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earthchica · 2 months ago

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Right My Wrongs | 2

terry richmond x black fem! reader

summary: You attempt to move on from Terry and explore a new relationship, but Terry discovers this and refuses to let you go.

warning: ANGST, a little fluff, emotions, heartache, new character, pleading, complicated situation, co-parenting, six-year-old daughter, name calling &, etc.

note: thank you so much for the love on the first part. This might be a little mini-series; I have a whole lot to write. <3

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It's been three months, and you were doing much better than before, but a sense of loss and longing remained in your heart.

Terry has respected your wishes, kept his distance, and is cordial with you when Jasmine is around.

You wish things were different between you and him, but it aren't, so you need to move on.

You've been on multiple dates with a few guys, but unfortunately, none have sparked your interest.

Jasmine asked about these dates and wondered what happened with you and Terry.

She hoped you two would finally get togather since Terry wasn't seeing Olivia anymore.

Yet, she noticed a difference in the way you two behaved towards each other.

You attempted to explain the situation to her as clearly as possible, but it only made her feel sadder.

Jasmine expressed her true feelings on the matter, leaving you feeling disappointed for making your daughter feel that way.

Because of that, you almost abandoned the idea of dating again until your friend Bri convinced you to go on a date with her brother.

His name was Marcus, and you've met him once or twice, and he was always sweet.

So there you stood, next to him, in a sexy, form-fitting black dress that highlighted your curves.

Your hair was styled in a slicked-back ponytail, and your makeup was subtle.

This had to be your fifth date with Marcus, and it's been going pretty great so far.

Marcus was a tall, slender man with a deep brown complexion and brown hooded eyes.

He was not only handsome and sweet, but he also dedicated his life to saving lives as a firefighter.

Marcus radiated an irresistible charm and sweet bliss that truly captivated you.

You might say he was the perfect guy, but you longed for someone else, and that was Terry.

Maybe you could settle for Marcus, and down the line, you fall in love with him.

"Hey, you good? " He asked, cutting you out of your thoughts with his husky voice.

Marcus smirked when you made eye contact, shuffling and coming closer to you.

You nodded "Yeah...."

"Do ya want to get out of here?" His voice dripped with a lustful tone that sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you intrigued.

"And go where?" you replied. Maybe you could also have fun with him first, but you had to be careful.

Marcus rested his hands on your lower back, and his lips drew closer to your ears.

You could feel the warmth of his breath trailing on you, straightening your back a little.

"Somewhere private. What do ya say, beautiful?" Marcus whispered, moving away to gaze into your eyes.

That night ended with you two having hot, wild, rough sex, which you really needed.

You, of course, used protection and were totally satisfied; Marcus knew how to dick a girl down.

The sudden ringing of your phone disrupted the peace, prompting a groan out of you.

You reached for your phone, checked the time, and noticed it was almost noon.

You answer the call.

"Hello?" You spoke in a low, indistinct voice, and there was a brief silence before the sound of a familiar voice reached your ears.

"Hey, baby girl," Terry answered.

"Uh, hey, Terry," You said, clearing your throat. You sat up slowly so as not to wake Marcus up.

"I was just calling to see if you were alright. And are you still coming to pick up Jazzy,"

"Shit...uh, yeah," You replied, gently releasing yourself from Marcus's hold before rising from the bed to make your way to the bathroom.

"Hey, beautiful, come back to bed!" Marcus mumbled in a drowsy state; you gestured for him to lower his voice.

He winked at you with a lazy smirk, and in response, you rolled your eyes and returned your attention to your phone.

"Who the hell was that? Are-are you seeing someone?" Terry asked in a tone filled with aggravation and panic.

"It's none of your business, Terry. I'll be over there to pick up Jazzy. Okay?" You uttered coldly and abruptly hung up the phone before he could respond.

You gazed at yourself in the mirror; your makeup was messy, and your hair was frizzy and wild, but nothing you couldn't fix.

You began your morning routine while Marcus was still sleeping in your bed.

Once you walk out of the bathroom fully dressed. You sighed, seeing him still asleep.

You wake him up, and he groans and turns over his side to look at you.

"Time to go?" Marcus asked, a slight smirk on his face while sitting on his back.

"Yeah, I have to pick my daughter I'm sor-" You started, and he cut you off.

"No, no, it's fine. I was just hoping to have lunch with you, but I get it," He says with a playful smirk, then gets out of bed to get dressed.

You waited for him downstairs. As he walked towards you, you turned and gazed at him, and he greeted you with a smile.

You laced your hands behind his neck and pulled him closer to your face; his hands found your sides.

"Marcus, you're a great guy, and I like you, and I want something out of this than just sex, if that makes sense."

"Hey, it's okay. I want something more, too, sugar," He says before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"For real?" You asked with a slight smile, which made him grow a much bigger one.

"For real, beautiful," he said with a nod. You smiled and kissed him passionately.

Meanwhile, Terry felt his heart sink as he realized you might be with another man.

Terry couldn't shake the thought from his mind: "You were with another man."

The words echoed in his head until he flinched out of it when he heard the voice of his daughter calling him.

"Daddy, are you okay?" she asked, confused while gazing at him from where she stood.

"Yeah, princess. Shouldn't you be getting ready?; your mom will be here soon," he said, quickly putting his phone down and tucking it away.

"Daddy, I can tell when you're lying. I know something happened between you and Mommy; she's been going on dates," she said, sighing.

Her eyes filled with concern as she sat beside him on the couch. Terry heaved a sigh, the weight of his mistakes.

"Yeah, figure that. I messed up really bad, Jazzy; she's upset with me and probably hates my guts."

"She doesn't, Daddy. You can fix it, and you can make her happy again. You both need each other; I need you together, I-I" she stopped, looking down at her hands.

"What is it, Jazzy?" Terry asked, gently placing his hand on her tiny shoulder, conveying his worry and care for her.

"I don't like going back and forth between houses. I wish we could all be together and live as a family—I told mommy...that's all the kids at my school have. I always wanted that. I don't like you and Mommy not talking and being happy like you used to," she explains.

Terry felt a deep pang of sorrow as he listened to his daughter's words.

He tenderly drew her into his embrace, comforting her as she shed a few tears.

"It's okay, baby. I'm so sorry; we've tried to make this work as best as possible."

"You can try harder, Daddy. Fix it with Mommy. Don't you love her?" She asked, looking up at him with her light eyes that matched his.

At that moment, Terry found himself wrestling with a tangle of emotions.

He was in love with you, but his fear and foolishness prevented him from acknowledging his true feelings.

The idea of you being with another man was too much for him to handle.

"I do, princess. I love her so much." Terry felt a profound sense of relief as he finally confessed his feelings.

There was something incredibly liberating about sharing this with his daughter.

"You have to tell her then; I'm sure she'll find it in her heart to forgive you…She loves you; she always has," she says, her eyes sparkling with hope as she smiles.

"Okay, Jazzy. I'll try," Terry said softly, with a warm smile. She nodded with an even more radiant smile.

You arrived at Terry's apartment door and were about to knock when it swung open, revealing your daughter, Jasmine.

"Mommy, can we please stay for dinner with Daddy? He made pasta and garlic bread," Jasmine begged without saying hello to you.

"Wow, no, hi, hello, mommy. I missed you, nothing?" you asked in a playful tone.

"Sorry," She giggled joyfully and wrapped her arms tightly around your waist.

"Hi, Mommy. I missed you so much," she exclaimed with genuine warmth.

"That's more like it, and I missed you too, baby. Were you good for your dad?" You asked with a slight chuckle.

You both enter Terry's apartment, greeted by the aroma of a home-cooked meal.

"Yeah, I was good. So...Is that a yes?" Jasmine asked, crossing her fingers with a hopeful smile.

You briefly looked down at her, then shifted your gaze to the big window, lost in thought for a moment.

"I don't know, Jazzy. Did you ask your dad if it was ok?" You asked, looking back at her.

"No need. I would love for you two to stay for dinner, only if you want to," Terry says, adding to the conversation.

His intense gaze met yours as he stood before you, clad in a snug gray T-shirt and jeans accentuating his muscular form.

"Just do it for Jazzy," you repeat these words, reassuring yourself that everything will be okay.

"I guess we can stay for dinner," You said with a small smile, shifting your gaze to your daughter, who looked so joyful.

"YAYYY!!! Thank you, Mommy," Jasmine yelled joyfully and enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around your waist once more.

You reciprocated her hug with a warm chuckle, and said, "You're welcome, baby."

"Come on," With a gentle tug, she beckons you into the quaint dining room while Terry quietly follows suit and graciously pulls out your chair.

"Thank you," you murmured, feeling a bit shy, and he nodded in response.

Terry proceeded to carry the steaming, appetizing food to the table. The dish looked and smelled absolutely delightful.

"That looks good, Daddy," Jasmine smiles, getting garlic bread with her pasta on her plate.

You nodded in agreement with Jasmine, expressing your approval to Terry.

"Yeah, Terry, this dish looks really appetizing. I'm sure it's going to taste amazing."

"Thanks, girls, I really appreciate both of you," Terry says warmly, flashing a charming smile.

Terry blessed the food, and you all began to eat and engage in light, casual conversation.

"Mommy, can we stay and watch TV?" Jasmine asked, her eyes filled with hope.

"No, Jazzy. You only asked to stay for dinner, and I'm pretty sure your dad has company coming over," you said, rolling your eyes.

"He doesn't, mommy. I promise...It's gonna just be three of us, right, Daddy?" Jasmine asked with a little grin.

You were keenly aware of her intentions, and you were certain her little plan would not work.

You shot a quick look at Terry, who had a slightly nervous expression on his face.

"Yeah, come on, baby girl. Just one show, and that's it," Terry says with a small smile.

You just gave him a hesitant look, and then there was a knock on the door.

Terry sighed and politely excused himself, reaching the door to answer it.

Once he disappeared from view, you turned your attention to Jasmine.

"Okay, Jazzy. What's going on?" You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest and looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"What do you mean, Mommy? " she asked, looking at you innocently and shrugging shortly.

"You know what I'm talking about, little girl. We talked about this," you told her, uncrossing your arms.

"Just wait and see, Mommy," Jasmine says sassily. You look at her shock and wonder where she got that from. *you silly*

Terry returned with a large bouquet containing a mixture of your three favorite flowers.

"Woah, Daddy! Who are those for?" Jasmine asked with a giggle as she watched the expression on your face.

The delicate beauty of flowers always captivated you, and receiving them never failed to fill you with an indescribable sense of joy and warmth.

"These are for your mother. It looks like she's got a secret admirer," Terry said, giving you the flowers.

You took the flowers from Terry's hands, feeling his fingers brush against yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

You cleared your throat and moved away, giving Terry and Jasmine both a look before smelling the flower.

"Hmm, I guess we can stay and watch a show," you said with a shrug while rolling your eyes.

You three were cozied up on the couch, engrossed in an episode of Family Feud.

Jasmine gradually drifted into a peaceful slumber as the show progressed, finding comfort in Terry's embrace.

Terry took her to the other room, and when he came, you two discussed watching another episode.

"Oh shit, is it really three pounds?" You inquired, glancing over at Terry, who was chuckling and shaking his head in amusement.

"I am unsure," he says nonchalantly, lifting and dropping his broad shoulders in a casual shrug.

Steve Harvey on TV: Name a salad dressing that you see at a salad bar.

Both you and Terry simultaneously exclaimed, "Ranch," but then you quickly added, "I said it first."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did," you playfully remarked, jabbing your finger into his chest, teasingly referring to him as "applehead."

Terry chuckled as he gestured toward the TV screen. "Well, even if you did, they've already said 'Ranch,' he remarked.

"Mmm, whatever," you said, playfully rolling your eyes at him with a hint of amusement.

Steve Harvey on TV: Name something that happens in April.

The phrase "April Fools" echoed in unison from both of you once more.

A brief moment of shared laughter passed as you exchanged glances before refocusing on the television.

"I guess you can say I won," you said, rising from the plush couch, gracefully bowed and waved, silently mouthing "thank you" with a grateful smile.

"I didn't know it was a competition, baby girl." Terry lets out a hearty laugh as he rises to his feet and positions himself before you.

"Well, it was, so I won! What you gotta say to that, applehead," You said with a giggle, moving closer to him.

"You betta stop calling that," he said gently, tickling you, making you laugh.

Terry's heart couldn't help but flutter joyfully as your laughter filled the air.

You abruptly ceased laughing, feeling captivated as you shifted your gaze back and forth between his pretty eyes and his luscious, plump lips.

Terry leaned in, and you gave in to the kiss despite wanting to stop him.

The electric sensation you felt during the kiss, the comforting strength of his embrace, you shake your head before pulling away.

"Um...thanks for dinner, Terry. I know It means a lot to Jasmine. It's time to go. Yeah, it's time," You were about to leave, but Terry quickly intervened and stopped you."

"Hey, you can't just walk away after that," Terry's voice trembled with emotion as he reached out to hold both of your hands.

"Terry-" You began speaking, but he silenced you with a gentle touch on your lips.

"Please just listen. I'm sorry for a lot of shit I put you through; you never deserved it. You've been the best thing ever to me, and I've taken you for granted. I want to right my wrongs; I want to fix them. I'm tired of this tension between you and me. I want us to move past this and become like we used to be but different; I want us to be a family, for real this time." Terry said, a few tears streaming down his face as he continued.

"You love me, I know you do, and I love you, and I always have; I know it may be hard to believe, but I do love you, baby girl. I'm in love with you and don't want to lose you to someone else; give me a chance, baby. I know actions speak louder than words, but I just....need you to tell me it's okay," Terry said, his eyes searching yours for hope.

His words were sincere and borne the weight of his emotions, and you longed to hear that from him.

Though your simmering anger and stubborn pride obstructed your way, you didn't know if you could let go of the hurt.

"You must think I'm a damn fool, huh? You had plenty of opportunities to tell me how you felt, but you waited until Imma trying to move on to confess your feelings, huh? No, Terry." You said, shaking your head.

"No...I don't. I'm the damn fool, really...I know, I know. Come on...baby girl, you don't even want to try to give me a chance. Let me fix it; let's try to fix it. I want you, and only you, baby girl; I fucking love you, please," Terry pleaded, dropping down on both knees.

"Terry, stop. Please get up." You said, tightly gripped his shirt and yanked him upward, but he clutched onto your legs, pleading with you.

"Please," He whispered lowly. You are getting a little overwhelmed with emotions.

"I can't, I just can't," you said, harshly pushing him away before rushing to get Jasmine from the other room. "She can, but she is afraid."

You gently awakened her, whispering that it was time to say bye and go home.

As you gathered her belongings and prepared the car, you waited patiently for her to join you.

"Bye, Daddy," She said, kissing his cheek before wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Bye, princess. See you next week," Terry said in a low voice, desperately trying to hold back his emotions to shield his daughter from noticing his heartache.

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weakformingyu · 8 months ago

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Another Love | Part 6

Summary: you've been hopelessly in love with Han since you were children. One night you confess your feelings to him.

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Words count: 8,416

Warnings: angst, hickeys, unprotected piv(don't do this at home), dirty talk(I think that's it)

A/N: I'm finally here with the last part of Another Love. This fic means the whole world to me, it's the story that made me grow a lot as a writer and was the first story that I thought "woah this is really good" when I finished the first part. I hope you all like this last part, I poured my whole heart in this and I really want you all to feel what I tried to convey with my words. Thank you for all the comments, reblogs and feedback, that's what made me motivated to finish this fic.

Also, I wanna thank my best friend @baby-yongbok for bearing my whines and rumbles about this story. Thank you baby for helping me through the difficult times 🫶🏻

You may have regretted telling Han that you would give him a chance. How soon? As soon as the sentence left your mouth. Why? Because now, you are going to have to face all the demons you kept inside of you for all these years.

While having an unrequited love, you had a motto: if you don’t get too delusional, it's going to hurt less. So every single time, when your mind started wandering through those dirty thoughts, you made sure to stop yourself. However, now it’s not a one sided love anymore and you’re honestly afraid of what that means. The furthest thing you thought about doing with Jisung, was a kiss and even that left you hot and bothered. Now, you are thinking about other things, like having sex and that’s something you never did before for the sake of your sanity.

It doesn’t help that Jisung is a menace and surprisingly you didn't know about it. 15 years of friendship and just about now did you find out that this man has no shame.

Things were going pretty normal, he had been treating you like always so things didn't seem to have changed much and that gave you some peace of mind, afterall, he was always affectionate to you.

However, little by little, you started noticing some things. Like, walking around the house shirtless like he wants you to look and unsurprisingly that’s exactly what you do. Every fucking time, you feel like you'll explode and in your defense, it's really, really hard not to look. He shows up wearing nothing but sweatpants and you try with all your willpower to look anywhere but him but in the end you can't help but look. Honestly, it's impossible and you know he's doing it on purpose because you get glimpses of his condescending smile whenever he catches you watching. You wish you could punch him in the face but then he’ll know he has won and you can’t let that happen.

Jisung is trying to prove a point, is it risky? Yes, but he's not entirely confident about winning you over. Even though you said you would give him a chance, every time he tries to get close to you it seems like you push him away and that scares him, he’s afraid you will change your mind and he can’t have that. So he’s trying to show you that he’s the full package.

He's good to you and funny but that you already knew, you have been friends for a long time. So he wants to show you a new side of him, something you only get to see from a boyfriend.

After days of hesitation, one night he finally makes his move. You’re in the kitchen, trying to get something on the top shelf but you can't seem to reach it. Jisung sees that and a brilliant idea pops on his head, you can only hear his footsteps coming behind you and in the split of a second, you feel the warmth of his body almost touching yours when he leans over you to get the bowls you wanted.

That’s the moment you lose your mind, years of restraint ending in a simple touch of his. Actually, the fact that he’s not even touching you makes everything worse.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, not turning around to look at him.

“Helping you, what else?” He answers, voice shaking a bit with the proximity. You can feel his breathing on the top of your head.

“I didn’t ask for help”, you clarify, not to sound rude but just trying to control yourself.

Unexpectedly, you feel his hands lightly holding your hips and in a quick move he turns you around, caging you against the kitchen cabinet and you release a shaky breath, heart beating like a hammer on your chest.

“You’re pushing me away”, he points out, “I won’t be able to win you over if you don’t let me”

You stare at him for a minute, he’s looking at you with puppy eyes, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry, I just have to get used to it”, you say, “I thought you would never like me so this change is kinda overwhelming”, you clarify.

“Shall we go on a date, then?” He proposes, taking a step back, looking at you hopefully. You nod, earning a big smile from him. “Okay, be ready tomorrow at 8 am”, he tells you, making you frown.

“What are we gonna do so early in the morning?” You ask, confused, making him shrug.

“It's a surprise”, he says, “but I can tell you that you should dress comfortably”

That's all he says, turning around and leaving you alone in the kitchen. Why does it seem like you just fell right into his trap? Like he already had everything planned and you acted exactly how he wanted you to?

There's nothing much you can do now since you already accepted the date, so you forget about what you wanted to do in the kitchen and go to your room, preparing a handbag with anything you'll possibly need.

He's up before you, waiting with breakfast and a warm cup of coffee. While you two eat you just know he's dying to tell you where you're going but he also doesn't want to ruin the surprise.

You realize it's going to be a trip when he drives out of the city, giving you the task of taking care of the playlist. You scroll through his songs, some from the boys, some from the artists he likes, you add some that you like, until you see the seaside.

“Are we going to the beach?” You ask, eyes sparkling. You missed this place so much.

“We are”, he smiles, stretching his hand to grab yours, interlacing your fingers. You feel your face hot, sure that you're blushing but you glance at him, seeing Jisung stare at the road with that shit eating grin on his lips.

“Don’t you think you're being too much?” You ask, trying to hide the smile that's trying to escape your lips.

“Not really”, he shrugs.

You and Jisung would always come to the beach when you were younger, it would be usually on your vacation but when you two were feeling down or something upsetting happened, you'd catch a bus and come here. You'd just sit in the sand, watching as the waves came and went, as the ocean reflected the color of the sky. It didn’t matter if it was winter or summer, that was always the place to make you feel better.

Jisung parks in front of a restaurant, inviting you to come out to eat and you look around, seeing how much it has changed since the last time you went there. When you moved to Seoul for school, you stopped traveling farther than your parents house. Even though you didn’t really need to save money because your family always supported you, you like to have savings for an emergency, so you had to give up on luxuries like traveling too far. Also, as you got older it became more difficult to stay close to your best friend in a place that was meant for just the two of you, every time you would go to the beach with him, you’d feel the urge to confess and that couldn’t happen, you were not ready yet. So you spent the last few years avoiding coming to your favorite place.

You were planning to come alone one day, when you had gotten over Jisung but life seems to be playing with you and now you’re there with the man you love and he’s the one holding himself not to confess to you right then and there. Not because it’s a secret, but because he doesn’t want to pressure you more than he already feels like he’s doing.

“I can’t believe we came all this way to eat spicy fried chicken”, he tells you as soon as you order your favorite.

