#had a cry because I am Going Through It today

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

the first appointment rafes able to go to🥹🥹 the nurse knew you knew the gender but didn’t realize rafe doesn’t know so when she says it rafe feels all these crazy emotions about the pregnancy

our little girl - rafe cameron x pregnant!pogue!reader

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content: pregnancy check up, fluff, gender reveal,

word count: 829

You tried not to let the nerves show as you sat in the slightly uncomfortable chair of the OB-GYN’s office, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your sweater. The sterile smell of the clinic, the quiet hum of medical equipment, the faint sound of a baby crying somewhere in the hallway—it all felt so routine now. You had been here countless times already, had gone through every scan, every checkup, every little milestone without him. But today was different. Today, Rafe was here.

Even though you knew Rafe’s absence wasn’t his fault, it still stung—the loneliness, especially during a time like this, was hard to ignore. Pregnancy wasn’t something you could navigate alone, even when surrounded by people. But now, sitting next to him in the exam room, everything felt different. His knee bounced with quiet energy, his fingers gripping yours tightly, grounding you. He was here. Not just physically, but emotionally. Since he found out about the pregnancy, he’d stepped up in ways you hadn’t expected, becoming more mature, more present—more than you could have hoped for. He was trying, trying so hard to be the man you and your baby needed.

Rafe had been quiet on the drive over, uncharacteristically so, and now, as you glanced at him, you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his other hand clenched into a fist on his thigh. You nudged him gently. “Nervous?” He scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “No.” But then he sighed, squeezing your hand. “I mean… yeah, kinda. I don’t know what to expect.” You smiled softly. “It’s just a normal check-up. You’ll finally get to see them, though.” His lips twitched at that, a ghost of a smile passing over his face before it was gone. “Yeah.”

The door opened, and the nurse stepped in, her warm smile instantly putting you at ease. “Alright, how are we doing today?” she asked, flipping through your chart. “Good,” you answered as Rafe nodded beside you. “Excited, Dad?” she asked with a friendly grin, glancing at Rafe. He blinked at the title, as if it hadn’t quite sunk in before now. “Uh…yeah. Yeah, I am.”

The nurse chuckled knowingly before moving toward the ultrasound machine. “Well, let’s get a look at your little girl.” Your stomach dropped. Rafe’s entire body tensed beside you. His fingers tightened around yours almost painfully, and you didn’t even have to look at him to know he was staring at you, his chest rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths.

The nurse must’ve noticed the shift in the air because she glanced up, confused. “Oh—wait…did I—?” You swallowed hard, finally turning to look at him. His face was unreadable, eyes locked on you, lips parted slightly. He was stunned. “Rafe…” you started softly, guilt swelling in your chest. “You knew?” His voice was quiet, almost hoarse. Your heart clenched. “I—” You sighed. “I only found out last week. I didn’t—” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and for a moment, you thought he was upset. But then he exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face as he let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh.

A girl, he murmured, like he was testing the words on his tongue. The nurse gave you both a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize he didn’t know—” “It’s okay,” you reassured her quickly before looking back at Rafe. His eyes were still distant, unfocused, like he was trying to process everything all at once. “You’re having a daughter,” you said gently, squeezing his hand. Something shifted in his expression then. His brows furrowed slightly, his lips pressed together, and when his eyes finally met yours, they were glassy. Overwhelmed.

A daughter.

You could see the realization hitting him all at once—the gravity of it, the weight of the responsibility, the fact that this pregnancy wasn’t just some abstract idea anymore. It was real. She was real. Rafe inhaled sharply, nodding slowly. “Okay.” His voice was thick, uneven. “Okay.” And then, for the first time in months, you saw it—the pure, unfiltered emotion in his eyes, the raw vulnerability he rarely let himself show. It made your own throat tighten. The nurse gave you both a moment before she cleared her throat gently. “Do you still want to see her?”

Rafe nodded immediately. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” As the nurse prepped the machine, Rafe turned to you, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushed over your skin. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. You could see everything written all over his face—the awe, the fear, the love.

And when the screen flickered to life, when the grainy black-and-white image of your daughter appeared, Rafe let out a quiet, shaky breath.

“There she is,” the nurse murmured.

Rafe’s grip on your hand tightened.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered.

And for the first time since this pregnancy started, you knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that he was all in.

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[monopersona]

Slip of the Tongue

"Let me take care of you." They had already crossed so many lines, touched each other in ways that were so intimate and so far away from modest, but this felt completely different somehow. This wasn’t wandering hands and kisses and whispered confessions in the dark. This was him seeing her in a moment of complete vulnerability. But Sylus—calm, steady Sylus—only met her eyes with patience that felt so easy, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. And then the words just slip out of her mouth. The one where she accidentally says I love you.

Sylus x MC (Lili). Fluff, mild emotional h/c, Sylus taking care of his stubborn injured girlfriend because he really loves her or whatever. 2224 words. A/N: Hello! I am back with another Sylus fic. Not going to lie, this one took a few rewrites. The emotional aspect from MC/Lili's part felt more challenging for me to explore now that I'm just dipping my toes back into writing after a while. But that's why we practice, right? Hope you enjoy this one!

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It had been a long day. A skirmish with wanderers near the N109 Zone had left Lili sore and exhausted. To make matters worse, she’d sprained her ankle so severely that she was now confined to a walking boot for the next two weeks. The doctor had excused her from work, too, which only added to her frustration. She hated being sidelined. It made her feel useless. 

By the time she stumbled through her apartment door, all she wanted was to collapse and forget the day had ever happened. She plopped onto her couch, not bothering to do anything else. Her stomach grumbled in protest, but the thought of cooking seemed unbearable after today’s ordeal. She decided she could hold off until morning—at least until she woke up and felt any better.

It was eight at night when the doorbell rang and jolted her awake. Lili groaned, her body protesting as she slowly sat up. She was groggy, starving, and still in pain. Perhaps delaying food hadn’t been the best idea after all. Still, she needed to get to the door because whoever was out front rang the bell again.

“One minute,” she called out, wincing as she limped her way to the door. 

“Hello, sweetie.”

Of course, it was Sylus. Dressed in his biker jacket over a black shirt and jeans, looking effortlessly charming. And of course, he was holding a bag from her favorite restaurant—the very one she’d been craving all week but hadn’t had the time nor energy to visit.

Lili could feel her heart skip a beat, but she was too tired to muster more than a weak smile and a meek, “Hi.” 

Sylus’s sharp eyes scanned her from head to toe, taking in her disheveled appearance, the walking boot, and obvious signs of fatigue. Without waiting for an invitation, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

“A little birdie told me you got injured,” he said, his tone light but laced with concern as he made his way to the kitchen counter. “I had to see for myself because someone hasn’t been answering my calls or texts.” 

Though his words were teasing, Lili felt guilt gnawing at her. “I’m sorry, Sylus. I came home and passed out on the couch. I didn’t even hear my phone.” 

Sylus hummed in acknowledgment, his smile softening as he pulled out containers of soup from the bag. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not here to chastise you. I was worried, but I get it—you’re exhausted. Let me take care of you. Sit down.” 

Lili opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a finger. “No arguments. Sit. Rest.”

