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Paint the Warmth of the Sky - SEUNGMIN

We’re at the end! Thank you to all those who stayed for the ride, and I hope you look forward to the drabble game I’ll be hosting soon!

The title includes a pun on Seungmin’s English name (Sky)!! I’m very proud of myself for this :) dedicated to @wingkkun​ because Mai... this may not be a lot of -in your face- Seungmin hot agenda, but you will find that I was inspired by it. I hope this is a suitable (very late) birthday present :D

(made the last two bingos with this: witches/sweater weather/seasonal coffee, sweater weathe/apple picking/costumes!)

Unbeleafable prompt: sweater weather

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, university!au

Triggers: some cursing, slightly (very slightly) suggestive

Word Count: 1.6k

One morning, you tell Seungmin the reasons for your love.

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Normally, Seungmin’s the first one in the kitchen at the crack of dawn, pattering around with bare feet on the cold floor as he makes a cup of coffee to start the morning. But today, you wake up first, fully wrapped in your boyfriend’s toasty arms.

A small, bleary smile involuntarily lifts the corners of your mouth as you stare at Seungmin’s peaceful face, eyes fluttered shut, his chest rising slightly as he huffs soft breaths between his lips. Your hand rises to softly stroke his hair and he unconsciously shuffles into your touch, leaning into the warmth even though he’s literally radiating heat from his bare chest. Even the necklace sitting around his throat is warm. For a moment, you relax once again, closing your eyes and indulging in the comfort of the bed just a bit longer.

But morning light is already beginning to seep through the edges of the bedroom curtains, so you make the difficult decision to extract your body from Seungmin’s clingy arms. He murmurs a bit in his sleep but thankfully doesn’t wake up as you climb off the mattress, press a quick kiss to his forehead, and slip into the bathroom.

He must’ve been really tired last night, you muse, brushing your teeth. You know he spent a long time at the library, fixing up last errors on his law paper before submitting, and he also had a few classes and a vocal lesson earlier in the day. He didn’t look too drowsy when he got home, but exhaustion has a way of creeping up on its victims and striking when it’s late.

Poking your head back into the bedroom, you see that he’s still fast asleep, cocooned under the warm blankets. It’s so fucking cute.

Well, he doesn’t have much on his schedule today. He can sleep a bit longer.

It isn’t until you’ve started brewing the coffee that you finally hear water running in the bathroom, and you’re getting eggs out of the fridge for breakfast when Seungmin comes stumbling out of the hall, pajama pants still on his legs, chest now covered in a sweater that someone cropped as a prank (was it Jisung? You feel like it was either him or Felix, though your whole friend group is so chaotic that it’s no surprise you don’t remember the culprit). “You left me alone in bed,” he whines.

“Good morning to you too,” you snip cheerfully, putting the eggs on the counter before turning around to hug him. “You seemed tired yesterday, so I thought I’d let you sleep a bit more.”

He just grumbles something about “cold” and “alone” and buries his face in your shoulder, forcing you to take the brunt of his weight. “Oh, shut up.” You pat his head lightly, leaning against the kitchen counter for support. “You’re a warm person. I was almost overheating when I woke up, wrapped in the blankets and burrito-ed with you.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Seungmin whines. “I don’t know why I love you.”

Ah. There it is. That ever-present bubble of fluttering energy that builds in your chest whenever your lovely Minnie says those three blissful words. A wide smile involuntarily spreads across your face as you push him away just enough to press a short kiss to his lips. “It’s because I love you and make you eggs for breakfast,” you reply, pecking him once more before steering him to the small kitchen table. “Now sit there and wait until the eggs are done.”

Even inside the apartment, the chilly fall air sometimes seeps in through minute cracks in the walls. You shiver a bit next to the kitchen window as a sharp little breeze blows through. It’s okay, though, because the next thing you know, warm, sweater-covered arms are sliding around your waist and Seungmin’s placed his chin on your shoulder, necklace digging slightly into your skin.

“I thought I told you to wait at the table,” you scold with no real bite in your voice. If anything, you just cuddle into his warmth, admiring the strength in his arms as he holds you.

“You looked cold,” he mumbles, breath puffing against your neck.

You turn briefly, just enough to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, Minnie.”

Seungmin’s voice, slightly deepened with sleep, sounds like music to your ears. “You’re welcome.”

He hums in your ear, low melodies sending delightful shivers up your neck as he watches you finish the eggs. A few warm minutes later, you’re dishing them onto two plates, handing one over to your boyfriend and taking the other to the table. As Seungmin starts eating, you take a moment just to look at him and appreciate his existence.

The sun has risen enough, now, that its rays stream through the kitchen window and land on Seungmin, sparkling on the thin chain around his neck and almost making him glow. The cropped sweater shows enough of his skin to make your mouth slightly dry, but the sleeves are still long enough that he has sweater paws when he doesn’t have them rolled up his arms (and right now, he doesn’t).

Cute and hot. You grin. The dichotomy is incredible.