“Stop”, you pout, “you know this place has the best chicken wings in the entire planet”

“Have you ever tried all the chicken wings on the planet?” He teases, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t need to, I just know this one is the best”, you argue back, crossing your arms.

He stares at you with an idiotic smile, biting on his bottom lip trying not to laugh at you.

“Maybe on our next tour you can come with us?” he says, feeling his face warming up, “I’ll accept your opinion only after you try the fried chicken from two other countries”

Jisung looks around, trying to hide his blushing or his pout, anxiously waiting for your answer but you can see his ears as red as tomatoes.

“Maybe”, that’s the only thing you say, holding yourself from giggling.

You and Jisung take a walk when you finish your food, needing some exercise after eating too much. You take your sneakers off, feeling the sand hugging your feet and the cold water making you shiver when the waves finally get to you.

“Remember when I had to go on tour for the first time?” Jisung asks, glancing at you and you nod. “You got so upset that I would go away for an entire month, that you disappeared, your mom wanted to kill you”, he chuckles and you sigh, remembering that time.

You were 20 and had barely settled down in Seoul when he had to go away. You were upset that you would have to stay all by yourself since classes had already started but you pretended like everything was alright.

“I didn’t really disappear, that’s an exaggeration”, you scoff, “I just forgot to mention that I wouldn’t come home that night”

“Well, that sounds like disappearing to me”, he argues back, “and it did to our parents too”

“The point?” You try changing the subject, not really wanting to admit that you were in the wrong.

“The point is, that I found you seated on that rock right there”, he points to the place you were walking to. “You were a mess, you cried and were already sick because you didn’t bring a coat and it was already night”, he scolds you, making you roll your eyes.

“And?” You push again, starting to feel guilty again about that day.

“I should have realized your feelings for me sooner”, Jisung bites on his bottom lip, fidgeting with his hands. “Everyone but me knew and you had to struggle on your own. I’m sorry”

You feel tears brimming on your eyes, you don’t want him to pity you.

“I never wanted an apology from you”, you explain, “I was always aware that you didn’t have to like me back. It was not fair of me to expect you to feel something you didn’t. That’s why I never told you… I mean, until I couldn’t hold it back anymore”, you chuckle awkwardly. “Even if you had never liked me back, I wouldn’t want you to apologize to me”

Jisung pouts, nodding in agreement.

“But I’m not apologizing for not liking you back”, he say, “I’m apologizing because you struggled because of me and if I had realized it sooner maybe you wouldn’t have had to-”

“And maybe you wouldn’t have fallen in love with me too”, you blurt out, hand flying to your mouth as soon as the sentence left your mouth, making a big smile show up in his lips.

“Am I hearing this correctly?” He teases, seeing you blush. “Did you just admit that you are satisfied that I’m the one in love now?”

“Why, of course”, you bite back a smile. ��You deserve a bit of a punishment for dating so much in your life”, you shake your head in disapproval.

“There’s nothing wrong with falling in love”, he teases, laughing when you roll your eyes.

He’s right, you were in love with him for a long time and there’s nothing wrong with that. However, for some reason, that makes your heart ache and an awful thought appears in your mind, making you stop on your tracks, glancing at him and staring for a whole minute before speaking up again.

“For how long are you going to be in love with me though?” You ask, letting your insecurities speak but you can’t help but think about that. “Your relationships didn’t last that long, are you sure you won’t just fall out of love with me in a bit?”

That makes his smile disappear, his brows knit together in a frown, pure confusion on his complexion.

“I- you’re different”, he says like it is the simplest thing in the world.

“What’s so different about me?” You push, trying to understand him, trying to look for some reassurance.

“I don’t think I ever felt like this for anyone before”, he explains. “I was never the jealous type, but when I saw you with Jeongho I wanted to explode and my chest hurt so much. I think of you every minute of the day, I was never like this before. I want to show you places, I want to take you to eat different foods and see your reaction when you taste them. You know you’re just like Hyunjin right? You do that face when you eat something delicious”, he smiles, “I want to be the one to make you smile and I want to be the one who’s there when you need to cry. I want to be your best friend, but I don’t want to be just your best friend, I want to have it all. All of you”

You feel like all the air from your body just decided to come out, you can’t breathe and at the same time you feel like you’re breathing too much — too fast, but when you see his dark eyes watching you, waiting for you to say something — anything, its like your body move on its on and in the split of a second your lips are on his.

You always dreamed about kissing Jisung. You always imagined how it would be to kiss him. But not even your greatest dreams came close to reality. His lips are soft just like cotton and warm like the hot chocolate you drink on a cold day. His body pressed against yours is something you never thought you needed but now that you have it it's something you don’t think you can let go.

His hands cup your face, fingers digging on your skin like you’re going to run away if he holds you with less strength. He’s shy, just pressing his lips against yours, until it's too much for him to handle and his tongue comes into your mouth, making you sigh. Jisung's hands trail gentle caresses down your arms, leaving a trail of warmth behind and sliding around your waist and pressing himself more against you.

You are completely lost in his lips, not sure what to do next, it's like it's your first time kissing someone. You grab his shirt, trying to get a hold on something, trying not to fall because your legs are almost giving out and your chest feels like exploding. When you two need to breathe, he pulls away from you, looking at you breathlessly, waiting for you to explain yourself or at least give him another kiss. But when he sees doubt in your eyes, he hugs you, squeezing you against him again.

“Please, don’t run away now”, he pleads. “I don’t think I can handle it, not after this”

“Jisung, I-”, you hesitate, trying to say the right thing.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now”, he assures you. “I won’t expect anything from you until you are sure about your decision, so don’t worry about it”, he says.

“Okay”, you nod.

The fact that it seems like your feelings didn’t change at all, scares you. How could you try so hard to get over him but still feel the same? If he hadn’t come around to like you, would you have struggled your whole life with your unrequited love? It didn’t happen but the ‘what if’ is haunting you and you can’t give him an answer until this feeling goes away.

The trip back home is quiet, not as awkward as you thought it would be but Jisung seems lost in thoughts and you are not very different. You don’t know why you keep letting all these intrusive thoughts win over your mind, if it was before your confession, you’d jump in his arms at the mere mention of him liking you back, so why is it so different now? Why are you so hesitant?

“Do you want pizza?” He asks, as soon as you enter Seoul again.

“Yeah”, you nod, looking at him.

Jisung changed too, he’s treating you the same as he always did but it seems different somehow, you just can’t quite grasp what changed. He looks more mature, like something switched inside of him and that makes you a bit nervous. You’re not so familiar with this Jisung, you can’t predict what he’s gonna do next or what he’s thinking. Your best friend doesn’t look just like your best friend anymore and maybe that’s the whole point. If things stayed the same would it feel like you were dating? Would you understand that you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore? That you can kiss him and be jealous of him? If things stayed the same, would you let yourself love him freely?

“So she kissed you”, Chan points out, eyes squeezed, trying to make sense of the situation, “and she hasn’t talked about it since?”

“Yeah”, Jisung pouts, “but in her defense, I told her I didn’t need an answer immediately”

“And that was your mistake”, Hyunjin says, “you have anxiety, you always need answers immediately”

“Well, you’re not wrong”, Jisung sighs, “but I didn’t want her to feel pressured. Especially since it looked like she was about to run away if I said anything abrupt”.

“I guess she’s just confused”, Chan tries to help, “but the fact that she kissed you is a good sign”

“You think so?” Jisung looks at his older friend with puppy eyes, hopeful.

“Yeah, of course”, Chan chuckles.

“You know what?” Changbin comes in from the kitchen, he’s been listening to the whole story but didn’t say a thing until now. “You should do something romantic for her”

“Like what?” Jisung asks.

“Think about something that would be touching, something that has to do with your story together”, Chan advises, making the youngest think.

Jisung frowns, there's something that comes to mind but would you like that? Until now, he has tried to be subtle in his ways of approaching you. He wakes up earlier than you everyday and makes you eat before you go to class. He's always home when you come back at night, waiting with snacks and a movie for you two to watch together. You have been discovering a new side of him, even though you thought you knew everything about your best friend, but now Jisung watches you with heart eyes.

Would you like it if he was more romantic? He’s not even sure if you’re into that kind of thing, the boyfriends you had never made big gestures like that and you didn’t seem to care. Would you like it if it's him doing it? Well, it doesn’t hurt to try.

“Okay, I think I know what to do”, Jisung decides.

You still haven't given an answer to Jisung and that's making you feel bad, what's holding you right now? You know he likes you, but what if things don't work out, will you be able to keep being friends after all that?

To take your mind out of that for a bit, you finally graduate, after what it felt like ages. You poured all your blood, sweat and tears in the years that you spent in college, now you're finally free.

Jisung's parents and yours came to the city for your graduation celebration. You organized a dinner in a good restaurant and the night was so much fun, you laughed till your stomach hurt and your friends brought up all your embarrassing stories through all the years you spent in college.

The morning after you had trouble even opening your eyes, any light was too much and your eyes refused to open. You hear a few knocks on the door of your room, making you groan, telling the person — Jisung probably, to enter.

“You should get ready”, he says, making you frown, eyes still closed. “Don't pretend that you're still sleeping, it's afternoon”, he whines.

“I'm not pretending, my eyes can't take this much light”, you explain, you shouldn't have drank so much.

Jisung walks past you, going to the window and closing the blinds.

“Now you have no excuses”, he teases, watching as you flutter your eyes open slowly.

“Why do I need to get ready, though?” You ask, sitting down.

“We are going out”

“We are?”

“Yes, so get ready”, he informs you, walking past you in the direction of the door and leaving with no further explanation. What's this guy planning now?

You get up, grab a towel and a change of clothes and go to take a shower, knowing that arguing won't take you anywhere.

Jisung is waiting for you in the car, a cup of coffee and a sandwich waiting for you.

“Shall we?” He asks, turning on the engine when you enter the car and close the door.

“Couldn't we have had breakfast inside?” You ask, biting on the sandwich.

“It's not a breakfast if it's already afternoon”, he rolls his eyes, “I ate a long time ago and we are already late”

“Late for what?” You enquiry, sipping on the coffee.

“It's a surprise”, he grins, eyes focused on the road.

You sigh, knowing that he won't tell you, so you just finish eating while watching the scenario change, buildings turning into threes and farms.

“Don't you know how to plan dates in the city?” You ask, making him laugh.

“I do, but I wanted to do something specific on this date and I had a bit of trouble finding it”, he tells you.

The sun is already starting to set when Jisung parks in front of a school, making you from, what kind of date is this? You ask, trying to understand, until you see a crowd.

You get out, walking by yourself while Jisung locks the car, hearing his footsteps after you a few seconds later.

“What's this?” You ask, when you see the booths spread around the campus and the families and students walking around.

“A school festival”, he smiles, watching as you turn to look at him, confusion in your face. “A little bird told me that you found out about your feelings for me right around the time I took Haneul to the school festival on elementary school”, he bites on his bottom lip, “and you were there to witness my first date, even though you liked me”, he sighs, “so I thought that maybe I could make it up for that time by bringing you to a school festival, just me and you”, he explains, making your heart skip a bit. You never thought Jisung could be this romantic, you never knew you liked this kind of romantic stuff either, but the way your heart is beating makes you think that you do.

“I- Jisung I-”, you try to say but you can't form a coherent sentence, making him smile.

“Let's go, I got a lot of prizes to win for you”, he informs, stretching his hand in your direction so you can hold it and you do, you hold his hand without a second thought, ignoring his red ears and how hot your cheeks are.

You walk around the place, going to every booth, watching the performances and eating to your heart's content. Jisung is giving you food like his life depends on it, it's a mission of his to make you eat everything you set your eyes on and when you can't finish he does it for you, but he wants you to try everything.

“How are we supposed to carry all this?” You ask, arms full of the plushies he earned you.

“Like we are doing right now”, he answers, as if he has not been dropping the ones he's carrying all the time.

“You know the children must hate you, right?”

“It's not my fault if I have the power of love to help me win the big prizes”, he winks at you, making you feel your cheeks hot.

“Let's go, it's already late”, you tell him, walking faster in the direction of the car so Jisung won't notice how flustered you got.

You stuff the plushies in the backseat, feeling a few drops of rain fall on your face when you close the door, making you run to the passenger seat to escape. Jisung comes right after you, starting the car and driving back to the road.

“Can you check the forecast? I did it in the morning and there was nothing about rain”, he asks, the rain outside getting stronger.

“Sure”, you take your phone out of your pocket, searching for news about the weather. “It seems like it's one of those rains that start out of nowhere”, you explain, “and it's not going to stop any time soon”, you watch the dark road, little to no lighting.

“Should we look for a hotel, then?” Jisung asks, making you turn to him with wide eyes. “Hey! Don't get any weird ideas, we are going to separate rooms”, he informs you, covering his chest like you have the dirtiest mind.

“I didn't say anything”, you retort, crossing your arms.

“Hmph, but you thought”, he murmurs. “Can you look for a place nearby?” He asks but you were already doing that.

There's a nice hotel a few minutes from where you are and when you call them, they tell you there are rooms available but when you get there things are different.

“So… they only have a room”, you say, fidgeting.

“It's fine, I can sleep on the floor”, he shrugs, pressing for the elevator to come to you.

“Actually there are separate beds, so there's no need”, you chuckle, seeing his ears turning red.

“Great, that's great. My back appreciates it”, he rumbles, flustered like an idiot making you laugh.

The rain seems to get worse outside, now adding thunder and lightning to the chaos. The room is comfortable and clean, there's a bathroom and a minibar so you can eat something.

You take your coat, throwing it in one of the beds and walk to the window, closing the blinds and shivering watching the lightning outside. Jisung opens the fridge, looking inside to see if there’s anything interesting to eat and grabbing a bottle of water.

“Do you want it?” He asks, making you turn to look at him and nod, waiting as he walks to you, handing you the bottle.

“I think we should get to sleep soon, so we can go back early tomorrow”, you say, gulping the water and Han nods, finishing his.

You two get on your beds, it's weird to sleep in the same room as him after so long. You turn your back to him, hoping that not seeing his face is going to make it easier for you to sleep.

However, a thunder rumbles so loudly sounding like it's right by your room's window, making you jump.

“Jeez”, you squeal, covering your face with the blanket.

“Are you alright?” Jisung's voice sounds behind you, making you turn to look at him. He's staring at you, brows knit together in worry.

“I'm fine”, you tell him, even though you're not so sure.

“I know you're afraid of storms”, he sighs, biting on his bottom lip. “Do you want me to lay down with you? So you won't be so scared?”

You feel heat spreading all over you just by thinking about sleeping in the same bed as Jisung. You slept together a hundred times before so it shouldn't be so embarrassing to do it once more, but you're not sure if you're going to be able to behave if you go there.

“There's no need”, you tell him, closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep when another thunder sounds out there, seeming so much louder than before and making you jump again. “You know what? I think I'll accept your offer”, you say, watching as Jisung sits down, grabbing his pillow and blanket, standing up to move to your bed. He lays down so far from you that he's almost falling from the mattress.

“I won't bite you”, you roll your eyes, turning to look at him, facing the middle of the bed.

“I wouldn't mind if you did”, he chuckles, “I just don't want to make you uncomfortable”, he says and even with the darkness of the room, you can see his cheeks reddening when he gets closer.

“You won't make me uncomfortable, it's okay”, you put your arm down your pillow and the other one on top, your hand beneath your head, watching as Jisung fidgets, trying to find a good position without touching you. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” You enquiry, seeing as his eyes widen and he shakes his head frantically.

“Not at all, you're the person whom I feel the most comfortable with”, he confesses, making your cheeks burn and something more spread through your whole body.

Maybe things need to change. What then, if things don't workout? If you were going to think that way, you should have never confessed to your best friend in the first place. You decided to risk it all when you told him about your feelings and now he's the one pouring himself to you, waiting for you to choose him once more.

“If I asked you to kiss me now, would you?” You ask, gulping down, trying to stay calm even though your heart just turned into a hammer in your chest.

“Can I?” He asks, hopeful, watching as you nod slowly. His hands cup your face and in the split of a second his lips are on yours, his fingers caress your cheeks delicately and he holds you like you're the most fragile thing in the whole world.

This kiss is so much better, kissing him while being certain about what you're feeling is delightful. His kiss is still soft and sweet, yearning and hungry as if he's been waiting for this for a long time.

You slide your hands down his shirt, going to his back and digging your nails on his skin. He sighs on your lips, letting a little groan escape his mouth. Jisung's hands go down from your face too, sliding to your waist and hips to pull you closer to him, pressing your body against his.

When you two find it too difficult to breathe, he pulls away from you, trailing kisses down your jaw and your neck, biting on your soft skin, making you moan. Your eyes widen in embarrassment but Jisung looks at you with dark eyes, licking on his lips.

“You sound so good, please don't hold back”, he pleads, going back to marking you. “Can I take it off?” He asks, grabbing the hem of your shirt, making your whole face burn as you nod, sitting down so he can pull the piece of fabric out of your body. He watches as your chest rises and falls, you lay back down, looking around extremely flustered but he can't take his eyes out of you. You're the prettiest woman he ever got to know and he's so in love with you that it feels like his heart is about to explode.

Jisung leans closer to your face, kissing you again as you let your hands wander through his body, sliding them to his hips and digging your nails on his skin, pulling him against you, feeling his length pressing on your thigh.

“You're so pretty”, he sings praises as he kisses down your collarbone, reaching your breast and his hands go to your back, undoing your bra.

“Stop staring”, you feel your cheeks burning with the way his eyes wander through your chest.

“I can't, you're too beautiful”, he answers, leaning down do suck on your hardened peaks.

“Ji-Jisung”, your hands fly to his hair as you press him against your breasts, “that's so good”, you sigh, feeling his tongue circling around your nipple.

Jisung starts humping against your clothed core, making you gasp and groan as your hands cup his face, bringing him back to kiss you. He doesn't stop the movements of his hips, rubbing his hard cock and sighing on your lips.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks, biting on your bottom lip as he pulls away from you.

His eyes are dark like you have never seen, like he's in a daze but the reality is that Jisung is too drunk on your scent and your warmth to think about how lustful he may look at that moment.

“How much do you want it?” You tease, making him sigh, looking at you with puppy eyes, his hands going to the waistband of your pants, pulling it slightly away from your hips and playing with it, wanting to pull it down but waiting for your permission.

“I want to taste you so bad, you have no idea”, he bites on his bottom lip, “I feel like I might die if I don't feel your pussy clenching around my tongue right now”, he pleads, making your hips involuntarily thrust against his shaft, making him groan, “fuck. This is torture, please let me taste you, please”, he begs.

“I like it when you beg”, you try to pretend you're not dying to have his mouth down on you, “go ahead”

In a second Jisung is pulling your pants down, your panties going with it, he has no time to waste. He rushes to fit in between your legs, setting them over his shoulders as he kisses your inner thighs, trailing kisses closer and closer to your aching cunt.

“I can feel the scent of your arousal”, he teases, taking a deep breath, “You smell so good, baby”, he completes, making you groan in embarrassment.

“What are you, a dog?” You retort, trying to ignore the burning on your face.

“Only for you”, he grins before diving in on your pussy. Jisung attaches his mouth to your clit, the warmth of his tongue spreading all over your body and you lead your hands to his hair again, pressing him against your core. His fingers dig on your thighs like he wants to mark you, putting more strength on the way his face sticks between your legs.

“Jisung- fuck, Sungie”, you whine feeling his arm moving, his finger being inserted inside your folds. He thrust them in and out, eyes closed as he enjoys your taste, the way your juices spill all over the bed sheets, he wants every bit of it in his mouth but there's just too much, he can't have it all. It's okay though, he's planning to lick you clean everyday from now on, every time he makes you come on his tongue, he's not going to let any of your juices go to waste.

He puts another finger inside you, finally opening his eyes when he feels your walls fluttering around his knuckles.

“Fuck, are you gonna cum baby?” He asks, the look of pleasure in your face is so much that he has to hump against the bed to get some relief, his cock is throbbing so much, he feels he can cum just by looking at you.

“Y-hmm”, you are unable to form a whole word, the feeling spreading all over your body is too overwhelming, it's making you dazed and you can't think properly but you nod to him, hoping Jisung can understand that he shouldn't stop, not right now.

“Shit, y/n, come for me, please, I want to taste you coming on my tongue”, he tells you, going back to licking your cunt. He can feel the moment you cum, not just because you moan so loudly he thinks the other people on that floor can hear it but because your hole gets tighter around his fingers. You arch your back, hands going to the sheets as you grab them for dear life.

As you come down from your high, you're embarrassed to open your eyes. You never thought Jisung was one to do the whole dirty talking thing but if you think about it, there are quite a couple of things you didn't know about him.

You feel his kisses coming up your stomach, forcing you to open your eyes, you prop up on your elbows, watching him sneaking closer to you.

“Was it good?” He asks and you feel your whole face burning again but you nod anyways, feeling breathless when he smiles brightly, ears turning red.

You're ready to ask something but the huge bulge in his pants makes you gulp, staring for a second until his eyes follow yours and he blushes, turning with his stomach down so he can hide that part from you.

