#idol husband au

[rainystressed247]

My husband is a super idol!

I have been seeing honeywork in my dash so that is our main inspiration here hahahaha! Go Dream!

[fawnim]

Miss Fell's first ever photocard!

Drops on xx.xx.2024!

Happy Femme Aziraphale Friday! This one's dedicated to the lovely @skiptomyylu, who have literally hyped up every femme aziraphale brainrot i've ever had SEHFJAKSA THEY'RE MY TWIN IN EVERYTHINGG /pos/silly the fic that's supposed to accompany this is still in the works :c im a slow writer forgive me ><

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[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞❞

characters: non idol husband jungkook x nurse female reader

summary: After a tiring day at work, Y/N returns home to her caring husband Jungkook <3

genre: lots of fluff and comfort

word count: 1,063

The soft click of the door sounds louder than it should as I step into our apartment, the familiar quiet welcoming me home. My feet ache, and my back is sore after another long shift at the hospital. I let out a tired sigh as I drop my bag by the door and slip off my shoes, wincing at the relief. All I want right now is to collapse into bed, to let my body melt into the sheets and forget about the day.

As I turn to head to the bedroom, I hear a familiar, warm voice.

“You’re home, baby.”

I look up and see Jungkook standing in the hallway, his dark hair a little messy, wearing those comfy sweatpants and the oversized hoodie I love seeing him in. His smile is soft, his eyes filled with that warmth that always makes my heart flutter, no matter how tired I am. Before I can even respond, he’s walking towards me, arms wide open.

I practically melt into his embrace the second his arms wrap around me. His chest is solid and warm, and for a moment, I let myself forget everything. The exhaustion, the long day, the chaos at the hospital—it all fades away when I’m with him.

“Tough day?” he murmurs, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head as he rocks me slightly in his arms.

“Yeah,” I sigh, leaning more into him. “It felt like I was running on empty all day. I'm so tired I could probably fall asleep standing here.”

I feel him chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against my cheek where it rests on his chest. His laughter always has this calming effect on me, like a reminder that everything is okay when I'm with him.

“Not on my watch,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at me, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. His touch is so gentle, so familiar. “C’mon, let's get you comfortable.”

Without waiting for my response, he takes my hand and leads me into the living room. The soft glow of fairy lights fills the space, casting a warm, cozy ambiance over the room. My eyes land on the couch, where there’s a blanket already laid out, along with a bowl of snacks and my favorite iced tea waiting on the coffee table.

I blink, my heart swelling at the thoughtfulness. “Did you do all this for me?”

“Of course,” he says, smiling as he gently guides me to sit down. “I know how hard you’ve been working. You deserve to come home to something nice.”

His words make my heart flutter in my chest. As I settle onto the couch, I feel the weight of the day lifting off my shoulders. The softness of the cushions and the warmth of Jungkook’s presence are all I need.

“You’re too good to me,” I say quietly, though I can’t help the smile creeping onto my face.

He shakes his head, giving me that playful smile that always makes me fall for him all over again. “Nah, I just love spoiling my hardworking wife.”

My heart skips a beat at the word "wife." It still feels new, even though we’ve been married for a while now. Every time he says it, it makes me feel warm and tingly inside.

“You don’t have to do all this,” I say softly, though I know deep down how much it means to me.

Jungkook just shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to. You take care of people all day long. Let me take care of you when you come home.”

His hands gently settle on my shoulders, starting to knead out the knots that have been building up all day. I let out a soft groan of relief, my eyes closing as I lean back into his touch. It feels so good to have him here, to feel his hands easing away all the tension I’ve been carrying.

“You’re amazing...” I mumble, too tired to do anything but relax into his care.

He hums, continuing to massage my shoulders. “I try.”

The tenderness in his voice makes my chest feel warm and tight. He really is amazing, always knowing exactly what I need without me even having to say a word. He presses a kiss to my temple, and I sigh in contentment.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” he says softly, pulling me closer until I’m leaning against his chest, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

I nod, not even trying to fight it. I could fall asleep like this—wrapped up in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat in my ear. The weight of the day seems so far away now, like it’s just a distant memory.

Jungkook reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, flipping to our favorite show without even asking. He knows me too well. We’ve watched this show together a hundred times, but it doesn’t matter. It’s familiar, comforting—just like him.

His arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me even closer, and I feel his hand gently running through my hair. The soothing motion makes my eyelids grow heavier by the second. The exhaustion from the day is finally catching up to me, but in the best way. In his arms, I feel safe, protected. Loved.

“Jungkook?” I whisper, my voice barely audible as sleep starts to take over.

“Yeah?” His voice is soft, so full of love.

“Thank you… for always being here for me.”

His hand pauses for a moment in my hair, and I feel him press a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Always, baby. Always.”

✿✿✿ ☕ ✿✿✿

[honeytbz]

you see him across the stage. stars in his eyes as tears spill from your eyes. everyone listens to his alluring voice. your child in his lap as he sings to his daughter. she claps along and giggles out “dada” with a soft whisper. the crowd erupts with aws. you are truly blessed to have such a loving husband and daughter.

[starshine-valley]

Random ships to consider (i like their dynamics in my mix n’ match au :DD and doesn’t really have to be considered “romantic” per say could be a friendship type thing!!)

RuiEna

Mafusaki

Akihona

Shizukasa

Shihoan

These ships in my au are not necessarily canon? But they have the most interactions that are interesting and ship worthy. 

[totally-correct-shenanigans]

Sam: I’m scared that when you become rich and famous you’ll be embarrassed by me.

Max: Oh Sam, I’m already embarrassed by you.

[aspiring-pansy]

Touching up chapter 2 of False Idols this morning ⭐️ It makes my heart so full that people are enjoying it! Here it a little nibble from False Idols Ch 2:

“It was the man beside him, it was delicious. He floated between a sea of meditative bliss, eyes half lidded by warmth of candlelight. He unintentionally leaned in closer, inhaling deep to uncover the full picture this complex scent painted. The smell was so light, sunny, so opposite of his own, it was like spring condensed into a singularity. If he could drink it, it would be considered a godly nectar. With each breath he was coated in delight until he heard a throat clear gruffly. He sat up straighter than before, snapped back into cold reality. He felt the wooden pew dig against each column of his spine. “

[luuxxart]

things that happen on first of February.

[thelargefrye]

⸻   * ❪ ♡⃗ … Y/N is a member of the popular girl group (G)-IDLE under CUBE entertainment who debuted on MAY 2, 2018 with the ep I AM as the groups LEAD VOCALIST and MAIN DANCER.

becoming a trainee in 2016, y/n would train with who would soon become her future members. she notes that groups like F(X) and EXID are what made her want to become an idol. she auditioned for SM entertainment, but didn't get in and that's when she auditioned for cube and was accepted. along with f(x) and exid, she also noted how HYUNA was a notable idol for her especially when she was a trainee.

y/n is most well-known for her both her dancing and vocals. she often does dance covers for other groups. along with her dance covers, she has also released a few original singles on YOUTUBE and SOUNDCLOUD. she made her solo on AUGUST 13, 2022 with the ep TWIN STARS, which she planned a large hand in producing and writing for along with member SOYEON.

* ❪ ♡⃗ … BASICS

label : cube entertainment

debut date : may 2, 2018

debut album : i am

debut song : latata

fandom : neverland

representative emoji : 🦔

representative color : mint

instagram : dazz.lingyeen

* ❪ ♡⃗ … DISCOGRAPHY

twin stars ( 2022 ) | ep

oc edition is still a work in progress.

[naesarangyunho]

Make Up Sex- Jeong Yunho

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

NSFW- MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Yunho goes out drinking with San and Mingi and returns home incredibly intoxicated and says something horrible to his wife without thinking. He makes it up to her the next morning though. Contains: Husband! Yunho, Non-Idol au, Some brief angst, Yunho is an ass briefly, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, some domestic fluff at the end

[Word count: 3k]

He wasn't sure why he said it, but he regretted the words the instant that they fell from his tongue.

"For fucks sake, shut the fuck up! My head is killing me and you're making it worse with all your bitching."

He couldn't believe himself and neither could she, judging from the way her brows raised and her eyes widened before her face crumbled.

Never had he ever spoken to her that way and never had he wanted to speak to her that way.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean it, I swear." He tried to reach out for her but she moved out of his reach, tears collecting in her lashes.

"What's come over you, Yunho?"

He reached for her again, "I drank too much, I'm so sorry. Love, I really didn't mean it."

She took a step back, "Don't touch me."

