#love as an action love as respect love as gentleness love as devotion!!!!

[fear-ne]

I’m going to cast fly and follow her out.

[misswynters]

Jacaerys Velaryon as your husband: headcanon

[note | might have some sensual undertones as my aemond headcanon. most fluffy just like his hair <3

similar | aemond | aegon | cregan | daeron | gwayne

He always wakes up early and insists on waking you up with a kiss on the forehead, followed by a gentle "Good morning, my love." He believes starting the day together sets the tone for a happy marriage.

He loves spending time with you, whether it’s flying on dragonback, practicing sword fighting, or reading in the library. He finds joy in sharing these moments and often surprises you with new books or small gifts related to your interests.

While he's not the best cook, Jacaerys loves trying out new recipes with you. The kitchen often becomes a place of laughter and fun, with him playfully stealing kisses while you both work on making a meal together.

He is incredibly protective of you. He ensures you are safe and feels secure at all times. His protective nature isn’t overbearing but rather comforting, making you feel cherished and loved.

He is very affectionate, always holding your hand, placing a hand on the small of your back, or brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. He believes in showing his love through small, constant gestures.

He is a great listener. No matter how busy he is, he always makes time to listen to your thoughts, dreams, and worries. He offers advice when needed but knows when to just be there for you.

He loves surprising you with spontaneous dates. Whether it’s a picnic by the sea, a midnight dragon ride, or a quiet evening under the stars, he always finds new ways to keep the romance alive.

He supports your ambitions and dreams wholeheartedly. He encourages you to pursue your passions and stands by you through any challenges, offering his unwavering support and love.

He is devoted to family. He dreams of having children with you and often talks about the future, imagining what your life together will be like. His eyes light up when he speaks about the possibility of a family. (would want 3 kids)

Life with him is never boring. He loves adventure and ensures you both experience the wonders of the world together. From exploring new lands to discovering hidden places, every moment with him is an exciting journey.

He makes it a point to remind you daily how much he loves and appreciates you. Whether it’s through words, actions, or little notes left around the house, he ensures you never forget how cherished you are.

Jace is an avid cuddler. He loves holding you close, especially at night. He believes there’s nothing more comforting than falling asleep in each other’s arms, knowing you are both safe and loved.

He believes in having shared goals and dreams. He often sits with you to discuss your future together, planning and setting goals that both of you can work towards, ensuring your lives are always intertwined.

Jace values emotional intimacy and works hard to maintain a deep connection with you. He is open about his feelings and encourages you to be the same, fostering a relationship built on trust and understanding.

Jace loves celebrating milestones, both big and small. From anniversaries to personal achievements, he ensures every special moment is celebrated, creating beautiful memories together.

Above all, he treats you with kindness and respect. He believes in mutual respect and ensures that your relationship is built on a foundation of love, trust, and understanding.

He takes his time exploring every inch of your body, his touches both tender and deliberate. His hands are gentle but firm, learning your responses and adjusting his movements to bring you the utmost pleasure.

When you both get intimate, he loves to whisper sweet nothings and his deepest desires into your ear. His breath against your skin adds to the sensation, making every word and sigh feel intensely personal and charged.

During your intimate moments, he moves with a rhythmic pace that leaves you begging for more. His movements are in sync with your own, creating a fluid, harmonious experience that makes you feel full.

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『 First Time 』

☼ synopsis: Tengen takes your virginity with utmost care and full of devotion to bring you pleasure

☼ character: Tengen

☼ wc: 1.5k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, body worship, fingering, oral (reader receiving), mentions of handjobs, virginity loss, painful first time with comforting Tengen, love making, creampie, aftercare

Tengen was clear and respectful about it when you first told him that you have no experience and would therefore rather wait to indulge in any bedroom activities with him or even with his wives. He would wait for you as long as you needed, no pressure from his side, not even any advances. Your one-on-one time was usually spent showing each other nonsexual acts of intimacy, or maybe making out if you felt brave.

Each time you felt how excited he got, he would simply excuse himself and settle to cuddling you or doing something else entirely, always making sure to keep his promise of waiting and showing that he respects you - that was until you climbed back onto his lap after he carefully lifted you off. “My flower… do you want me to hold you?” He asked in a gentle voice, trying to keep your hips from touching his clothed erection. His smile faltered for a fraction of a moment when you shook your head but it came back when your lips locked with his again, trying to wiggle your hips out of his grasp.

“What's your plan, hm?” He asked curious between kisses and you finally managed to rub your covered core against him. “I'm ready… I think,” you whispered in his ear before leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck and his grip on your hips loosened, letting you grind yourself against him.

With Tengen nothing was taboo as long as it brought you pleasure, enjoying the way you tried to pleasure yourself by grinding against him, big hands guiding your hips slightly for more friction on both sides. “You think? Or are you sure?” He questioned curious, his lips ghosting over your pulse on your neck

“You know I will wait forever and ever without a single complaint,” he whispered the reminder against your skin but you let go of a breath. “I’m sure,Tengen Uzui… I want to be yours, body and soul.” You whispered back, sounding as sure as never before which made him shudder. To have you entirely was all he ever desired, to love and protect you, to call you his wife and part of his family.

As if a switch flipped within him, his kisses grew more desperate, tongue begging your lips for entrance with a smooth swipe across them and you let him in. His wet muscle was exploring your mouth like all these times before, but it still felt so unfamiliar, a need behind it you've never experienced before. Your arms wrapped around your boyfriend, grabbing and tugging at the fabric of his shirt which resulted in him taking it off quickly. “Someone’s eager… calm down, flower. Let me take care of you,” he hummed and flipped you around so you were under him, his impressive frame looming above yours which made the heat rise to your cheeks.

Skilled hands had your clothes removed in no time, leaving you in your underwear beneath him as endless praise fell from his lips. He compared you to the most beautiful things in the world, making your heart flutter for him. “If you need me to stop or slow down… don't hesitate to open your pretty mouth. Tonight is just about you,” he reminded you, lips traveling from your neck to your breast where he slowly took your bra off before attacking your chest with his skilled hands and lips. Soft mewls escaped your lips when he started gently sucking on your hardened bud, pinching the other one so you got equal stimulation. Before you got restless his kisses trailed further south, ending right above the hem of your underwear “Are you sure, my love?” He asked once more, looking at you full of love and lust, earning a nod from you in return - you were ready, needing him to touch you.

Tengen didn't need to ask a second time, trusting your words and actions and that you would stop him if you happened to change your mind. Soft hands removed the last piece of fabric on your body, a small smirk crept on his face upon seeing the effect he had on you.

“You're so wet for me already” he hummed in a teasing way before letting a single finger glide through your folds, stopping right on your clit just to see your reaction. The little whine he heard was enough to make him move his finger in slow circular motions until he had you squirming, replacing his finger with his tongue, a loud moan erupting from his chest when he tasted your slick. His eyes fluttered close, enjoying the way your juices melted on his tongue, the warmth of your cunt was addicting and before you knew it two of his fingers were buried knuckle deep inside of you. He took his time to push them inside but the sensation of his tongue swirling around your clit had all your attention at that moment, the attention slowly shifting over to his fingers working you open, curling against your sweet spot and scissoring them slightly.

Only after three orgasms he slowly pulled away, his face glistening with your juices while he licked his fingers clean.

“Do you want more? Or was this enough for your first?” He asked curious, not expecting you to please him in return or to go further than just getting pleased for the first time - he didn't mind much about his own pleasure, it was enough to see your chest heaving up and down from the harsh breaths you took after he worked his magic on you. To his surprise you sat up, skin glowing in the dim light and he swore that there's an angel sitting in his bed. When you reached for his pants, slowly pulling them down to expose his rock had length and letting it hit his abs he couldn't even react, enthralled by your ethereal beauty. With utmost care he took your hand from his length and held it in both of his

“You don't need to touch me… i just want you to lay back and relax today, let me spoil you,” he hummed, not wanting to be selfish and take the attention away from you when this was your first time - something he should make unforgettable for you. Your little pout caught him off guard “I promise you can touch me all you want after this… Tonight still or whenever but for now let me take care of you, yes?” He asked so gentle, trying to bring his plan across to you and you gave in, agreeing to him which also made you a little grateful that he's so selfless for your first time.

Tengens fingers resumed to cour core, fingering you and rubbing your clit with his thumb while he kissed you passionately for a while, his body back on top of yours. the moment you were asking for him to make you his, he chuckled and wrapped your legs around his hips, the tip of his cock already nestling between your folds, gently pushing into your entrance.

He was kissing you the entire time he pushed in, knowing that he was quite big so he took it slow, his hands laced with yours. The way your nails left behind crescent shaped cuts in his hands hurt his heart, hating the fact that he was the one hurting you - but the sweet moans falling from your lips once you got used to the stretch were like band aids to soothe his heart.

He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb and cupped your cheek gently before kissing your forehead and your lips “You're doing so well for me, my flower. Taking me so well,” He whispered loving, hips rocking against yours with a slow rhythm along with his hand snaking between your bodies to rub your bundle of nerves to give you the most pleasure. Your walls squeezed him like a vine when the knot in your stomach tightened and his hips started to stutter, his eyes shut tight until he felt your walls pulsate around him, watching your face contorted in pleasure as a silent scream fell from your lips followed by his name, whispered in repeat like some lewd chant and that was all it took for him to reach his high, pushing himself as deep as he possibly could before emptying his hot seed inside of you. The way he moaned your name almost had you falling over the edge once more, never have you heard your name in such a context, he sounded like an angel falling from grace above you.

Once the both of you have calmed down he remained slotted deep inside of you, his forehead resting against yours until he caught his breath. “I love you,” he whispered with a dumb grin, one of his hands traveling over your body to caress your sore thighs, knowing how your poor cunt must hurt after all of this and he couldn't wait to spoil you some more. “Let's take a bath, shall we?” He asked, still grinning like he just won the lottery as he picked you up, still impaled on his cock. “Only if you promise to keep going” You giggled into his neck, addicted to having him inside of you already.

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Lucifer wouldn’t say he was possessive. Of course he’s not. You are your own person after all and Lucifer would never want to stop you from doing something or seeing someone. He would say he’s protective though, often having to come between you and a sinner who didn’t seem to realise you weren’t there for their benefit. One to many times Lucifer had let his eyes glow red, had smiled to wide and let his claws dig in when reminding the sinners stupid enough to think they could look upon you or even dared to tough you that you were far to heavenly to be sullied by their covetous gaze or blood stained hands. You never seemed to realise their intentions, oblivious to the attention a sweet smile and kind word got you.