She hesitated, her pride in active battle with her need for comfort right now because all she wanted to do was curl under a blanket and cry, but even doing that would be too much of a chore right now. “I can handle myself, you know,” she said, though her voice lacked its usual conviction. Sylus raised an eyebrow at her as he transferred the soup into a bowl.

“Of course you can,” Sylus said smoothly, carrying the bowl of soup to her along with a spoon. It was still steaming hot, much to Lili’s delight. “But I’m here, and I’d like to do it for you. Humor me.” When he finally joined her, he held a spoonful of the soup to her lips. 

Lili couldn’t help but squint at him. “You do know it’s my ankle that’s injured and not my arms, right?” 

“I can definitely see that.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “So you just like feeding people?”

“I like taking care of you.” 

Lili’s breath caught. The way he said it—so matter-of-factly, without hesitation—left her with a fleeting feeling she can’t really describe, but it’s one she has felt many times under his gaze. She wanted to resist. She wanted to insist she didn’t need doting on, but truthfully, she was too drained to fight him on it. So she rolled her eyes but complied, letting him feed her. The soup was warm and comforting, and she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered between sips. 

“So you tell me often. Yet here you are, letting me feed you,” he shot back, grinning. She couldn’t argue with that. 

Sylus fed her spoonfuls of soup, teasing her when she tried to insist she could hold the spoon herself every now and then.

Once Lili had finished the soup, Sylus set the empty bowl aside and turned his attention back to her. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Lili blinked. "What?"

He stood up, offering his hand. "You’ve been knocked out all day, and you probably feel dirty. I’ll help you bathe and change into fresh clothes."

Heat flooded up Lili’s face again. “I can manage, you know!”

"I know you can. But it’s easier with help and you’re exhausted.” 

“It's... weird." 

Lili hesitated. The proposal felt entirely embarrassing, but there is also the undeniable truth that she really did feel gross. Still, the idea of Sylus helping her bathe made her stomach twist with nervousness. Lili had never been shy with Sylus for the most part. They had already crossed so many lines, touched each other in ways that were so intimate and so far away from modest, but this felt completely different somehow. This wasn’t wandering hands and kisses and whispered confessions in the dark. This was him seeing her in a moment of complete vulnerability, stripped down not just physically but emotionally, too. Maybe that was why she hesitated. But Sylus—calm, steady Sylus—only met her eyes with patience that felt so easy, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he stated, and that should’ve made it easier. It didn’t. If anything, it made her feel more exposed. Because this wasn’t about what he would see, this was about how she felt.

Lili’s eyes widened and she swatted his arm lightly. “Sylus!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. “I’ll be a gentleman and I won’t force you into anything you don’t want to do, but just know I’m here to help if you want it.” That also didn’t make it less embarrassing, but she knew she needed to get this over with anyway. So she finally decided to let him help her to the bathroom.

True to his word, Sylus was gentle and efficient. He helped her take off her walking boot and undress with ease; never lingering too long, never making her feel anything less than safe. His touch was steady and firm where it needed to be as he guided her into the warm water. Lili’s face burned the entire time, but Sylus remained unfazed, even playfully flicking water at her when she got too quiet.

"You’re overthinking again," he mused, rinsing out the last bits of shampoo from her hair.

"Am not," she mumbled.

"You scrunch your nose when you do. It’s cute."

Lili groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Sylus, please." She wished she could just drown in the water right now and teleport to another room. 

"Alright, alright, I’ll behave," he teased, helping her out and wrapping her in a fluffy towel. Once she was dried off, he put on her walking boot and handed her a fresh set of clothes before turning around while she changed.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, dressed and feeling almost human again, Sylus looked her over with a satisfied nod. "Much better. Now, let's get you comfortable in bed.”

Sylus made her a cup of tea, fluffed the pillows behind her, and draped a blanket over her legs. He even propped her injured ankle on a cushion, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible. 

“You don’t have to do all this."

“I know,” Sylus replied, sitting beside her. “But I want to. You’d do the same for me.” 

Lili swallowed. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She wanted to argue, to push him away with some dry remark about not needing a babysitter or distract herself with some back and forth banter. But the truth was, she didn’t want him to leave her side.

She was used to handling things alone. Taking care of herself, picking herself up when she fell, gritting through pain until it dulled into something she could manage. She was strong—she had to be. Especially after her grandmother died. But having Sylus here with nothing but warmth in his eyes and gentleness in his touch, that strength wavered. Not in a way that made her feel weak, but in a way that made her realize she didn’t have to carry everything alone.

It was strange, this feeling. Allowing herself to be cared for, knowing she was safe enough to let her guard down. But it wasn’t bad. In fact, it felt good. Comfortable. Like something she had been denying herself for far too long. She finally exhaled, letting the tension in her shoulders loosen. She will accept this. She will choose to lean on him.

They spent the next few hours talking—about her injury, his day, and everything in between. At some point, they went on to play a few competitive rounds of kitty cards, with Lili coming out as the champion each time. 

By the time midnight rolled around, Sylus knew he had to head home. Lili insisted on seeing him to the door despite his protests. 

“You should be resting.”

“I’ve been resting all night, thanks to you,” she replied, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ll be fine. Besides, someone has to lock the door.” 

They stood there, the air between them charged. Lili crossed her arms loosely over her chest, a soft smile playing on her lips. Meanwhile, Sylus lingered, a hand in his pocket as the other held on to the jacket he took off hours ago. She knew he was reluctant to go. She didn’t want him to go, either. But she didn't know how to say it.

“Thank you for tonight,” Lili said. “I had a great time.” 

“Me too,” Sylus replied, his eyes holding hers. “I’ll see you soon?” 

Lili nodded, her smile widening. “Definitely.” There was a pause, the kind that felt heavy with words left unsaid. 

“Good night, Lili.”

“Good night, Sylus.”

He turned to leave, and that’s when it happened. 

“I love you,” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. 

For a split second, time seemed to freeze. Sylus stopped in his tracks, his back still to her, and Lili’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what she’d just said. “Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, the mortification that had melted away hours ago coming back in full force again. Without another word, she slammed the door shut, leaning against it as her heart raced too much for her liking. What did I just do? she thought, pressing her hands to her face. Why did I say that?!

Outside, Sylus stood frozen. I love you. His mind replayed her words over and over. A small smile spread across his face. He had known for a long time that he loved her—had known it since the first moment he saw her, even when she’d hated him. He knew it in the way his chest tightened when she smiled, in the way he found himself thinking about her even when she wasn’t around. He had just been waiting for her to be ready. And now, it seemed that she was. Even if she only realized it at this very moment.

Without thinking, he turned back to the door and knocked knowing well that she was still behind the door. Lili’s heart nearly stopped at the sound. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Maybe if I just pretend I’m not here…

The knock was heard again, more insistent this time. With a groan, Lili opened the door just a crack, her face peeking out the tiniest bit as she kept her gaze downward. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “Yes?” she said, her voice higher-pitched than usual. 

Sylus didn’t say a word. He simply pushed the door open gently, stepped inside, and cupped her face in his hands. Before she could protest, he captures her lips in a kiss. He poured his heart into it—into her. Deeply. Passionately. Lovingly. He would leave no room for doubt. 

Lili’s mind went blank, her hands instinctively gripping the front of his shirt as she kissed him back with the same fiery intensity. When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless. 

“I love you, too,” Sylus said, his voice rough but steady. 