“Can I suck you off too?” You ask, licking your lips, suddenly eager to feel him coming on your mouth.

“I- I really want you to”, he clears his throat, looking around embarrassed, “but I don't think I'm gonna last long if I feel your pretty lips around me”, he says, making a huge smile grow on your lips.

“I never thought you'd be such a sweet talker in bed”, you confess, still squirming to his words.

Jisung smiles, leaning closer to you know, his chest pressed against yours and his length brushing on your leg.

“So, did you thought about how it would feel like if I fucked you?” His eyes darken again.

“I mean, lately you have been showing too much skin, it would be impossible for me not to have any dirty thoughts”, you confess.

“Fuck”, he groans, “do you want to keep goin?” He asks, kissing your neck, going up to your jaw and then your lips, “I don't have a condom but I'm sure we can make it work without putting it in”, he stares at you expectantly.

You feel the warmth on your lower stomach spread to all your body, shouldn't you feel less turned on now that you came?

“I- I'm on the pill, so…” you start saying and his eyes widen to your suggestion.

“Are you sure, it's okay if we don't-”

“I want to”, you assure him, “I want to feel all of you inside me, you have no idea how much I want to”, you plead and Jisung breathes a laugh, he's glad to see you're as desperate as he is.

“Okay”, he nods, “but if you want to stop at any time just tell me”, he says as he gets up from the bed to take his pants and underwear off.

When Jisung cock springs out of his underwear, hitting his stomach, you can't hold the moan that escapes your lips as you watch how painfully hard he is. He crawls back to your side, letting his hand rest on your stomach as he kisses you again.

“Do you have a position you want to be in?” He asks, shyly, as if you both are not fully naked in front of each other.

“I'd like to stay on top if it's okay”, you whisper and he nods.

“Yeah, I'd love that”, he says, laying down after giving you a peck on the lips. You take a deep breath before kissing him too, mouth trailing down his jaw and neck. You mark him, giving him hickeys all around his chest.

Jisung cups your face, bringing your lips to his as you throw a leg over his hip, rubbing your wet folds on the length of his cock, that small stimulation making you moan.

“Shit, you're so hot”, he whines, biting on his bottom lip as he stares at you. You chuckle, grabbing his shaft and positioning it on your entrance, closing your eyes and sighing to the mere pressure of his head splitting your foulds in a half. You sink down on his cock, moaning loudly, feeling him stretching you out perfectly.

“Oh- oh, this is so good, fuck”, you whine, letting yourself get used to the feeling.

“You're so tight”, he groans, hands going straight to your hips, digging his fingers on the flesh. “It feels so good inside you”

Jisung closes his eyes, overwhelmed with you, it's too much, your warmth is hugging him, making him whine and groan like an animal. But he wants you to feel as good as he's feeling, so he takes one of his hands from your hip to your mouth, brushing his middle and index fingers on your lips.

“Suck on them, baby”, he asks, making you moan and do as you're told. Jisung grins, taking his hand down to your core and pressing them on your clit, making circles around the puffy bud.

“Ah- Sungie, that's- that's too much”, you whine riding him slowly, feeling your orgasm growing at each passing second. The knot on your stomach ready to burst when you feel his cock throbbing inside you, making you open your eyes to look at him.

He's stunning even coming undone beneath you, Jisung has his lips partially open, his hair stuck on his sweaty forehead and his moans are just like music to your years, the prettiest sound he ever made and it's just yours now, it's just for you to hear it.

“I'm gonna come! Y/n, I'm gonna come”, he warns you so you can get off him if you want to but you sink deeper, causing him to reach his orgasm, spilling his hot cum inside you. You follow him shortly when he puts more pressure on your clit while he's coming, making you tremble and moan as you spasm with pleasure.

You fall down on his chest, feeling Jisung's arms wrap around you as he gently lays you down by his side. He pulls the blanket to cover you and gives you a kiss on the top of your head as he watches you blinking into sleep.

Jisung wakes up to an empty bed. His hand wanders through the sheets, searching for your warm body to snuggle in as he opens his eyes but he finds nothing, just a cold space.

He sits on the bed to look around, trying to find you but you're nowhere to be seen and suddenly dread takes over him. Did you go home? Did you leave him behind? Did you regret spending the night with him?

Those thoughts break his heart, he looks around once more just to make sure he's not mistaken and you're actually there with him. He gets up, putting on sweatpants and walking to the bathroom. He knocks a few times, hoping that you're there, that you're going to tell him to wait because you're in there but no sound comes back to him and when he opens the door the space is empty.

Jisung sits down on the edge of the bathtub, he wants to cry. He shouldn't have expected you to stay with him just because you spent one night together, he should have known that, but why does it hurt so much? Why does he feel like a part of his heart was ripped out?

He sighs, guessing this is your answer to his confession. Could you still be friends after what happened last night? He can't be sure. He goes around the room, collecting the rest of his things and finishing getting dressed, couldn't you have waited for him? The keys are still on the table, so how did you go home without the car?

When he's grabbing said keys though, the room's door swings open, welcoming in a very sweaty you.

“Ah, you're up?” You pout, “I thought I would be able to come back before you woke up”, you smile. How can you smile like that when you just broke his heart? How could you have disappeared?

“You came back?” He asks, arms falling limp by his sides. He stares at you with the eyes of a wounded puppy and that's when you know you did something you shouldn't.

“Yeah? You thought I left you?” You tease, trying to be funny but when he sulks, eyes growing glossy, it sinks in. “You did”, you come to the conclusion, closing the door behind you.

You walk to Jisung, putting the bag you have in your hands on the table.

“I went to buy breakfast but it turns out there aren't many places that sell decent food around here”, you explain, “it ended up taking more time than it was supposed to, I should have left a note. I'm sorry”

“I thought you had decided that you didn't want to stay with me”, Jisung whines, “that after last night you found out that I'm not enough for you anymore. That I really ruined everything”, he cries out, a single tear running down his cheek.

“Jisung, of course I wouldn't leave you behind even if I had decided I didn't want to date you”, you tell him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it, trying to give him some reassurance.

“I was even preparing a speech in my head”, he pouts, “about how even if we don't date I'd still see you the same way. I'd be by your side forever even if it's not romantically, I'd be happy to watch you live your life, even if it's with someone else as long as you were happy”, he tells you. “Your love was already something I couldn't reach so I'm grateful that you gave me the chance to show you how much I love you”

“So you're going to be happy even if I marry someone else?” You question, making him sulk even more.

“I won't be happy but if you're that's enough for me”

“But I wouldn't want my boyfriend to be happy that I'm marrying someone else”, you tell him, smiling slightly as you watch the sentence you just said sink in on him and the sparkling grow in his eyes.

“Bo-boyfriend?” He asks, hesitant.

“Of course, or did you think I'd smash then dash?” You chuckle, his cheeks turn red and he pouts pulling you closer with the hand you have holding yours.

“So you love me back, right?” He questions, making you smile, nodding.

“I do”

“‘Cause I love you so much it feels like my heart is about to burst”, he says, putting your hand on his chest, his heart beating like crazy, making you smile. “Then, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Ye-”, his lips are on yours before you can finish the sentence, making you sigh, just forgetting about the breakfast and also to check out, calling the reception and updating your stay for another half day.

When you show up at Jeongin’s birthday holding hands and looking lovey dovey, everyone sighs relieved and you have to hear Minho’s and Seungmin's sarcastic ass saying “finally” and “I thought I would die before you two would finally fuck”, respectively.

Your daily life with Jisung went about almost the same as before, except that now you'd basically share the same room, you'd rarely sleep in yours. You make food and take it to the company when he's too busy, sometimes you even stay there till late in the night, waiting for him to finish recording so he can come home with you and cuddle in bed until you two fall asleep.

Your parents don't make a big deal about it, you swore your father would make you move to another place after the news came out but he just sighed, telling you that he knew this would happen someday and that he's happy you are dating someone as good as Jisung.

A few months go by and your relationship is still going smoothly. Of course you have some arguments here and there but nothing that you can't fix with a conversation.

You accepted the proposal of the guys to go touring with them and that's how you ended up in their dressing room, waiting for them to get back there after their last show on the tour.

The door opens and you hear the boys' loud voices coming in, greeting them and telling how nice the show was.

“You see how hard your future husband works?” Jisung brags, walking up to you and pulling you aside. He wraps his arms around you and you feel your cheeks burn, you still feel flustered to hear him saying this kind of thing.

“Future husband?” You tease, giggling as he pouts, frowning.

“Yeah, or do you let any man do this to you?” He pulls you closer and gives you a peck on the lips.

“Maybe?” You tease, making him stare at you with his brows raised, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“It seems like you need some punishment”, he sighs, looking at his hands before attaching them to your stomach, tickling you.

“Stop!” You scream, laughing and trying to get away from him.

“Say you're only mine”, he pouts, tickling you even more.

“Jisung, I'm gonna kill you”, you struggle to say between giggles.

“I'll die happily if you say I'm the only one for you”, he pushes, pressing his fingers even harder against your stomach.

“Okay, alright”, you give in, making him stop to look at you. “You are the only one for me and I'm all yours, happy?” You roll your eyes, watching his pout turning into a big smile.

“Say it one more time”, he whines.

“I love you”, you say, making Jisung stare at you for a moment, before his cheeks start turning pink.

“I'll never get tired of hearing that”, he smiles, holding your hand and bringing it to his mouth for him to kiss. “I love you”, he says, leaning in for a kiss, the sweetest you have ever shared.

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when the sea calls for three | 3

Pairings: Azriel x Reader x Eris

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Autumn Court

“She’s late!” Eris's voice thundered through the hallway, his steps echoing on the stone floors of Forest House. You remained composed, waiting patiently as you heard his approach. Knowing full well the fiery storm that would follow.

The doors burst open with a forceful push, and Eris entered into the room like a whirlwind, his expression a mixture of frustration and impatience. He opened his mouth to unleash a barrage of complaints, only to falter as he caught sight of you seated calmly with his mother, sharing tea.

There was that fire. A flicker of it anyway.

You were no stranger to the fiery nature of the Vanserra’s. Lucien had his own, but it was interesting how differently it manifested in them.

Lucien’s heat was like a welcoming hearth, radiating warmth and comfort like a cosy fireplace. But beneath, lurked potential. His fire, always crackling, could easily spread if provoked.

Beron had always been like a volcanic eruption, spitting burning molten fury upon anyone who crossed his path with no warning or restraint.

Restraint was something you felt Eris had a multitude of.

He was different. His fire felt different. Always simmering, on the verge of boiling over but never quite reaching it. It was as if he had learned to temper his flames, dampening them in the presence of his father. Now, with Beron gone, perhaps that simmering intensity would finally have the chance to ignite into something new.

You guessed only time would tell.

Sensing the tension, Lady Autumn, Hestia, intervened with a gentle smile. "I must apologise, my son," she began, her tone soothing. "I simply couldn't resist stealing y/n away for a quick catch-up. Don't hold her responsible when it is I that is at fault"

You couldn't help but smirk, finding amusement in the sight of Eris momentarily caught off guard. His previous expression of frustration changed into something that bore indifference.

As you and Lady Hestia rose to greet him, she enveloped you in a warm embrace, "We're all thrilled to have you here. Oh, how I wish your mother could see you now. She would be bursting with pride." Genuine love left those words. The mention of your late mother stirred a bittersweet ache in your heart, and you noticed how even Eris’ expression softened.

"I'll leave you both to it," Lady Hestia beamed once more, her gaze shifting between you and Eris with pride. “I believe the pair of you will do wonderful things for this court. Together.” She held one of your hands in hers, while her other rested gently on her son's cheek. Leaning in, her voice softened to a whisper. "I'm proud of you too, you know."

Eris's expression softened further at his mother's words, a mix of emotions flickering across his features. He had brought an end to it all—his father's reign, the tyranny that had gripped them all. For his mother, for his brothers, for his people. He had taken the ultimate risk, and succeeded. You knew if it was Beron that still stood here to today, he would have had no part in this new peace treaty.

If not for Eris's courage, well, you wouldn’t be standing here in Autumn today either, ready to forge a new path forward.

Despite the poor reputation that often preceded him, you had always suspected there was more to Eris than met the eye. Beneath that hard molten exterior, you were sure a kindness lingered.

A small flicker of a flame.

A rare spark you had glimpsed in your younger years– a quality that you knew came from Hestia. It was a golden thread of hope you clung to, that perhaps beneath all those hard layers, the real Eris would now reveal himself.

That maybe he was more like Lucien than either of them would ever admit.

However, he made it all too easy to believe the opinions of others when he looked at you like that. His unreadable expression, stoic and yet fiery with eyes that harboured resentment.

Who were you kidding? This was Eris Vanserra.

Eris reluctantly led you down the winding corridors of Forest House. You’d forgotten how large this place was, how deep the levels went. Memories of your childhood flickered through your mind as you recalled times where you and Lucien had ran down these very halls. Eris hadn’t taken you to the lower levels, instead he showed you the way to the western wing on one of the higher floors.

Eris halted before a grand oak door. With a subtle gesture, he swung it open to reveal the spacious chamber beyond. "This room is yours." Eris announced, his tone begrudging.

He could have just got a member of his staff to do this. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you realised he was trying. That perhaps years of pretending to be this evil heir to appease his father may actually take time to erase.

So you would give him a chance. As you were giving all the courts, it was only fair.

Stepping inside, you were greeted by the warmth of a crackling fire and the inviting embrace of luxurious furnishings. The bed, adorned with sheets in hues of burnt orange and chocolate. A sight that made you want to curl up on the sheets there and then, Autumn had always been cosy. A large ornate wooden desk occupied one corner, while a private washroom beckoned from the side.

You surveyed the space with a sense of amusement, a soft chuckle escaping your lips at the indulgent opulence. The quietness of the quarters enveloped you, the secluded area obvious.

Was he hiding you in this part of the house? You’d noticed how it was far from the heart of the home.

"Do I have this entire wing to myself?" you quipped playfully, your eyes dancing with amusement as you turned to face Eris.

Eris's response was matter-of-fact. "My quarters reside in this part of the house” he states plainly, his expression revealing a hint of reluctance.

Surprised by his choice, you press further. "You haven't taken up the High Lord's quarters?"

A moment of emotion passes over Eris's features as he shakes his head. "I don't want to displace my mother from the room she's spent centuries in. Plus, I have no desire to inhabit my father's spaces. This part of the house has always been mine."

You nod in understanding, appreciating his unwavering respect and love he’s always had for his mother. A quality all of his brothers had.

Although you assumed there was more to it than just a son’s respect for his mother. Were there areas of the house he didn’t want to go? Parts where his father’s presence still lingered.

“It’s eerily quiet…” you raised a brow, stepping to look outside the large window onto the beautiful autumn scenery.

“It is.” Eris's voice held a hint of amusement as he joined you by the window, his gaze following yours to the tranquil landscape outside. “It's so I can hear you if you get up to any trouble. My chamber is only down the hall.”

Ah, how quickly the taunts came. How natural this felt despite it being centuries.

Familiar, teasing and warm. His words had always felt like that when he spoke to you.

“Always so paranoid Eris…but good to know you’re only down the hall should I need you” you replied with a hum, only to watch that glint in Eris’ eyes turn playful.

“And why would you need me, little mouse?” His tone was teasing, and the old nickname sent a wave of nostalgia washing over you.

Little mouse.

That pet name. One you had almost forgotten about. The name instantly transporting you back to a time when you did indeed feel like a little mouse beneath Eris’ fox-like smile.

Did he remember too? That time you almost gave yourself to him…

You were at a ball, where you had slipped away, seeking solace from the overwhelming social obligations and the awkward third-wheeling as your friends found their own romantic pursuits for the evening. In the dimly lit corridors of the grand ballroom, you sought refuge away from the echoing sounds of laughter and music. You leaned against the cool marble walls, tugging at the tight corset around your waist.

It was then that Eris's voice, smooth and dark, pierced the silence around you. "What is Lucien's little girlfriend doing out here all alone?" His presence had seemed to materialise out of nowhere, his figure looming closer as he prowled towards you with a predatory grace.

You had rolled your eyes at his predictable taunts, a hint of exasperation tingeing your tone. "Really, Eris, that joke is getting old."

You watched as he came to stand in front of you, his presence already warming you. And you weren’t sure if that was because of the fire in his veins or the effect he had on you. It was perhaps not one of your proudest moments, but yes you may have had a small crush on your best friend’s older brother. His cold exterior usually scared most away, but there was a warmth in his eyes that you hadn’t been able to ignore.

You couldn't deny that you often found your eyes searching for Eris during your visits to Lucien. It was a fleeting fascination.

"Then if you are not my brother’s... does that mean this little mouse is available for the taking?" His words dripped with dark humour, tone laced with a hint of something more. You felt your cheeks flush with heat, betraying any composure you had.

As he leaned in close, the proximity between you electrifying, you found yourself at a loss for words. You were never at a loss for words, but somehow in the presence of Eris you were. He looked like a fox ready to feast on you, and there was a part of you that was willing to let him. Maybe it was low inhibitions from faerie wine, or simply the desire to have someone’s attention that night, but you would have let Eris devour you.

But then as his stare took in your expression, his gaze softened for a moment. It was only fleeting, but whatever had crossed his mind was enough for him to abruptly pull away and head back into the ballroom.

The rejection tasted bitter in your mouth, and so you pushed that feeling deep, deep, deep inside of yourself.

Eris seemed to wet his lip with his tongue as if recognising where that name had taken you, and he was relishing in it. “I guess if the little mouse finds herself needing a comforting presence at night I’m not too far away. Maybe if you ask nicely I might even let you share my be-”

You smacked his arm hard, cutting off whatever inappropriate sentence he was going to finish with. This was your fault really, you’d opened the gates to this type of talk. But it was so familiar, you couldn’t help yourself. It was like you were 21 again with that stupid all consuming crush on your best friend's older brother.

Old habits died hard it seemed.

You weren’t 21 anymore though, and you wouldn’t crumble under his stare. He was watching you now, curious to know if he had gone too far but that soft smirk spread across your lips giving him the satisfaction he needed.

“Careful High Lord,” You mused “Careful.” and with that you turned “Come, we have work to do.”

You had given him your warning, and yet it very much felt like a challenge to his ears.

༄

You and Eris sat in his office, staring at the miniscule pile of submissions that had been sent in by his court. While Summer and Night's inhabitants had been perhaps overly forthcoming in expressing their thoughts, Autumn's court remained eerily silent.

You flicked through the handful of submissions, each one echoing the same sentiment: satisfaction with the status quo.

They were reluctant to rock the boat.

Eris let out a frustrated sigh, dragging his hands down his face in exasperation. "My father has instilled so much fear into the land that they're too scared to even present their problems," he muttered bitterly, his gaze fixed on the sparse pile of papers.

You took a moment to digest his words before speaking up. "But you are not your father, Eris."

He looked up at you, a glimmer of doubt in his eyes. "No, but to some, they consider me just as bad."

Why was it in the unspoken you truly heard him.

Am I just as bad?

Your heart clenched tightly at his doubts. "Then let's show them you're not," you suggested, your voice firm with determination.

Without waiting for a response, you stood up from your chair and walked out of the room, expecting him to follow. True to form, Eris hurried after you, his steps quickening to match your pace.

“Little mouse, I’m not fond of chasing.” Eris shouted, his voice echoing through the corridors of Forest House. You hastened your steps, keeping ahead of Eris’ footsteps.

As he caught up and grabbed your hand hard, pulling you to a stop, you couldn't help but notice the flicker of annoyance in his expression. "Looks like you chased me anyway," you quipped with a playful smile, glancing down at your intertwined fingers.

His hand was warm and firm, yet with a roughness that differed from the Shadowsigner’s touch.

Why were you comparing them?

You pulled your hand from his quickly, not giving yourself another moment to linger on how his skin felt against yours. “We need to change the narrative Eris, let’s meet your people directly.”

Eris didn’t object, his gaze lingering on his hand for a moment before he scoffed, shaking his head. You could have sworn he wanted to smile. “You’ve always been so hard to say no to.”

“It’s because I’m always right” You sang, stepping out into the crisp autumn air, the leaves crunching beneath your feet as you made your way towards the nearest town. Eris following closely beside you.

The townspeople of Autumn seemed to scatter like leaves in the wind at the sight of their red-headed High Lord, their gazes darting away or pretending to be engrossed in their tasks. It was a reaction Eris had grown accustomed to, one that grated on his nerves more than he cared to admit. His stoic demeanour, a shield he'd always worn, now seemed to be the very barrier keeping his people at arm's length.

Approaching a farmer with a stall brimming with fresh autumn produce, you noticed the tension in the man's shoulders as he glanced nervously at Eris behind you. His wooden stand boasted an array of vibrant fruits and vegetables. "Could I buy a bag?" you asked with a warm smile, trying to ease the farmer's apprehension.

His response was tentative as he began to bag up some plump blackberries for you. "Has your harvest been good this week?" you inquired, attempting to strike up conversation.

