borderline condescending. You try your best to be annoyed at him, but he’s hot when he’s teasing you.

You duck your head, embarrassed. “Yes,” you mumble, irritated at how much he can fluster you. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Nam-gyu laughs, though it surprises you how fond he sounds when he does. You’d expected smugness from him, prepared for it, even, but you’re not sure what to make of his gentle laugh. You’ve no time to think about it, because then he bends at the waist, ducking his head to meet your eyes.

You’re forced to look him in the face, your cheeks hot and your heart a riot.

“Like what?” He asks in a low voice, his eyes boring into yours. His gaze is so intense you’re surprised you don’t buckle at the knees. At your silence, Nam-gyu smirks from ear to ear. “Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. You think I didn’t already know?”

For some reason, butterflies explode in your gut at his words. It doesn’t help that he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you, a smirk pulling at his lips and his teeth poking through. You swallow.

“You knew?” You ask, despite yourself.

Nam-gyu grins, all Cheshire Cat-like. It’s an unfortunately pretty smile that just makes you fall for him deeper. Nam-gyu straightens up and shrugs.

“Maybe,” he muses. He runs a hand through his hair, studying you. “You were quite obvious about it, you know.”

The tips of your ears go red hot. You’re not sure if you should punch him in the face or grab him and kiss him. You’re still deciding between the two when Nam-gyu takes your hand in one of his, pushing his fingers against yours before slotting them together. You freeze.

Nam-gyu tugs you forward so your chest bumps his. He curves an arm around your waist. He’s so close you could kiss him.

“You’re lucky I like you, too,” he says, and then he winks at you.

You’re done for.

★ HWANG JUN-HO

Jun-ho is very attentive, and he’s grown to know you quite well as you’ve worked with him. He can tell you’ve got a crush on him — it’s glaringly obvious, but he won’t give you grief for it. He is planning to tell you he’s got feelings for you, but you end up beating him to it.

He’s anything but shocked.

“You like me,” he repeats back, more of a statement than a question.

You nod, unsure. “Yeah,” you say slowly, like you’re waiting for a bigger reaction from him.

Jun-ho just nods. He’s considering pretending he didn’t already know, but he’s a terrible actor and he doesn’t want to lie to you.

“Okay, honey,” he says. “Thanks for telling me.”

You just blink at him. You look equal parts nervous and shocked, like you weren’t expecting it to go like this at all. You rub at your neck with your hand.

“You’re not surprised?” You ask quietly.

Jun-ho wishes he was, so he didn’t have to embarrass you further. Then again, he doesn’t think you’ve got anything to be embarrassed about. He likes you, too, after all.

Jun-ho shakes his head. “No. I knew that already.”

You frown. “What? How’d you know?”

Jun-ho decides against telling you how obvious you’ve been.

“I’m good at reading people,” he says simply.

It must hit you then, that you’ve been no good at hiding your crush, because you duck your head and say, “Oh,” very quietly.

Jun-ho thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He decides to stop torturing you (he wasn’t doing it on purpose, but he supposes he could’ve handled your confession better), and clears his throat.

“Hey, look at me?”

You obey, lifting your eyes to his. Though he’s seen you flustered many times, he’s never seen you this shy. He’d like to touch your face, maybe push your hair out of your eyes for you, but he worries you’ll melt. Instead, he takes your hand in his. Your skin is soft under his touch.

“You know what’s funny?” He says, holding your gaze.

“What?” You ask, hope creeping into the edges of your voice.

Jun-ho smiles at you.

“I like you, as well,” he admits. He finds himself stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I could’ve saved you a lot of torture, hm?”

You look like you’re about to faint. Jun-ho waits until you’re a bit less flustered to ask you on a date. He can’t have you passing out on him.

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[allineedisonedream]

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First part

While Wally was traveling, he spotted Donna and Dick hunting for fish. As they were distracted, a net began to fall. Neither of them noticed until it was almost too late. In a blur, Wally darted toward them, grabbed their arms, and yanked them out of the way just as the net snapped shut.

Wally’s parents died in a storm. His Aunt Iris took him in afterward. She was an informant who traveled between pods, bringing news and stories from both humans and merfolk. She gave Wally a home, and together they wandered the seas. Later, Iris met Barry, a human scientist. They began courting, and once Wally was old enough, he started traveling alone, often returning to visit their pod. That’s also how he met Garth later in life.

Garth is a human boy (or is he?), born with unnatural-looking markings, which made him an Outcast in his village, he was taken in by a kind and respected fisherman named Arthur. After meeting Wally while fishing, they became fast friends, bonding over their curiosity about each other’s worlds.

Eventually, Wally introduced Donna and Dick to Garth. Dick wasn’t so sure, trusting a human felt impossible. But Donna and Wally, who had both grown up around humans and spoke their language, convinced him to give Garth a chance. Over time, Dick and Garth grew close and that’s also how Dick learned to speak the human language.

Roy had been struggling with his pod lately, trying to prove himself. He started patrolling more frequently and more aggressively. During one of these patrols, he spotted a human collecting shells near his territory and attacked without hesitation. But before his spear could strike, a mermaid blocked his path. It was Dick. A tense standoff followed. Garth retreated to his boat. Dick stood his ground.