Lili blinked up at him, so relieved but also still in shock. “You… you do?” 

He nodded, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “I do. I always have. Have I ever made you feel otherwise?” 

A slow smile spread across her face, the embarrassment finally melting away once again. “Well, no.” 

Sylus chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.” 

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other, before Sylus spoke again. “I’m staying here tonight, if you don’t mind.” 

Lili looked at him with the softest of smiles. “I don’t mind at all.” A/N: I hope you enjoyed this fic and are having a great day/night! Please feel free to let me know what you thought of the fic. I'd love any constructive feedback!

[kawoala]

❦︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 . . .

An apple pie. A quiver embroidered with golden thread. A stranger. A royal blue gown.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ : adoptive dad shouta aizawa. reader wields a bow. mention of past trauma unconsciousness. profanity. dragon shifter! kiri. word count -> 4.2k.

“Y/n! Breakfast!”

You blink your eyes open, gaze falling on the beige ceiling of your bedroom. The room is filled with light, filtered by the sheer curtains that hang at your windows. Your head lolls to the side lazily, scanning your room quickly. Your bow sits in the corner, propped against the way. There are notebooks and stray papers scattered across your desk. Clothes trail across your floor, stripped off and forgotten the night before.

Suddenly, a smile stretches across your face as you remember today is your nineteenth birthday. You sit up straight, kicking your blanket off of your legs, and scramble to the door. A sweet smell invades your nostrils; you let your eyes close for a moment and just relish in it.

You school your expression, not wanting to seem too excited, and open the door. The house is lively, even this early in the morning. Upon walking into the kitchen, you see Eri standing at the oven, bent over, as though looking at something. Shouta and Nemuri, one of his closest friend, sit at the kitchen table, mumbling about something to each other. Hitoshi is nowhere to be found. It makes you frown a bit, nothing he’s not here. While he was indifferent towards you in the beginning, your friendship had bloomed and you genuinely regarded him as a brother. Same for Eri.

“Good morning, everyone,” you greet lazily, walking to the counter and grabbing a green apple. You bite into it and the juices drip down your chin immediately. Pride swells in your chest—this apple came from the tree you planted. You turn to Eri, still chewing, and hum. “Whatcha makin’?”

She glances back at you, brows pinched together in determination. “Apple pie. For your birthday.” She huffs out a breath and smiles. “Happy birthday, by the way. I can’t believe you’re already eighteen.”

You smile, snickering as you pull her into a hug. You kiss her hairline, then shake your head. “You sound like my mom.” Her smile falters almost imperceptibly and you know by the look in her eyes that she feels bad. Because she never knew her mother, she often gets melancholic when you or Hitoshi bring up your parents. You ruffle her hair and sigh. “Thanks, kid.”

Before she can apologize, you turn to the table, taking another bite of the apple. Nemuri and Shouta have stopped talking, both of their eyes on you. You pause and glance to the side awkwardly. “What, so I have something on my face?”

“The big eighteen, huh?” Nemuri muses, a smile playing at her lips. “You’re getting old there, kiddo. Gonna be able to go into taverns without transforming yourself soon.” She fakes a sniffle and wipes at a nonexistent tear. “Enough to make a grown woman cry.”

You roll your eyes, plopping down on a chair and pulling one leg up. Your attention shifts to Shouta, who’s staring at you with a fond smile.

“I remember when we first brought you here.”

Eri lets out a dramatic groan, turning and leaning against the counter. “Here we go again; old man getting sappy.”

Unperturbed, he continues. “You were so small, so scared.” He pauses, adjusting the glasses on his nose. “Y/n, I am very proud of the woman you’ve become. Not a day goes by where I don’t think that.”

You blink at him a couple times, tears stinging at the backs of your eyes. You laugh, and look away from him, feeling your face heat up. “Thanks, dad,” you mumble, running a hand through your hair. “I’m real glad you and ‘Toshi didn’t leave me there that day.”

“I got you a gift,” he says, arm disappearing under the table and reappearing holding a quiver full of arrows. “It’s from both Nemuri and I. She embroidered the quiver, I got the arrows. From the store you like, of course. No need to steal new arrows for a while.”

Genuine awe falls over you as he hands you the quiver. It’s a suede fabric, embroidered by a gold thread that wraps around the top in swirls, then down the seam. Your name is threaded down the side, followed by a small depiction of the crest of the Sozubian clan. You haven’t seen the crest in years, the sight of it breaks the dam and finally the tears spill. You look at Shouta, then at Nemuri, and smile gratefully. You stand from your chair, first hugging Nemuri, then rushing to Shouta to hug him. Strong arms wrap around you, a soft chuckle in your ear. You pull away and examine the quiver once more, running the pads of your fingers over the raised thread of the crest.

You sniffle and turn to them. “Thank you so much. This means the world to me, you two. Seriously.” You wipe at your tears with the back of your hand, letting out a wet laugh. “Where did you find the crest?” You ask Nemuri. “I haven’t been able to find anything on my clan.”

“I have a friend who works in the castle library,” she explains with an excited smile. “I could ask about any books on your clan, see if he could get them to me?”

Again, you hug her. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”

Suddenly, the door is kicked open. Hitoshi walks in, hands full, and stops to stare. “No, that’s fine, I don’t need any help. Thanks for the offer guys.” He kicks the door shut and sets the basket down on the table, regarding you with a small smile. “Happy birthday, idiot. I brought you something.”

You hum, trying to peek into the basket. “I see that.” You reach out to lift the sheet that covers it, but he sways your hand. “Ow! What the hell? You can’t smack me; it’s my birthday.”

“You can’t open it yet. Be patient.” He rolls his eyes, turning around to greet Eri with a hug. “Hey, squirt. Did you get taller? I feel like you got taller.”

She swats his hands away from her hair, smoothing it out. “You know I didn’t,” she groans, sitting down at the table, chin in hand. “I hate when you tease me about that. Elves are supposed to be tall. Slender and regal and beautiful. I’m not even as tall as Y/n and she’s a girl.”

“You are beautiful,” you bemoan, taking the seat at the head of the table. “And regal and slender. Just because you're short doesn’t make you any less so.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waves her hand vaguely, turning to stare out the window.

Hitoshi takes a seat beside Nemuri, sitting across from Shouta. He claps his hands together and looks around. “So, what are the plans today? A day in town? Shopping at the marts until we drop?”

You look around, gauging the reactions of the others, before shrugging. Eri hums dismissively and you can tell she’s lost in thought. She often does that, checks out of the conversation. You wonder what she’s thinking about.

“I have business with the queen today,” Nemuri sighs, shoulders slumping. “She wants to surprise the princess with a new dress. Another dress. No doubt this one will be satin and pink and frilly, like all the others.”

Your mind wanders now, thinking of the castle. Nemuri works as a seamstress for the royal family, hand-making every article of clothing they wear. You would be jealous, but you’ve heard that the princess is quite the enigma. Nothing like a princess, really. Mean and unfair, disrespectful with her words, often cursing and talking down to others. Distantly, you think about Shouta’s work as an apothecary. While he doesn’t work for the royal family like Nemuri, people have traveled from all over the world to be healed by him; his name is very well-known throughout the continent.

“I was thinking of going to the pond today,” Eri says, voice airy and distant. She turns her attention to you and raises her brows. “Do you want to join me? You can bring your bow, if you want.”