And oh how sweet you were, just like apple pie and oh so tempting. Lucifer wanted to devour you, to sink his teeth into your supple flesh and leave his mark upon you for all of Hell to see. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to spend the entire time he was out with you watching every movement, listening to every word just to make sure you were treated with the respect you deserved. You would look so good with his mark on you, high up on your neck and unable to be hidden by clothes or jewels. A physical reminder of his claim upon your soul because heaven knows that no one seemed to care when you say you are his.

You were his though, just as much as he was yours. His to hold, to kiss, to love. His to laugh with, to cry with, to be honest and open with. He was yours and you were his and yet these sinners still couldn’t seem to wrap their twisted little minds round that fact, trying to take what wasn’t theirs without a care of the consequences of their actions. There were other ways for him to show Hell that you were taken, other marks he could place upon you that would make it clear just how far out of their reach you were.

Lucifer watched you from across the crowded room, red eyes narrowing as a deluded sinner stepped closer to you, undeserving of your attention. Normally Lucifer would already be across the room, quick to end the sinners unwanted advances before they had a change to really begin, but not tonight. No, tonight Lucifer waited and watched, content to sip at his apple martini as he waited for the right moment to strike. Others were already starting to notice, eyes turning towards you the longer it went without Lucifer chasing off the little wretch. Good. Let them look. The more eyes in you the better. Lucifer wanted everyone here to see, to witness his claim on you and your subsequent claim on him.

The foolish sinner made the mistake of leaning in closer, their hand on the small of your back as they whispered something in your ear. It was like the whole room held its breath, a sense of dread and anticipation filling the air because surely Lucifer would intervene now? Of course he would. He couldn’t tolerate such filth laying their hands upon your divine being but he was sure what came next wouldn’t be what was expected.

Finishing his drink Lucifer slowly made he was through the crowd, his eyes never losing sight of you. The box in his trouser pocket felt heavy, his heart thumbing away in his chest as his own anticipation grew. It didn’t take much to get rid of the sinner, just a toothy grin and a flash of red eyes that that had them running off with their tails between their legs. All your attention was on him now and it was like everyone else in the room disappeared, Lucifer captivated by your sweet smile and adoration filled eyes.

Yes there were other ways for him to place his claim on you, ways that involved less teeth and more declarations of love and devotion. Lucifer would see the two of you bound together, your place at his side unmistakable as he forced all of Hell to bow at your feet like the goddess you were. And who better to start than him, Licifer gracefully sinking down on to one knee before you as he pulled out the ring box. Gasps filled the air, a gentle murmur of hushed voices following close behind but he was too focused on you to care what was being said. Wordlessly you held your hand out towards him, your eyes still full of love and devotion as you waited patiently for him to claim you as him before all those present and who was he to deny you.

Slipping the ring on your finger satisfied some deep part of Lucifer that practically growled at seeing the golden snake wrapped around your finger, a blood red ruby shaped like an apple held within its open jaw. There was a round of applause, the sound of it getting lost to the persistent chant of mine, mine, mine that ran through his mind. You were his, soon to be bound to him by ritual and he couldn’t be happier.

So maybe he was a little possessive after all but could you really blame him. Lucifer loved you with every fibre of his being and soon all of Hell would know it to.

[h5eavenly]

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Fifty-Three - I was made for loving you.

warnings: mentions of weight, disordered eating. wc; 4.9k

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Hyunjin doesn’t get to think about how he ends up in front of your door, doesn’t get to comprehend the impulsive thoughts invading his mind. Not when he’s only known himself as a follower, so he follows, he follows where he knows you’ll be and maybe that’s why when he’s faced with his reality, he’s only capable of blaming you. For the ache in his heart, the fire he feels running alongside his blood and the recklessness coated by love that douses his actions. He blames you for everything even when his dignity curls by the corner and it disdained him. Weak, was it his lack of power or his faux hatred for you?

He tells himself he should leave, the small remaining bone of logical thinking tells him, screams that this is a bad idea, and he wholeheartedly agrees but his legs won’t listen to him, stubbornly glued to the floors of your familiar doorway in desperation and whispers of ‘I love you’s that had fallen from your lips right into his heart on this same spot. He sees it all, the phantoms of you kissing and then you’re smiling at him with your honey-soaked lips, dripping with unyielding affection that only ever manifests for him, in front of him as you tell him.

“I’ll wait for you,” and he feels like crying, or maybe he feels more like dying. He’ll ask you to bury him with your hands, right next to your dead flowers of love. Perhaps only then you’ll be able to witness the pain your name leaves on his heart, its scratched and blue. but he still misses you and it’s nothing less than pathetic. Mundane madness.

If he’s not allowed to die then he wishes he could break free of this leftover self-respect and allow himself to break down at your door, ugly and valiant and filled with piteous desires that you’ll take him. Right into your arms and through the gates of your so-called heaven. If he’s not allowed to die then he’ll kneel and beg you for an escape from you, any sort of drug that will help him numb you. maybe if you allow him to become one with you, mesh himself with your bones and your blood he will feel nothing but love for you, maybe if you drive him further into his awaited craziness this will all be okay, and he won’t have to see you whenever he closes his eyes.

It’s a maybe followed by another maybe and maybe and he feels nothing but overflowing pain the longer he stands here.

You’re nothing but hell so how come his heart has grown to be a masochist? yearning to be burned by your gentle wandering touches.

He wonders if his masculine pride is getting secondhand embarrassment of his soul crushing devotion for you. However, his thoughts are stuck on that point when you open the door as if somehow you knew he’s waiting outside. You’re shrouded in one of his old hoodies, one that he forgot behind when he packed his stuff and didn’t have the courage to face you once more to ask for it back. Or perhaps it’s simply a purposeful blunder to leave you with a piece of him in hopes it will haunt you.

His gaze is somber as they study the dark circles under your eyes and the red rimming your once glowing eyes, evidence of the tears that you shed not long ago. You’re pale, almost sickeningly so, fragile, and thinner than he had ever seen you. a part of him is almost glad he’s not the only one withering away with your dying garden of love.

“Hyunjin...” you’re the first to speak, in opposite to his, your gaze is surprised mimicking your tone. He doesn’t look like himself, but rather a ghost of what was once him. He’s the same man who crawled into your bed at night, the same man who littered kisses down your neck yet it’s not him. It was an ebbing version of him, one that had similar darkening circles to yours, exhaustion that had his back curved in a slouch, evidence of yet another crime you committed, a knife plunged into his heart and his blood on your hands. It makes you sick to your stomach.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, softly and tentatively.

And he closes his eyes at your voice, hoping it’s enough to cover the ears of his heart. To block out the reminiscences of you and how your voice manages to pull him right into the field of you he tries so hard to run away from. But everything leads back to you, in hindsight he’s sure you’ve made your mark on his fate like a plague. He has no choice but to be an extension of you, roaming around in hopes to be reunited with his home one day.

When he opens them, pain torrents from your eyes and he feels like glass, not like the expensive little statues you have around your apartment, but rather cheap, debilitated and easily broken with the delicacy you’re covered in when you call his name. No one will ever call him this softly, no one could ever be as cruel as you.

“Is it true?” he asks, ignoring your question because there’s no logical answer he could give. There’s no answer that won’t break him.

“w-what is true?” you ask. Voice weakened by your quiet nerves.

“Is it true that your dad is setting you up on dates and you agreed?” The frost in his voice melts as he spits each syllable out, replaced with unjust anger.

“Who told you this?”

“Does it fucking matter? Just tell me if it’s true or not.”

You grow quiet, your silence only plunges the knife further into his heart and the way your eyebrows furrow in a way too familiar conquest. Your futile attempts to string together a sentence is like grey clouds collecting above his head, leaving him foggy and stormy. So, he scoffs.

“So, was it all lies again? Your whole speech about how you’ll never give up on us how you’ll keep trying. It all meant nothing to you, didn’t it?”

“you’re being unfair Hyunjin.” You shake your head, a fresh set of tears collects in your waterline, and it only angers him, pushes him further into the abyss. He’s overwhelmed with the emotions raining on him “Am I supposed to sit still and wait for you forever when you’ve made it so clear you don’t want me anymore?” It’s all lies because deep down you know you will wait for him forever if you need to.

Sadness, anger, disappointment, it’s an endless symphony of terror that has him locked up and the key is in your hands. You’re refusing to let up and he refuses to come undone before your eyes.

“Do you want to know what’s fucking unfair Y/N?” you look away, the pain taking claim in his iris is enough to have you choking, it’s excruciating so your eyes run away but then he’s all up in your face, ruthless fingers gripping your jaw as he forces you to face him.

“Placing bets on people’s heart as if they’re puppets and not human beings,” his breath hits your cheek like little knifes and each one scratches with ferocious hatred “lying to me while looking me straight in the eye, playing games behind my back when I asked you time and time if there’s anything I should know about.” You sob, overwhelmingly ashamed and unable to keep eye contact with him, you try to break away from his grip, try to look away from his fiery gaze but it’s all useless when it only tightens around your jaw.

“Breaking my heart again when I so willingly handed it to you with so much trust in you.”  your heart falls apart at the way his words weakened towards the end “That’s fucking unfair.” His anger is displaced by exasperation that has you shaking.

“I’m sorry Hyunjin. I want to explain myself I promise there’s so much more to everything than you think.”

He laughs, humorless and cruel. Your words remain woefully inadequate, and it only has him dwindling further into his disappointment and he grows to feel idiotic, for coming here, for thinking he has any sort of authority over your actions. He’s only driven by his anger and longing for you, and he resents it. His grip on you loosens, and when he goes to take a step back, he’s stopped by your fingers circling his wrist.

“I never meant to break your heart, jinnie.”

“But you fucking did Y/N! it doesn’t matter what you meant to do, don’t you get it?” his tone rises, breaking towards the end and rendering you the same kind of broken.

“Okay yes, I did! I wish I didn’t, but I did. I get that but you can’t keep blaming me when you won’t even listen to me.”

“This is fucking stupid.” he chuckles incredulously, running his hand through his hair and then he’s shaking his head in disbelief.

“Forget it.” He spits then swivels away from you, abandoning his heart alongside his dignity.