He seemed hesitant at first to reply, but you introduced yourself with a small smile. Vaguely brushing over your new role, and what you, as well as Eris were setting out to do during this new reign of peace. The farmer rolled his shoulders back as if finding confidence. "I've been lucky… but some of the land has been struggling. There's a blight on some of the soil," he replied cautiously, his eyes still avoiding Eris's imposing figure.

"No one notified me," Eris interjected, his tone firm and harsh. But you knew there was an underlying concern that rang in his words.

"Apologies, your grace. With your father... may the cauldron bless him... he didn't like us to inform him of these issues, only to rectify them," the farmer explained, bowing slightly.

Eris went rigid, and you gave him a soft glare as if to remind him that he was supposed to be painting a new narrative here.

"I will send a harvest healer down to the farms. Please inform me if you come across such problems again," Eris instructed, his tone softer this time.

As the farmer passed you the bag of berries, Eris unexpectedly dropped a few gold coins into the man's hand, overpaying for the fruit. "Thank you, your grace," the farmer murmured gratefully before retreating.

Despite Eris's efforts, it was evident that it would take time for his people to see him in a different light. Coaxing more residents to open up proved challenging with Eris looming behind you, his presence an obvious deterrent. Determined to find a solution, you gently looped your arm through his, eliciting a faint frown and a subtle pull away from him. "What are you doing?" he grimaced at your touch.

Gods, you’d have thought you’d burned him with his reaction.

"Softening your image. Having a pretty thing on your arm won't do you any harm," you remarked with a playful smile, hoping to chip away at the walls he'd built around himself, one touch at a time.

But despite how playful your reply was, your action was thought out. Having your charismatic smiley self on the arm of Eris, you hoped would sweeten his image, even just a little.

He merely rolled his eyes, his expression veering towards indifference, yet he didn't pull away. Your arm wrapped around his, drawing you intimately close, the warmth of the Vanserra male warding off the chill of the crisp autumn air. His scent enveloped you, a familiar blend of crackling fire, cloves, and cinnamon.

Being this close to him wasn’t awful, a younger version of you may have even longed for this.

Your plan had indeed worked. There was an undeniable charm in the sight of you hanging on the arm of the High Lord that seemed to thaw the reserve of the people, coaxing smiles and candid conversations from them.

The final stop for your visit was a bakery, one you remembered fondly from past visits. The sweet aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, triggering a wave of nostalgia. "Please tell me you still have the pumpkin cream pie," you requested eagerly, your eyes lighting up. The baker's response was warm, and she quickly set about preparing one for you to take away. "You don’t understand how much I’ve missed this," you confessed, your excitement palpable. Eris had joined you by now, leaning casually against a nearby wall as he observed the interaction.

His expression softened as he watched you, the warmth of your personality radiating as you engaged with the baker. It was a quality of yours that had always drawn people to you, even from a young age.

You had a way with words, a knack for always saying just the right thing. Whether it was to win an argument, gain the favour of opinion or uplift someone, the correct words always rolled off your tongue.

Pretty words from that pretty mouth.

Of course Eris knew the reason behind your charm, a secret he had long kept to himself. He knew of the abilities his little mouse possessed.

He realised how long his gaze had settled on you, and it didn't escape his notice how the staff watched closely, some of them with a light tinge of pink covering their cheeks as they blushed,giggled and whispered between one another. In that moment, he realised the true power of having a ‘pretty thing’ on his arm.

Meanwhile, you were busy savouring the pumpkin cream, licking it off your finger with relish. "Gods, this is so good," you exclaimed, your smile infectious. But as you glanced up, you caught his unreadable gaze, and a hint of concern flickered in your eyes.

Had you been too casual? Falling into this familiarity with him had felt so natural that you hadn’t even considered if it was maybe a tad unprofessional. Not that there would be anyone to reprimand you, but you did want to succeed in this role.

Swallowing, you decided to steer the conversation back to business. "I think this approach worked," you remarked, attempting to gauge his reaction. He was still looking forward as you both walked back to Forest House. "They were quite forthcoming with concerns once we got them to open up. There are a few areas I feel as though I'd be able to support." But his face remained inscrutable, as if he were pondering something much weightier.

Then, unexpectedly, he spoke, halting your steps in their tracks. "I want you to help me find a wife," he declared, his tone serious.

The request caught you off guard, though in hindsight, perhaps it shouldn't have. After all, he was the High Lord, and finding a suitable partner to rule his court with, and of course produce an heir, would be a natural priority for him.

"Of course, Eris," you replied, your tone as composed as you could manage.

Why had the notion left you so uncomposed?

He smirked then softly “You were right about having a pretty thing on my arm. It worked…Plus it’s probably about time.”

You paused for a moment, your own lips spreading into a smile at what he had said. A younger version of you would have relished in this, being called ‘pretty’ by him. Perhaps, there was a version of you now that enjoyed it too.

"I'll begin looking into potential suitors for you right away." You decided to say, not trusting your usual snarky remarks.

“You can even look for those outside of Autumn, to help with your peace treaty and alliances or whatever. No one from that bastard Night Court though.”

You nodded with a soft chuckle. He had given you an olive branch. A martial alliance would be a great addition to this new era of peace.

Things were falling into place better than you had expected.

But beneath the surface, there was a pang, a feeling you couldn't quite decipher. Something you didn't dare acknowledge even to yourself.

༄

Dawn Court

Dawn had been the easier of the four courts to manage, with Thesan being your own High Lord. You had both arranged an in-person meeting for his people to gather and discuss their concerns in the flesh.

During Amarantha's reign, Dawn had stood steadfast in protecting its borders, thanks in part to your efforts. Reflecting on that time was hard, it brought back a mix of emotions and memories, ones you liked to leave in the depth of your mind. But the duty to defend your home had never sat comfortably with you, yet it was a responsibility you willingly shouldered. As a result, you had earned the admiration and affection of your people.

It was ironic how once some of them had considered you and your family as outsiders, but now they revered you, often laying flowers at your feet. Pressing gifts into your hands and singing your blessings when you walked the streets. The praises and gifts had quietened down since the conflicts, but you often found a bouquet of flowers at your front door, or were stopped in the streets to be embraced.

Despite the concerns shared by all of Prythian, Dawn exhibited a sense of optimism amid the lingering apprehension about border openings. Morale remained low, and safety remained a paramount concern, but there was an obvious excitement about the prospect of travelling between courts. They wanted this new peace treaty to succeed, and they were willing to help in any way they could to change that.

For two days, you assisted Thesan in managing the affairs of Dawn, aiding him in delegating tasks and prioritising court matters. As the sun set on your final night, you retired to your townhouse nestled in the heart of the city.

As you slumped into your living room, the sound of a deep voice filled the space. "And she finally finishes," the voice chuckled warmly.

Lucien, Jurian, and Vassa were sprawled across your couch and armchairs, making themselves at home in the space you had graciously offered them for their gatherings when they were in Prythian. They had a manor in the mortal lands, but you opened your home to them for when they needed to be more inland.

You greeted them with a smile, leaning down to plant soft kisses on Vassa and Jurian's cheeks in greeting, before turning to Lucien. You passed him a small box, with a slice of Pumpkin Cream Pie inside. It elicited a chuckle as he picked up the slice.

“Oh you treat me so well doll.” he smirked, before devouring the slice in a few bites.

"So, have you not been on the continent?" you asked, finding your place next to Lucien and propping your feet up on his lap as you sank back into the couch.

You were utterly exhausted.

The first few weeks of this you had anticipated to be tough, but the amount of work was somewhat excessive. And it would start all over again tomorrow. The cycle repeating. Summer, Night, Autumn, Dawn.

"We were, but these two insisted on seeing you, and for the upcoming week, it's easier for them to be among the solar courts," Lucien explained with a shrug.

Vassa offered a small smile, though her discomfort at using your home without you was evident.

"Don't worry about it," you reassured her, waving off her concerns. You had known what she wanted to say within the unspoken. "My home is yours to use as you please. Besides, I'm hardly here these days anyway, so please, make yourselves at home."

With that, Jurian flashed a grin, sauntering over to your nearby trolley bearing a decanter filled with amber liquid. He quickly poured four glasses, passing them around.

“So, give us the rundown,” Jurian inquired, his gaze shifting between the two of you. You exchanged a glance with Lucien; you hadn't even had time to correspond with him this week, a reality you believed would continue. Tilting your head slightly, you encouraged Lucien to go first, while you sipped on your drink. The alcohol instantly warming your throat.

That was exactly what you needed after the long week.

Lucien began to list the concerns and events of his week, there was a clear similarity across Phyrthian you noticed. Morale was low, and people still felt divisive. Despite the unity forged in the war, that comradery hadn’t seemed to extend. Lucien gave your sock-covered feet a playful pinch, causing you to recoil them from his lap with a feigned glare. "Your turn," he quipped, prompting you to take the floor.

You ran them through your week, highlighting the issues and developments you encountered in the courts you were managing.

"You've opened up trade agreements for Summer, got Night to agree to a school, and are on the hunt for marriage suitors for my brother... Jeez, what else?" Lucien summarised with a scoff and eye roll.

"We can't all be as good as me, Lucie," you retorted, playfully nudging him with your elbow.

"Eris didn't give you too much of a hard time, did he?" Jurian asked playfully, his tone laced with familiarity.

It was nice to see how close Lucien had gotten with Jurian and Vassa, especially since his friendship fell apart with Tamlin. Lucien deserved this, deserved a circle.

You let out a nonchalant hum, absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair. "You know, Eris isn't all that bad..." you trailed off, your thoughts drifting.

"Maybe not with you... He's always had a soft spot for you," Lucien interjected, shaking his head with a knowing look.

You playfully kicked your foot against his thigh. "What's that supposed to mean?"

A knowing smirk tugged at Lucien's lips. "You know exactly what it means. He's just always been softer with you."

You rolled your eyes, recalling your recent interactions with Eris. Soft was not a word you would use to describe him—perhaps playful or teasing, a little mean even, but not soft.

"What were the infamous Inner Circle like to be amongst?" Vassa interjected, redirecting the conversation.

"Fine, polite, worked hard," you replied, feeling Lucien's subtle fidgeting beside you. You knew the question he wanted to ask but didn't dare. "She wasn't there; I haven't met her yet," you added softly, referring to his mate.

You watched as your friend glanced down at his drink from your words, his usual witty exterior faltering for a moment. Lucien hadn’t indulged you in the finer details of what had transpired between him, Elain and the Shadowsinger. What had caused Elain’s abrupt withdrawal of contact from them both, but the strain it had on him was obvious.

The one thing Lucein had shared, was that she hadn’t outright rejected the bond yet, you hoped that was some glimmer of something worth holding onto.

Your fingers moved instinctively, reaching out to gently press against your friend's cheek. His eyes fluttered shut momentarily at your touch, before you playfully pulled on his cheek with a tug. "Get out of that pretty little head of yours, Lucie," you teased, tapping his cheek once more.

The touch had pulled his mind back to reality, as he swore under his breath and smacked your hand away.

"Gods, you fae are so complicated, with all your complexities, bonds and relationships," Jurian quipped, his tone laced with amusement. You couldn't deny he had a point. Whether politically, platonically, or romantically, there always seemed to be layers upon layers, it’s what was making your new job all that much harder.

"Oh like you humans are any better." Lucien retorted quickly, there was a playfulness in his tone as he sipped on his drink.

"I'm sure if everyone got together and shared some drinks, we'd all be fine," Vassa added, as she raised her drink in the air. The liquid sloshing in her glass.

"Yeah, why can't we all just get shit-faced and go dancing or something? Nothing bonds people like a shared hangover," Jurian grinned.

The room filled with laughter as Lucien remarked something about the last time Jurian was hungover, Vassa quipping in. Your thoughts left you for a moment as they drifted to what Jurian had said.

Getting drunk and dancing had always been a release you’d loved, one shared by most fae and humans. Perhaps one the the few similarities you all shared. And although "getting shit-faced" wasn't the most elegant phrase, the sentiment behind it rang true.

“You two are actually onto something there…” you spoke, the words leaving your lips as your idea formed in your mind. You’d sat up now, looking at Lucien who only frowned at you.

"I'm pretty sure we can't arrange for everyone to have a huge piss-up," Lucien remarked dryly. “As much as I’d love it, it doesn’t feel very…appropriate.”

"We’re obviously not going to organise some sleazy boozer” you rolled your eyes at him.

“Shame.” Jurian piped up.

“But we can arrange a ball.” You smiled that dangerous grin that you knew Lucien found hard to ignore. “Phyrthian’s first ever Peace Ball” you continued, coining the term there and then.

Lucien leaned back into the couch, still looking at you as he digested your words. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, perhaps figuring out logistics for your outrageous idea.

But slowly that fox-like grin you loved so much spread across his lips.

He put his glass up in the air “A fucking Peace Ball…”

You quickly raised your glass with a chuckle, Vassa and Jurian raising theirs too.

Trade agreements, a school, diplomatic martial arrangments and now…a fucking Peace Ball. Lucien had made the right call bringing you on board; there was no one more convincing, more persuasive in all of Prythian. You and your pretty words would bring peace to this land, even if you had to force it upon them.

“Cheers!”

Next Part >> coming soon.

a/n: Decided to post this early, sorry again if it's a little boring, just trying to set everything up. Would love to know what you think so far. How are you expecting this story to unfold? Is there anything in particular you're hoping to see with the story/characters/relationships? Would love your input <3 - Lottie

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lexirosewrites · 22 days ago

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Kinda sorta sleeping beauty AU EPILOGUE

Later, Steve would push the doors of the keep open as if they'd never been locked. Then he began to explain to the gathering townsfolk the whole of the story. He explained tht his father had met a woman who lived within the lake, they fell in love & they both wished for her to join him on the land as his wife. Together they made a bargain with something ancient below the water, they were told tht while the wish for legs & land & air would b granted his father would have to lose something precious to the water every full moon.

For 3 years the lord would feed the lake jewels, books, rare wines, anything he could reasonably deem precious. Till his mother became pregnant w him, and he was born upon a full moon in midsummer. Then his mother faded away till she died peacefully by the following full moon.

She left behind her husband, her infant son, and a shining silver dagger she'd brought w her from the lake as a dowry. Her funeral involved her being set off floating across the water in the boat he'd use when she was still living in the water.

Steve went on to explain he'd begun hearing the lake call to him in his sleep upon his 10th year & the next full moon as his father walked on his way to feed the lake a bolt of silk he'd found Steve walking in a trance nearly out the doors of the keep. From tht night onwards he'd spend every full moon guarded within his room. He was never locked in, but the guards were instructed to keep him from wandering out of the keep. Robin had been his handmaid, & when the month tht his father was ill resulted in no one guarding his door she’d followed him all the way to the lake.

Robin then interjected tht when they'd got to the lake she'd tried to stop him from getting in the water by running ahead into it herself. Only to b grabbed & nearly pulled under till Steve sang for her deep within his trance. He sang for her to fly away from the water & follow her heart wherever it may lead.

"You were always my platonic soulmate, of course I stayed." Robin wiped away her own tears before the two hugged where they sat beside the large fireplace of the keeps main hall roaring with warmth.

Steve continued the story, he only ever saw Robin as a bird unless it was the days leading to a full moon. Then they'd meet as secretly as they could & plan for Steve to run away from the lake. But then his 19th birthday was on a full moon & the party went late into the night. So late in fact tht by the time everyone had gone abed no one had noticed the young omega walk through town to the water.

His father barely managed to reach the dock in time to watch Steve float away on the row boat tht had taken his mother's body away. As his father cried & begged the lake to spare his only son, the product of his parents impossible love, the lake answered.

His son would sleep in a peaceful dream, protection would grow around him as he slept, & tht one day a knight not trained in fighting would overcome trials set by the lake. So his father left tht night, wrote a message upon the parchment, & tacked it to the door w the silver dagger his wife left behind telling him before her death tht it'd b instrumental in bringing their son home.

So Steve dreamed, the island grew up from the lake overnight, & for over 100 years Steve dreamed abt an alpha w dark curls & a King's Favor & a scent like the spice of burning cedar logs. He dreamed till suddenly he awoke from the scent being stronger than ever before, & he awoke warm within Eddie's arms.

Much later, two years in fact, Eddie had used his wish to make Nancy Wheeler the new lord of Loch Nora & he'd then traveled wherever he could w his beautiful mate. Showing Steve the world after 100 years had been joyous.

Now though, their wandering of the world was coming to an end. Steve had enjoyed singing w his mate in front of many audiences, but they were now settling in a sizable home in the village of Forest Hills where Wayne was their nearest neighbor, far far away from the lake.

Eddie would write a song tht would survive the test of centuries, a lullaby tht he sang every night to every one of their children ever since his Steve, his dream, told him for the first time they were to have a pup.

[That's all folks! I didn't feel like making an entire post abt this whole thing because my Bewitched By Yuletide Part 2 drabble will b posted today]

all wrapped up tidy with a bow on top 🎀

***links to come later because tumblr is acting up and won’t let me add hyperlinks right now***

(link to part one, part two, part three)

#slick sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #steve x eddie #omegaverse #a/b/o #mpreg #cw mpreg #tw mpreg #my asks

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ikaroux · 2 years ago

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How are they with their pregnant companion? Tighnari

Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/partner is over the moon. But how would he take care of you during pregnancy?

Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader.

Bonus NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.

Alert: May contain story spoilers for some characters.

Characters: Tighnari.

Note: I wanted to do Capitano and Kaveh at the same time as Tighnari, but having had the flu this week, I unfortunately didn't have the strength to move forward. I still wanted to get something out for the holidays. I hope to have time to do Capitano and Kaveh for the new year. I really enjoyed writing this for Tighnari, I got very attached to the character, especially from my other fic "Before the Sun and Moon." (I unfortunately didn't have time to translate the last few chapters into English). I hope you'll like it!

Part 1 Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe.

Part 2 Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Thomas.

Part 3 Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham

Part 4 Cyno, Ayato

"Tighnari, which color do you prefer?"

Tighnari was working on a poison remedy for foresters when you walked in with a pair of clothes in hand, one fir green and the other indigo. "Um… Indigo, I'd say." And once he had given his opinion, he returned to his research, not catching your insistent gaze on him. After a few seconds of your lover remaining focused on what he was doing, you noticed that his body froze, ears and tail erect while his eyes were as round as an owl's. The clothes you brought him were far too small for an adult… Tighnari turned back to you, his eyes darting between what you held in your hands and your face. The gentle smile you offered him and then your nod propelled him into a daydream. You were pregnant, he had been waiting for this moment for months! The fox man rushed to you, lifting you off the ground to trap you in a warm, loving embrace. He was finally going to build a family with you, his beloved. He was the one who brought up the idea of a baby, the enthusiasm and warmth of his words making you melt for him more and more. Before he met you, he was once a distant and solitary man, preferring to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the academy, and the plots. It was in his genes, he was made that way. But with you, everything was different. He loved you more than anything else and the day he asked you to be the mother of his child was the most beautiful proof of love he could offer you, not to mention his marriage proposal…

Tighnari would only tell close friends about your pregnancy, so Cyno will be the first to know. Although he feels a great affection for Collei, he will prefer to wait a little before telling her that he will be a father in a few months. He knows that she is quite emotional and awkward, so it was better to bring it up gently.

You both chose to stay in Gandharva, the atmosphere being more peaceful than in the city of Sumeru. It will be Tighnari who will take care of you during the whole pregnancy. Nevertheless, he will not hesitate to ask for advice from colleagues when his knowledge reaches its limit.

Tighnari will do his best to be by your side as often as possible during the first months of your pregnancy, wishing to support you during the first trimester which was the hardest for a pregnant woman to bear. He knows that his presence reassures you and calms your anxieties as a mother-to-be and Tighnari is well aware that this child must be expected by two.

Your husband will always be behind you when you feel ill, gently stroking your back if you are vomiting, or applying an herbal balm to your temples to soothe your headaches. He will stay by your side when you sleep, rocking you tenderly, his soft eyes admiring your face. Maybe you dreamed it, but you could swear you heard him whispering words of love in your ear…

Unfortunately for you, your sleep will often be disturbed during the first weeks. Tighnari, having a very developed hearing, will wake up at the slightest noise you make. Seeing that your eyes are wide open, the man will whisper a few soft words to you, his hand tenderly caressing your face to numb your senses before wrapping you in the warmth of his arms. He will only fall back asleep once he feels your steady breathing against his skin, indicating that you have fallen into a peaceful torpor.

Tighnari has made a habit of letting you stroke his ears and tail when you're stressed, even if he's in the middle of his work. He knows that this soothes and comforts you. He'll usually wrap his arm around your hips and pull you closer to him, resting his head against your belly. Anyone in Teyvat could tell you were the most adorable couple they had ever seen.

Being a forestry brigadier, Tighnari is sometimes forced to be away in the forest for days at a time. You both hate being away from each other, and even more so now that you are pregnant. Fortunately for him, you get along well with Cyno, who will always offer to take some time to visit you and check on you. "I want your child to call me uncle Cyno." He will say with a serious look to Tighnari as a token of thanks. The fox man will look at him blankly, ears lowered as Cyno nonchalantly raises his thumb in the air before joining you. "Ah?!" Was all that Tighnari found to say, his friend being already too far away to hear him (or pretended not to hear him…).