“Stop staring at me and eat,” Seungmin says, snapping you out of your reverie. There’s a tinge of pink on his cheeks as his sparkling eyes meet yours, slightly shy and embarrassed and so, so beautiful. “Your eggs are going to get cold.”

“Can’t blame me for appreciating the boyfriend I love so much,” you tease.

To your delight, his flush grows slightly darker and he pouts slightly as you shove food in your mouth. Your pride at flustering him must show, though, because his eyes darken the slightest bit in a way that gets your heart racing. “Oh?” He rests an elbow on the table, putting his chin onto his fist. “What do you appreciate about me, then?”

You swallow, but your eyes burn with love and mischief. “Hm. Maybe it’s how cute you look with your sweaters in cold weather, you know, the sleeves covering your hands.” You flap your own hands to demonstrate and purse your lips as Seungmin grins, mimicking a thinking expression. “Or it’s because you look really good in that cropped one in particular – seriously, I have to thank Felix or Jisung or whoever did it, because the view?” You whistle teasingly, and Seungmin bursts into the loud laughter that always fills your heart. “Ah-maze-ing.”

There are a few moments of laughter that expand through the apartment, filling the air with pleasant joy. “Anything else?” Seungmin asks finally, calming down.

“Fishing for compliments now, aren’t we?” You smirk, resting your chin on your hand. “Well, if I were to sum it up…” You feel your smile muscles relaxing, turning your wide, teasing grin into something smaller but contemplative, soft. “It’d just be your warmth.” His eyes gaze into yours steadily, giving you the courage to continue. “You’re warm, Seungmin. With you, I always feel comfortable. And I always feel loved.”

Seungmin’s smile melts into something so soft, so unbelievably peaceful and happy that even with the fall chill in the air, you feel the same warmth you just spoke of enveloping you in a cozy hug. Then Seungmin comes over and gives you the real thing, pulling you up from the chair and folding you into his arms as you rest your head against his chest.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he murmurs.

You smile into the fabric of his warm, warm sweater. “Yeah, I know.” Leaning back slightly, you gaze into his clear, lovely eyes. “I love you too.”

Sweater paws rise up to your cheeks, Seungmin’s lips pressing against yours smoothly, gently, in a graceful movement practiced over many years of love. You sigh into the kiss, hands sliding up his chest under the sweater, bringing him closer, closer until all you can feel is his body against yours.

It’s pleasant. Lovely. Warm, so warm in a way that doesn’t feel suffocating or heavy, but perfectly balanced so that you feel fuzzy all over, even when you have to break away from Seungmin’s lips to take a breath of air. Twinkling eyes stare into yours, the smile on your boyfriend’s flushed face filled with love, so much love that you didn’t even realize that much could exist. He kisses you again, then again and again, until you’re so dizzy with the bliss of his touch that you can’t think of anything else in the world except Seungmin’s name and how much you love him.

Eventually, though, you pull away, laughing slightly at the pout on Seungmin’s kiss-swollen lips. “Breakfast is definitely cold now,” you note, looking at the rapidly cooling plates left on the table.

“Noooooo,” Seungmin whines, rushing over to his dish and shoveling eggs into his mouth. “This is all your fault.”

“What?” you say incredulously. “My fault?”

“If you hadn’t distracted me with your pretty face, this wouldn’t have happened.” He pouts, a stray bit of egg staining the corner of his lips.

“Hmph.” You lean across the table to wipe it off. “Well, maybe you should learn not to get distracted by –” you motion dramatically to your face – “this beauty right here.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do when you say things like that? Not kiss you?” Seungmin raises an eyebrow. “You would’ve done the same.”

You laugh. “Touché, Minnie. Touché.”

He grins, vindicated. “Can I get another kiss for being right?”

This time, you’re the one who abandons their plate, eyes rolling playfully as you plop yourself onto his lap. And once again, you lose yourself in Seungmin’s touch as lips press against each other in a gentle dance that you know will keep you warm for many years to come. 

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Witch and familiar au ignis was given to the local witch who lives on the outskirts of town as a peace offering because the villagers are simple minded and assume all witches like cats. unfortunately MC is allergic to them but still keeps ignis the cat because she's not going to throw an animal out to the wild. villagers there are jerks to her but always want some spell or potion from her so she's an outcast but also treated as "please help me even though I curse your name in town"

Roshy, I am so sorry this took so damn long to get to!!! I wanted to get this out for Halloween, but…well, we see how that went. 

This is just a little drabble from what the story could be. It’s not well polished or anything, but it was time to get a story out for everyone. So I hope you enjoy!

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A chill danced over your skin as the autumn winds announced the whispers of a frost. You smiled, busying yourself with harvesting the last of your herbs from your garden before the frost took them. Soon, they’d whither and die, to crumble into the soil and start the cycle anew. But this cycle didn’t sadden you, for these little plants would soon be a bed of nourishment for a new crop. If life had taught you little else, it was this: that everything happened in cycles. 

Or so you hoped. 