Eri doesn’t like weapons. That was evident to you as early as three days into staying with them. She thinks they’re pointless; why use weapons when magic is at your fingertips?

“Okay, sure.” You nod, smiling softly.

Nemuri departs, hugging Shouta and Hitoshi, pressing a kiss to the top of Eri’s head. She stops at you, a wide grin on her face. It seems like she never stops smiling. She pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing. “I’m proud of you too, kiddo,” she mumbles in your ear, loud enough for only you to hear. “You’re quite the woman.”

Eventually, Hitoshi leaves too, mumbling about a meeting with a bard in the town square. You’re not sure what exactly Hitoshi does for work, but the thought of him meeting a bard only makes you more confused. He pulls you into a side hug and sighs heavily. “I feel like an old man,” he admits, staring down at you. “Happy birthday, Y/n. You can open your gift when I leave, alright?”

As he turns his back, you roll your eyes. You take the basket into your room, discarding it onto your desk with the decision to open it after you get back from the pond. You pull your boots on, lacing them tight, then throw on a clean shirt, tucking your necklace underneath it.

You kiss Shouta on the cheek, then watch Eri do the same, and then yell your goodbye as you walk out the door, bow and quiver on your back. Eri holds a basket in her arms, filled with what you can only assume is lunch.

The walk to the pond isn’t far, just down the stone path and onto the forest path. You and Eri talk about arbitrary topics; her dream last night, an orcan boy she met in the square last week, the storm that the oracle predicted to come tonight. It’s nice, even if it is familiar. There are days when you feel as if you cannot get out of bed, that the memory of your parents' faces weigh you down. On those days, Eri is the one who gets you up. With large smiles and rambles about different things.

“Y/n.” A call of your name makes you flinch, having been caught up in your own thoughts for a moment. You look at Eri, who has now stopped in her tracks, eyes wide. “Look.” She nods her head towards something and you follow her gaze.

In the tall grass just in front of you, surrounded by yellow flowers, lays a head of blonde hair, matted to his forehead with blood. A pelt rests over his shoulders, covering only a bit of skin. His face is completely relaxed, eyes shut and lips parted slightly. On his torso, there is more blood. Too much to see where he’s truly wounded. His pants hang low on his hips, also stained with blood.

You know what he is almost immediately. The necklace that lays around his neck is familiar to you, glimmering in the light of the sun. A shiver runs down your spine, residual anger brewing a pit in your stomach. You reach for your bow, nock an arrow, and draw back until your fingers brush your cheekbone.

“Y/n!” Eri exclaims, stepping in front of you, hands out. “What are you doing?” Her face is pulled into one of pure concern. Carefully, you point the arrow down, away from her. “You can’t shoot an unconscious man! He needs our help.”

“He’s a barbarian.” Your voice is steady, jaw set as you speak.

Her face falls, glancing back at the man. “H- how could you know that? He could just be a traveler.”

“A traveler with a dragon talon around his neck?” You hiss, eyes narrowing. You sigh through your nose, shaking your head, and place the arrow back into the quiver, putting your bow back around your neck. “I won’t shoot him, for your sake. But we aren’t helping him.”

She frowns, glancing back and forth between you and the blonde man. “But . . .” she trails off, voice getting quiet. “Dad would want us to help him. He doesn’t discriminate, why should we? He may be a barbarian, but he hasn’t done anything yet, right? He looks too young to have . . .”

She looks away from you, trailing off, and you know what she’s going to say. He looks too young to have participated in the genocide of your clan. Your nostrils flare. You’re not mad at Eri, you never have been, but this whole situation is one that you would never wish upon anyone else.

Silently—hesitantly—she kneels beside him, Her hands hover over him for a moment before she sighs. “He’s too injured for me to heal him myself. He’s bleeding inside. He won’t survive much longer.”

“Good,” you grit out. “Let’s go. We’ll move his body out of the path tomorrow, when he’s no longer breathing.”

She sends you a glare. “I’m not leaving him here. I know that you have a bad history with barbarians-”

“A bad history?” You repeat incredulously. You take a step towards her, eyes narrowing. “They killed my entire clan, Eri. Every single one of them. Children, mothers, my elders. That isn’t a bad history; it deserves death. Death to all of the barbarians.”

“And how does that make you different from them?” She challenges, now standing straight. “Death to them all. How does that make you better than them?”

Her questions silences you. Your mouth clamps shut, teeth grinding as you clench your jaw. Your chest heaves, frustration bubbling up in your throat. She’s right, you think. Wishing death upon them, holding this rage—it makes you exactly like them. The breeze picks up, blowing her hair in the breeze, and you an ebbing of pride pokes at your chest. She’s grown into herself, more brave and strong headed than ever.

With a resigned, strained sigh, your shoulders slump. “We’ll take him home, then. We will restrain him, but . . .” you trail off, shrugging. “We’ll let Shouta heal him.”

A small smile flashes across her face, and she nods. Carrying him home is no small feat for the two of you. While you have grown strong during the last seven years, it is quite difficult to carry a man of such mass. You’re not careful by any means, jostling him around and nearly dropping him more than once. Sweat beads down your temple, down your back, but you keep up with Eri, a bit intimidated by the determination written on her face.

When you arrive, Shouta is outside, tending to flowers. “Who the hell is that?” He asks ungracefully, hands on his hips. As you get closer, his face falls. “A-”

“Barbarian,” you finish for him. You and Eri continue past him, kicking open the door, and dropping him on the table. Shouta follows you in, brows furrowed. “He’s injured. Eri couldn’t heal him. Where did you put the rope?”

“I’ll get it,” Eri volunteers, walking out the back door.

You sit down at one of the chairs, eyes focused on the large man in front of you. Tentatively, Shouta sits as well. It’s quiet for a moment before Shouta clears his throat. You don’t budge.

“This is . . .” he’s obviously unsure of what to say, words escaping him. “You want to help him?”

You scoff, as close to a laugh that it can get. “No. Eri wouldn’t let me leave him to die. She said I shouldn’t hold a grudge against him because he looks too young to have been there the night of . . . The fall of the Sozubian’s.” You cross your arms over your chest and slump in the chair.

Eri comes back in, shoes clicking against the floor, opening hand. She helps you restrain him, and then looks to Shouta. “Can you help him? Is he too far gone?”

He purses his lips, glancing at you quickly before nodding. “He will be in pain, but I can heal him.”

The telltale sign of healing starts, his eyes starting to glow a carmine, his hair lifting, and you stand, chair screeching as it slides back. You leave for your bedroom without another word, slamming the door behind you. You pace around for a moment—there’s a barbarian in your kitchen and Shouta is healing him. You finally stop, choosing to sit on the edge of your bed, and stare at the ground. There’s a fucking barbarian in your kitchen, and Shouta is healing his wounds, bringing him back to health. A sour laugh leaves your mouth. Your mother, were she alive, would be livid.