It is after a long week of absence that Tighnari realized the volume that your belly took. Slightly rounded, hardly visible to those who were not paying attention. For your husband, however, it was obvious and he found it beautiful… Seeing you, the one he cherished most in the world, going about your business as your child grew inside you. He couldn't help but look at you in silence, his eyes full of love and tenderness.

You were in the early stages of your second trimester, and your belly had taken on a shape that made Tighnari blush with joy. How many times did he feel like he was being slapped in the face by the evidence of your pregnancy? He couldn't stop looking at your belly, let alone touch it. So in those moments, you'd invite him to join you on the couch or bed, making yourself comfortable before inviting him to rest his head on your belly, stroking his hair as he savored the moment. "Tighnari, I'm sure our little boy will look just like you." The man laughed against you, gently making the baby react against his cheek. "Why do you think it will be a boy?" "I saw him in a dream." Tighnari looked up at you, clearly amused. "Oh, then it will be a girl." Your eyes opened wide, further amusing your husband. "You have a 50/50 chance of cheating on you my love, so my money is on a little girl. Besides, how many mothers have been wrong in their dreams of their unborn child?" You grunted, frustrated by your husband's words. He reassured you, however, whispering that no matter what sex the baby was or who it looked like, he would love and cherish it as his greatest treasure.

Your outings into town were always in pairs. Tighnari would stay by your side, affectionately holding your hand as he nonchalantly strolled the streets of Gandharva. Your belly was now perfectly visible to everyone, prompting locals who knew you well to approach you. Tighnari's colleagues and friends even dared to ask you to touch your belly, despite your husband's reluctance… He begged the Rani Kusanali to help him when he felt the impatience rising in him at the sight of all these people touching you without fear in front of him… Your husband has become particularly good at finding any excuse to keep you away from the crowd…

When you reach your seventh month of pregnancy, it becomes increasingly difficult for you to rest, especially when the baby seems to be living its best life in your belly. Although fun for those who touched your belly, it was unfortunately something that made your daily life more exhausting. The pain in your back intensified with the fatigue and stress of the approaching birth… When you felt exhausted, you looked for your husband who was your lifeline when you felt like you were drowning in uncertainty and doubt… Tighnari would listen to you calmly before taking you to a quiet place to sit on him, his hands and lips taking over his words to soothe you.

As you approached your ninth month of pregnancy, you felt unable to move because your belly was so round and heavy. Exhaustion was showing on your face and the pain in your back was becoming unbearable. Tighnari had become the one thing in your life that made you feel safe, cherished and loved. You relied entirely on him… As you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, Tighnari took a few weeks off to devote all his time to you. When he wasn't busy with household chores, your husband would sit on the bed next to you, chatting quietly with you while keeping his head and hands on your belly, enjoying your caresses in his hair. He cherished his moments of intimacy with you, basking in your caresses as he felt his child playing in your belly. He had told you so many times since you were together, but by the seven archons, he loved you more than anything in the world. Tighnari has never felt happier…

Tighnari will be an extremely gentle father, never raising his voice at his child, believing that education should not be about obedience, but about self-respect. He loves the contact with his baby, looking for every possible excuse to hold him. Having already had Collei under his wing, he will be very pedagogical with his little one, loving to answer his questions and teach him new things.

NSFW Bonus:

It was not easy to imagine that Tighnari was the kind of man who sought physical contact, he who was always known as a solitary man, preferring to hole up in his office or go off into the forest on his research and patrols. Yet he was the first to come to you and claim you, loving and savoring every part of you with a consuming passion. You had never felt so loved and wanted as you did with him…

Seeing your body change with pregnancy, you were afraid that it would turn him off and that he would pull away from you while your sexual desires only intensified. Your fears were unfounded, and while Tighnari avoided touching you for the first few weeks of the pregnancy, preferring to give you time to recover from the nausea and exhaustion that your first few hectic nights had caused, once he felt your intense gaze on him, he knew he could once again indulge his need to touch you.

He was always the first to make contact, approaching you from behind like a fox looking for its prey and wrapping you in his loving arms as his lips sought the softness of your skin. His hands always lingered on your belly before slowly moving up to your aching chest, massaging it languidly as you felt his canines nibble tenderly at your neck. He always had loving, passionate words to whisper to you before he started anything, telling you how beautiful and desirable he thought you were with his baby in your belly. He knew that you were afraid that you wouldn't be desirable anymore, that the stretch marks would appear more and more as your belly grew… Or even that the thought of making love to a pregnant woman might scare him away from you. But you were beautiful in every way, pregnant or not, Tighnari needed to feel you against him, your warm skin, your moans and the melodious whisper of his name when he made you feel especially good…

The sex was always passionate and languid, and while you liked to hold him, Tighnari had a preference for taking you doggy style. Although it was easier for you and for him with your increasingly rounded belly, it was a habit he'd picked up long before you got pregnant. He was always gentle with you, only getting carried away when he felt your orgasm approaching. His lips were never far from your skin as his ears strained, the pleasure he felt inside you making him dizzy. He was always careful not to crush you, constantly keeping a protective hand on your stomach.

As soon as he felt you tighten around his member, Tighnari would slow down to savor the feel of your tight walls, before straightening up behind you, grabbing your hips to lift you a bit off the mattress you were lying on. He would seek release as soon as you calmed down, flipping you onto your back before penetrating you again. The quick movement of his hips made you moan and Tighnari crushed his lips to yours to swallow the vibrations of pleasure from your throat. And as he felt his orgasm pouring into you, one of his hands grabbed yours, tangling your fingers together as the pleasure overwhelmed him, his moans swallowed by your passionate kiss… Archon, he loved you so much it was painful. His forehead resting tenderly against yours, Tighnari closed his eyes, thinking of how happy he was to be starting a family with the only woman he'd ever loved…

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin #genshin smut #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari smut #tighnari fluff

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cry4mina · 2 months ago

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Pomegranate

(Jeongyeon x fem!reader)

Word Count: 6.3k

Angst/Smallest drop of fluff

Summary: Jeongyeon was coming home from tour and you were going to propose but she comes home later than expected and throws a wrench in your plans.

TW: ANGST. Alcohol and lots of it, throwing up, sad, big sads, panic attacks, the big sads, screaming, mentions of blood (it's in once sentence), food, uh...yeah angst.

A/N: Me 3 days ago: i'm not doing birthday fics. Me right now, HAPPY EARLY JEONGYEON DAAAAAAY! Have a not so happy moment to celebrate! I decided I was going to attempt to do one for her and Momo before I moved soooo ta daaaaa (it's been so long since i've written angst, i'm rusty pls forgive me) @psylocke142 helped me find pictures and let me yap about this (also read it before I posted it to make sure it wasn't ass) <33 thank u fren!

Everyone pls stay safe and have a lovely daaaaay<3

After weeks of preparation and consulting with Jihyo virtually, you were finally ready to ask your girlfriend of 4 years to marry you. Picking up all the components, you rushed home to get ready for what was going to be one of the best days of your life.

Tonight’s the night!

The house is set up perfectly, rose petals from the front door to the living room, a bouquet of roses on the table that are blooming, candles everywhere, and you’re in a brand new fully tailored suit that fits you like a glove.

Preparing dinner was the most tedious part of this. While Jeongyeon was on tour for a few months, you took it upon yourself to take some classes to master her favorite dish so you could make it from scratch for tonight. Even taking it a step further and asking her mother for the recipe she used when Jeong was a child.

Dinner is ready in the kitchen, you check your watch to see it’s 7:13pm. Jeongyeon should be walking through the door any minute, flight having landed an hour ago- she texted you when she landed saying that she was dropping Jihyo off and heading home.

Time sludges on, 7:45pm, still no sign of her.

Then it’s suddenly 8:30pm.

Every minute feels like an hour of nothingness.

No call

No text.

Nothing.

You: I hope everything is okay…let me know when you’ll be home. [9:01pm]

You: I love you. [9:01pm]

Walking into the kitchen, you decide to pack dinner up. Putting all the food in Tupperware and stacking it in the fridge in portions for when your girlfriend got home.

Hopefully, your soon to be fiancé would hurry back to you.

Reaching into your pocket, you pull out the suede box and pop it open, revealing a classic square shaped diamond on a gold band.

Taking in the sparkle of the gem, you reminisce on your favorite memories together. All the soft, tender, silly moments you had with your loving girlfriend and wishing she was here so you could just ask her to spend forever with you.

Checking your phone to see no response from Jeongyeon, you sigh and frown. She usually updated you with what she was up to, so this was out of character for her.

Especially, under the circumstances, she usually hurried home to you.

It had been months since you’d seen her, since the tour was taking up most of her time. It was easy to be impatient. Even with FaceTime dates, phone calls, texts - it wasn’t the same as having her with you. Being able to hear her laugh outside of a speaker and feeling her warmth against you as you slept instead of falling asleep together through a screen.

Taking a seat on the couch and kicking your feet up on the table, you lull off into a peaceful sleep with happy memories of the two of you replaying in your mind's eye.

—

The latching of the door rings in your ears, you hear light footsteps through the hall and into the kitchen.

A deep sigh seeps tension into the atmosphere of your home. The tapping of nails on the counter makes your eyes slingshot open.

She’s home.

Jumping up and almost losing your balance, you grab the roses and bolt into the kitchen to see a teary-eyed Jeongyeon standing there, leaning against the counter.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” immediately putting the flowers on the counter and walking out to hold her.

Jeongyeon halts your movements with a single hand up, palm facing you to stop you in your tracks. Her eyes never leave the floor. Confusion tenses your shoulders and back, concerned at not only the gesture but her demeanor and emotional state.

“Jeongyeon…what’s going on?” the soft nervousness of your tone makes her wince at the words spoken.

“We need to talk.” she’s still unable to look at you. Eyes tracing the grout on the tile, looking for literally anything but you to focus on. Tears trailing down her cheeks, she’s trying to collect herself.

“Okay..?” hopping up onto the counter and placing your hands within themselves, you patiently wait for her to say what she needs to.

“I’m…not happy.” stumbles its way off her tongue and into the air.

The flavor is putrid and sour.

There’s an ache building in your chest, brain and heart trying to process the words you just heard her say.

“…what do you mean?” Unable to grasp what she’s just spoken.

Unhappy?

“I…don’t want to do this anymore. I feel bad being away for so long and it really hurts both of us when you say how much you miss me. I can’t expect for you to just wait around for me to come home all the time. It’s not fair to either of us.” Voice shaking as she explains herself.

Weighed down by a devastating ton of bricks that build the foundation of this relationship, you slide off the counter. Your eyes not leaving her face for the time it takes to approach her.

Watching as your stability crumbles underneath you. You can’t believe this is what she’s saying…

“Jeongyeon…baby, I’d take missing you over being with anyone else…any day. In any life. You’re my everything…” hands now on her forearms, trying to make eye contact so she can see how much care you have for her.

“I’m sorry.” whispered to you through tears.

She still can’t even look at you.

The cracks through your chest are loud enough to make the earth shatter. Lightning shoots through your veins, flashes of heat that immediately run cold inside you.

Trying to make sense of all this as fight, flight or freeze kicks in, you leave the room.

Walking into the living room, you sit on the couch you had just dozed off on. Head in your hands, sobbing into them violently, a physical reaction to your heart being ripped from your chest.

Not even noticing her stepping into the room, you continue to let out the devastating wail, trying to ease the emptiness in your chest from the abrupt pain it was now experiencing.

Her sniffling pulls you out of your hands.

Looking up to see her with matching tears flowing down her cheeks.

Standing up, you pick up the box of tissues on your shared coffee table and hand them to her. She offers a half smile before taking one, you don’t return the gesture.

“Can you tell me what I did?” Through the shivering as you try to regulate your emotions.

“What? What you did?” Jeongyeon is confused by this question, dabbing her tears from under her eyes and trying to compose herself.

“Yes, what did I do to make you want to leave?” Looking her in the eyes and waiting for the reasoning.

“I…I’m sorry, I have to go.” Grabbing her keys and bolting for the door.

Never offering a response, or even a glance back. She left you to your own devices that night in your once shared apartment.

—

3 months later and you can still hardly take care of yourself. The agony of her not being with you, completely ruining every day you’ve had.

Work was always slow and dreadful, not offering any reprieve from the weighted down linger of what was no longer in your life. Leaving you all the time in the world to ruminate and try to make sense of everything that happened.

The scene of her leaving the house that night played in your head over and over again, like a nightmare that never stopped. A broken record that continued to spin, playing the same tune until your ears bled.

Getting mail for her everyday ruined you. Seeing her name on the letters was just detrimental, a reminder around every corner - the entire house coated in the same layer of hopeless despair you found yourself in.

You didn’t even know where she was staying or what her day to day was like. Always wondering if she was feeling these aftershocks of your split.

Turing to alcohol to ease the feelings, you drank alone until you passed out every single night. Blaring music and singing at the top of your lungs while heavily intoxicated was an escape, but it was only temporary.

Isolating was something you did well, never really wanting to let the world know how you were suffering. Jeongyeon was good at pulling you out of that but…she wasn’t here anymore.

Turning down every picture in the house of the two of you together, you were no where near ready to get rid of them no matter how much they hurt to see.

They were little glimpses into the past…tiny portals into a happier time and it was devastating to think she might not share that sentiment. Most of you free time spent on the questions of whether or not she ever actually loved you and whether or not you would see her again.

—

One drunken night, your phone rang. The vibrating against the table startled you out of your dissociated drunken state that was practically slumber.

Picking it up without being bothered to read who was calling, you put your half empty bottle of whiskey down on the table and answer the phone.

“H- hiccup-hello?”

“Hey Y/n! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. How are you doing?” The voice is immediately recognizable.

“I’m alive, Jihyo. If that’s what you’re wondering.” The sulking was dripped off your tone, knowing this was your ex girlfriend’s best friend brought up too many feelings for you, very aware that whatever you told Jihyo would be passed on to…her.

“I was wondering…but I wanted to check in with you.” Her tone seems saddened, worried and hesitant to ask what she really wanted to.

Knowing she was aware of the plan to propose and encouraged you to do it, helping you organize everything - including getting Jeongyeon to the house when you needed her there for the perfect surprise, you had a bond with Jihyo that was strong and she knew that you were not okay.

She couldn’t have known the internal workings of Jeongyeon’s mind, though she did tell her everything. No one expected you two to ever break up in their wildest dreams.

You were meant to together.

Or so you and everyone else thought.

“I’m alive. That’s really all I have to shhay.” Slurring your responses to her, unintentionally.

“Y/n…are you drunk?” Concern now lacing her voice even stronger than before, she knows you’re not much of a drinker so this was worrisome to her.

Hearing keys rattling on the other side of the phone, assuming that Jihyo was about to head over to your house - you shut that down, quickly. Not wanting to see her or even entertain the thought of pretending like you weren’t in the depths of your own dejection.

“I’m fine, Jihyo. Just let me shhuffer in peace.” Hanging up and putting the phone back down on the table.

It vibrates for at least 15 minutes, you choose to ignore the buzzing and take another long swig from the bottle of whiskey. Who needs a glass when you’re just going to drown in your own tears anyway?

Your world lost it’s light. There’s no reason to pretend like you gave a shit about anything, nothing was worth caring about now that she was gone. Yourself included.

A hard knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts.

Looking at the clock, it’s 1:27am.

Who the fuck is at your door?

“Go -hiccup- away!” followed by another swing from the bottle, stinging your throat as it slips down to your stomach.

“Y/n, open the door or I’m coming in!” A stern tone comes through the solid wood that is all too familiar for all the right reasons.

“You and -hiccup- what army?” Standing up and almost falling over but catching your balance on the arm of the couch.

The lock clicks open, knob turning quickly and the door flew open, smacking against the wall to reveal…

Her…

Jeongyeon.

Steppping in to see the house in shambles, she takes in the empty bottles of alcohol everywhere, garbage and empty plates and cups all over the coffee table and the mess that was you, standing next to the wreck with your bottle gripped tightly.

Sighing at the sight, she closes the door behind her and sets her stuff down on the counter in the kitchen. Jeongyeon scans the house, looking around to find any semblance of your old happy life. Seeing the picture frames turned down stops her in her tracks, flipping her favorite on up and leaving it.

“What -hiccup- are YOU doing here?” Slurring and pointing at her before plopping down on the couch, glaring at her for fixing the pictures, not wanting to remember the good times because there wasn’t a light at the end of this tunnel, as far as you’re concerned.

Trying to take a swing from your whiskey, she runs over and snatches the bottle out of your hand.

“HEY! -hiccup- That’s mine! Get your own! I don’t want to share with -hiccup- you.” Reaching for the container again, only for her to push you down by your chest back to the couch, brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and disgust.

“Sit down! I can’t believe the mess this place is…what’s gotten into you?” The anger in her voice shakes the frame of your soul, snapping you as far sober as your body would allow.

“I…don’t think you care anymore.” Tears fall unstoppably, coating your eyes and cheeks with pure grief and misery.

Jeongyeon’s face is made of stone, stoic in nature and unmoving as you cry. This causes you to break completely. Maybe she never really cared…

Laying down on the couch and rolling over to face the back of it, trying to hide your descent into the pit of despair that you were trying to pull yourself out of everyday but with her reactions, she pushed you deeper unknowingly.

You lacked the will to keep up your strength, yet you persisted in your attempts, even if they were futile. Refusing to showcase how thoroughly this had devastated you. It consumed you entirely.

The experience gnawed at your bones, turning your world upside down, leaving behind only a hollow shell of what once was—every trace of love you held for her and for yourself, devoured in its wake.

“Y/n…” the tinge of sadness in the way she said your name caught your attention but you were still stuck in the void and didn’t want to turn over to look at her.

“Y/n…come on…” sitting down at the bend of your legs, rubbing your back in a familiar act of comfort.

“Don’t do that.” Harshly spat at her through gritted teeth, scooting closer to the inside of the couch and farther away from her so she would get the hint and taker her hand off you.

“Y/n…look, I’m sorry okay…I know I shouldn’t have come…I was just worried about you. I heard you slurring and I know you don’t really like to dri-“

“You HEARD me?” Rolling over with fury leaching from your eye to see the shock on her face. She had given herself up and the realization already set in, even though you were inebriated.

“…did you make Jihyo call me to check up on me?” Glaring at her in disbelief, anger boiling in your chest as you waited for her to say something.

Jeongyeon stammers, looking for a good excuse as her eyes shift from left to right. She opens her mouth to try and but ends up just looking at the ground…unwilling to tell the truth even having been caught.

“Get out.” Standing up too quickly and almost falling to open the door for her.

“Y/n, please just let me explain.” Begging for a moment of your time so she can try to fix this.

“You have 2 minutes -hiccup- and then I never want to shhee you again.” Voice cracking as you try to stand by yourself, wobbling and stumbling over to the door, gripping the knob to steady yourself.

“Can we please talk about this when you’re sober? I think that would be better than trying to have a conversation when you’re like this…” Jeongyeon motions her hands at you, tears welling up in her eyes at the disheveled state she found you in.

Taking your hand off the door, you turn around and face her. Letting the tears fall freely from your eyes, taking off the mask you wore to try and hide the suffering. Trying to wipe the destress from your face as you formulate your sentence.

“What’s wrong, Jeongyeon?” stepping up close to her with a frigid demeanor and a spiteful scowl that contradicts the droplets of emotion that fall from your eyes as you step closer to her, inches from her face, giving the final blow.

“Having trouble facing me? Or do you just not like the way you found me?” sniffling through the ending of that sentence, you stumble off to your once shared bedroom, leaving Jeongyeon in the living room by herself.

Falling onto the bed, you rip off your shirt, bra and pants and curl up on her side of the bed. The room starts to spin as you finally laid still and the alcohol took over again. Moaning and groaning to yourself as the minutes pass.

It hits you all at once, the overwhelming sensation of being wasted, the fact that your ex was in the house and the anxiety that ran your life all clashing to create a wave of nausea that you could not escape.

You struggle to get to the bathroom, knocking stuff over on the way before finally sitting down in front of the toilet and purging your stomach.

Retching all the toxic fluid out of your body takes an hour or so. Dizzied by your drunken state, dehydration, and sorrow, you’re unable to stand so you just sit and wait for it to pass like a bad thunder storm.

A small knock at the door, startles you out of a sleep that you hasn’t realized you slipped into while waiting for the room to stop spinning against your will.

“Y/n?…Are you alright?” softly spoken from behind the door, the pit of your stomach falls and you start to cry again.

Not because she left, not because you couldn’t control it but it was the act of her checking in on you that tugged on your oxytocin, giving you another hit of Jeongyeon that you so desperately craved.

Lifting your chin up barely removing it from the porcelain, you muster all the strength you have to produce one malicious, guttural scream.

“GO AWAY!” the words rip from your throat like the sharp blade of a chainsaw, slicing haphazardly through hard wood, splintering and shattering every millisecond it touches your vocal chords and leaves a blood stain of regret and hatred behind.