But he doesn’t get to make it far, doesn’t even take the first step down because the sound of your body breaking down and your knees hitting the ground is enough for him to look back at you in panic, the vision of your limbs weakened on the floor is enough to have him rushing by your side.

“Y/N.” his arms are around your shoulders; your labored breaths have his eyes widening in worry.

“what’s wrong?” he questions; eyes raking through your features anxiously.

Your eyes have gone hazy, pupils dilating as they lose focus and it sets his soul ablaze with crippling fear, with a trembling absentminded cradle of your cheek “baby, can you hear me? come on focus on me.” He’s tapping your cheek gently, slightly panicking as his other hand rubs soothing circles on your back and you blink at him, regaining some of your fumbled mind.

“I-I’m sorry I just felt a little dizzy and my head was spinning-“

“Shh it’s okay.” He lets out a breath of relief when your eyes focus on him, blinking rapidly “when was the last time you eaten?” his voice is gentle in complete contrast to how he was speaking moments ago, breaking through the collecting clouds in your eyes. He pulls you to his chest, gathers you in his arms and despite the aching in your body you could only think about the familiar scent of peaches invading your senses. The comfort of his warm embrace has you clutching onto his shirt desperately.

“I don’t remember.” You murmur, you feel cold sweat collecting at the roots of your hair, your limbs growing weaker as if they weigh nothing.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N.” his warm palm that rests at your forehead brings a comfort akin to fresh air that you desperately breath in “can you stand up?” Despite the bells ringing in your ears, you still manage to nod, or at least you think you do even if you’re not sure with how lightheaded you’re feeling.

When he helps you stand up your words are meaningless as your body slumps into him, weak and drained of energy, without saying a word he takes it upon himself to carry you inside. The alarming lightness of your body as if carrying a singular feather has his heart tightening. You’re somewhat present yet not fully there when you press your face into his neck, your tears sting against his skin, burn him and he’s sure you’ll only leave another mark of yours on his body.

“I’m sorry,” you kept crying into his neck and Hyunjin doesn’t know what to say, not when his heart hammers against his ribcage begging for an escape from you, you who once was his sanctuary. Who is he supposed to find solace in when the cause of his heartbreak lies between his arms?

You don’t remember much of what happens after, you only remember flowing out of consciousness when he placed you on your couch, the familiar cushions are comfortable against your body, his presence brings ease to your loud mind and it quietens it for mere minutes that are enough for you to fall asleep, for the first time in a while. You can’t recall It perfectly, but you swear you felt Hyunjin’s colder hand in yours.

When you wake up it’s 9 p.m. The scent of cooked soup, specifically chicken soup erupts from your kitchen, filling the space of your small apartment and has your stomach growling in hunger. A dull ache has latched itself on your every muscle as if you’re a corpse who just gotten back to life. You run a tired hand over your face, a headache starts to form as soon as you sit up.

“you’re awake,” Hyunjin’s voice startles you, have not noticed him standing there. Eyes locked on you and you only nod in response. Your throat is parched.

“Water?” he asks when he notices your lingering silence and you nod, averting your eyes as he disappears back into your kitchen. When he’s back there’s a tray between his hands, carrying a glass of water and a bowl of what you assume to be the soup you smelled.

“Here.” He mumbles, a tinge of awkwardness clings to his fingers as he brings the glass to your lips, your eye contact has you feeling lightheaded for reasons other than the lack of food in your system. His thumb rubs circles on the insides of your thigh as you sip diligently. His touch has you almost doubling over for more, your longing expands and takes space over every cell in your body.

You miss him more than you miss breathing in air.

“Thank you,” you finally reply as he places the now empty glass back on the table, he doesn’t say anything back and instead pushes the tray of food towards you “eat.” His tone is banal, he avoids the longing in your glance, yet this thumb remains in its place, spreading the warmth of something you know is counterfeit. It has your throat tightening.

“How did you make this?” you ask as you swirl your spoon around the bowl.

“I had to go grocery shopping. Why is your house so empty Y/N?” He’s not looking for an answer so you don’t give him one. Instead, you busy yourself with eating as silence settles in between you two.

Hyunjin keeps his gaze locked on the dark screen of your tv and you force yourself to find a domestic alleviation in the act. In the quietness that is nowhere near as comfortable as it once was, in the rigid lines of harshness on his face. It’s all a charade, you’re aware of it but you pretend that there’s still love in these walls, in the couch you both are sitting on and it’s not filled with disappointment as it witness the growing distant between you two.

“Good?” he asks when you set your half empty bowl back on the tray.

“mhm,” you murmur, your eyes studying the side of his face and the longer he refuses to look at you the deeper your agony settles into your soul, a remorse nestled into the bit of your stomach and you could see it all when your hands reaches for his slender fingers and his body tenses as if your bodies didn’t belong together.

The walls of your living room laugh in mockery when your fingers squeeze his, lucky enough to witness this pitiful parody of what was real once. What you killed. But you never got time for it, instead Hyunjin is somehow sitting next to you, filled with quiet resentment for himself and then for you and thirdly for this foolish thing we like to call love.

“I’m so sorry about everything Hyunjin.” you say, hardly audible.

“You should be feeling sorry for your body Y/N.”

“I don’t care about my body, any sort of emotion that runs through my body is for you. it’s because of you.”

“Why did you do it then? Why did you have to kill us so brutely?” when he looks at you, you feel your heart constricting in your chest, longing for comfort that only exists within his fingertips.

“I was stupid,” you admit through swallowing down the lump forming in the center of your throat “I was jealous, and it brought out the worst in me. I had never seen you with a girl before and I just- “you suck a deep breath in, the stupidity of your actions dawns on you the longer you try to explain.

Your eyes comb over his features, the anguish clouding his iris has you melting away in the blues of your rushed decisions.

“It killed me knowing you might have fallen for someone other than me.”

“So, you decided to punish someone innocent over the faults of our hearts?” you long for evidence of his adoring for you, searching the flickers of dark in his eyes for a missing piece that feels it has been snatched away from you. You’re disappointed when you can’t find anything, it’s blank.

Who knew a simple feeling could alter someone’s gaze this much.

“I fucked up, I know I did.” Your voice breaks with anxiety at the thought of losing him “at first it was just that but when I found out that her mom was my dad’s mistress it only got worse.”

Hyunjin lets out a breath of disbelief but doesn’t complain when your nails start digging into his palm, a pathetic claim to cling onto him.

“It felt like she kept taking everyone from me it was you first, then my dad and then my mom kept comparing me to her I just felt like I wasn’t enough, yet no one was feeling my pain.” A small whimper escapes your lips, one that is filled with enough despair to has him shutting his eyes and his teeth latching painfully around his lower lip, as if trying to prevent himself from saying anything.

“I was in so much pain I just wanted to hurt everyone else around me and specifically her. She was everything that I wanted to be. Everything that everyone wanted me to be, but I was nothing but a failure that longed for your love. I was too much of a coward to say it.” You take a deep breath in, your fingers tremble between his, and you feel like an ugly monster who taints everything it touches red with fiery and resentment, it flows from your fingertips.

You feel like nothing but a weakling destruction, an abandoned ground of all the people you could have become.

“I know it’s not right if I could go back and change it trust me I would. I hate myself for it every day, I can’t even look at myself in the mirror for what I did. I was punishing her for something she didn’t even do. I was filled with hatred and anger towards the world, and I took it out on her.”  

A winding coil is waiting to snap behind your eyes when Hyunjin frees his hands from you, a shaky exhale escapes and he stands up, you feel him slipping through your fingers, see the fragments of him leaving you once again. It has an unmistakable tightness pulling at your chest. Anxiety, a monster known to make an appearance simultaneity with your darkening thoughts. It snaps when a pregnant silence follows as Hyunjin paces relentlessly before you from left to right as if trying to make sense of your words.

Regret, a color you were so familiar with, has been painted in so many times but this darkening shade you’re drowning in right now doesn’t even compare to anything you’ve felt ever before. It something so much more. A colossal amount that has painful tears cascading down your cheeks in a silent plea.

“I wanted to call it off, but Yeosang didn’t want to. He started threatening me with telling you everything and back then i-I just wasn’t ready to relive the pain of what happened with Seungmin once again.” You wince, your hands shake as your heart grows heavier with every word, with every step of his “When i-I was ready everything came crashing down and it was too late. I wanted to tell you so much sooner.”

“You don’t get it do you?” he finally speaks, voice doused with raw and unfiltered betrayal. You’re only brought back to life to be killed once again “It’s the fact that you did it in the first place that breaks my heart Y/N.”

You open your mouth to respond but no words make appearance in your mind, it’s all blank and misplaced judgments “I don’t know when you became this person. This is not the person I fell in love with. I knew you had your flaws, but I thought you were changing, I thought you left it all behind,” His eyes are devoid of vibrancy as they stare you down, a manifestation of the sadness residing in his heart “I didn’t know what you were hiding in the dark was so much worse than I could ever imagine.”

“H-how do I make it better? How do I fix it?” Your legs hurt when you move to stand up before him, a throb in your body due to how weak you grew in few weeks of abandonment.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, looking away in yearning for a fleeting respite. It’s out of reach when your hand hesitates to touch him. Why does it pain him so much when your hands linger awkwardly between you two? As if you grew to be strangers in a few counted seconds.

“Please tell me how do I fix it.” You plead, voice hoarse as your tears run like an endless steam “I wish I could go back and never make that stupid bet. I wish I could go back and fight Seungmin properly-“

“Don’t bring him up.” His brows furrow and your heart sinks.

“I never wanted to sleep with him-“

“I know. I believe you.” He interrupts you again and you realize the darkness taking over his eyes, doused in pain, is not because of betrayal but rather unexpected. It’s the same entity that you know is etched all over your being too.

Regret.

“I never blamed you for anything that happened with Seungmin.” Your hand finally touches him, cups his cheek in lovingly manner like all the destined lovers are meant to hold each other, he leans into the soft skin of your palm in broken tenderness. A shaky fuck tumbles out of his lips. He hates how you manage to see through him without him uttering a single word. He hates how delicately you touch him, he hates how his heart is wounded because of you and yet bleeds with you, for you. How your sorrow has his anger disappearing into thin air as if it never existed. And he only aches for you, for all the pain you had to endure alone.

He hates that he can’t actually hate you.