He retracted his hand, "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "You should have thought about that before you lashed out at me. I only said you should have called me if you were going to stay out so late. Am I not allowed to be concerned about my husband?"

"You're allowed to be concerned. I said I'm sorry, Y/N." He gave her a heartbroken look, one that annoyed her right now because his big puppy eyes always made her feel guilty, regardless of whether she was supposed to or not.

"Don't do that."

His brows furrowed, "Do what?"

She just shook her head, "You know what, nevermind. You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

She walked off in the direction of their room before she could see the way his heart dropped and the look in his eyes that accompanied it. She was angry and hurt and didn't want to see his face and have her resolve crumble.

"Y/N, wait!" He called out but she kept her eyes forward, entered their room, and slammed the door.

"I said I was sorry." He mumbled to himself as he stared at the closed door.

He made his way into the living room, stumbling slightly, his bare feet dragging along the polished wooden floors.

He stripped to his t-shirt and boxers and fell forward onto the couch, face buried in a throw pillow. God, he was such an idiot. He couldn't believe the way he had yelled at his wife like that.

He knew for a fact that he was in the wrong. He had said he was just going for a quick drink with Mingi and San and would be home before eight. He'd still promised to pick up dinner so she wouldn't have to cook. Instead, he had drunk so much with his friends that he got so completely caught up in alcohol and conversation that the thought to call his wife didn't even pass through his mind and he ended up staggering home at two o'clock in the morning instead.

She had waited up for him, genuine concern on her face as he opened the door and tripped into the house, grabbing the doorframe just in time to avoid falling face-first into the floor.

He hadn't answered his phone and since San and Mingi were just as occupied as him, they didn't answer theirs either. She had been really worried about him but her concern was instantly laced with anger as she realised how intoxicated he was.

His head was aching and she had been asking questions- in retrospect, questions that were appropriate for the situation and not just her nagging him- and he'd snapped at her.

He groaned as he turned onto his side on the couch, pulling his feet up from where they were hanging over the edge.

He really had to make it up to her somehow. But that would have to wait, he thought. She was probably still hurt and livid and he knew it was best to give her space and let her cool down rather than prod further.

He didn't even have a blanket. He wasn't about to go and get one from the room though, so he just curled up and pulled a throw pillow under his head. He deserved this, no disputing that.

Eventually, he fell asleep.

***

When Yunho cracked his eyes open the next morning, the light shining through the living room curtains hitting him in the face, he groaned.

His back ached, his head ached, his mouth was dry and he was getting hot.

Hot?

He looked down at his body- there was a fluffy blanket covering him. He smiled slightly; she didn't hate him completely.

He sat up, yawned, stretched and stood up to make his way to the kitchen.

It was only seven o'clock and being a Saturday, his wife was probably sleeping in.

He made quick work of gulping down some headache tablets and water before leaning back against the counter. He'd been such an ass last night.

He wasn't an overly clingy person but missed his wife and waking up next to her. He felt horribly guilty about last night and really wanted to make it up to her.

Yunho left the kitchen and made his way down the passage to their bedroom and gently pushed the closed door open.

She was still fast asleep. Her face was slightly more puffy than usual and it looked like she had cried herself to sleep. He felt so guilty. They never fought and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd made her cry from anything but pleasure. It hurt.

He crept into bed alongside her and gently wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. She stirred as she felt him press a tender kiss to her shoulder.

He pressed another soft kiss to her neck and she moved her head instinctively to let him nuzzle his face into her neck, her body accustomed to this even though she was still half asleep.

"Yunho?" She murmured and he hummed, kissing her neck again.

She cuddled back into his chest, letting him spoon her but her body stiffened as she woke up properly and remembered the previous night's events.

She struggled weakly in his arms but he held her tight against his chest.

"Let me go, Yunho."

"I really am sorry, sweetheart. Please forgive me?"

She stopped squirming and turned in his arms to face him, "Are you really?"

He nodded, "I am. I was very wrong for what I did. I am really sorry and feel horrible about it. I don't like hurting you."

"You really did though, Yunho. I know it sounds stupid because it was just some words but-"

He kissed her softly, "It's not stupid, my love. I was nasty and I hurt you. You didn't deserve such unkind words when all you were was worried about me."

She reached a hand up to stroke his sleep-mussed hair, "I can't stay mad at you and those puppy eyes of yours for long. I forgive you but don't yell at me like that again, okay? I highly doubt the couch is comfortable."