Not for her.

Never for her.

For yourself.

You hate that she left, but you never blamed her. It’s not like it was unheard of, a break up before a proposal but you never understood why. Always assuming you were the problem there was no solution for.

Jeongyeon cracks the door, peaking in side and seeing you just your underwear hunched over and collapsing to the floor. Rushing over to you, stabilizing you with her hands- she forces you up on your feet.

You are dead weight at this point, leaning on her because your legs just won’t function underneath you. Pulling your arm around her, she practically drags you to the shower and makes you sit in the bathtub with your head against the wall.

Turning the water on you, it’s ice cold. Yelping at the sheer shock of the frozen water hitting you, complaints slurring out of your mouth instantly hushed when she gets into the shower with you. Sitting behind you and letting the faucet soak her with all her clothes on.

Positioning herself sitting with you between her legs, she brushes your hair off your forehead as the water crashed down on you both and shushes the spewing of your sadness and conquers your anger just by her touch.

The peace her presence brings you in this state has soothed the crashing waves of your heart that drenched every fiber of your being. The broken state of your soul was nothing more then a scratch on the surface while she was holding you and soothing you through this horrific break down of grief that was misguiding you to lash out.

Calmly rocking you back and forth with her, you finally gained some sobriety. Jeongyeon stands to turn the shower off and offers you a towel, while grabbing the matching one you didn’t bother to put away.

Taking your underwear off, now completely naked with a towel barely wrapped around you, attempting to dry off and failing miserably, dropping the towel and whining out of frustration. Picking up the towel, you give it another sloppy attempt.

Jeongyeon is just watching you, the smile in her eyes and smirk on her face feels so condescending considering everything that has happened between the two of you.

“What?” snapped at her while you wrap the towel around your body again and make your way to the bedroom to get something to wear.

“Nothing…it’s nothing.” Jeongyeon removes her shirt and pants, standing there in her shower soaked underwear and bra.

“Did you…uhm…are my clo-” softly uttered before hanging the clothes she was wearing on the shower rod for them to dry.

“Yes. They’re still here. I haven’t gotten rid of…anything.” choking on the words as the tears threaten to spill again.

This beautiful woman, standing in front of you had not only gone out of her way to make sure that you were okay and took care of you knowing that you weren’t…

The nurturing nature of her was what sparked the initial fire that set your heart aflame. The gasoline was how sweet she was, and how much she cared about everyone around her.

Her habits of focusing on everyone but herself was to her detriment- always checking in on others and not really checking in with herself…but that was what made your relationship so pure. She was worried about everyone and you were worried about her.

Given the opportunity, Jeongyeon would move the world for those she loved. Fitting herself in a box so small that she would be uncomfortable to make others feel comfortable. The details of her were never lost on you, always letting her express whatever she needed to and making sure that she knew that you would never judge her in anyway. It was so comfortable and perfect, that’s why it stung so much.

When she dropped that bomb on you those weeks ago, it was like a nuke - scorching every single atom that you ever had and what was happening right now was the fallout.

“Y/n…Can we ple-”

“Not tonight…please…no more tonight.” cutting her off again, not to hurt her but you just couldn’t handle another moment of discourse between the two of you, especially while you’re still drunk.

“Tomorrow.” stated to her, not offered to her.

The conversation you had been needing would happen tomorrow…finally. The closure, the end…whatever you want to call it, would be tomorrow.

The anxiety building in your stomach brought on a different kind of nausea. One that wouldn’t go away from just throwing up the contents of your body but only with comfort that you were too nervous to ask for.

Throwing on a big shirt that was hers and a fresh pair of underwear, you crawled into bed and got comfortable. Letting out a big sigh of relief that your sheets were finally consuming you again instead of the alcohol or complete and utter sadness.

Jeongyeon puts on some of the clothes she left behind, a shirt you got her, underwear and a pair of her sweats that she usually only wore around the house.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch…just so I can be here…if you need me…” timid, almost as if she was asking permission to sleep in the house that had her name on the mortgage.

“No.” calm and steady leaves your mouth.

Sitting up in your bed, you look her in the eyes before throwing the comforter off her side of the bed that you had been sleeping in, patting the sheets as a signal for her to come and lay with you.

Even if it was for the last time.

“Are you sure?” her voice is so gentle and lovely.

“Please, Jeongyeon…” throat clenching around the words as you pleaded for what you assumed to be one more sleep together.

Just one more.

Her eyes soften further, the familiar puppy eyed love you had always known crawls into your shared bed and gets comfortable on her side, like she always did.

Fuck, you missed this so much.

Laying on separate sides of the bed, you just take in the feeling of her warmth in the sheets next to you. The sigh she lets out was one of relaxation and ease. It was very hard to miss.

“Jeongie?” breathed so soft it was barely a whisper as you roll from your back to your side to face her. It was what you always called her when you wanted something, she knew what was coming without even asking.

“Yeah?” worry laces her words as she follows your movement and faces you.

“…I miss you.” the cracks in your voice shatter and sprawl out like lightening, cascading down your chest, through the sheets and up to her.

Not the words, not the tone, but the crack of your voice that let the misery you had experienced the three months she’s been gone…

Silence.

Jeongyeon just looks at you, eyes coated in despair as her own emotions display for what you feel like is the first time. Wondering if it’s her own distress or if it’s just pity for you.

A hand comes out of the darkness, placing itself on the small of your back and dragging you into Jeongyeon, so close you can feel her heart beat and feel her breathing - pressed up against her chest in the hug that you needed from her.

Nuzzling into her neck, you silently sob as you take in the smell of her skin and in the comfort of your bed no less. The peace it brings you brings happiness, even if it’s temporary.

Jeongyeon just holds you, rubbing your back and sniffling. Leaning down to kiss your forehead, she coos and sighs as the tension of her back decreases while holding you. Feeling her harms relax and her back unclench was worth every second of devastation that would follow, knowing you could be this for her…one last time.

“I miss you too. So much.” Whispered to you as you finally drift off to sleep in the comfort her arms, finally getting the safety that you had been missing.

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Throbbing behind your eyes and a massive wave of nausea wakes you up from the deep sleep you were in. The most sleep you had since she left.

Groaning as you rolled over, you reach out to her side of the bed, hoping and praying that she would still be asleep next to you.

She wasn’t.

Sighing at the empty and cold sheets, you wonder if this is all a dream or if she was actually here last night.

Did she really shower with you?

Was it all just…a drunken daydream?

Slowly sitting up, you grab your head as it pounds into your skull. This hangover was the worst one you’d ever had, like a whip cracking against your brain at every movement you made, no matter how slight.

Taking a second to charge your movements and build up the courage to get up out of bed, you sigh again and give up. Rolling over to Jeongyeon’s side and shoving your face in her pillow, just to take in her smell again.

“Good morning” a familiar voice so angelic breaks your concentration on the memories you were reliving before you could fully immerse in them.

Sling-shotting up, you grab your head and let out a wince and a huff at how dizzy you got with the movement, the pounding continued as Jeongyeon giggles.

“With how drunk you were last night, I knew you would not feel great today…” lifting up a brown paper bag, shaking it at you before plopping it in front of you.

The smell of the burger nauseates you thoroughly.

Flinging a hand over your mouth, you jump off the bed and bolt to the bathroom - immediately regurgitating the toxins left inside you until there was nothing left but bile.

“Are you alright?” through the door, you get a flash back from last night and shiver at the unease of her seeing you this way.

Quietly gasping and trying to catch your breath, you spit. An attempt to rid your mouth of the acidic taste that burns from your stomach all the way to your lips.

“Yeah…” winded replies that feed her worry, unintentionally.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a minute” the sentence stole the air from your lungs, still trying to get back to some sense of the word normal and slowly catching your bearings again.

Standing up, you head to the sink, leaving with your palms on the edge of the counter, with your hair in your eyes. Turning on the faucet, you reach into the stream of cold water. Cupping your hand and splashing it on your face trying to wash your hungover sleep filled eyes and bring some self back to you.

The chill of the water wakes you up, the headache not easing but the nausea was dissipating quickly, you were very grateful for that.

By the time you got to the kitchen, the nausea was replaced by hunger. Looking to see Jeongyeon at the kitchen table, already set out the greasy burger and fries, with a tall glass of water and some medicine next to it.

Sitting down with her, you take the meds first and drink half the glass of water. Placing it back down on the table, you look over at her. Jeongyeon’s food is untouched, sitting in front of her still wrapped up on the foil to keep it warm.

“Are you alright?” reaching over to grab her hand, remembering that she is your ex before you touch her, stopping yourself from the intimate contact.

Jeongyeon watched your hand in motion, seeing you stop from touching her and she swallows harshly. You could hear it from across the table.

“Are you ready to talk now?” asked in faint whispers while she toys with her fingers.

Looking down at your own hands, the nervousness returns back to you from the night she left. Rattling every heartstring you had in a vibration that could’ve made angels cry.

“…Yeah…I think it would be best if we did…” immediately biting the inside of your cheek after the statement, drawing a small amount of blood out of the soft flesh.

“I’m sorry.” Jeongyeon is looking up at you, her eyes glazed over in melancholy grief and regret.

“I’m sorry I left. I was scared that you were going to leave me first. I thought you missing me all the time was hard on our relationship and I was worried it was too much for you. I left because I didn’t want you to leave first…I thought you were unhappy.” her voice is cracking and she’s sniffling, panic interweaved in her words as she continues on with her admission.

“That night I came back…and you asked me what you did to make me want to leave…” a deep breath in and back out, trying to self soothe but having a difficult time regulating.

Her hand reaches up to hold your face, her palm on your cheek and the warmth of her on your skin makes you instinctively lean into her, closing your eyes as your body relaxes.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything except love me so well that I thought I didn’t deserve it…” Jeongyeon is practically having a panic attack at this point, choking on her own sadness and attempting to even out her breathing, blink her tears away, talk to you- overwhelming herself and it’s sending her into a spiral.

Without hesitation, you get up from your chair and sit on her lap. Wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into your chest while running one of your hands down her back, then back up again. Continuing this repeatedly as it’s the fastest way to quell her anxiety.

“Shh Shh Shh…don’t worry, I’ve got you. You’re safe here.” cooed at her while you squeeze her just a little tighter as she choked on her overstimulation.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I will always love you.” through the breath violently hitching and the tenseness of her body.

A long beat of silence.

Your heart stops.

She still loves you…?

“Jeong…” lifting her head so she can see the hangover that was glazing your eyes.

“You really hurt me when you left. I didn’t understand what was going on…I didn’t even know that was a fear you had.” Hand continuing to rub her back.

“I would’ve told you how untrue that was…” brushing a lock of hair from her face.

Her face contorts, holding in her sobs as she lets out the cold, hard truth.

“I don’t think I would’ve believed you…”

That one stung. Though you know it was never anything that you did now that she’s told you. Patting her back lightly, you hatch an idea.

The perfect way to prove it to her.

Getting up from Jeongyeon’s lap, you run into the bedroom and go to your side of the bed. Pulling open the nightstand drawer, you grab the little black box that held the ring you were going to propose to her with that night and make your way back to the kitchen.

Watching you closely as you make your way back to the table and sit down, she doesn’t really know what to expect.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling rapidly, your nerves get to you a moment. Never knowing what her reaction would be to this, you built up as much courage as you could and places the box carefully in front of her.

“I think this might be all the proof you need.” swallowing hard as her shaky hand reaches for the box, popping it open and seeing the ring for the first time.

A gasp echo’s off the walls of your home, the same walls that heard your wails of misery and the same walls that watch you drink away the last three months.

“It’s perfect…”

Every emotion that Jeongyeon has ever felt is displayed on her face for you to see. The heart ache, the love, the regret, and the grief.

“I have so many regrets about that night, Y/n…I would have n-never left if I would have known-” Letting all of her pain flow.

She gathers herself, you look her in the eyes and boldly say:

“You could still say yes, you know?” eyes never leaving her face, trying to judge how that statement blew over.

Frozen in shock as boils over her as she processes what you just said.

“We would have to work on things, of course…that betrayal cut deep…but” taking another deep breath and admitting the truth.

“I’m willing to try and fix this, if you are.” the anxiety in the room was shared between the two of you.

“Really?” disbelief on her lips, the tears sitting on the water line of her eyes threatening to flood down the tracks her previous tears already laid in place for them.

“Really.” nodding your head in reassurance.

Jeongyeon places the box down in front of you, ring facing you and lifts her left hand up with her fingers splayed out, hand shaking from the intensity of the conversation you were having.

Pulling the ring out of the box, you slip it on her finger and admire how it looks on her. Kissing every knuckle she has before releasing her hand and sighing in relief.

“I’m so sorry about leaving…” toying with her ring, looking up at you through her bangs.

“We will get through it…” standing up to sit on her lap again and hug her.

Missing her was an understatement. Being in her arms again made you feel whole in a way that you couldn’t explain, a way you thought was impossible.

It was just her…it was always her.

“…and we will get through it together.” cupping her face and stroking her cheeks with your thumbs.

Leaning in, you kiss her. Soaking up all the love you missed in those three months apart, her lips heal almost every crack in your soul - rejuvenation of your heart in full effect as you lay a few more soft pecks on her lips and then her forehead.

“Together.”

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senualothbrok · 9 months ago

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Hi hi hi <3

So it probably takes a while for Gale to learn to accept help, freely offered and unasked-for. You have the sense that if Tara had offered him any choice in the matter, he would have declined her assistance with artifacts for the Orb--and if the Orb had offered him any choice in the matter, he would never have asked you for help, either.

What can I do? How can I help? Whatever you need, you have only to ask. Your desire.

Now that you're safe, the world is safe, and you've embarked on this strange new adventure called peace, you realize that Gale still needs some coaxing. Today, it takes all your considerable persuasive skills, and then Gale's love for you on top of that, for him to lie down in your bed and let you soothe away the tension headache that's been gathering for the better part of a day.

"Hush," you say, silencing his protests with a gentle kiss, trying to be stern and soft as you gather his head into your lap.

He's tentative against you, the ever-thinking line in his forehead stubbornly lingering. You run a finger over that line, smoothing it, follow it to its vanishing at his temple and linger over the thin, elegant arc of bone, circling the pulse point there. Tracing a line to his jaw you smile slightly at the scrape of stubble across your fingertips, the softer curl of his hair where it's come out of its tie.

Gale sighs under your hand, the tautness in him loosening. Some of that had been concentration, some of that pain--both have twisted up the muscles in his neck and shoulders, and when you start to loosen those knots, stroking them into relaxation, the sound Gale makes is somewhere between sinful and content.

"Let me," he murmurs vaguely, though you can feel him unraveling, the last of his resistance giving way.

"Later," you whisper.

Hello friend! Domestic intimacy with Gale. It makes my heart so warm. Continuing from your ask...

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It is a unique privilege, you think, to be in this position. An unparalleled honour, to be allowed to serve Gale.

You know this is a side of Gale that no one except Tara has seen. He has allowed you behind walls erected from years of servitude, when he has given of himself unceasingly, accustomed to receiving nothing in return. So many years with no one but himself to rely on, convinced that any request for help would yield only rejection. It has taken you a long time to show him otherwise. To reassure him that confessing his need would not lead to your abandonment. This is a show of trust from Gale which you will never, ever take for granted.

There is a warmth and suppleness to his bronze-blushed skin which you can never get enough of. You will never tire of the contours of his body, the peaks and troughs where muscle meets bone. You could spend a lifetime learning him through touch alone.

Your fingers have learned the pressure points where Gale’s stress is gathered, the dimples where his ache is greatest. You know when you have reached them from Gale’s gentle moans, the lulling rise and fall of his chest. The heaviness of his head and shoulders against you. The fluttering of his dark eyelashes, and the parting of his soft lips, as he drifts into sleep.

Sleep does not come easily to him. After living so long with the threat of destruction, the looming promise of death, true rest is elusive to Gale. Even now that he is home, even with you by his side, his mind remains so active, his focus so frenetic, that it is difficult for him to let go of wakefulness. You see when the anxieties of the past and present are gathering within him like a storm. You only wish that he could rest.

To see him asleep now in your lap, cradled in your love and care, fills you with a joy that has no equal. Ever so slowly, ever so carefully, you bend down and brush your lips on the smooth space where his thinking line has faded. And you smile at the sight of Gale at peace.

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broomsick · 1 year ago

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Hi, I just wanted to say that you have a lovely blog! I just bought a house(!!!) and I'm curious if you have any ideas for house blessings and land blessings?Thanks!

Hi there! That is a great question, I think you might find the answer quite fascinating!

First of all, congratulations on moving in! And thank you so much for taking the time to read my content, it really means a lot to me when people tell me they enjoy it. Now, house blessing is a broad topic when it comes to witchcraft and other such practices, and the possibilities are endless.

I'll start off with just a few personal tips, and then get down to more specific, detailed rituals! The first step I would suggest is to cleanse this new space that you'll be living in for years to come. This can be done using incense, resin smoke, or even simmer pots. If I were in your situation, I would probably light a few incense sticks and parade them around the house so as to cleanse every single room using its smoke. Another common cleansing method when it comes to the home is to sweep a broom around, cleaning the floors symbolically. It's also possible for you to recite a chant/song as you do so, asking for the home spirits to welcome you in this new house! You could look one up online or write one down, so as to tailor it specifically to your own wishes. This is an example of a great house blessing chant, which I found on this page! (If you open the link, you'll also find a very interesting house blessing ritual to go along with it):

Touch the lintel and touch the wall, Nothing but blessings here befall! Bless the candle that stands by itself, Bless the book on the mantle shelf, Bless the pillow for the tired head, Bless the hearth and the light shed. Friends who tarry here, let them know A three fold blessing before they go. Sleep for weariness - peace for sorrow Faith in yesterday and tomorrow. Friends who go from here, let them bear The blessing of hope, wherever they fare. Lintel and windows, sill and wall, Nothing but good, this place befall.

As a witch, something I like to do during ritual sweeping is to tie bundles of protective herbs as well as bells to the broom. Bells are a common cleansing tool.

The author Arin Murphy-Hiscock, who wrote The House Witch, advises new homeowners to take a moment to contemplate which part of their house feels like the heart of the home. The spiritual "center" of the house, so to speak. Oftentimes, people will choose the hearth or the kitchen, which provided heat to the household throughout history. But you could choose any room, or even any object which truly feels like the heart of the house. Once you've determined this "spiritual hearth", you can bless it using Murphy's method, which requires you to prepare: a bowl of salt, a bowl of water, a bowl of oil, a bowl filled with a blend of spices, a candle, and the means to light one.

Standing before this spiritual hearth, take 3 deep and slow breaths in order to calm your body and mind and to focus solely on the present moment."

Open your eyes and hold your hands out to the "hearth" you've chosen and say: Heart of my home, I recognize you. My spirit feels your warmth. My soul feels your wisdom. Sacred hearth, I recognize you.

Bow to the heart of the home.

Dip your fingers into a bowl of salt and say: Sacred hearth, the earth of my home recogizes your sanctity. Flick your fingers to scatter salt toward and over the hearth area.

Repeat using water, and say: Sacred hearth, the water of my home recognizes your sanctity.

Dip your fingers in a blend of spices and stir so as to release their scent, then say: Sacred hearth, the air of my home recognizes your sanctity. Waft your hand over the bowl of spices to move the scented air towards the hearth.

Light the candle and hold it toward the hearth, saying: Sacred hearth, the fire of my home recognizes you.

Place the candle on, or next to the spiritual hearth, and recite: Sacred hearth, I honor the sacred fire that burns within you. I thank you for the wisdom, knowledge and power that you will bring to this new home. May your sacred flame burn forever, and may my home ever be blessed by it.

Dip a finger into the oil, saying: Sacred hearth, with this oil I mark you as a symbol of our recognition of your sanctity and our gratitude for your many gifts and blessing. Lightly touch your oil-damp fingertip to the hearth.

Bow to the hearth one last time, and leave the candle burning if you mean to work in the room afterwards. Otherwis, snuff it out.

This just an example of what a house blessing may look like. I will now list a few good pages for you to browse more ideas!

The Pagan Library

Learning Witchcraft

Llewellyn

Sacred Hands Coven

Otherworldly Oracle

Learn Religions

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deadratio · 2 years ago

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Blackwood Ch. 7

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!Blackwood!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) ‘Finch’ Blackwood had grown up her whole life without knowing the true identity of her father. She had always thought herself to be content without knowing who he was, but when her work crosses paths with his own, they both face challenges in trying to figure themselves out. Meanwhile, she doesn’t know that her childhood best friend has made his own way through the Navy, and will be joining them on their adventures.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Panic!

A/N: Let me tell y'all...this has just taken forever to get out. Because I've been busy with finishing school and all that. I graduated, made the deans list and all! I have also been very busy with work, and doing other things that I enjoy doing, such as playing Disney Dream Light Valley and hanging out with friends. I appreciate y'all for waiting so patiently for this!

HUGE THANK YOU TO @callsignthirsty for beta'ing this and giving me suggestions/edits on my writing, I can't express how amazing they are! They are literally the best, and have some really amazing works of their own that you should check out! They have been a major help in getting this chapter edited and ready to go. Just in time for Christmas too! Happy Holidays and I hope you have a safe and happy start to the new year!