“I couldn’t protect you.” He sounds shattered when he speaks, it shatters your soul with it.

“I’m sorry,” he says shakily, and, in that moment, you think you finally understand what’s it’s like to be absolutely broken, to feel pain run through your veins as if it’s your blood, as if it’s a part of you that won’t ever relent. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you and he comes with ease, your face disappearing into the junction of his neck and shoulder “it’s okay, there’s nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault Hyunjin.” You speak against it, and he shakes in your embrace.

It was such an odd situation, to comfort the boy you filled with despair. It has reality sinking into you at that moment, the fact that the broken pieces of your relationship are much smaller, much sharper than you anticipated and you’re not sure how to pick them up without any of you two bleeding to death. The damage you left, the scars of your past, the unshed tears and all the broken promises are evidence of how you two are incompatible with your love. And it’s excruciating.

You pull away far enough to look at him, his eyes glisten with sorrowful water and you cradle his cheeks, wiping at the few drops that managed to escape “it’s okay.” You murmur, unsure if you’re trying to comfort him or yourself.

“I don’t know if anything will ever be okay again. I don’t know if we will ever be okay.”

“If I fix me then will you love me again?”

“Don’t talk as if you’re a mere object and not human.” He scolds and you feel as if your heart is being carved out of your chest at his care for you despite how wrong you are, how everything is your fault “It only pains me when you talk about yourself like this. When you starve yourself as a way to punish yourself.”

“What should I do then? How do I end your misery? Please tell me.”

“Bring back the girl I fell in love with. The one with infectious smiles and the gleam of the moon in her eyes,” His words hang over you like a gloomy cloud.

“Will you able to forgive me then?” you ask, sad and small.

“I don’t know.” He answers truthfully, an answer you weren’t looking forward to, and it feels like an arrow has been shot through your heart “but if you’re trying then I’m willing to try too.”

Hyunjin leaves soon after, a mountain of unspoken words lingers between you two. Nothing like the secrets you had kept till now, a foreign void forms in your heart and a rather bigger weight burdens your shoulders shrouded in your relationship that’s falling apart. Hanging by a thread that you’re holding onto as if it’s your lifeline. And that’s why you stop Hyunjin by your door. Both of your cheeks flushed and eyes puffy.

“I think I was made for loving you,” your words spill like an explosion that you cannot hold back, enamored by how your soul intertwines even when you’re refusing to touch “Even if you think we seem hopeless right in this moment, and I am only ever wrong and confused. I might be a fool who does not know anything but all I know is I was made for loving you so this is my last promise, I will try my best to make everything better, to be better.”

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything back, there’s no right answer that he could muster up so instead he saves your words in his pocket, and you capture the look of his dreary eyes swimming with endless adoration for you in your mind.

You know it’s true, you love him without being good for anything else.

It’s not until a week later that you see Hyunjin again, right as the first snow of the new year falls. You welcome winter with a dull ache that has spread through your soul. A tempest of memories curl in the folds of frigid winds. It dances through your hair and through his when you see him right outside of your apartment complex. A thick dark blue scarf looped multiple times around his neck, remains of half-finished cigarettes at his feet gives away his building nerves as he waited for a glimpse of you.

“Did you really mean it when you said you want to be better?” When he looks at you, you envision fragments of summer in him. Mere centimeters separate you.

“I meant every word.” Your voice is as soft as the ray of sunshine slipping through the grey clouds.

“I don’t know if there’s gonna come a day where I’ve fully forgiven you. I don’t know if there’s a way for my heart not to throb painfully as it calls your name,” a pause, enough to have you holding your breath when his dark eyes flit across yours “but I think I want to be next to you when it happens.”

He closes the small space between you two and stands before you, looking down at you as if you were 16 again in the middle of your school hallway, your last book ended with bloodshed and deep scars but that never means there’s no room for healing and when Hyunjin extends his hand to you, a youthful smile taking place on his face you feel the truth bloom in you. You see fate rewrites itself into new pages, scribbles of poetry that won’t have to be filled with lies and fearful tears.

“No more secrets?”

“No more secrets.” You answer, with a similar smile.

Despite the bitter winter you feel the warmth of sun seeps into your being when you take his hand in yours. It’s as sweet as peaches and embraces you in overwhelming comfort. a peaceful buzz that settles through the center of your heart, a fresh new color, so bright and foreign but more than anything welcomed.

It’s hopeful and it screams stay, stay, stay.

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How He Makes You Feel Better

Quinn Hughes: He views his partner as his world. He would do everything and anything for you. No matter his partner, he will never hurt you on purpose, and if he does, he is extremely gentle with you. He is respectful towards you and can get very protective of you. He tends to be playful and somewhat clingy

Jack Hughes: He adores you, you fill him with an indescribable feeling that he can only describe as overwhelming joy. Seeing you brightens up his day, and when you're together, even the darkest clouds disappear. He finds himself constantly finding ways to make you smile, and your laughter is like music to his ears. Every moment you spend together is a precious memory waiting to be created, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. You are the missing piece in his life, and he is irrevocably and hopelessly in love with you.

Luke Hughes: He sees you as a ray of sunshine. He'll do anything to make you laugh and feel good. He has a soft spot for you and he can't deny it. It's his first serious relationship, so he does struggle at times to be completely open about his emotions. And he can't help himself feel a bit overwhelmed sometimes by your big feelings and open display of your emotions.

Nico Hischier: He views his partner as an equal but also someone that he has to protect. He will not only make you laugh but also cry at the same time but will also be there for emotional support. He sees you as someone he's not just in love with but also his best friend, because that's what real love is, being best friends with the person you adore.

Timo Meier: Timo views his partner as his precious treasure. He cherishes your kindness, strength, and compassion. He admires your intelligence and is always in awe of your ability to handle every situation with poise. He admires your loyalty, and your ability to take care of others. He loves the way you laugh, and the way you get excited about small things. He could watch you doing a mundane task such as reading or cleaning and feel like it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. Timo loves his partner with his whole heart.

Dawson Mercer: Dawson views his partner as a source of comfort, a safe haven where he can be himself without fear of judgment. He cherishes your company above all else, always looking for ways to make you laugh or smile.

John Marino: He would view his partner as a treasure he never thought he could find, and as someone who was sent to him from heaven itself. He would do anything for you, and his whole world would spin for you. He would love you till the very end, and you would be his sun, his moon, his stars, his everything.

Kirby Dach: Kirby views his partner as the most important person in his life. He is fiercely protective and caring, always making sure to put your needs before his own. He admires your intelligence, kindness, and determination and often finds himself in awe of your strength and resilience. Kirby is incredibly devoted and committed to making you happy and providing a stable and loving relationship. He is constantly looking for ways to show you how much you mean to him and cherishes the time you spend together.

Juraj Slafkovsky: As a person who he cares about immensely and would protect from any harm, he thinks highly of his partner and your judgment and is loyal and dedicated to you. And he tends to get quite shy around you. He thinks you are attractive and likes your company, he cares for you and gets protective if you are in danger.

Arber Xhekaj: Arber can come off as aloof, distant, cold, unapproachable, cynical, and jaded at times. With his partner, he is the polar opposite of who and how he presents himself. He’s tender, sweet, and incredibly protective. He will love you endlessly and unconditionally. He would give you the world if he could. He’s a firm believer of the love language; ‘actions speak louder than words’ and will do anything and everything he needs to do to make you happy, safe, and comfortable.

Cole Caufield: He views his partner as the most important person in his life. He is completely devoted to you and takes great pride in being protective, supportive, and caring. He loves spending quality time together, whether it's going on adventures or simply cuddling up for a movie night. He's willing to put in extra effort for you and always puts your needs first.

Trevor Zegras: He views his partner as his equal and loves you immensely, in his eyes you can do no wrong, and he’d do anything for you. he’s constantly giving you flowers or little gifts and surprises, and he finds you absolutely gorgeous. he can’t spend too long apart from you as he always aches to be around you.

Jamie Drysdale: Jamie sees you as his equal, someone with whom he can share life's adventures and moments. He values your opinions and ideas, looking forward to hearing your perspective on things. To him, you are his rock, the person he can rely on in good times and bad. Jamie is also attracted by your appearance and personality, finding you both beautiful inside and out. He tries to express affection through small gestures, giving you gifts, or showing affection in public. Jamie enjoys having you by his side and can't imagine a life without you.

Matt Rempe: He sees you as his source of calm, comfort, and contentment. He sees his partner as his safe space, a person he can trust with his thoughts, dreams, fears, and insecurities. He values your opinions and advice and often seeks to include you in his decision-making process. He often finds himself looking forward to your interactions, as he feels a sense of peace and happiness when you are together. He also adores your little quirks and cute mannerisms.

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Can't two people reconnect?

Pairing: Azriel x reader Warning: Please be advised that the following chapter contains descriptions of emotional distress and sensitive themes. Summary: YN grapples with feelings of inadequacy after losing her wings, finding solace and reassurance in Azriel's unwavering love and support.

This can be read alone or with Bad Idea Right???

The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows of Azriel's private room, casting a warm glow over the tangled forms of YN and Azriel as they lay wrapped in each other's arms. YN stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she gradually became aware of the warmth of Azriel's body pressed against hers.

For a moment, she simply lay there, savouring the feeling of being held in his arms, the memories of their passion from the night before still lingering like a sweet dream. But as the haze of sleep began to lift, YN's thoughts turned to the reality of the world outside their private sanctuary.

With a soft sigh, she extricated herself from Azriel's embrace, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. As she sat up, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him still sleeping peacefully beside her, his features softened in the gentle light of morning.

But as she glanced around the room, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her in a rush of memories. The party, the search, Azriel's private room... She blinked, suddenly remembering the others and the jobs they had slept in on.

"Az," she murmured, gently shaking him awake. "We need to get up. The others will be wondering where we are."

Azriel stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. "Hmm? What is it?"

"We overslept," YN explained, a hint of amusement in her voice. "We should probably get back before they send out a search party."

Azriel chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he stretched lazily. "I suppose you're right. Though I wouldn't mind staying here a little while longer."

As they dressed and prepared to face the day ahead, YN couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over her. In Azriel's arms, she had found a love unlike anything she had ever known before, a love that made even the darkest of nights seem a little brighter.

And as they made their way back to the hustle and bustle of the Night Court, hand in hand, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love and devotion to each other.