Your life had been a very long cycle of loneliness. Your parents gone and no siblings to speak of, you inhabited this little farmhouse alone. All the friends you had made had moved off to the city to seek their fortunes or married far from home. All the villagers that were left seemed to be wary of you. 

You heard your name mentioned in hushed whispers in the market, only to fall to silence when you turned. Since the hushed whispers had begun, the children even came up with a new song to sing when jumping rope:

Goblin toes and honey dew

That what the witch’ll brew!

If you’re not good and home by dark

You bet you’ll be their next mark!

The whole situation was really quite childish, but it was getting on your nerves. You endured years of this taunting and were the butt of every joke, only to be called down to the village when the next fever swept through. 

But that was for another day of this never ending cycle. 

Today, you finished gathering up the herbs and carried the basket into your home. You placed the leaves into some cheese cloth to be washed in the sink and stared wistfully out the kitchen window into the afternoon sun. 

A speck on the horizon caught your eye. Squinting, you could start making out that it was a person…Your heart sank as you realized it was your nearest neighbor, Darcela. 

Darcela was an older woman. The woman had very little to be notable for, other than making a nuisance of herself. She wouldn’t be seen around the village for weeks on end, only to turn up, out of nowhere, trying to sell baked goods, and screaming about everyone around her. To the best anyone could tell, she hated everyone. You had obviously been the topic of her rants many a time, so you typically avoided her. 

With the fury of a tempest, Darcela threw open your garden gate and came stomping up to your door. You opened it hurriedly, not wanting to give her the opportunity to knock it off its hinges. 

“GET YOUR DAMN CAT OUT OF MY GARDEN!” The old woman screeched. 

You stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded. Had the hag completely lost her mind? 

“Why are you staring at me like that?! I said, get your cat out of my garden!! He’s ruining all of my plants!” The woman’s eyes were red and she looked ready to fight. 

“I don’t own a cat…I’m allergic to them.” you gently whispered. 

Darcela threw up her hands and spun away from you in exasperation. “You’re telling me the witch doesn’t own a cat?!” 

You hufed, having had this argument countless times. “I’m not a…” 

“I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU ARE! What I care about is the cat in my garden!” Darcela was already walking down the path back to her home. You sighed, following obediently, knowing you were the poor cat’s only hope. 

You followed Darcela into her “garden” but honestly, it just looked like a bunch of unkept weeds within a picket fence. You didn’t see what the big deal was. She walked ahead of you, throwing her hands about and talking about how this was her pride and joy and blah blah blah. 

Eventually, you came upon the patch in question. “It was almost ready to harvest, too!” Darcela cried, as you parted the tall plants. The leaves looked strange to you, like scrunched up stars. In amongst the greenery was a large black cat, sprawled out on his back, enjoying the sunshine. 

Realization hit you like the scent from the garden as you picked up the cat. “I see why you want him out, Darcela. Maybe you should try DEALING with your plants rather than baking with them. Besides, I hear their smoke is far faster than their taste.” You shot your neighbor a knowing smile and she blushed. 

You walked out of her garden, the black cat purring in your arms. Your skin was already starting to itch. You set him down when you were just out of sight of Darcela’s hut. 

“There. Now don’t go getting into such trouble again!” You said to the cat, wagging your finger at it. “Who am I kidding…I’m talking to a cat.” You threw up your hands and brushed past the black beast. But your walk home wasn’t alone. Your furry companion zigzagged in and out of your legs as you walked, regardless of how badly you tried to shoo him. 

Why was this cat being so persistent to be with you? Was it a lost pet? It certainly didn’t act wild with you. 

At home, the persistent beast did not relent. It snuck into your home and made its bed on yours. You would have weeks of itching skin now. But it was cute…

Eventually, you relented. 

By the time you got around to making dinner, the moon was already rising outside. 

Tonight you would have parsnip soup. It wasn’t much, but it was all you had. Someday things would get better. They cycle had to end somewhere, didn’t it? 

You sipped from the hot bowl with yoru wooden ladle. The cat seemed entranced by what you were doing. 

“What? Do you want some?” you jested. To your surprise, the cat meowed in response. 

A smile crept over your face. Perhaps this little creature wouldn’t be such a bad companion. As you leaned over to take another taste of the soup, a sharp pain ran up your leg!

It was the cat! He was trying to claw at your leg!

Relenting, you paused in your makeshift dinner to give your companion a saucer of milk. That was a thing cats liked, right? 

But your plan didn’t work. The beast started meowing for your dinner. It took a few minutes of battle before he got the best of you. 

You slammed a bowl down on the ground. “THERE! HAPPY?!” The cat replied with silence. Prancing over to sip from it’s victory dinner. 

It’s small tongue lapped at the warm soup. It was all fairly cute you thought as you watched. Just as everything was starting to calm down…

POOF!

In a cloud of lavender smoke, the cat disappeared and a tall, handsome, completely naked man appeared. 

He cleared his throat before addressing you. “Yes, now as I was saying, it needs some salt.”