The night drags on, and you stay cooped up in your bedroom, blanket pulled up to your chin. Your eyes fall to the basket from Hitoshi and you sit up slowly. Upon opening it, you gasp. A gown sits folded neatly, royal blue and shiny. You hold it up in front of you and your heart beats against your chest. You don’t know where you're meant to wear it, but Gods is it beautiful. It must have cost him a fortune. Without another second of hesitation, you strip your clothes off and begin to dress yourself in the gown. It fits you perfectly, hugging the dips and curves of your body, accentuating your most lovely parts. You stare at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the fabric, lifting the skirt out to the side. You don’t mean to be vain, but you truly look beautiful. It’s a vast difference to the way you usually dress—in large shirts and stained trousers. You start to turn, wanting to admire the back of the dress as well, but there’s a crashing sound outside your door and then a shout from an unfamiliar voice.

With no time to change back, you run to the kitchen, where you assume the noise came from, and pause coming upon the scene. The barbarian, now awake, struggles in his binds on the table, seemingly shaking the whole house. Eri stands in a corner, kitchen knife dangling at her side. There’s a look on her face that you quickly recognize as fear. Shouta stands at the side of the table, a tired look on his face. He’s tired of dealing with cranky younglings, you presume.

“Let me go, you fucking freaks!” The barbarian demands, his voice raspy and deeper than you had expected. “Do you know who I am? I will destroy you!”

Typical of a barbarian to turn to murder when presented in a situation like this. Shouta pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy sigh. Eri’s eyes flit to you and the fear disappears for a second.

“Oh, you look beautiful in that gown, Y/n,” she says softly, tilting her head and smiling. “Is that Hitoshi’s gift?”

You ignore her question, walking to the end of the table, staring at the barbarians face. It’s no longer muddled by blood, an angry scowl painted on. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s quite handsome. His eyes land on you and, almost imperceptibly, his scowl falters.

“Again, we are not going to hurt you,” Shouta drawls, crossing his arms. “You were dying, I healed you. The only reason you are restrained is because we know you are a barbarian. We can provide you with a meal and bed, but tomorrow you must leave.”

“What?” You blurt out, snapping your head to Shouta. “No, we will not provide him with a meal and bed. What if he kills us in our sleep?” You look at the blond and narrow your eyes. “You’ll leave tonight.”

“Gladly,” he sneers. “I don’t need your charity.” His gaze falls to your gown, residing on your breasts for longer than you like. “What did you do with my dragon?”

“Dragon?” Eri guffaws, lurching forward.

As if on cue, there’s a knock on the door. All three of you freeze, sending worried glances to each other. Shouta clears his throat and brushes past you, hand hesitating on the doorknob before he opens it. Before him stands an oaf of a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, pure muscle. Horn sit atop his head, a deep red and pointed at the end. Under his vest, scales cover his shoulders. There’s a smile on his face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth.

“Hey, there!” He says cheerily. “I’m Kirishima. I followed my master's scent here. We got separated during our travels and I was wondering if you saw him pass through here.” He blinks at Shouta, waiting for him to answer, but gasps when his eyes land on the barbarian on the table. “Katsuki!” He pushes past Shouta, making him stumble, and makes it to the table in two long strides. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I was smelling you and blood and I was really worried!”

The barbarian—Katsuki—scoffs, shifting until he’s sitting in an upright position. “Worried about me? You’re an idiot. No one can kill me that easily.”

For a moment, you think the dragon shifter—Kirishima—is going to untie him. Fear and rage swirl together in your stomach, eyes flitting to Eri, who’s the closest to the pair. However, Kirishima looks around the room, staring at each of you.

Finally, he turns to Shouta and smiles. “Sorry I shoved you,” he says, bowing his head slightly. “You’re the one that healed him; I can smell your magic. Thank you.”

“They kidnapped me,” Katsuki corrects bluntly. “And tied me up. Don’t thank them.”

Your brows pinch together. “Kidnapped you?” You repeat, taking a step forward. He squares his shoulders, but you don’t back down. “We saved your life. Be grateful I didn’t leave you by that pond to rot.”

Before he can retort, Kirishima laughs. “And we are. Grateful, I mean. You did us a great favor. How can we repay you?”

You glance at Shouta, who still has a look of shock on his face. Katsuki makes a grunting sound, presumably disagreeing with Kirishima’s plan to repay Shouta. You bite the inside of your cheek, swallowing your harsh words and straightening your posture.

“There’s no need.”

“Y/n-”

“There’s no need,” you repeat sternly, cutting Eri off. “We are kind people.” You shoot a pointed glare at Katsuki and roll your shoulders back. “Repay us by leaving and never coming back.”

The two men exchange an unreadable glance. Kirishima silently unties Katsuki and the blonde flexes his hands, rolling his wrists. They exit the house with a mumble of a thanks from Kirishima. Through the open window of the kitchen, arguing can be heard.

“What took you so long, shittyscales? They could have killed me.”

“You were twenty miles away, Kats. And it was windy; your scent was all over the place. Plus, they seemed like nice people. They healed you.”

“Yeah and they did a shitty job. My ribs are killing me.”

“Katsuki, don’t be mean! You probably had broken ribs.”

“Whatever. We need to go, we’re already late.”

“We wouldn’t be late if you hadn’t pissed those orcs off.”

“I will put you to the market if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“You’re so mean.”

There’s a large gust of wind that shakes the house and Eri’s eyes widen. She’s been staring out the window, watching them. “Y/n,” she whispers, swatting her hand at you. “Come look.”

You hurry to the window and your jaw drops. There is no longer a red-headed man standing outside, but rather a humongous dragon, wings as large as windmill blades, claws longer than a large wheelbarrow, teeth sharper than ever before. You’ve never seen one so close before—in fact, this is only your second time ever seeing one. It’s . . . beautiful. He exhales, smoke exiting from his nostrils. Katsuki glances at the house, meeting your eyes, a smug smile on his face. He climbs up the dragon with ease, disappearing in a sea of red scales. His wings extend and he shakes them a couple times before they start to flap. A strong wind hits the house, shaking it once again. He starts slow, lethargic, and then he lifts off into the sky, quickly flying off.

You and Eri stare at them for a long moment, until only the night sky is visible. Eventually, Eri sighs. “That was . . .”

“Wreckless,” you say, stepping back and crossing your arms. “Shifting so close to the house. What if he had knocked it down? We’d be homeless and he’d fly away without a care.”

Eri frowns, and you almost feel bad. You shift your attention to Shouta, who looks more tired than ever. “That was very taxing.” He sits down at the table and slumps down. “His injuries were very very bad. For a moment, I didn’t think I’d be able to heal him.”

“What do you think happened to him?”

“He and his friends were talking about orcs. I wasn’t aware that orcs dwindled so close to the kingdom.”

You hum, a distant feeling in your mind. That night, when drowsiness begins to weigh you down and you can no longer stand to be awake, you dream of dragons. Though, instead of screams filling your ears, the sounds of bubbles popping and children laughing replaces it.

[tleeaves]

I'm really bad at law school 🧍‍♀️

[cranberrymoons]

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[werewolfdog]

Wild that one day you can just look at a coworker who you're well connected with and realize you can really see them as your parental figure

[truethes]

do you think ... the iudex knows how beautiful he is.

[myfriendtheghost]

goodnight my beautiful lil dork

[whenthegoldrays]

Hmm

[fragglerockopinions]

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[stunie]

i just WOKE UP !!?????!!!!!!

2024.07.15 — dinner date with Ume. ♡

(hands up if you know where the reference photo’s froooommmmm!!!! >:3 aju nice.)