As YN and Azriel entered the main hall of the Night Court, they instinctively released each other's hands, a subtle shift in their demeanour as they joined their friends and allies. Cassian, Rhysand, and Feyre were engaged in conversation with other members of the court, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and amusement as they spotted YN and Azriel's approach.

Rhysand's eyes sparkled with mischief as he greeted them, a knowing grin playing on his lips. "Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence."

Cassian raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "Enjoy your beauty sleep, did you?"

YN felt her cheeks flush at their playful banter, quickly composing herself as she replied, "Sorry for disappearing last night. We... got caught up in something."

Azriel nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable as he added, "It won't happen again."

Feyre's gaze softened as she observed the couple, a gentle smile touching her lips. "No need to apologize. We're just glad you're both safe."

With that, the group fell into easy conversation, the events of the previous night fading into the background as they focused on the tasks at hand. Despite the lingering memory of their shared intimacy, YN and Azriel maintained a respectful distance from each other, their actions speaking volumes even as their words remained unspoken.

As the morning continued, Rhysand took charge, announcing the day's plans to the group. His voice carried authority, yet there was a warmth to his demeanour that made everyone feel at ease.

"Today, we have important tasks to attend to," Rhys began, his eyes sweeping over his companions. "YN, Cassian, I need you to head to the borders. Keep a close watch and ensure that everything remains secure."

YN and Cassian nodded in acknowledgment, already mentally preparing for the journey ahead. They were seasoned warriors, familiar with the importance of their duties.

Rhys turned to Azriel, his expression thoughtful. "Azriel, I need you to venture into the woods. We've had reports of suspicious activity, and I need you to gather information."

Azriel inclined his head in understanding, his expression giving away nothing as he accepted the task. He was the Night Court's shadow, its silent protector, and he would carry out his mission with the utmost discretion.

As the group dispersed to prepare for their assignments, YN felt a surge of determination coursing through her veins. She and Cassian shared a nod of solidarity before setting off towards the borders, their minds focused on the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Azriel vanished into the depths of the woods, his movements silent and swift as he disappeared into the shadows. He was a ghost in the night, a whisper on the wind, and he would not rest until he had uncovered the truth lurking in the darkness.

With a silent exchange of nods, YN and Cassian readied themselves to winnow to the borders. Their muscles tensed in anticipation as they prepared for whatever awaited them on the other side. In an instant, they vanished from the safety of the Night Court, reappearing amidst the chaos of the borderlands.

The scene before them was one of turmoil and conflict. A full-scale battle raged on, the clash of swords and the cries of warriors filling the air with a deafening cacophony. YN and Cassian exchanged a glance, their expressions grim as they took in the sight before them.

Without hesitation, they leaped into action, drawing their weapons and charging into the fray. Their movements were fluid and precise, honed through years of training and experience. Side by side, they fought as one, a formidable force against the tide of enemies that threatened to overwhelm them.

With each swing of their blades, they carved a path through the enemy ranks, their determination unwavering in the face of adversity. They fought not just for themselves, but for the safety and security of the land they loved, for the people who called it home.

As the battle raged on, YN and Cassian found themselves locked in a deadly dance of steel and blood. They moved with a grace and skill that belied the ferocity of their attacks, each strike a testament to their unwavering resolve.

But despite their best efforts, the enemy seemed endless, their numbers overwhelming even the most valiant of defences. YN and Cassian fought on, their spirits unbroken even as exhaustion threatened to overtake them.

And then, just when it seemed as though all hope was lost, reinforcements arrived, their allies appearing on the battlefield like a beacon of light in the darkness. With renewed vigour, YN and Cassian pressed forward, their determination renewed as they fought side by side with their comrades.

In the end, it was their unity and resolve that carried them to victory. The enemy forces were driven back, their ranks scattered and broken in the face of the Night Court's relentless onslaught. And as the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the distance, YN and Cassian stood victorious, their hearts filled with pride and gratitude for the bond that had carried them through the darkest of times.

As the echoes of battle faded and the dust settled, YN staggered towards Cassian, her strength waning with each step. The adrenaline that had fuelled her through the fight began to ebb away, leaving her feeling drained and exhausted.

Cassian's heart clenched with concern as he watched her approach, her movements unsteady and uncertain. Without hesitation, he rushed forward to meet her, his arms reaching out to catch her before she could collapse.

"YN, are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he supported her weight against him.

YN shook her head weakly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she leaned heavily against Cassian. "I... I'm okay. Just... tired."

Cassian's grip tightened around her, his worry deepening at the sight of her weakened state. "You pushed yourself too hard," he murmured, his voice filled with concern. "Let me help you."

With gentle hands, Cassian guided YN to a nearby rock, easing her down onto its surface with the utmost care. He knelt beside her, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of distress as he checked her over for injuries.

"You're going to be alright," he reassured her, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "Just rest for a moment. I'll take care of you."

YN nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. She felt Cassian's hand brushing back her hair, his touch a comforting presence in the midst of the chaos that surrounded them.

Cassian's hands moved with practiced gentleness as he stripped YN of her shirt, his heart sinking as he saw the extent of her injuries. Along her back, where her wings should have been, there were only ragged remnants, the telltale signs of a brutal attack.

His breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened. YN was an Illyrian warrior, her wings a symbol of her strength and pride. To have them cut off in battle was a devastating blow, both physically and emotionally.

Gently, Cassian examined the wounds, his fingers tracing the edges of the gashes with a careful touch. YN winced in pain, but she made no sound, her jaw clenched with determination as she endured his ministrations.

"I'm sorry," Cassian murmured, his voice heavy with regret as he met her gaze. "I should have been there to protect you."

YN shook her head, her expression fierce despite the pain etched on her features. "It's not your fault," she insisted, her voice a whisper. "We were outnumbered... it was bound to happen."

Cassian's heart ached at her words, the weight of his failure settling heavily on his shoulders. But he knew that now was not the time for self-pity. YN needed him, and he would do whatever it took to help her through this.

With gentle hands, Cassian tended to YN's wounds as best he could, bandaging them as carefully as possible to prevent infection. He could see the pain etched in every line of her face, but she remained stoic, refusing to let it show.

As he worked, Cassian couldn't help but admire YN's strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Despite the horrors she had endured, she remained unbowed, her spirit unbroken.

And as he looked into her eyes, Cassian knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, bound by a bond that was stronger than any wound.

Guilt weighed heavily on Cassian's shoulders as he tended to YN's wounds, his heart heavy with the burden of failure. He had sworn to protect his comrades, to keep them safe from harm, yet he had failed in his duty. YN, Azriel's lover and his right hand warrior, had suffered a grievous injury under his watch.

As he worked, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger at the enemy who had perpetrated such a cowardly act. Regret for not being able to prevent it. And above all, guilt for not being able to protect YN, a warrior he held dear to his heart.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he had let down not only YN but also Azriel, his best friend and brother-in-arms. Azriel trusted him to keep YN safe, and Cassian had failed him.

But amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, Cassian found solace in the quiet strength of YN, who endured her pain with a stoicism that spoke volumes of her resilience. Despite the loss of her wings, she remained unbroken, her spirit undiminished by the cruel hand fate had dealt her.

As he finished bandaging her wounds, Cassian looked into YN's eyes, seeking forgiveness in their depths. But instead of blame, he found understanding and acceptance, a silent reassurance that they would face whatever trials lay ahead together.

With a heavy heart, Cassian helped YN to her feet, supporting her with gentle hands as they prepared to return to the safety of the Night Court. And as they walked side by side, Cassian knew that he would do everything in his power to make amends for his failure, to ensure that YN's sacrifice would not be in vain.

As YN attempted to stand on her own, her weakened state became apparent. With each step, her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give way at any moment. Determination etched on her face, she pressed forward, determined to prove her strength.

But just as Cassian watched her with concern, her strength faltered, and she stumbled, her legs buckling beneath her. With a gasp, she fell back, only to be caught by Cassian's strong arms once again.

Cassian's heart clenched at the sight of YN struggling, her body betraying her fierce spirit. Gently, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her close to his chest as he held her securely.

"It's alright, YN," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil of her thoughts. "You don't have to do this alone. I've got you."

YN leaned into him, grateful for the comfort and strength he offered. She felt a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support, his presence a source of solace in the midst of her pain.

With Cassian's help, they made their way back to the safety of the Night Court, his steady stride carrying them forward with purpose. And as they walked, YN found reassurance in the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Cassian by her side, she would never have to face them alone.

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In the main room of the Night Court, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre sat in a solemn silence, their thoughts heavy with concern. Rhysand watched Azriel closely, sensing the tension that coiled beneath his calm exterior. He knew that Azriel was troubled, but the cause remained a mystery.

"Az," Rhysand began, his voice gentle yet probing. "You seem... on edge. Is everything alright?"

Azriel's jaw clenched, his expression guarded as he struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within him. "I'm... not sure," he admitted reluctantly. "Something doesn't feel right."

Feyre exchanged a worried glance with Rhysand before reaching out to place a comforting hand on Azriel's arm. "Whatever it is, we're here for you," she reassured him.

Azriel nodded, grateful for their support, but his mind was consumed with worry for YN. She and Cassian had been sent to the borders, and they hadn't returned as expected. The uncertainty gnawed at him, a cold dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

"It's YN," Azriel confessed, his voice heavy with concern. "She and Cassian were supposed to return from the borders, but... they haven't."

Rhysand's brows furrowed with concern as he absorbed the news. "Do you think something happened to them?"

Azriel shook his head, his unease growing with each passing moment. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I fear the worst."

As they sat in uneasy silence, the weight of their worry pressing down on them like a leaden sky, Azriel couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that hung over them. He knew that until they had answers about YN and Cassian's whereabouts, he wouldn't be able to find peace.

And so, with a heavy heart, Azriel resolved to do whatever it took to find them, to ensure that his beloved YN was safe and sound. For she was not just his lover, but his heart and soul, and he would move heaven and earth to bring her back to him.

A sudden crash shattered the tense silence in the main room of the Night Court, causing Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre to leap to their feet in alarm. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they rushed to the balcony, where they were met with a sight that sent chills down their spines.

There, standing amidst the wreckage, was Cassian, his arms cradling YN's limp form. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow and uneven, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior they knew her to be.

Without a word, Rhysand and Feyre rushed forward, their hands reaching out to help Cassian with his precious burden. Together, they carried YN inside, laying her gently on the nearest couch as they assessed her condition.