As always, please let me know what you think, and happy reading!

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Sunbeams filter through the blinds of Finch’s bedroom. The sheets are hot — almost to the point of being uncomfortable. It's not because of the Sun, though — Bradley is glued to her back, his arm draped over her hip. The amount of warmth he is radiating is ridiculous. Looking over her shoulder, Finch isn’t sure what to do. He seems so comfortable, but she knows that he has an early day and that he should probably leave soon so he can get to work on time.

She shuffles to face him, moving none too gently until they’re face to face and she stills. Caught off guard by Bradley’s peaceful expression as he sleeps. The stress from the previous day wiped from his features, leaving a gentle, sleep-slack canvas of soft skin sprinkled with freckles. Suddenly, she wishes she could keep him like this — carefree and cuddled, far away from Hangman’s snide remarks and the suicide mission and Maverick — but she’s too late. Bradley wrinkles his nose, coming out of his deep sleep with Finch’s stirring. He exhales deeply before cracking open his eyes, the bright glare of yellow light spilling from the window forcing him to shut and reopen them in a squint. A sweep of red darkens Finch’s cheeks when she realizes he’s woken up because of her fiddling.

Bradley dips his head into the crook of her neck, relishing the feeling of being so close to her and hiding from the sun. He breathes her in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the spot beneath her ear. Finch leans into his touch, her body meshing with his. She could get used to waking up to Bradley Bradshaw next to her in bed, giving her peppery kisses and warm cuddles.

They lay like this for a while, enjoying the comfort of each other’s bodies when Finch glances over to the clock above the door frame. Her eyes go wide. They’re cutting it way too close if they want Bradley to get to class on time. She moves away from him, flinging the blankets from her body as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Bradley, the time!” she exasperates, turning back to face him.

Bradley lets out a loud ‘fuck!’ as his eyes find the clock before he follows suit, the blankets a crumpled mess in the middle of the bed. He hurriedly puts on his shoes, looking up to find Finch standing in the doorway. She wishes she could be of more help — but none of her uniforms will fit him. The most she could offer him is a hot shower so he doesn’t smell a day old like his khakis.

“I’m going to run back to my place, I should be able to make it in time,” he says, raking a hand through his hair. The golden-tinted curls are a mess, but it’s a sight that Finch wants implanted into her memory.

Standing out of his way, Finch watches as Bradley trails through the bedroom and into the living room on his way to the door. She hesitates at her next actions, but she doesn’t think she could live without kissing him again. His hand is on the door handle when she reaches him with long strides and pinches his shirt between her fingertips to get his attention.

Bradley turns to tell her he’s going to be late, but stops short to admire her rawness, the way Finch looks when she’s just woken up, her pajamas wrinkled. Finch trails her hand up his side to the back of his neck, pulling him toward her. She closes her eyes when she presses a warm kiss to his lips. Bradley’s mustache tickles her nose, his lips mingling with hers. He pulls away briefly before planting another kiss on her lips, this time gently dragging out her bottom lip.

Finch opens her eyes to see the awestruck look in his own as they part ways. Bradley swipes his tongue over his lips, chasing the taste of her. He doesn’t want to leave her, but he knows that there’s more pressing matters to attend to. He could do this mission, whether Mav believed in him or not. He wouldn’t know what to do if Finch ever told him she didn’t believe in him, but he has no reason to doubt she doesn’t.

Gently pressing her hand against his abdomen, Finch pushes Bradley towards the door. In his fervor to leave, he leans down to press another peck to her lips. Finch moves too quickly though, and his lips land on her nose. A laugh erupts from Finch, her head tilting back. “You better get your ass in motion before Cyclone comes for you himself!”

The grin on Bradley’s face is undeniably bright as he rushes down the sidewalk to his Bronco, looking back on Finch in the doorway. She lifts her hand in a short wave before turning to go back inside.

Finch spends most of her morning cleaning her apartment. The to-go containers from the previous night are still on the counter and the plates in the sink have already crusted over by the time she gets to them. After the cleaning spree, she takes her usual spot on the sofa. Picking up her phone from the coffee table, she is met with the red notifications from Charlie’s texts and missed phone calls.

A deep sigh vibrates through her chest at the thought of having to deal with her mother’s betrayal; it feels deeper than it looks. She reads through the messages, Charlie’s desperate tone clear even through the screen. Running a hand over her face, Finch gives up on trying to ignore her. Her finger hovers over the ‘call’ button, and all too quickly she’s pressed the phone to her ear, the dial tone humming.

"Finch?" Finch flinches when her mom answers the phone. "Honey, is everything alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm– everything's fine. Just returning your calls."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I wasn't sure you would call me back."

Finch cringes. "Yeah. No. I just... got busy. You know how the Navy is."

Her mother sighs. "Honey, I know it's been difficult since I told you, but–"

"And him," Finch cut her off.

"What?"

"And him. Since you told both of us."

"Finch."

"Would you ever have even told us if we hadn't been stationed together?"

Silence, then: "I asked him not to mention anything to you."

You laugh into the phone. The audacity. "So that’s a no."

"Finch, honey–"

"Don't!" Finch bites into the speaker, seething but not loud. Mad and disappointed. "You knew what you were doing. You knew and you did it anyway. You had a million chances. You knew he was in contact with Carole. You knew where his next station was. You–" Finch cut herself off and took a steadying breath. "You could've done something about it, but you didn't."

"And I would." Charlie's voice comes across softer now, filled with remorse and unshed tears — "If I could go back I would, but I can't." — but it's not enough.

"Look," Finch sighs, her shoulders sagging as the phone call suddenly becomes too much. "I've gotta go. I need time to think about all this."

"How much?"

"I don't know." How much time does one even allocate to mending broken trust? "A lot, maybe. But I'll try to call you. Let you know I'm okay." Finch is angry, but she knows that her mom worries, and for good reason. She's lost many a friend to the Navy over the years.

"Thank you."

"Sure."

"And Finch? Thanks for calling. I'll be here when you need me." Finch nods even though she knows her mom can't see it through the phone. "I love you, a bushel and a peck."

"Yeah, mom. You too."

After they hang up, Finch is left with a gaping hole in her heart, but she knows that healing from this will take much longer than Charlie will be comfortable with. She throws her phone onto the sofa cushion, her hands coming up to rub her face.

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Several days later, and after much reflection on her situation, Finch decides she wants to return to the mission early. There’s only so much that can be accomplished while wallowing in self-pity, and frankly, she’s tired of it. She can figure out what she wants and how to get there after the mission. So long as nobody dies. After running a few errands, she heads over to base, the late afternoon sun just beginning to set on the horizon.

The halls of the building are silent, save for a few voices echoing in the distance. Finch heads directly to Cyclone’s office, her knuckles rapping on the door a few times. She releases a deep breath, stepping back from the entryway. The door swings open, revealing a very tired Admiral Simpson. “Lieutenant Blackwood. How can I help?”

“I was wondering if I might speak with you about coming back to the mission early, sir,” Finch says hopefully. Cyclone nods shortly, stepping back to allow Finch room to come in. Entering his office isn’t as nerve-wracking as it had been the last time, although she had admittedly been in an entire different state of duress.

There’s a brief silence before Finch continues with her request. “I believe I’ve had ample time to think over my situation. I’d like to continue working on the mission if you will have me, sir.”

Cyclone doesn’t have to think too long on whether or not he wants to take Finch back early — she is, after all, integral to the detachment — no matter her relation to Captain Mitchell. “Of course, Lieutenant,” Cyclone assures, bringing his hands behind his back. “You’re welcome to come back at any time. Seeing as it’s the end of the week, you will resume your duties on Monday morning.”

Nodding, Finch gives the Air Boss a placid smile. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate your flexibility with my request, and-” A distant shout from down the hall is enough to cut Finch off. She gives Cyclone a look before stepping towards the office door. With the door open, the commotion only grows more clear. It isn’t a single voice but multiple, and it sounds like they’re grappling with each other. Following the noise brings her to the classroom where she and Maverick usually host the aviators in. The sight that greets her isn’t something she expects.

Bradley is breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and anger splashed across his face. Maverick, who she’d have thought Bradley would be going off on, seems to have shoved himself between Bradley and Hangman, exasperation etched into the lines of his face and his arms spread wide to create space between the two pilots. The cocky smirk that Seresin wears fills in the rest of blanks. He’s said something he knows he shouldn’t have. When Hangman finally makes his way out the door, it’s with a nod at Finch as he walks past. The others slowly follow after Maverick dismisses them for the day.

Bradley takes a moment to try and calm himself before he turns to leave, and stops when Maverick says something to him, but he doesn’t stay for long. His heart beats out of his chest when he spots Finch in the hallway, his breath still rigid from the altercation. Finch yearns to wrap her arms around him, hold him and tell him that no matter what Hangman said, everything will all be okay, like he did for her. She stops short of doing just that, remembering where they are.

Clearly on edge, Bradley pauses next to her. “Meet me at my place?” she whispers to him. It’s more a suggestion than a question. A curt nod from him tells her all she needs to know for the moment. Bradley continues past her, his boots echoing as he gets further away.

Cyclone watches the squadron make their exit, a deep furrow etched into his brow. How the hell are they going to fly this mission if they can’t get their shit together and act like a team?

Finch gives the admiral an awkward look before entering the classroom. Maverick sits on the edge of one of the chairs near the window, his head in his hands. Finch’s steps are purposefully heavy so she doesn’t startle him as she takes the seat to his right. Maverick looks over at her, throwing out a meek smile before turning to look out the window. Finch can’t help but wish that she understood the situation better. Maybe then, she’d be able to help.

“I don’t know if those two will ever get along.” There’s a hint of laughter in her tone, but Maverick doesn’t reciprocate. His eyes are focused at a point beyond the window and the tarmac beyond. Finch’s lips turn down. What had Hangman said that could affect both Bradley and Maverick? But she doesn’t ask and Maverick’s too swept up in thoughts about the past to try and explain it to her any time soon.

Accepting that Maverick isn’t in the right headspace for conversation, Finch pats his shoulder gently. There’s nothing she can do for him now, although she’s sure that will change in the future.

Standing from her seat, Finch walks out of the classroom. Cyclone has already returned to his office, and by the hushed quiet of the halls, she can only assume he’s having the time of his life trying to figure out what to do to turn their situation around and salvage the mission.

When she returns to her apartment, Bradley is sitting on the steps in a similar position to how she found Maverick. He hadn’t even changed out of his flight suit before coming over. “You want to tell me what the hell that was about?” she asks, standing above him, arms folded across her chest.

Looking up at her, Bradley feels compelled to tell her something, but he doesn’t exactly want to tell her that his dad was killed in an accident that involved Maverick. It isn’t a secret. It isn’t even classified information. He’s never even blamed Maverick for the accident, but a heavy sigh pulses through Bradley’s chest at the thought of telling her. So instead, he tells her a half-truth: “Hangman just doesn’t know how to mind his fucking business.” It’s a statement, surely one Finch already knows all too well.

But Finch can, apparently, see right through him. “The truth, Bradshaw. And not the abbreviated version, either.” It’s a demand, and he knows that she’s not going to take any shit from him.

She steps past him, keys jiggling as she unlocks the door. His boots scrape against the concrete when he stands, his sweat-slick palms wiping against the fabric of his flight suit. Once they’re inside, they find their spots next to each other on the couch. Finch slides over to be directly next to him, leaning some of her weight into his bicep. It’s meant to be a comfort to him, but the feeling flows both ways. “Bradley, you know I’m here for you.” Her hand moves from her side to slip their fingers together. “You’ve been here for me, and I want you to know that you don’t have to go through whatever this is alone.”

He nods, eyes fixed to where their fingers are twined and squeezing her hand in his. “Well, I guess I should give you some context,” There’s a nervous shake in his voice, but he can’t keep this from her. “You know how I told you that my dad and Mav were best friends?”

Finch is touched that Bradley feels comfortable enough to share more about his past with her, but she can’t help the chill that takes her at the same time. Because she knows he’d have come out with it if it were something easy. Finch nods, looking at him expectantly. “My dad was Mav’s RIO. Iceman and Mav were the class’ biggest competition. During a training exercise, Mav and my dad accidentally got caught in Ice’s jet-wash,” Bradley’s voice is thick, his mouth coated in a thick saliva from the emotions rising to the top.

“Mav couldn’t correct the spinning, so they ejected. When they did–” He has to fight back a sudden sob. It still hurts him to this day to talk about his dad’s death. “My dad hit his head on the canopy. It snapped his neck. He was dead before he even hit the water.”

Finch lurches toward him, her arms wrapping tightly around his broad shoulders. Bradley holds her to him, burying his face into the crook of her shoulder. Slowly, the scene from the classroom starts to make more sense. Hangman must have dug up some old bones. Finch’s hand rubs gentle circles into Bradley’s shoulder blades as they stay in this position for a moment.

“And Hangman decided to be a dick about it?” She hazards a guess. Bradley nods, face staying put in the crook of her neck, his hot breath making Finch’s skin warm. “I’m sorry you have to deal with him, Brad-Brad,” she murmurs, carding a hand soothingly through his curls. “But you’ll get through this. He can’t keep you down.”

When Bradley pulls away and sees the genuine apology in her eyes, he can’t help but press a kiss to her forehead, then to the top of her head. His stomach twists at the smile that blooms across her face and finds himself smiling back, though somberly.

“How about I order pizza and we can watch whatever the hell is on TV?” Finch offers and chuckling, Bradley agrees. They spend the rest of the evening chatting about life, getting to know each other, and divulging some secrets they swear not to tell another soul.

The following Monday, Finch is glad to be back at her regular post. Being back to work means that she has less time to think about all of the other things going on in her life, even if they include her coworkers, and now her biological father.

The atmosphere of the office changes throughout the day. The aviators are all still working on their dogfighting skills, and it’s obvious that despite his best efforts, Maverick hasn’t been able to teach the Daggers how to fly the mission successfully. Cyclone grumbles as much during her meeting with him that morning, and it’s clear to Finch that Cyclone’s distaste for the dark-haired captain is ever-growing.

During her late lunch break, Finch listens to the comms with Hondo and the rest of the strike team. Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote are all up with Maverick this time, and it seems to be going well so far. Tuning it out a bit, Finch turns her attention to Hondo.

“So, where'd you disappear to last week?” Hondo inquires, shoving a forkful of salad into his mouth.

Finch shrugs, shuffling her cauliflower and chicken around in the bowl. “I had to take care of a few things that came up. I couldn’t wait to address them.”

Nodding, Hondo doesn’t ask any other questions about it. That’s something that Finch always respected about him, he always allowed her the space she needed, and she never felt pressured into telling him anything she didn’t want to. Her attention is caught momentarily by Rooster, who joins the two of them with his own lunch in hand.

Suddenly, there’s a ruckus over the comms. At first, Finch can’t quite make out what’s being said, but feels a wave of relief come over her when Maverick tells them that it’s enough for the day and to return to base. Finch could only assume that they had failed to shoot him down again, or there had been some sort of emergency in the air. She hopes it was the former.

Then, before she’s able to return to her lunch, the words any aviator would dread come from Bob. “Bird strike!”

Finch’s heart drops to the bottom of her feet, wide eyes meeting Hondo’s. Bird strikes are never good. The three voices of Maverick, Phoenix, and Bob are fighting for airspace over the comm, and Finch’s blood begins to turn cold. Silence consumes the break room, the sounds of forks clicking against tupperware and plates missing.

Hearing Maverick shout “Eject! Eject! Eject!” has Finch sitting at the edge of her seat. Everyone’s faces have gone pale, eyeing each other. Hondo moves from his seat and exits the break room, his lunch forgotten. When she can tear her eyes from the radio, Finch’s gaze flicks to Rooster only to find him gone. In the commotion, she must have missed him as he left.

Taking a shaky deep breath, Finch fumbles to place the lid back on her lunch container. The air in the room has become stale, thick with anticipation and anxiety. Moving from her seat, she quickly makes her way to the fridge, hastily opening it and placing her container wherever there’s an open spot. There’s no time to concern herself with labels.

Before she steps out into the hall, she hears Coyote’s voice come through over the radio to state that both parachutes had opened. A flood of temporary relief comes over Finch. That they had ejected, at the very least, was good to know. But she needs to find Rooster. Now. Knowing what she does now about what happened to his dad, Finch is sure that Rooster isn’t in the greatest of headspaces.

Hearing a commotion, Finch rushes down a hallway and around a corner only to stop just short of slamming into Cyclone and Warlock. Momentarily taken aback by her sudden appearance, Cyclone motions for Finch to come with them. Heart sinking into her stomach, Finch obeys. She yearns to be there for Bradley, but at the same time she knows work has to be her priority right now, and that whatever the Admirals need her to take care of in regard to this incident is more pressing than making sure Bradley, a grown man, is okay.

As they walk towards the hangar, Warlock talks through an action plan for the Daggers once they return to class the next day, but the details fall on deaf ears. Though Finch is walking in-step with the admirals, her mind is consumed by thoughts of Phoenix and Bob. They’re going to be okay, Coyote said that their parachutes deployed. They’re going to be okay, they’re going to be okay.

Before she knows it, Finch is sitting in a small-to-mid-size conference room with personnel of all ranks and positions, discussing the best path forward now that they’re out for a day because of the bird strike. The faces almost blend in, and Finch knows she’s in for a long-haul.

Hours later, Finch stands in front of a mirror in the bathroom, having just splashed cold water over her warm skin. In the middle of the meeting they had confirmed that both Phoenix and Bob were alive, and had also taken Coyote in for examination because of his G-Loc incident.

Despite knowing all of this, Finch’s hands shake. She can still hear the frantic chatter in the silent Ready Room, and doesn’t know how Bradley is handling all of it. Hasn’t seen him since his disappearing act and hasn’t heard from him either.

Stepping into the hallway, a light in the common room catches her attention. The Sun had set at least an hour ago, and with the personnel from the impromptu meeting filing their way out of the building, nobody should’ve been on base to need the light on.

She pauses when she finally sees who is in the room. Through the small window in the door, she can make out Bradley’s figure leaned against a desk, his back to the door. It’s been hours since the incident, but his flight suit is still tied around his waist, black t-shirt soft against his muscled back. Finch catches her bottom lip between her teeth before hesitantly knocking on the door and turning the knob.

Bradley inhales deeply when he turns and sees Finch slowly making her way over to him, and it’s as if some of the tension of the day evaporates as soon as Bradley pulls her into his arms. He buries his head into the stiff fabric of her khakis as Finch runs her fingers through his curled locks and massages gently.

Words are not necessary between the two of them. They both understand that today could have turned out very differently, and that it very well could’ve been him up there instead of Phoenix and Bob or Coyote. Leaning down, Finch chances a tender kiss to the top of Bradley’s head to remind herself that he’s real. She knows that there’s nothing she can say to change how he’s feeling right now, so she holds him instead.

As Bradley goes to pull away, footsteps can be heard in the doorway. Bradley goes to say something, but snaps his mouth shut as the door swings open. Finch turns her head to the door to find Maverick looking between the two of them. Bradley doesn’t dare look at Finch, instead opting to stare coldly at Maverick.

Maverick’s eyes flit between the two of them one more time before he clears his throat. “They’ll keep Phoenix and Bob overnight for observation. They’re gonna be okay.” The news does little to settle Bradley who appears more than a little suspicious of his presence.

Finch, however, is appreciative that Maverick has chosen not to mention how close she and Rooster had been when he first entered the room. “That’s amazing,” she says as if she hadn’t received that same news in her earlier meeting and takes a calculated step away from Bradley.

“That’s good,” Bradley chokes out, averting his gaze. “I’ve never lost a wingman.”

The air in the room has suddenly grown chilly, and Finch doesn't know whether she needs to be on edge or high alert.

Maverick eyes lock on Bradley as if he’s the only other person in the room “You’re lucky. Fly long enough, it’ll happen,” He sighs before continuing. “There will be others.”

Before Finch can make any argument as to what was wrong with that statement, Bradley turns back to Maverick. “That’s easy for you to say,” he spits. Venom dripping from each word as he says: “No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in.”

Maverick sucks in a breath as Rooster’s words hit their mark. But his gaze immediately focuses on Finch. And, looking to Bradley, Finch wonders how deep that comment hits.

“Go home. Get some sleep.” It’s all Maverick says as he turns to leave.

But Bradley’s anger bubbles over in an instant and suddenly he’s ready for a fight. Unwilling to let Maverick walk away. “Why’d you pull my papers at the academy?” He steps between Finch and Maverick. “Why did you stand in my way?”

Maverick’s expression changes to something stoic in the face of Bradley’s outburst. “You weren’t ready,” he says like it’s fact.

“Ready for what?” Bradley moves closer to Maverick, practically standing in his face. “Huh? Ready to fly like you?”

The tension between the two grows and Finch worries that she should do something to get between Bradley and his superior officer, but she’s also not entirely sure she should interfere. “To forget the book,” Maverick responds, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Trust your instincts. Don’t think, just do. You think up there, you’re dead. Believe me.”