He let out a small laugh, "It is not."

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her mouth, "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you?"

She smiled and cupped his jaw in her hand, "Oh? How are you intending to do that?"

He gave her a mischievous grin before leaning in to kiss her properly and pull her tighter against his body. She smiled against his mouth before returning the kiss, her hand resting on the nape of his neck.

It didn't take long for the slow, lazy make out session to turn into heated kisses and tongues meeting.

His hands slid down her body to cup her backside and push her hips against his. He was hardening against her and she couldn't help but press herself against him, heat pooling in her stomach and her body seeking friction as her arousal blossomed within her.

He rolled his hips into hers and she gasped into his mouth, a hand shooting down to grip his hip and hold him against her as she pressed herself hard against him, grinding against his hard dick in lazy circles.

He bit her lip, a large hand sliding into her panties to grip her bare ass.

Her hand slid up from his hip and under his shirt, brushing over his stomach to rest on his chest, just above his heart.

She found comfort in the way she could feel it beat beneath her palm. She was being honest when she said she couldn't stay mad at him- she loved him too much. She had loved him for so long and with each passing wedding anniversary, she found herself loving him impossibly more. Her heart was so full of affection for this man.

"What's up?" He questioned, pulling back a little to look at her.

She just shook her head with a small smile, "Nothing. I'm just thinking about how terribly in love I am with you,"

He slid his hand up under her shirt and placed it down over her heart between the valley of her breasts, mirroring her actions, "That should be my line, sweetheart."

He gave her a small smile before closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers again. The hand resting above her heart moved over to cup one of her breasts instead and she gasped as he lightly kneaded the soft flesh.

His mouth moved to her jaw and neck, tracing the column of her throat with his kisses. He rolled his hips into hers again and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her.

The sound spurred him on, hand moving from her breast to slide slowly over her stomach and into her panties.

She pushed against his hand involuntarily, her body seeking even the smallest amount of friction.

Undiluted desire coursed through his body as he slid his fingers up through her wetness to her clit and could feel it practically pulsing beneath his fingertips.

His dick was painfully hard at this point and aching to be buried inside his wife.

He lazily circled her clit with a finger before pushing two fingers into her. She took them well, whimpering as they stroked along her walls. His long, pretty fingers have always been so good at reaching places she couldn't by herself and conjured up new heights of pleasure in her.

He kissed her neck and moved his mouth to the shell of her ear, "Do you want my fingers or my dick?"

She pushed down against his hand, "Can't I have both?"

He chuckled and kissed her, "Of course you can, sweetheart. Anything for you."

He picked up the pace of his fingers a little, curling them so they brushed along her g-spot perfectly with each stroke.

"Oh, Yunnie," She sighed and he caught her lips in a tender kiss.

There was no rush, he moved his fingers at a leisurely pace, not too fast and not too slow. Just at the right pace to prolong her pleasure as long as he could.

She moved her hips, urging his fingers deeper inside of her but she didn't rush him. She enjoyed it like this occasionally, enjoyed him making love to her instead of fucking her.

He sped up a little more as he felt her breathing become very laboured and felt her walls clench around his fingers.

"Yunho," She moaned and with a few more strokes of Yunho's fingers, she fell apart, her hands scrambling to grip onto whatever part of him she could.

He kissed her neck softly, nibbling at the skin as he let her ride out her orgasm before removing his fingers.

He wiped his hand on the bed sheet and despite still being fuzzy from her orgasm, she poked him.

"How many times have I told you not to do that? You're not the one who has to do the laundry."

He chuckled and kissed her, "Sorry, ma'am."

"Hmm. Make it up to me. Go ahead and do what you promised to do."

He laughed again, tugged her panties down and kicked off his boxers before turning her over on her side so that he was spooning her.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh."

Still on his side he lifted her top leg and pushed forward and let his dick slide through her folds, brushing her clit briefly.

"Help me a little, sweetheart."

She reached back under her leg and gripped him and guided him inside of her.

He inhaled sharply at the sensation of gliding into her in this position, her previous orgasm making it easier. While this position didn't provide a lot of leverage to thrust up into her, it did provide a new angle that allowed him to push into her sensitive spot with each thrust and it also made her squeeze tighter around him.

He thrusted up slowly, pushing against her g-spot almost perfectly and she gasped out a moan, her hand shooting down to cover the one he had holding her thigh up.