Azriel hovered nearby, his eyes fixed on YN's still form with a mixture of anguish and relief. He had feared the worst when Cassian hadn't returned, but seeing YN alive, even if unconscious, filled him with a sense of hope.

"What happened?" Rhysand demanded, his voice tight with concern as he turned to Cassian.

Cassian's jaw clenched, his eyes dark with worry as he recounted the events that had transpired at the borders. The ambush, the battle, and finally, YN's injuries. He spared no detail, his voice raw with emotion as he relived the harrowing ordeal.

As he spoke, Feyre tended to YN's injuries, her hands moving with practiced skill as she worked to stabilize her condition. Rhysand stood beside her, his gaze never leaving YN's face as he silently willed her to awaken.

And then, just as Cassian finished his tale, YN stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes met Azriel's, and in that moment, all the pain and worry melted away, replaced by the overwhelming relief of knowing that she was safe.

With tears in his eyes, Azriel reached out, his hand finding YN's and squeezing it tightly. "You're safe," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "That's all that matters."

As YN slowly regained consciousness, Azriel held her close, his heart pounding with relief at the sight of her awake and aware. He cradled her gently in his arms, whispering words of reassurance and love as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

But even as he held her, Azriel's worry lingered like a shadow, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of YN's injuries. He knew that she needed more than just his comfort; she needed the skilled hands of Madja, the court healer, to tend to her wounds.

Feyre, ever quick and resourceful, sprang into action without hesitation. With a determined look in her eyes, she rushed from the room, her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she made her way to Madja's chambers.

Azriel watched her go, his heart filled with gratitude for her swift action. He knew that Madja would do everything in her power to heal YN, to ease her pain and set her on the path to recovery.

As they waited for Feyre and Madja to return, Azriel held YN close, his arms a comforting anchor in the midst of uncertainty. He pressed kisses to her temple, her cheek, her lips, pouring all his love and devotion into each tender gesture.

And as he held her, Azriel vowed to do whatever it took to keep her safe, to protect her from harm and ensure that she never had to face such danger again. For she was not just his lover, but his heart and soul, and he would move heaven and earth to keep her by his side, safe and sound, for all eternity.

As Feyre returned with Madja in tow, the healer wasted no time in assessing YN's injuries. With a practiced eye, she examined the wounds where YN's wings had been severed, her expression grave as she took in the extent of the damage.

"This is serious," Madja murmured, her voice tinged with concern. "The risk of infection is high, especially given the manner in which the wings were cut off. We need to move her immediately."

Azriel's heart clenched at the severity of Madja's words, his fear for YN's well-being mounting with each passing moment. He knew that Madja was right; they couldn't afford to waste any time if they were to prevent further complications.

"What do we need to do?" Rhysand asked, his voice steady despite the worry etched on his face.

Madja turned to him, her expression determined. "We need to get YN to the healing chambers as quickly as possible," she explained. "There, I can perform the necessary treatments to cleanse the wounds and administer the proper medicines to stave off infection."

Without hesitation, Rhysand and Cassian sprang into action, moving to carefully lift YN from the couch and prepare her for transport. Azriel hovered close by, his eyes never leaving YN's face as he watched with bated breath.

As they carried YN from the room, Azriel walked alongside them, his hand clasped tightly in hers. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at his insides, but he drew strength from the knowledge that they were doing everything they could to save her.

Together, they made their way to the healing chambers, their hearts heavy with worry but filled with hope that Madja would be able to heal YN's wounds and set her on the path to recovery. And as they arrived at their destination, they knew that they would do whatever it took to ensure that YN emerged from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

As they carefully laid YN down on the healing bed, Rhysand leaned in close, his voice soft with concern. "YN, would you like me to take away the pain, just for a while? It may make it easier for you to bear."

YN's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Rhysand's with a mixture of gratitude and determination. Despite the agony she was undoubtedly experiencing, she shook her head weakly.

"No," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I want to feel everything. I need to know what's happening."

Rhysand and the others exchanged surprised glances, their brows furrowing with concern at YN's refusal of relief. But Azriel, ever understanding, placed a comforting hand on YN's shoulder, his eyes full of respect for her wishes.

"It's your decision, YN," he murmured, his voice filled with unwavering support. "We'll be here for you, no matter what."

YN managed a weak smile, her heart swelling with gratitude for Azriel's understanding. She knew that he, of all people, would respect her autonomy and her right to make her own choices, even in the face of adversity.

As Madja began her work, YN braced herself for the pain that would inevitably follow. She squeezed Azriel's hand tightly, drawing strength from his unwavering presence by her side.

Outside the healing chambers, the air was thick with tension as Rhysand, Cassian, and Feyre waited anxiously. They could hear YN's cries of pain echoing from within, each sound a dagger to their hearts as they struggled to imagine the agony she was enduring.

Rhysand paced back and forth, his jaw clenched with worry as he listened to YN's anguished cries. He longed to go to her side, to offer her comfort and support in her time of need, but he knew that Madja needed space to work her healing magic.

Cassian's fists were clenched at his sides, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he struggled to contain his emotions. YN was his closest friend, his confidante, and the thought of her suffering tore at his soul like nothing else.

Feyre stood beside them, her hands wringing nervously as she listened to YN's cries. She longed to offer her own healing abilities to ease YN's pain, but she knew that Madja was more than capable of handling the situation.

Meanwhile, inside the healing chambers, Azriel remained by YN's side, his heart breaking with each cry of pain that escaped her lips. He held her hand tightly, his touch a silent reassurance of his unwavering support and love.

As Madja worked her healing magic, Azriel leaned in close to YN, his lips brushing against her hand in a tender kiss. He whispered words of encouragement and love, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of her agony.

And though YN's screams and whimpers echoed throughout the Night Court, Azriel remained steadfast by her side, his presence a beacon of light in the darkness. For he knew that no matter how long the night may seem, dawn would eventually break, bringing with it the promise of a new day and the hope of healing and renewal.

As Madja finished her work and emerged from the healing chambers, Azriel stepped out to join the rest of the group. His eyes, usually so stoic and composed, were now filled with tears, a testament to the emotional turmoil he had endured while YN was undergoing treatment.

Rhysand, Cassian, and Feyre rushed forward to meet him, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. They could see the toll the ordeal had taken on Azriel, his usually unshakeable demeanor shaken by the fear of losing the woman he loved.

"Is she...?" Rhysand began, his voice trailing off as he searched Azriel's face for any sign of hope or despair.

Azriel nodded, a small but genuine smile touching his lips as he wiped away a stray tear. "She's going to be okay," he confirmed, his voice thick with emotion. "Madja managed to cleanse the wounds and prevent infection. YN will make a full recovery."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the group, the weight of worry lifting from their shoulders like a heavy burden lifted. Cassian clapped Azriel on the shoulder, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

Feyre reached out, her hand finding Azriel's and squeezing it tightly. "I'm so glad she's going to be alright," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine relief.

Azriel nodded, his gratitude for their support evident in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I would have done without all of you."

As they stood together, united in their love and concern for YN, Azriel felt a sense of overwhelming gratitude wash over him. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they stood together, they would be able to weather any storm that came their way. And with YN on the path to recovery, he allowed himself to hope for a brighter future, filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

----

Three weeks had passed since the harrowing incident that changed YN's life forever. In that time, she had undergone a transformation, both physically and emotionally. Though her bond with Azriel had grown stronger, the loss of her wings weighed heavily on her spirit.

Unable to work and grounded from the skies that had once been her sanctuary, YN found herself adrift, her sense of purpose shaken to its core. She spent her days sitting alone on the balcony, watching as the world carried on around her, feeling utterly powerless and useless.

Azriel did his best to support her, his love and devotion unwavering in the face of her pain and frustration. He sat by her side, holding her hand and offering words of comfort and reassurance, but he knew that nothing he said could erase the ache in her heart or the longing in her soul.

As the days stretched into weeks, YN found herself consumed by a sense of grief and longing for the life she had lost. She missed the freedom of the skies, the rush of wind beneath her wings, and the feeling of weightlessness as she soared through the clouds.

But as she gazed out at the horizon, her eyes filled with unshed tears, YN knew that she had to find a way to move forward, to forge a new path for herself in this unfamiliar world. She may never fly again, but she refused to let her wings be the only thing that defined her.

With Azriel's unwavering support and the love of her friends by her side, YN vowed to embrace this new chapter of her life with courage and resilience. She may be grounded for now, but she refused to let her spirit be tethered by the chains of despair.

And as she sat on the balcony, her heart heavy with sorrow yet filled with determination, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them head-on, with her head held high and her spirit unbroken. For she was not defined by her wings, but by the strength and courage that dwelled within her soul.

As Azriel returned from his duties as a spy, he found YN sitting alone on the balcony, lost in her thoughts. Without a word, he approached her, his footsteps silent against the cool stone floor. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close to him in a warm embrace.

YN leaned back into his embrace, feeling the strength and solidity of his presence surrounding her like a protective shield. She sighed softly, finding solace in the warmth of his touch, the familiar scent of his skin comforting and reassuring.

For a long moment, they simply stood there together, the only sound the gentle rustle of the breeze as it danced through the air. Azriel pressed a kiss to the top of YN's head, his lips lingering against her hair as he held her close.

"I'm here, YN," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing murmur against her ear. "You're not alone."

YN turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of gratitude and love. She reached up to cup his face in her hands, her touch gentle yet filled with an intensity that spoke volumes of her feelings for him.

"Thank you, Az," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "For always being here for me, even when I feel like I'm falling apart."

Azriel brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. "You never have to thank me, YN," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

And as they stood together on the balcony, their hearts entwined in a bond that could never be broken, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Azriel by her side, she would always find the strength to face them. For their love was a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding them through even the toughest of times, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As YN turned to face Azriel, her heart heavy with uncertainty, she couldn't help but voice the fear that had been gnawing at her soul since the loss of her wings.

"Do you... love me less now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

Azriel's brow furrowed with concern as he met her gaze, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. He reached out to cup her face in his hands, his touch gentle yet filled with an intensity that took her breath away.

"Never, YN," he replied, his voice firm with conviction. "Not for a moment. Your wings were never what made me love you. It's your strength, your courage, your compassion... those are the things that make you who you are."

He brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the tears that shimmered in her eyes. "You are more than your wings, YN. You always have been, and you always will be. And nothing will ever change that."

YN's heart swelled with emotion at his words, her fears melting away in the warmth of his love. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as if to anchor herself to the truth of his words.

"Thank you, Az," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I love you."

Azriel pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin in a silent promise of forever. "And I love you, YN," he murmured, his voice filled with a depth of feeling that took her breath away.

And as they stood there together, wrapped in each other's arms, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Azriel's love to guide her, she would always find the strength to soar, even without her wings. For their love was a force of nature, unbreakable and eternal, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Azriel's lips met YN's in a tender kiss, a silent affirmation of his love and devotion. As they melted into each other's embrace, he trailed his fingers along the scars that marred her back, his touch gentle yet filled with reverence.

Each scar told a story of battles fought and sacrifices made, a testament to YN's strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Azriel traced the lines of each mark with care, his heart heavy with the weight of her pain and the depth of his love for her.

"You are so brave, YN," he murmured against her lips, his voice a soft whisper in the quiet of the night. "I admire you more than words can express."

YN's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who stood before her, his love a beacon of light in the darkness.

"I couldn't have made it through this without you, Az," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. "You're my strength, my rock."

Azriel pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her with a fierce protectiveness. "And you're mine," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "Always and forever."

And as they stood there together, their scars a reminder of the battles they had fought and the love that had seen them through, YN knew that no matter what the future held, as long as she had Azriel by her side, she would always find the strength to face it, one day at a time. For their love was a bond that transcended time and space, unbreakable and eternal, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Tagging some:

@callsign-magnolia

@kmc1989

@hardballoonlove

@senawashere

@hookslove1592

@marvel-molly

[xo-cod]

not the anon but i loved the last ask. i’ve always imagined their hugs are different much like how they would all love different 🥹❤

aw omg nonnie, this was so so cute <3

price: his love runs deep and stable, running through his heart and soul. it's gentle and comforting, reassuring. his love composes of loyalty, trust, peace and harmony. and his loyalty to you is forever, he will never turn his back on you. his mind might be cautious and wary, years of dealing with the worst of humanity tends to warp his view on love but his heart is already yours. he just needs a little time to be accepting of that but the walls that guarded his heart so fiercely dissolve just for you <3

ghost: his love is intense, can be overwhelming at times. but it's unwavering. and while he may bear a dark part, he does his best not to blur the lines between his past and present. he trusts you enough to let down his guard, for you to see that vulnerable side of him he's hidden for so long. words may not always flow so easily to him. but he's a man of action, his touches always make up for it. his love is composed of passion, tenderness and warmth. he's just a man devoted to his lover with you <3

gaz: his love comes in bursts, always a reminder as to how much he needs you. It's soft and hazy and tender, just as he is. at times he may disappear into his own little world, but he always seeks you out at the end of the day. he can be a little needy but it's all from a good place. his love flows through his body, and spills on to you because you are his entire world. he is a mix of gentleness, compassion, understanding towards you no matter what. you are his love, his beauty. someone he loves and respects endlessly <3

soap: his love is penetrating, no matter what the hurdle. whatever the struggle may be, no matter how challenging times are, his love is penetrating. it flows over you, gentle as the breeze and it's a reminder that it's always there. be it far or near, you'll never feel alone. and if one day you both depart, his love for you will never fully disappear. it will remain just as the day he had met you. even if you hate him, a part of his heart will always beat for you. because at a time he needed it, you loved him and provided him with the comfort his heart always yearned for <3

[maruzzewrites]

Gale, Astarion and Halsin Yandere MBTI

Based on the Yandere MBTI by @/ddarker-dreams. cw for yandere and everything that can imply

Gale is RDHL

Reverent

For Gale, his darling is everything. He would do anything for them, and the whole universe could disappear until he has you in his hands. He is adoring and in deep, deep love (and obsession) with his darling. This means he has a harder time doing anything cruel to you and, generally, he is gonna do whatever it takes for you to stay with him.

The confines between worship and love are a bit blurred in his mind, and he will simply love you with all his heart if you just give in.

Delusional

Gale is oh so intelligent. A prodigy, even. But he lacks that awareness that will make him understand what he is doing isn't healthy for neither of you. He isn't someone who will stop to think his obsession is getting down a dangerous path.

He isn't delusional in the sense he can't see your reactions and consider what he does, but he will never truly understand that his actions may be harming you and your life.

Honest

One thing Gale is for sure it's being honest about his feelings. It isn't easy for him to manipulate or force his darling to do what he wants, he simply would rather they come to him by their own volition. In a way, he will force your hand with how simply dedicated and loyal he is. How can you leave someone so in love, after all?

But if you want to leave, that's fine and he will respect your desires. He will simply not stop to love you anyway, you're too important to him.

Lenient

He won't hurt you, he can't hurt you. His darling shouldn't have to follow a script simply because he fell for their being, their personality, their freedom too. He can't bring himself to hurt you, he is simply that devoted that he can push aside his intense desire to have you all for himself just so you can smile and be there for him willingly.

Astarion is CAMS

Cruel

Astarion has never been a soft individual, and he surely won't start for you. Him being a vampire spawn (or a full vampire) influences his behavior, making him more prone to use cruelty to get want he wants from you. He has been used too much for there be something soft about his love, there is always a certain degree of selfishness in his behavior.

Aware

One interesting thing about vampires in D&D is that their emotions are distorted and amplified, but they're perfectly aware that it's not a normal way of feeling. Astarion knows his obsession and his behavior will bring harm to his darling and the relationship, but he simply cannot calm down his emotions, he can't feel normal, and that spells only the worst for you.

Manipulative

Astarion will manipulate his darling so that you will do what he wants you to do, act like he wants you to act, and simply being the perfect little treasure he can play with how he wants. His manipulation isn't just to get you to love him back, it's something he uses to get his way and gain whatever there is to gain.

On the manipulative scale, he is pretty high and he will play around with the variables just to have you do what he wants.

Strict

He spent so much time being abused, so much time being someone's plaything, he can't just let someone do as they please while with him. He needs them to listen to his words, to do what he asks them to do, and that exactly what he will demand from his darling.

They better be ready to show they are willing to do what they are asked to do or Astarion can simply shape you into the perfect little darling he needs you to be.

Halsin is RAHL

Reverent

Halsin is equilibrate. He doesn't like to be seen as above others, he is respectful of the gifts of nature and he doesn't have resentment in his heart. He will see his darling like a present given to him by whoever is that is watching over him. Even his obsession is gentle and calm, strange to feel, but he is loving to his darling.

Aware

Halsin is wise and he can recognize that the way he cares for his darling isn't normal. He had lovers in his life before, and whatever he felt before isn't what he is experiencing now. It runs deeper, and it's scarier, and he will do whatever it takes to keep it at bay and not cause problems.

Honest

Halsin wants to be honest, he owes that to his darling. He doesn't just tell he is in love and doesn't beat around the bush in that sense, but he truly will be honest with everything that is happening. He will share his deeply troubling thoughts and the way he wonders how it would be to be alone in a groove with just you, but he tells you not to worry as he doesn't intend to act on those thoughts.

He still has self-control. For now.

Lenient

Halsin takes life as it comes and he truly believes you need to be free, he doesn't want to impose his will on you. Despite his obsession, he will force himself to set you free and do as you please. If that means you will come back to him, he is more than happy, until you are happy. Even if it hurts to see you go, he will always put your well-being over his feelings if it means you are content.

[wearethewinx]

I SAID I wanted to talk about Aisha:

It's been theorized that Aisha doesn't want to be a princess. I strongly disagree. She takes her role as the princess of Andros extremely seriously, and imo she clearly WANTS to be a good ruler. Yes, she snuck out to dance sometimes and refused her arranged marriage, but that NEVER stopped her from doing her Princess Duties, and she doesn't have baggage around the decorum of her station. She deploys it effortlessly when beneficial and takes it off just as easily. She drops everything at a moment's notice to return to Andros at the slightest sign of trouble to Be Their Princess

She is DEVOTED and LOYAL. Like, maybe the most of all the winx? She knew Flora for like, a week, and that was enough friendship currency for her to BREAK INTO HELIA'S ROOM AND PAW THROUGH HIS SHIT. Yeah Stella committed identity fraud for Bloom on day 1, but that's Stella. Aisha is responsible! Considers her actions carefully! EXCEPT when a friend needs a favor

That devotion includes her parents. Aisha's respect for her mother is paramount, even after the betrothal fiasco, and that's not just a passive thing. She proudly says "source: my mother told me and she's NEVER wrong" in class. I really wish we got to see more of Aisha's relationship with her parents

She knows a lot about poetry and speaks many languages. Again, I just wish we saw more of this

Basically homeschooled

Her royal education doesn't seem to include magic? Which is SUPER interesting to me. Every other princess we meet except Diaspro is canonically some kind of magic student, but Aisha seems self-taught. While every other princess in the magic dimension is learning to be a fairy or sorceress, the princess of Andros is learning diplomacy, fencing, languages, poetry, dancing, etiquette. That says a lot about Androssi royalty!

She's gentle

GENUINELY KIND OF A MAN HATER

I feel like Aisha is often flattened as 'the strong one' (and I do have personal beef w/ how people incorporate that into her design- she's sporty, not a bodybuilder. Dancing, motorcycling, and surfing are not activities that lend themselves to big bulky biceps!!) and I really think that's a boring disservice to her. IMO she's the sort of person who would really appreciate and treasure little friendship tokens, and spend a lot of time just. Trying to do nice things for the winx, and solve their problems. She treasures quiet time spent together.

Helia loving her (despite Aisha thinking he's a loser) because she knows a lot of philosophy and has a good command over her Vibes. Her and Brandon Doing Sports together bc the other Winx aren't interested and the other specialists annoy her too much, and them becoming catty frenemies. Aisha knowing about the history of Domino and the legend of the Dragon Fire, and bonding with Bloom over it. Bloom drawing a picture of the Winx together and Aisha keeping it forever. Aisha still being scared of the dark and Stella giving her a magical light. Musa helping Aisha plan something special to celebrate the Day of the Rose. Tecna Musa and Aisha bonding over the difficulty they have being openly emotional. Flora and Aisha fretting over eachother's well-being and bonding over their shared sense of responsibility to their families

[fear-ne]

Ends of the earth…and beyond, as it happens.