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Soft yan clan leader has me soo🫠 imagine the horror if he were to argue with his beloved wife or try to deny her something and she looks like she's about to cry or the grovel if he pissed her off and she ignored him ahhh i neeeed himmm

Oh my... the ideas in my head... 😶‍🌫️

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife! Reader

warnings(?): slight angst, very cheesy/romantic, emotions

note: it's written from his perspective:)

"I refuse." his tone was strict, reminiscent of a dull dagger that someone forgot to sharpen. That's what you did to him; you took his bite away.

Sighing he massaged his temples.

"I don't want my wife roaming around the streets ever again without my explicit knowledge." his fingers curled until his knuckles whitened.

"Do you have any idea of the sheer number of ill-intending people out on streets at nighttime? My love what if danger befell you while I wasn't there to shield you? What if some sick bastard—."

"Husband. Did I hurt you so?" your bottom lip trembled, shame glistened in the corners of your eyes; those beautiful eyes that he wanted to bind with silk so that no one else could admire them.

"My love I just worry—"

"I didn't want to cause you to worry." now you started sniffling and he could audibly hear his heart shatter. "I just missed my hometown so much and— I forgot myself. I am sorry." you muttered. He could detect the insecurity creep into your wavering tone; he was losing you again to the demons in your pretty head.

"I won't ever cause you trouble again, husband."

"My love that isn't what I—"

"Goodnight." you spun on your heel, adamant on slipping through his fingers like sand before he could even raise his voice in protest, demanding you to stay. If you just knew that he didn't blame you for getting carried away by the memories of your childhood, longing for a time much more innocent nor that he found you troublesome—he only wanted you safe and snug under his wing, why couldn't you understand?

But he wouldn't have that. No more. He would never tire of chasing you—but he couldn't bear the sight of your backside any longer.

"Love," his breath tickled the shell of your ear, on hand splayed across your waist, the other wrapped around your jaw, "don't run away. At least not today. I apologise, so much, for your husband's inability to make you understand just how much he loves you."

He sighed again, pressing a kiss to your earlobe, over the dangling diamond that had once belonged to his mother.

"Please don't think you're troubling me. I only worry because wherever you go you take my soul with you. And a man can't survive without that, now can he?" he drew you further in, engulfed you in his embrace, letting the darkness of the night be the only observer of the intimacy between the two of you.

"My love." he breathed.

"My love," he repeated,"I love you, please stop believing otherwise. I beg you of you. Please love me too." there was clear frustration in his tone, silent suffering that would only rarely slip through the cracks of his usual mask yet with you; he discarded that very facade alltogether.

The room was cloaked in darkness like so many other nights, yet this night felt colder, icy even. He was desperate to reach through to you. Slowly, the words he would always spit out felt repetitive; too artificial for his liking and he feared you would perhaps never believe in them.

"My love please—"

You kissed him.

He had searched for heaven before he met you, but now he found it between your lips. In the way you hugged him not with your arms but with your mouth, glossy gaze a split open, gazing at him as if you had finally, finally, accepted the truth.

It was mind-numbingly sweet; it didn't last very long, your tongue only shyly prodded at his bottom lip before you tried fleeting back like a startled deer, eyes everywhere but on him. Still, he held you in his arms refusing to let you escape—because now that he finally had a taste of heaven, he would never let you out of his embrace.

"I love you." he uttered. And now, even as you didn't reply, only looking away bashfully in the way he found so cute he could pinch your cheeks, he knew that he had finally succeeded.

He had captured your heart—the soul of his heaven, his sacramentum, his moon.

You were his.

[amortxt]

⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀kento⠀nanami.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤfluff, reader and kento are married + have a daughter, f!reader as it contains mentions of reader going through motherhood + being called mother, reader is implied to have taken nanami as a last name.

"shhh, shh, it's okay.. it's okay sweetheart.."

it was originally kento that had encouraged you to leave for this trip. you thank all your lucky stars for your husband being as supportive as he was throughout your journey of motherhood. never allowing you to have to pick your career over your family or your family over your career.

he was your balance. your hold onto the ground when you felt like you were ready to float away.

he was your everything.

but now he had begun to regret letting you leave today. your daughter was 7 months old. he had told you, that surely she was okay to spend just two nights away from her mother. but it seemed she had grown near inseparable from her mother. all understanding for just a baby, but in this moment he couldn't bare having to hear his daughter cry further. he was ready to begin breaking down himself at this point.

he tiredly reached for his phone. shamefully calling your number at 2 am, fully aware you had an important meeting early next morning. how he loathed himself at the moment. grumbling out a "dear god" as the phone rang for a few seconds.

you picked up shortly, unsurprisingly. you had made it very clear to him that he should call you no matter what, whenever he needed if he needed help. he had assured you that it wouldn't have to come to that, so you couldn't help but smile when you heard your daughters wailing in the background.

"didn't need me huh?" he didn't even need to see you. he could practically hear your insufferable smirk, that he unfortunately missed more than ever.

"never said that. now please god, sweetheart, she's not stopped crying for a good half an hour." you laughed, still on the other side of the world you were being woken up because of your daughters crying late at night. it was humorous, and strangely sweet.

you requested a facetime, and he accepted quickly. you looked straight into your daughters teary eyes, and she looked back all bug eyed, her crying slowly coming to a stop. you didn't know if she was more thrilled to see you or the metal square shine a bright light in her face.

"hi baby, you're not giving your papa a hard time, right?" your daughter responded in little babbles. your heart warmed a little, and you could see your beloved grinning in the background. you hadn't admitted it- barely even noticed it in fact, how much you truly missed your little family. you needed this too.

you and your daughter continued baby-talking for a good few minutes until you could see her yawning, to which kento had placed a bottle into her mouth. she slowly began to fall asleep, drinking the now lukewarm milk.

you looked at your husband with loving eyes. he looked back at you with just the same fervor. like you were his whole world, like you'd hung up the stars for him. even as you were halfway across the world from him. he would never hate you for caring about your career. it made you practically ill with adoration.

"stay on call with me please? i miss you."

"i miss you too, sweetheart. of course i will."

"goodnight, i love you papamin."

"goodnight mamamin. i love you too."

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀©⠀all work written by ﹫amortxt. do not repost.

[shshshshshowrunner]

[invisible to xigbar]

See this is how I know I don't have will issues

[shjsnjkj]

DAD'S BEST FRIEND┊l.hs

kinktober day 21! - masterlist

warnings: smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, making out, nicknames, age gap

genre: smut

wc: 2,5k ✧.*

☆ heesung x reader ; Heeseung was your favorite person when you were a little girl, but after moving to a new country, you slowly started to forget him through the ages. Forget all his beautiful features, the memories you shared with him, and the song he sang to you the last night you saw him. Receiving little kisses and sleeping with him wasn't the same as you remembered either.

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When you were a little girl, your dad used to invite his best friend, Heeseung, over to your house every weekend, and you couldn’t have been happier. You loved him because he was always kind, and he brought you small yet sweetest gifts like chocolate, a plushie, flowers, hair clips, and other cutesy things. You ran into his arms, he picked you up and gave you a little peck on the cheek.

Heeseung adored you and treated you like his own little girl. That's why he surprised you with something nice on weekends, and you slowly started to feel like he was your family member.