He pushed his face into her neck, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses on her skin and the sensation only added further tension to the knot steadily tightening in her belly with each leisurely thrust of Yunho's dick.

Yunho groaned against her neck, "You feel so good, love. So tight for me."

She just whimpered, unable to formulate a response as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm.

He picked up the pace as much as this position would allow him to and she squeezed her walls around his dick, helping him chase after his own orgasm.

He moaned against her neck and bit her lightly. She moaned at the feeling of his teeth on her skin and started to meet his thrusts as best she could.

Eventually, Yunho pulled out very briefly and quickly turned her onto her back before driving back into her with a renewed fervour.

"Oh, fuck, Yunho."

Yunho kissed her, groaning against his lips as his orgasm began to approach him very swiftly. He tried to tide it back a little longer. This was meant to be about his wife and making her feel good, he didn't want to cum first.

"Sweetheart, I need you to cum for me." He pleaded breathlessly, fingers moving between their bodies to find her clit.

She reached up to grip his shoulders, her nails scratching at his skin as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on, my love. Cum for me, sweetheart."

All it took was those words and one more perfectly angled thrust and then she was coming apart beneath him with a choked cry of his name.

A few more thrusts and he followed after her, spilling himself inside of her. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around his to hold him there for just a little longer.

He kissed her gently before pulling out and rolling off of her to lay next to her and catch his breath.

Neither of them said anything for a while, just basking in the afterglow of their orgasms for a moment.

Yunho turned on his side, holding himself up by his elbow and resting his head in his hand as he reached his other hand out to cup her face, his thumb stroking along the skin of her cheek.

"Am I forgiven now?"

She poked his stomach playfully, "I already said you were. But you've definitely made it up to me."

He smiled and kissed her.

"Okay, let's clean up and then I'll make you breakfast," Yunho said, sitting up and scooting over to the edge of the bed.

She sat up quickly, "Absolutely not."

"What?"

"You're not cooking. Last time you tried, you burnt the food so badly I couldn't save it."

He gasped indignantly and pointed an accusatory finger at her, "Hey, that was your fault! You were the one that initiated the make out session that distracted me!"

She blushed lightly but remained resolute, "Be that as it may, you're not going near the stove again."

He gave her puppy eyes, this time on purpose, and she huffed dramatically.

"Damn you. Fine, you handle the toast and I'll handle the eggs and bacon. Does that make you feel better?"

"A little."

She laughed and crawled over to him on the bed to kiss him.

"Distracting me again?"

"Maybe."

She kissed him again, longer this time.

"Love, I know what you're trying to do. I'm hungry though and not just for you. Breakfast first and then maybe we can find another use for the countertop after."

She bit his lip, "Promise?"

He kissed her again before standing up and walking to their en suite bathroom, "Promise!"

She jumped out of bed and ran up to him, slapping his ass with a giggle.

"Hey!"

She stuck her tongue out at him before hopping in the shower ahead of him.

He watched her for a second. God, he loved that woman so much.

"Keep standing there like that and I'll use all the hot water."

"No, you will not. I'm coming."

And then he was in the shower with her, and more giggles filled the room as they messed around and teased each other further.

It was good to have things back to the way they were before. As fun as make up sex had been, he planned on never having a reason to do it again. No more fighting.

A/N: Reminder that requests are open♡

[fallingdownstars]

The song Reaper sings

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXZkGWbyvcM

[rainystressed247]

I am in a farfadream mode and I just have to do this silly au of mine!

Farfa's husband is a super idol??? Totally nothing bad will happen /srs

[fawnim]

🎵 Honey, on your knees when you look at me 🎶

— from Holy by King Princess

There's an angel on stage, here to share what heaven feels like with you. Catch Miss Fell on her first world tour: Sacred Grounds; tickets available worldwide. Let yourself experience the divine.

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to celebrate this week's fem azi friday, have more of my idol au <33 thank u to everyone at the hive discord server for helping me choose what song fits her best :3 especially to ren who specifically recommended this song \o/ ily guys sm <33

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she's so fhbdnjma she's so pretty guys like i sometimes cant believe that i drew her

im losing my mind

[luvsavos]

unironically bossgat lives in my brain rent free

[kinger-cult]

HES SO BIG I LOVE

Can you tell this lil found family has me in a chokehold yet?

Idk might be hard to tell...

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

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