It took time. Dick and Roy bonded over shared guilt and not feeling good enough for their pod. Roy eventually met the others, clicked with Donna immediately, and quickly found himself swept up in Wally’s energy. It took a little longer, but even he got used to having Garth as friend.

Slowly, they began to trust each other.

And what began with accidental encounters turned into something like friendship, loyalty… and maybe even a new found family.

(That’s pretty much as far as I’ve planned this AU in my head! I’m going to take a break from it for now, I’m not sure when/if I’ll draw more. (I have vague ideas for two more chapters, but well see). Thank you so much for all the love and interest, it really inspired me to keep drawing! 💛)

[thatonegrimm]

Hi grimm! I'm a sucker for opposites so can I get the saja boys x angel reader? Like full innocence, never hurt or be mean to anybody, and of course the wings.

Anon, are you haunting my brain and drafts??? Because I swear I’ve had this exact idea floating around (and like... several versions semi-written). 😭🪽 Opposites with a literal angel reader?? Yes. Absolutely. Here you go!

🌙Saja Boys x Angel!Reader

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu has studied celestial beings. Respected them. Feared them.

But he has never been held in the gaze of one who smiles at him like he’s not a mess of laws and failure.

You radiate calm. Grace. The kind of warmth that makes the soul ache. You offer your hand to injured creatures, whisper blessings under your breath, and greet strangers with small bows like you’re honored to meet them.

And you choose him?

Jinu’s entire sense of logic shatters.

“You deserve someone who shines like you,” he says once, eyes cast down. “Then maybe it’s a good thing you do,” you answer.

His heart physically stutters.

You once patched up a scratch near his pattens. When your fingertips brushed the edge of it, it glowed—not with corruption, but with acceptance.

“You’re not tainted,” you told him gently. “You’re transforming.”

He hasn’t stopped blushing since. (Or looking at you like you’re the last prayer he has left.)

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💪 Abby

The first time Abby saw you, he tried to stand behind you instinctively. Not to hide—just to protect.

Because you looked like something holy. Untouched. Good in a way the world didn’t deserve.

And then you offered him a cookie and complimented his smile and called him gentle—and he short-circuited.

He doesn’t know how to hold something like you without breaking it. He carries furniture and enemies like they weigh nothing, but your hand in his makes him move like you’re made of light.

“You don’t need to protect me all the time,” you say once, brushing soot from his shoulder. “I know,” he says. “I just… want to.”

He builds little wooden birdhouses for your winged friends. He brings you flower seeds and says “they made me think of you.” You give him glowing compliments like they’re casual, and he turns pink for ten minutes straight.

He’s used to being big. Strong. The one who takes up space.

But with you?

He’s careful. Loved. And learning how to be soft without feeling small.

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📚 Mystery

You touched the edge of his sleeve once and whispered, “You don’t scare me.”

He’s been haunted ever since.

Mystery doesn’t understand you. You shimmer like morning fog and move like you’ve never known fear. You talk to plants and write affirmations in chalk on cracked sidewalks. You sing without knowing it.

And you smile at him like his silence is sacred, not scary.

He’s terrified of what your wings will do when they brush his shadow. But you never hesitate. You step into his presence like it’s safe there.

“You think darkness erases goodness,” you say, one night under moonlight. “But you are proof that it doesn’t.”

That’s the first time he rests his head in your lap.

He starts leaving his books open to passages about angels. Not out of fear. But because he wants to understand you. To earn the peace you carry like second nature.

You once glowed when you kissed his temple. He hasn’t mentioned it.

But he’s kept every feather you’ve shed near him. Wrapped carefully in black ribbon. Like a talisman.

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💋 Romance

Romance drops to one knee the second he sees your wings.

You laugh—bright and warm—and help him up like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He flirts constantly. He calls you “my divine disaster,” “heaven’s softest secret,” and “God’s favorite problem.” And yet—when you call him “kind,” he forgets how to speak.

You compliment his voice and he tries to pretend it’s no big deal. But then you add, “It makes my heart feel steady,” and he physically has to sit down.

“I don’t know how to deserve you,” he admits once, voice raw. “You already do,” you whisper.

He starts brushing your wings with care. Braiding small charms into the feathers. Not for protection—he knows you don’t need it. But because he wants to adorn you with joy the way you adorn his life with peace.

When you defend him—calmly, fiercely—to someone who scoffs at his charm, he looks at you like you hung the stars.

“He’s not shallow,” you say. “He’s brave enough to love loudly in a world that fears softness.”

He has never loved anyone harder than he loves you in that moment.

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🔥 Baby

You're everything he doesn’t understand and everything he secretly wants.

You’re soft without weakness. Light without sharp edges. You glow when you’re happy. You hum when you make tea. You once bandaged his knuckles after a fight and whispered, “You don’t always have to fight to be strong.”

And he didn’t know what to do with that.

So he scowled.

And you smiled anyway.

“Why are you like this?” he asked, frustrated. “Because someone has to be,” you said gently. “And maybe I want it to be me.”

He keeps his distance for a while. Watches you from doorways. Pretends not to care when your feathers brush against his arm.

But when someone insults you—calls you naive—he nearly sets the pavement on fire.

You pull him back with a soft hand on his shoulder and a whisper:

“I don’t need saving.”

“…Yeah,” he says, eyes burning. “But you make me want to be worth saving.”

He won’t admit he’s proud of the feather you tied into his necklace.

But he hasn’t taken it off since.

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