In the summer you went on a holiday together to the sea. You built sand castles and played together in the sea. He stayed by your side all day, read you a goodnight story, and even slept with you after dinner when your parents went out to have a romantic dinner together. You felt never-ending joy throughout the whole week but little did you know, that this was the last time you would spend this much time together and be this close to him.

After the trip, your parents announced that you’ll be moving countries next month. Your little heart broke when you realized that you won’t see Heeseung anymore. You started crying.

“Dad I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want to say goodbye to uncle Hee.” -You cried holding his legs.

“Darling, you will see Heeseung, you don’t have to say goodbye forever”

“That’s not true, please let me stay here with him ”

And you were so right. After you had to say goodbye for almost 10 years, you slowly started to forget the hurtful, empty feeling that Heeseung left in your heart as you grew up. Furthermore, you made a lot of friends at the new place which also made you forget about the feeling of missing him. Searching him through the internet or asking his number from your parents was nowhere in your mind either.

This summer you went to work in a cafe. Today was a usual day, you did all your tasks at your workplace until your dad called you up at the end of your shift saying that you’ll be going on a vacation 2 weeks later.

“Hello darling, just wanted to let you know that we’re going on a trip soon. So buy yourself something if you want. Tell me how much money you need and I’ll send it to you.” -then he hung up on you.

“Fine Dad, thank you for saying and listening to my answer as well.”

Right at that moment your phone started buzzing again.

“I forgot to mention that Heeseung will be joining us, he can finally take some weeks off of his company”

You froze at hearing Heeseung’s name. The last time you heard his name was the time when you said goodbye to him. It was around a decade ago. You remembered that moment so well. He gave small kisses on your head while you hugged him as tightly as you’ve never before. Oh gosh, just forget it for now. A-and what about his company? He probably has a wife and kids for now too. It won’t be the same as it used to be — you thought.

However, the real question was how should you act? How should you greet him? Or worse how will you talk to him?

“Are you ready sweetheart?” -Your mother asked.

“Nuhuh” -you muttered under your breath- “Yes I am” - you screamed from your room.

“Let me take this from your hand” -Your dad said, putting your suitcase in the car.

You put up your headphones on your head and sit inside the car. The ride was quite long but you were busy guessing what will happen when you saw Heeseung. Will he treat you like a baby or will he remember you? How will you react after seeing him with his wife and children? Will you be alone for the whole trip? You didn’t know the answers to your questions. Slowly you saw the airport sign which helped you come back to reality and realize that it’s time to face Heeseung.

You stepped out of the car, got your suitcase, put your headphones down onto your neck, and headed inside the building with your family.

In less than 5 minutes you heard your dad’s voice, greeting Heeseung.

“Heeseung, long time no see, it’s good to see you again.”

You stayed aback, and looked down, not ready to meet him. But as soon as your name was called you turned your head to the left and your gaze met with Heeseung’s immediately.

There was he, in black jeans with a white shirt, and black sunglasses at the top of his head letting you see his brown bambi eyes for the first time after a while.

“Y/n come here, say hi to your uncle.” -He said sweetly.

You froze. Despite being the next to greet him you couldn’t take a step further.

Heeseung saw your shocked reaction so he decided to come instead and quickly greeted you with a warm hug as always. But this time you didn’t jump into his arms.

“Hello sweetheart, did you miss me? I missed you so much, you know?” -You just stood there still not moving but then it felt right to hug him back slowly, your hands staying on his back. His perfume and warmth made goosebumps all over your skin so you decided to take a step back.

“Don’t mind Y/n she’s a bit quiet these days.” -your dad told Heeseung.

“Ah, I understand. She grew up, I’m no longer her favorite uncle Hee.” -He showed you a sad expression and turned his gaze back to your dad.

No longer your favorite? And what if he’s still your favorite? What if you still love him deep inside just as much as when you were little?

You felt a pang of guilt for your cold reaction. Despite the years apart, Heeseung's warmth hadn't changed. Later, you wanted to say something, to show him he still meant a lot to you, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you offered a small smile, hoping it conveyed what you couldn't express aloud before.

As you boarded the plane together, you couldn't help but steal glances at Heeseung. His presence stirred up a mix of nostalgia and newfound curiosity. He looked almost the same like he didn’t age at all but he was more handsome in your eyes. You didn’t remember him looking like this but your relationship won’t be the same again, right?

Your parents sat at the first class (of course), Heeseung sat at the business class and here you were on the economy part stuffed between a lot of people. You were ready for the trip, feeling excited. You decided on sleeping after the plane took off, entering dreamland. After an hour you woke up and went to the washroom. It was locked. You waited for a few seconds then Heeseung stepped out of the cabin.

“Oh, hey Y/n. Are you here in the business class too?”

“Uhm, n-no. I’m in the economy class.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I have an empty seat beside me. Come and sit with me, okay?” -He gave you a heart-warming smile and stroked your arm softly.

“Really? I mean, thank you Heeseung.” -his touch sent a shiver down your spine while you tried to get out a word from your mouth.

“Yeah, of course. By the way, there is no need to speak formally with me baby. Just call me Hee or anything you want as you did before.”

“Oh, okay ” -you blushed and looked down, couldn’t look into his eyes- “Then I’ll go and look for you when I’m done Hee” -the word Hee felt weird trailing off your lips but you tried to adjust to it.

After getting your stuff, you moved to the business class and searched for Heeseung. When you found him you sat down and made yourself comfortable. You thought about watching a movie to pass the time somehow until suddenly you switched your plans. You hesitated about this move but slowly reached Heeseung’s side and touched his arm. He immediately turned his gaze to you and gave you a soft smile.

“Do you want to talk for a few minutes? We talked a long time ago.” -you whispered.

“Of course Y/n! As long as you want.”

“First of all, sorry for behaving like that before. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything. I was shocked because it was the first time I saw you after 10 years.A-and..” -you stopped when he held your hand.

“You don’t have to say sorry Y/n. I fully get you. How about we make more memories this time to fill the gap of the past years? -your hands still in his.

The first few days were amazing. Every morning you did your morning routine, dressed up in a bikini and a dress on top of that. Some days you let your hair fall down onto your shoulders and the other days you braided it. You packed your camera, and favorite book in your bag then you heard a few knocks on your door. It was Heeseung.

He went out with you every day to buy breakfast and eat it next to the sea. Those croissants were your favorite next to the cappuccino. You explored the village together while taking photos non-stop, and talking about everything you missed out from each other’s lives. After lunch, you bought some snacks and fruits to eat at the beach later. It made you feel nostalgic when you swam or jumped into the water together. Furthermore, sometimes you didn’t even realize when Heeseung took photos of you or accidentally you held hands.

Tonight, you went to a restaurant that had the perfect view to the coast and the village. You both admired how it was lit up by the moonshine and the pretty lights which made the night more beautiful.

“Do you remember when we were together like this years ago? Your parents had dinner, while we ate hamburgers with fries and a milkshake.” -he smiled brightly.

“I remember it too well…”

“Then we walked back together to the hotel and I slept with you after reading some goodnight stories and even played the guitar for you to sleep well.”

“Honestly, I can’t sleep well for years so I might ask you to sing something for me later.”

“Of course, princess but I have to ask you for something in return.”

“It depends on what would you ask.”

“Sleep with me.” -you choked on your drink.

“What?”

“Just like when you were younger. Nothing else just sleeping in the same bed. I miss that moment. That was the last vacation we spent together.”