Finch knows that it’s not the right thing to say to Bradley, and she feels inclined to step in. “That’s not always true,” Finch says because she knows that’s the wrong thing to say to Bradley, but both men ignore her, too wrapped up in their faceoff to acknowledge she’s said anything at all.

“My dad believed in you,” Bradley bites, out for blood and digging the proverbial knife deeper into Maverick’s chest. “I won’t make the same mistake.”

The oxygen leaves the room, Maverick’s face dropping and Finch’s heart beating wildly in her throat until she feels sick with it.

Then, the door swings open, and that should give them all a chance to breathe, but it doesn’t.

“Maverick.” Warlock’s baritone has never felt more ominous than it does in that moment. Finch gasps for breath, but comes up dry.

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How they'd spend old years eve with you

Modern AU!

Characters: Cyno, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Razor, Zhongli

CW: A lil nsfw at Heizou, didnt proofread!

A/N: Happy new year guys (well, in 11 minutes..) I hope y'all had a great year and I hope I could've made a lot of you better with my headcanons and fanfics. It's been a rough year for me too, but I still found a way to turn my battles into creativity. Stay safe :)

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Cyno

You've been looking forward to spending this special day with Cyno..!

Throughout the year he been be all serious about business, never really having time to relax.. But now that it was old years eve, he could finally let out a sigh and relax on the couch.

It was his idea to start the night with a game of TCG, which you had started on.. But still, you weren't as good as him..

Playing cards for almost half an hour, since you were that desperate to win, you didn't realize it was already around 5 pm..

"Oh! We should prepare a meal for ourselves.." You mentioned.. Looking at the cards in your hands, you were so close to winning.. You actually wanted to continue the game.

Since you both weren't in the mood to invite anyone, you had the house all to your own... So, while you played another card, you two conversed about whatever you were going to cook.

Finally bringing down one of his character cards, you had a mighty fine idea of dinner.. Well, he just mentioned a nice rice dish would've been okay with him, but of course.. You had to go extraordinary since it was old years eve..!

So, inspired you dropped your hand if cards, notifying Cyno you'd start cooking so you could be done by 6 pm.. He observed your cards, letting you know you could've won if you continued playing..

Cooking together with Cyno is a must... He can cook like a God. After you had explained your entire cooking plan, he proceeded to do his part with such precision.. You were almost afraid his vegetables would taste thousand times better-.. Like, come on.. Your prepared meat had to match the flavor..

As expected! The dish was AMAZING. Watching game shows on TV while enjoying your meal together in peace was all you could've wished for!

He brought up a few jokes, but they were so bad.. Jeez..

After dinner you cleaned up and decided to lay on the couch, your head resting on his chest and continued to watch TV till it was almost time for the countdown..

Without any words he gazed at you, seeing the sparkle in your eye was way better than any firework.. But still...

"You want to watch outside?" The excitement was ginormous as you sat up straight, but not before you exchanged an I love you.

Looking out of the window, being comforted by each other's warmth, you shared your new years resolutions.. Staying with him till death separated you. Well, how cheesy, as a thousand sparks appeared in the sky, he told you he thought about the exact same thing.

Within a second it seemed like the night had suddenly turned into day, the amount of fireworks that were sent flying into the sky.. 00:00..

You wished each other a happy new year, smooching each other and smiling.. It wasnt that much, but the thought behind it meant a lot more to you two

Heizou (A little nsfw-)

You two have been together for 3 years now, and every year you insisted on sitting with him, some good tunes blasting from the radio and some snacks on the table while you crack cases with him..

The first time you decided you wanted to do this on old years eve, he had been very confused.. Though, he didn't see the problem with it..

Now, you've become a reliable helper, even if it was one day a year.. It was fun too? You saw it as a kind of game, gluing all the clues together, marking important words who nobody noticed, laying connections..!

"Now, (Y/n) do you see all these patterns? I think we've come closer to sewing all these parts together..?" Heizou shoved a file towards you, your eyes scanning the sentences quickly as you underlined another detail which seemed important.

The excitement in your doing and eyes always hyped him up, happy that someone close to him shared his passion in some way..

"Here! You can figure it out better this way." You smiled at him, handing back the paper as you took a sip of water. You had to stay sober so you could crack cases-

"Mhmm... Oh gee? I overlooked that.. How come?" His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, indexfinger and thumb caressing his chin as his eyes observed the paper.

"We got a culprit!" He eventually notified, his smug grin appearing again. You cheered happily, already standing up to get the champagne because.. You had to celebrate of course.

"Hey? (Y/n), are you spicing it up with Heizou or something!?" You looked at the person down the stairs.. Right, you had guests over. You forgot.

"Not really, we were working on a case, but we're done now.." You ran down the stairs, standing next to Itto.. Who invited him again- Well whatever.

"So, that's cleared now?" Kazuha smiled, appearing next to Itto. You nodded and gazed at the clock.. You were busy for two hours..! No wonder they got suspicious.. Well, you had half an hour left until it was 12 o'clock.

"It is, thanks to my amazing s/o, I cleared another hard case." Heizou's arm snaked around your waist, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "I also hope you're not done with the 2nd bottle of champagne." He added, walking past them with your hand in his, his thumb sensually caressing your hand.

"No worries, Kuki and me kept them under controll." Seeing Gorou laying on the couch, Kuki watching TV and Scaramouche.. Whatever doing on the floor, you squinted..

".. So laid back.." You whispered, Heizou grinned and pushed the neck of the bottle in your hands.

"Lets pop it open outside.. Just shake it a little.. Move up and down with your hands you know.." The way he stared in your eyes nearly made you pass out, the fact you could feel his breath tickle your lips too..-

"Bro's! They're gonna pop open another one! Cmon we gotta see this.." Itto waved with his hands, taking Scaramouche's hat in his hands for absolutely no reason, waiting for the three of them to come along.

"Ugh. Give that back.." Scaramouche groaned, slowly awakening from his slumber. Gorou finally opened his eyes too.. Rubbing his own forehead and blinked a few times as Kuki already stood on both her feet.

Heizou and you seemed too indulged (?!?!) With each other as the rest followed to the garden, it seemed like they were pretty much all drunk.. Even Kuki who was pushing so hard to walk straight, they all tripped over their feet in some way.

"Whatcha say.. This one's for us, we run to the bedroom, lock the door and end this year with a really good bang?" Heizou whispered in your ear, your cheeks flamed slightly, your undeniable smile visible for him.

They all chanted, waiting for you to shake the bottle and make the champagne pour out.. Your hands tightened around the neck, staring at Heizou as you shook it around.

"..." He carefully looked at your hands, the grin on his face returned.. The bottle shot open as the champagne poured out. The crowd went absolutely wild..! Praise the almighty (Y/n) for popping a motherfucking bottle..-

Anyways, Heizou quickly took the bottle out of your hands to take a few gluttonous sips. Surprised you stood there, what the hell were you supposed to do wi-

He grasped your jaw, pulled you closer and kissed you, pouring the liquid in your mouth. Eyes wide open you drank, at this rate every body screamed out of excitement.. This was why you could determine they were drunk- You would never hear them shout like this.. Except for Itto..

They were absolutely howling, Heizou somehow distracting them in a way you could sneak past them all, back into the house

"You're gonna see something else exploding tonight.. I'll give you a happy new year in advance.." He smoothly notified, you chuckled as you pulled him with you up the stairs.

Itto

So, in advance, you knew he was the king of stupid ideas.. And it has been a tradition that you would light fireworks with the gang and you, being the S/O of the boss.

As always, Itto was way too excited to wait till it was old years eve. So, about one and a half days before it was legally allowed to be shooting fireworks, he was already looking through all the fireworks he was going to shoot off that day

You were just observing with arms crossed, sighing deeply as he rattled on about all the cool plans he had. You shook your head in disagreement, but kept your words to yourself.

"Hey hey! C'mon c'mon… (Y/n), please.. This one's so cool! You've gotta look at this, I'm surprised we still got these from past year? Thought we used it alllll up.." He held the funmakers in his hands, you blinked a few times.

"Nuh uh Itto. We're not doing it.. It's a day or some till new year's, can't you wait a little bit..?" You noticed how his smile turned into a slight frown, his cheek rounding up as he gave you puppy eyes.

"Pretty pleaaase.. Just one…!" He begged, you closed your eyes and hummed softly. "Okay. Just one."

He cheered, rushing outside already without a single hesitation. You slowly followed him, seeing he was already outside crouching and setting up everything.

His hands searched around on his body, trying to find something. He stood up and sighed deeply.

"Baby." Itto turned around, his eyes sparkling. "You forgot this." You threw the lighter at him, he caught it and gave you a close eyed smile.

"Thank you!" You chuckled, leaning against the doorframe.

"(Y/n), you know you're out in the open.. Is that really that handy.." Startled you looked over to the side, seeing Kuki walking over to you together with the rest of the squad. You hid your face in the scarf you were wearing.

"… Ah, well.. Itto just took a full sprint towards the front door.. Didn't even have time to stop him or anything. What's the chance of him getting caught.. Right.." Your sentence ended with a tone of doubt, realizing it was Itto.. He would get caught so easily.

"Itto, might wanna get to the back.. Don’t you?" You nudged over to your house, he backed off from the firework, holding his arm in front of you as he fixed his hair with his other free hand.

"Nah! We should be fine, cops ain't got nothing on me..!-" He got interrupted by a load bang, you flinched slightly as the rocked soared up through the sky. Your eyes followed it, the bang making Itto roar loudly in excitement.

"LET'S GOOO!" He raised his fists up in the air, nearly hitting one of his gang members.

"Boss! What're we doing today?" They chanted, you gazed at Kuki and whispered you probably had to make some preparations for old year's eve. She nodded and walked back inside with you.. You two decided to prepare some food and drinks, since they would be staying over tonight

"Are you looking forward to new year's, (Y/n)?" You sighed deeply, looking over to her with a tired look on your face. "Kinda worried.. It involves Itto. Simply that.." You responded, staring at the glasses Kuki placed on top of the kitchen counter. "Hmm, I understand. He can get himself into trouble quite frequently and he's really reckless." Kuki quickly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to her, you sighed deeply and leaned in for a few seconds.. Backing off again soon, since you had a lot to prepare for the night!

You couldn't really stop him from drinking anything, he was going wild-

He also made you sit on his lap and kept you close, his arm wrapped around your waist. You were simply thinking about the fact that you were surprised Itto didn’t get caught by the cops, slowly relaxing in his arms.

Smooching you every 30 seconds, he simply got lost in your sweet smell, being so damn clingy the entire evening.

Before you knew he threw you over his shoulder, pointing to the door, almost tripping over. "Let's go light some fireworks again..?!" Itto cheered, his fist being raised up in the air.

"… You're not lighting up anything.." Kuki mumbled as you all marched over to the door.

Kazuha

The days towards the end of the year had been really peaceful..!

You had celebrated Christmas together with all your friends, but you and Kazu promised each other to spend the last day of the year with each other.

Happy he was home for one day, you wanted to do nothing else but be really close to him. You were used to him being gone for long periods of time since he liked traveling that much.. Vid calling you wasn't really enough, but if you ever had the chance to go with him.. You took it. And he loved showing you around the world.

But now that he decided to stay home, your face nuzzled into his chest as the Christmas tree still stood in the corner of the room, comfy lights decorating the room.

Normally he wouldn't be a fan of alcohol, but... He wanted to drink with you, for once.. Since it was almost new years..- (AAH)

Sadly enough you didn't get him so drunk that he would let out small hiccups, muttering cute things under his breath, but it was also a reliever that he was kinda sober so he could experience the last few seconds of the year with you.

While you two finished a bottle, you talked all about your favorite moments.. Bringing back up the summer vacation where you traveled together with him to some country outside Japan, though your memory failed to retrieve the location.. But you did remember what kinda stuff you did there..~

Both of your cheeks had a pink dust brushed over them, feeling the warmth in the room raise, Kazuha recommended going outside where it was a lot cooler.

So, you stood up, still holding the glass with beverage inside in your hands as you walked over to the front door with careful steps.

Before you could open it, Kazuha had already caught up with you and opened it for you like the gentleman he was..

You already smelled the gunpowder, indicating people had already started sending fireworks up in the air.. With a deep sigh you smiled and crossed your arms.. Noticing sparks in the air once in a while.

"I know we both prefer peaceful.. So here.." Kazuha closed the door behind him, pulling out two sparklers. You blinked surprised as you saw the particles flying off, but slowly took one and chuckled.

"Its way more quiet.." And with that he finally stood next to you, watching both your sparklers slowly burning up.. Seeing different colors like green and red appear in the sky once a while.. He lived for such sights, and he would kill to make sure you were next to him on these beautiful moments.

"Hey, (Y/n). I've got a few things to mention before we step into this new year just around the corner." He begun, staring straight into your eyes. You hummed loud and clear, quickly checking the time on your phone.. How was it already 23:48.. Time flied..

His sparkler died out first, so he placed it on the floor for him to pick it up later.. And wrapped an arm around you. You scooted closer without hesitation, looking up to observe his lively eyes.

Then he started telling you about how he loved you, how much he adored you, how every bit of you was perfect.. Just.. 5 minutes filled with lavish praise?

Taken by shock you gazed at him, a little stunned by his decision to say all this to you right now.. As the amount of fireworks being shot in the air slowly increased by each minute, you hugged him tight.. A smile formed on your face for the hundredth time that day.

As the two of you stood there in silence, the clock had 3 minutes left before it would tick into the new year, Kazu slowly let go and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

"(Y/n). You're amazing, you know that..?" He stared right into your soul, his gentle gaze was pain softening, your entire body turning into pudding and your mind blanking out for a second.. How could he be so enchanting..!

"Kazuha.. I love y-.." You couldn't even finish your sentence or he already kissed you, thousands of fireworks flying up in the air resulting in the sky changing all sorts of colors.. You knew that if someone had made a picture it would've been the most perfect shot ever.

He let go, eyes never taken off you even though all the action happened in the sky.

"I love you too, (Y/n).. Happy new year.." He hugged you tight, caressing your back really slow.. Your reaction was to rapidly wrap your hands around him too, your face buried in his chest.

"Hey hey? You two flirts. Won't you look at this?" Your body flinched, turning your head to see a phone held in front of your face.

"Oh, Heizou? Scaramouche?" Kazuha brought out with an heartwarming smile on his face. Scaramouche simply crossed his arms and hid his face in his scarf.

"So there was someone who made a pic..?" You said surprised, Heizou closed one eye and he stuck out his tongue.

Razor

You had already warned him for all the loud sounds he'd hear in the city, but he still wanted to enjoy some outside time with you.

It was a cold winter, you had your arm hooked through Razor's as the two of you slowly observed everything.

Even though Christmas had already passed, the lighting still hung in the air.. People excitingly ran around, still getting their last minute fireworks for tonight.

"Isn't it pretty.. All the lights, the sounds of the city being so lively..? Getting served delicious food." You happily hopped around while Razor silently looked around. He held you closer to him.

"As long as you have fun.. Its okay." He replied, growling softly. You sighed and gently ruffled his hairs, pressing a smooch on his cheek.

"I'm having a lot of fun, but it'd feel better if you were enjoying it too!" You hugged his arm tightly, he looked at you.. Tilting his head a bit afterwards.

"I.. Try." You chuckled softly, standing still out of nowhere and turned your body towards him.

He seemed a little surprised, but turned to you too, staring right in your eyes. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, your thumb softly caressing his soft skin. "Let's forget all formalities, all awkwardness.. Let's have fun."

People rushed past you, hands intertwined with each other so you wouldn’t lose each other. It softly started to rain, you looked up to the sky and smiled. "Hey? It's starting to rain?" You notified, Razor shortly sniffed.. Feeling the atmosphere changing to something more comfy for him.

"Am.. Glad." He removed his bangs out of his eyesight, giving you another short stare, a soft smile appearing on his face.

You passed a few food stands that were placed out in the city, enjoying everything that was granted to you tonight.. As long as you were together, it would be fine.

"You know what's the best part of new years Razor?" You started softly, he squeezed your hands lightly as he hummed. "The fireworks. They're loud, but so incredibly colorful and beautiful.." He blinked a few times, eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Is it?" He replied, you nodded excited.

He closed his eyes, placing his indexfinger and thumb under his chin. "There's.. A nice spot.." He whispered in your ear, his eyes slightly glittering.

And so, Razor led you to a place you never really visited, running past tons of trees and bushes. You completely trusted him, knowing he knew the forest like his back pocket. When he noticed your speed was slowly decreasing, he stopped running and turned around to you.

"You.. Okay?" He asked, you panted and nodded. He squinted slightly, not fully believing you.

".. Here." He turned his back towards you, kneeling down a bit and held out his arms on the side. "Jump." His hands gestured for you to climb on his back, you gasped.

"R-Razor..! No nee-" "(Y/n), no worry.. Time is almost 00:00. We can make it.. On time." His hair waved along with the wind, you gulped nervously and jumped on his back.

He easily ran, like you were weighting nothing, towards the spot he was thinking off..

Finally, after minutes, he stopped.. You opened your eyes again, only to see the two of you standing on top of some kind of hill.

The moment he placed you down, the fireworks already started going up in the air, surprised and stunned you slowly found balance on your feet, looking up to the sky..

"Woah.." You brought out, being unable to find any words. The colors filled the sky, Razor was just as surprised as you were.

"Beautiful.." He grinned pleased, his grin grew wider as he chuckled. Your mouth was slightly open, completely concentrating on the colors in the sky..

"(Y/n).." You turned your head to him, he hugged you tightly. Your eyes widened, but you softly readjusted to him which resulted in you wrapping your arms around him.

"Thank you for making my year a lot better.." You laughed happily.. Your life couldn’t get any better.

Zhongli

Old years eve with Zhongli is next level peaceful.

The two of you always evaluate the day, what happened at work.. But on new years eve you discuss what life decisions you two will make in the new year.

Living in a beautiful house with a balcony, the two of you sit across each other, each a glass of wine, having a direct view on the sky.

"I'm the happiest man alive, to witness this together with you. The end of an eventful year.." His eyes seemed to light up, you took another small sip of wine as you smiled.

"I am grateful to sit here with you. So much tried breaking us down, fortunately, it wasn't strong enough." The wind blew slightly, making you shiver shortly.

"Cold?" He already started taking off his coat as you raised your hand to deny the cold, till you coughed lightly. "Don't worry, here.. Take this.." He stood up and walked towards you, making sure his coat covered up your body.

"A lot warmer.. Isn't it?" He took his time walking back to his spot, his hands still on your shoulders.

"Something the matter?" You looked up, seeing his sharp jawline.. He shook his head, bangs loosely moving along. "Not much, simply time ticking as I think about a lot. There is so much we still need to do." He sighed deeply as you reached out for his cheek.

Surprised he looked down towards you once your hand cupped his cheek. "We still got a lot of time, no need to stress yourself with it.." You smiled kindly, warming his heart up all again in this chilly weather.

"... I love you (Y/n)." He pressed his lips against yours and let go soonly after, he checked his watch.. Fixing his sleeves while he slowly walked back to his chair. You observed his back muscles and bit on your lower lip.

The way his tight blouse revealed his toned body, the belt around his waist exposing how small it was.. Yet himself being so tall.. Towering over you whenever you stood next to him..

He poured another glass for the both of you while staring straight into your eyes once a while. "It's getting late. Almost New year.. What are our wishes?" He begun, handing you over your glass. He sat down with his own afterwards.

With your lips slightly parted, you seeped air through your teeth as you stared to the sky, soon to be filled with colors.

"Finding a solid job that is..?" It sounded more like your personal new years resolution, though it was necessary to mention, it wasn't something that you could really reach together.

"Don't worry, I'll help you sort that out." Zhongli's comforting voice reassured you, another sigh escaped your lips.

"I'd like to.. Move away from the apartment. The balcony is very nice, but it isn't really.. My dream house." You eventually brought out, your glazy eyes finally recapturing their sharpness as you made eye contact with your man. "Understandable. Let's try doing that before next year ends." He placed his hand on top of yours, he got a nervous laugh out of you by doing simply this.

"That's a big goal ain't it?" "And I'm sure we'll fulfill it, no worries (Y/n)." He said, taking another sip of wine. You did the same, feeling your head spinning slightly.. You couldn't really recall how many bottles the two of you had finished, but it was fun to just.. Talk and drink something with your S/O.

"It's almost 00:00. I want you to know that once we enter this new year, I will still love you nonetheless, and my love has never decreased.. I hope we can stay like this, (Y/n), forever." A short twinkle appeared in his eyes, another laugh shook loose from you.

"I love you too Zhongli, please stay at my side.. And don't leave." He stood up, slowly retreating his hands back from yours and held them behind his back. He looked up to the sky, his jawline clearly visible. Once again your heart throbbed.

You eventually did the same, his arm being raised as an invitation for you to come closer, so you did. The moment you reached his chest, he wrapped his arm around you.. Breathing in and out deeply once.

"What would I ever do without you.. Hm?"

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