You did what you've agreed on. Heeseung played the guitar for you while you entered dreamland.

A few hours later, in the middle of the night, you felt an arm around your waist. There was no need to check who’s arm was that because you knew Heeseung stayed with you for the night.

“Uncle Hee” -you tried to turn around and face him which wasn’t quite easy due to his strong grip.

“Hm?” -he slowly opened his eyes.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Go on baby”

“Do you think this is wrong what we’re doing?”

“What do you think Y/n? Do you feel like this is wrong?”

“Uhm I don’t know actually. This feels so right but..” -you looked down, thinking about how to say out your feelings.

"But? Baby, don’t think about anything right now just try to relax." -He gently cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek. "As you do that, I’ll make sure you don’t overthink what feels wrong or right." -His voice lowered as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Your heart raced as Heeseung's lips finally met yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was everything you had dreamed of and more, a perfect blend of the familiar comfort he had always provided and the new, exciting feelings blossoming between you. As you melted into the kiss, you knew that there was no way back.

His large hands started caressing your body while he kissed your plump lips passionately. From the new sensual sensation, you couldn’t hold back your moans which only made Heeseung want more from you.

Then, he moved to your neck peppering them with loads of wet kisses. Gently, he turned you to your back and pulled up your nightgown to reveal and let him kiss your soft bare skin. Goosebumps spread all over your skin from his touch and lips. “Heeseung” -you breathed out his name. He just reacted with a smirk and then came up to your beautiful face to give you one last kiss before pulling down your pantie.

“Aw baby, you’re so wet already. You’re so cute.” -He whispered and gave a small kiss to your pussy.

You tried to relax as much as possible but it wasn’t easy when Heeseung’s cock was buried deep inside your cunt and all you could think about is how he perfectly he stretched you out. Heeseung groaned at the feeling of how tight you were and squeezed around his length.

As he pounded into your sweet and sensitive pussy desperately, he reached your cervix making your eyes roll back in pleasure. Heeseung pulled you impossibly closer to his body by your waist and trusted you even deeper making you a moaning mess. You felt like you’d reach your orgasm anytime.

“Fuck, look at you right now princess, you’re taking me so well” -He said between his deep thrust.

“Heeseung, I-I’m gonna cum.” -You cried out, getting more closer and closer to it.

He grinned and slammed his hips into you harder and faster making clapping sounds of your skins smacking against each other.

“Cum for me sweetheart” -He said out of breath as he came at the same time as you right that moment. You clenched around his cock and he let his head fall back from satisfaction. His hot cum dripped down on your thighs which made you the happiest in that moment although you still trembled from the sensation. You were panting and mewing while Heeseung cleaned you up to pull you closer to him as fast as possible.

After that, he put the blanket on you, and gently pulled your fragile body into his arms. You kissed each other for a few more minutes until you started to feel sleepy and closed your eyes.

"Goodnight baby" -Heeseung whispered to your ear while looking at you finally drifting off to sleep.

[lucyrose191]

CALM IN THE STORM| H.SPECTER

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Wife!reader

Summary: The entire firm knew how temperamental Harvey Specter was and whenever he was in one of those moods, they knew it was going to be a painful day, until they found the only thing that could calm him down.

Warnings: none.

Suits Master List

Harvey Specter could be described as many things; arrogant, rude, uptight, stone-faced and most certainly hot headed. It wasn’t hard to piss him off but it was certainly difficult to calm him down and once his mood was ruined the entire day was doomed.

It was quite frankly anyone’s worst day whenever Harvey wasn’t in a good mood because they always took the brunt of it and there was no way to fix it.

Or so they thought.

If there was one thing anyone would say about Donna Paulsen, it was that she knew everything, which meant she knew exactly what would calm Harvey Specter down.

His wife.

Y/N Specter wasn’t a lawyer, she was an aerospace engineer which was just as, if not more impressive than being a lawyer and Harvey Specter worshipped the ground she walked on.

After watching Mike Ross leave Harvey’s office with near tears streaming down his face, Donna had enough and picked up the phone.

Y/N’s attention was momentarily drawn away from her computer at the sound of her office phone ringing but continued looking through data as she answered "Y/N Specter speaking."

A sigh of relief was heard through the line before Donna’s voice filtered through. "Y/N! Thank god! I don’t know what the hell is up Harvey’s arse today but he’s nearly made Mike cry three times and it’s only 10 o’clock, can you please come and save us," her husband’s secretary practically begged.

Y/N smiled, leaning back in her chair, work forgotten. This wasn’t the first time she had received a phone call like this and she found it hilarious just how much her husband built within people, he was a real softy around her.

Luckily for her, she had a lot of freedom in her role, she had proven herself for many years before that she was now able to come and go from work as she pleased, being fully trusted that no matter how often she was hear her work was always done.

"I won’t be long," she said before hanging up, not wasting time in grabbing her things to make her way to her husband’s workplace.

As she walked towards her husbands office, Y/N bit down her laughter as she saw the obvious signs of relief on everyone’s faces as she walked by.

"Y/N you have no idea how happy I am to see you," Donna greeted her as she approached her desk, "He’s miserable in there."

Y/N looked through the glass into her husbands office and found that the redhead was telling the truth, the heavy frustration on her husband’s face was hard to miss.

She gave Donna a smile before making her way into Harvey’s office.

The man sighed heavily hearing his office door open, not looking up from the case file open in front of him. “I thought I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Y/N smiled, “and does that include me?”

Harvey’s head snapped up at the sweet, smooth tone of his wife’s voice, feeling the tension in his shoulders deflate just from her presence. "Y/N?”

“Hey handsome." She smirked slightly, walking around his desk, he turned in his chair just as she stood in front of him.

He looked up at her in the same way he always did, there was nothing but pure love in those eyes, “What are you doing here?"

Y/N smiled lovingly at him, stepping forward to stand between his legs, wrapping her arms around the back of his head. “You’re scaring your colleagues.”

Harvey rolled his eyes, sitting up to rest his hands on her waist. “They’re ridiculous.”

Y/N hummed, “maybe, but how could I deny the chance to come and see you?”

“Fair point, I can understand the struggle of not seeing my handsome face for a couple hours,” Harvey replied, dead serious, smiling as his wife rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle slap to the shoulder.

“What’s got you all worked up, darling?” She asked.

Harvey released a deep breath, sparing a glance to the case sitting open on his desk. “I didn’t even want to represent the guy but Jessica knows him, I know him to be a complete prick."

Y/N thought for a moment before inviting herself further into his space, forcing her way into his lap, not that he was complaining, he just tightened his grip around her, leaning back into his chair. “Well, how about I treat you to lunch?” She proposed.

Harvey smiled tiredly. “I’d love that, baby." He replied, earning a bright smile from his wife who leaned forward to press a loving kiss to his lips before standing back up, pulling him up with her,

“Come on then, we’ve kept Ray waiting long enough.”

The smile on Harvey’s face was a stark contrast to the frustration he had been hounding earlier and it was all down the angel in front of him who wouldn’t even allow him to grab his coat, too persistent in dragging him through his office door.

As they made their way out of the building, they paid no attention to the uncomfortable weight that seemed to lift from everyone’s shoulders.

One thing for sure is that the entire firm were relieved for the existence of Y/N Specter.