[canaidliafail]

and still I yearn…

Abby anderson x f!reader 🌿

Starts with ANGST becomes sweet and steamy later not to endlessly yap again on how this is another vent fic but it is. Not proof read.

3.5 k words ? or smt like that. Anyways I hope you enjoy it (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

MDI

“So why not drop her? Just give us a chance” she pleaded desperation seeping into her voice now. Maybe it was the alcohol or the cheap shitty weed she inhaled but her emotions were spilling out of her as she had you pinned against the wall

You couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. your hands were still on her shaking sternum and you tried to swallow being awfully aware of your tongue and its weight

“What's gotten into you abs? Does the big bad wolf have feelings for me after all?” you tried to play it off ready to pull the -you are drunk- card but she wasn't having it

she grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet her own. she was contemplating something as you saw her roll her tongue on the inside of her cheek which turned into a crooked half smile

“What if I do? Will it change anything ? Will it finally make you consider this?”

You were ready to give up everything. Your fickle situationship that left you unfulfilled and vulnerable, all to get a taste of what she could offer. But you couldn't find it within you to trust her. You didn't feel as though you mattered much to her either. Not more than all the other one night stands she pulled with the other girls.

-your relationship was shitty and you agreed on it being open so that your girlfriend could explore her options without guilt. Back then you didn't think it would bother you. But back then you were ready to break every boundary and become a carpet to be stepped on much like you were ready to do so all over again but for a different person now-

“Abby, Listen this- what we have is fun- but Im with someone”

“and is this someone in the room with us? Cause last I checked they happily left the party with that new recruit”

Abby dove in and started trailing kisses and gentle bites up your neck again covering old bitemarks with her own as you willingly exposed your skin to her. words died in your throat and instead were replaced by soft moans and gasps

She caged you in her embrace, hands around your waist and head, tangled in your hair as she lapped at the tender skin before finally finding your lips for an extended makeout session

Abby was known for the heat she packed and you could confirm the rumors cause to win Abbys devotion was to feel like you earned the favor of Gods

She took her time and where words failed her, her actions showed how much she loved women.

“Please” she begged and you were taken out of your short lived heaven by feeling the fabric of your shirt damp

her shoulders were shaking and your heart felt like it was going to break.

“Please, Give me a chance…I love you”

there was a pause “is my love not enough?”

You wish you had said something back then. But you stayed quiet and just run your fingers through her hair comforting her….silently rejecting her

••••

You saw the schedule and it felt as if it looked back at you

“shit” you whispered and Mel walked over

“You're out with Abby?”

Your lips thinned and you crossed your arms. 3 months have passed without you two looking or speaking a word to one another. Whether it was luck or Abby pulling strings your schedules never matched and your daily routines were on opposite sides of the HQ.

Going from sneaking into her room and hanging out as much as your days allowed to not seeing each other had been rough but it was a choice she made and one you could respect

“Did you two have a falling out? I know she can be mean-“

“mean?” you were thrown off guard with her remark. She could be a cunt in bed but outside of your sexual endeavors Abby was soft, fragile even. It shocked and pained you that you were the only one to see that.

“Mel what do you want?” you asked not in the mood to talk to her. She looked at you confused on why you were hissing like a cat again

“You must be having a bad day. Good luck outside today” she said and turned to leave.

bad day, bad life hard to tell. You went to check in for guns and grabbed your backpack. With heavy steps you walked outside to the yard where the car was waiting for you. You breathed a sigh of relief seeing as you were the first one to arrive and jumped in the seat, adjusting it and making yourself comfortable

You heard the door open and looked up, oxygen failing to fill your lungs as your breath was cut short. Oh she still looked as gorgeous as you remembered. her hair in a tight braid and her blonde lashes catching the sun accentuating them

“What?” She growled and you tried clearing your throat and smiled “Long time no see abs”

Her lip twitched and she slid in taking a seat “Just don't fuck up today. Had enough rounds with incompetent new recruits lately and my patience has run thin”

You turned on the engine, a strong hum vibrating through the seats and your sternum

Ignoring her mean jab at you “Maybe it’s not them, maybe it’s you who’s insufferable”

And she just scoffed not bothering to entertain your banter

You had to go for supplies farther than usual which meant you inevitably would spend the night somewhere and you were dreading that moment it would happen “we could sleep at the hospital so long as it’s clear. that was we can get an early start and hopefully be back tomorrow before it’s too late at night” Abby checked the map

‘Works for me. You good with driving today ? Or do you need to switch up from now?”

“I’m fine. You aren’t the only one out there doing rounds” you hissed and she just couldn’t seem to let it go “sure feels like it”

“Can you not make this any more difficult than it needs to be?!” You pulled up near a building “Listen we are out in the open. It does not benefit either of us to be at each other’s necks” and Abby just frowned

“So easily swayed by emotions. I assumed you had a better grip on them. you seem to live quiet well under difficult circumstances”

“If this is about my ex-“

“ex?” She asked now surprised and you were not having it

“save whatever mean shit you want to throw at me. I knew it back then and I know it now but Abby we are in the middle of a damn apocalypse and I didn’t have the luxury of looking for my Prince Charming”

she grabbed her gun “Let’s just walk huh? Hospitals close and we don’t wanna alert any more infected our way” she growled and kicked the door open contradicting her statement.

You checked ahead of you having a very clear view of the hospital. You grabbed your things and locked the doors following Abby few steps behind knowing what you said was foul but not Caring enough to fix it. The time that it would have mattered to do that was far gone now anyways…

———

“Shit. Empty empty and…” she tossed another kit “empty. we will have to check the pharmacy at the East end of the town” you crouched by the isles and mindlessly browsed through the tinted bottles checking for any luck

“it’s getting dark outside” she went to start strapping her knives on her hip pouch

“Abby I will not fight with you for this”

“It wasn't even a topic up for debate. I can handle myself” you got up “Abby. There’s no need to risk this”

“i'm not risking anything. the only risk would be you joining me. So how about you get your beauty’s sleep and I do the job yeah?” And before you could even comprehend your movements you had punched her, a square hit on her jaw that made her stumble a tad. She rubbed at the abused spot and licked the inside of her cheek.

She spit on the ground, saliva mixed with blood and smirked “this is my way of making it easier for us you selfish cunt” she said her tone stern and low as she grabbed you by the collar “I’m trying to give you space” and you pushed her away, her grip on your shirt stronger than before pulling you against her,leading you to harshly bump against another rusty isle

It eventually fell,glass bottles and tubes crashing and iron shelves shaking with force. And in the distance you heard what could not be mistaken for a hoard of infected alerted by your way

“Guess we are going to that fucking pharmacy after all” you yelled and grabbed your bag in a haste running with Abby as the first clicker, came bursting in through the door.

She pushed you forward in an attempt to speed you up. You jumped over the windowsill and lunged on the door leaving space for Abby to kick it open. You followed after her looking around the first corner you could turn to hopefully lose them before heading into the pharmacy. She yanked you by your jacket before you noticed and pulled you to the side of a shield shut garage door. “Ill haul you up, you’ll pull me later” And with that she crossed the palms of your hands bending down against the wall waiting for you.

Your boot met her hand and she thrusted you up whiched you leaped and grabbed onto the edge of the building scanning the apartment room which to your relief was empty. You steadied yourself on the wall and extended your arm for Abby to grab.

She leaped up a rusty pipe and barely grabbed you on time before it cracked and split in two.

You hauled her up with a low grunt and finally she was close enough to reach onto the windows rim and pull herself in closing it shut and looking around for wood or anything else to hopefully create a temporary barricade

“Abby the shelves” you said pointing to an old bookcase. You got up and grabbed one end and she took the other dragging the musty furniture and bringing it in front of the window.

“Won’t do much but its blocking us out of sight at least”

“So guess this is our stop for tonight” You huffed out panting and wiped the sweat off you brow. She didn't seem shaken physically but her fingers tips twitched and you feared you would cry. You missed her. You had missed her so fucking much

You had almost forgotten how sensitive she was. How beneath all that cockiness and sneering smile she was just like you,struggling to survive and putting up a strong front.

“We’re ok” you found yourself say out of old habit and she glared at you. She breathed out a long sigh and tossed her backpack to the side looking around the room to create a makeshift bed for the night. Didn’t have much, and the dust was bound to give you an itch tomorrow morning but its not like you were used to living in luxury anyways

“Got canned food”

“Sick. Think Ill stick to my wrapped burrito” she said cockiness seeping back in and you were reminded that Abby Anderson was in fact a little more privileged than you.

“Well my bad for trying to be considerate”

“Little late for that,yeah?” Her words seemed to have surprised her as well as she cocked her head to the side wincing at her statement. You weren't ready to let it go though

“Abby what do you want from me?”

“What do I want from you?” She asked and rose to her full height approaching you like a predator

“Oh fuck off, you wont scare me” You half yelled and she chuckled,dark,low and humorless

“Scare you? Really now? WHy the fuck would I ever want to scare you? Is this really how you see me? After all-“ she tried but stopped herself

“No Abby thats not what I’m fucking saying but get over yourself already. What the hell could I have done back then?”

“Does it matter?” She was finally a few inches from you. Been a while since you felt her this close. Since you felt her scent engulfing you pleasantly. Shielding you almost.

“What can I do now then?”

You begged almost at this point not realizing how much you needed her back in your life until this moment. You grabbed her wrist pulling her closer “Tell me” You urged her on and she seemed to lose her trail of thought as her gaze was fixated on the wooden floor

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter”

You applied pressure on her wrist and yanked it your way throwing her off balance enough to twist her body and push it against the wall with your other arm almost caging her in.

“It does”

“Just…why ?” She said crestfallen and you saw it again. The same Abby you left at manny’s party three months ago.

Why indeed.

You couldn’t tame the wind, but you surely could knock it right out of someone.

You prided yourself in your infinite freedom and seeming obvious desire to keep it. Your now,ex, found it fit to call you, her little dove. And with a sweet name and a golden cage she clipped your wings and shoved you to the side like a trophy collecting dust

You couldn’t believe how many lies someone could say while claiming they were honest. That they were true and it was you who had twisted everything out of context.

She did say she only loved you but wanted things open ended so that they wouldnt have physical limitations, and so you felt if her heart was bound to you that it didnt matter how many slept with her. She belonged to you after all.

But that was far,far from what had happened. First it was her best friend who in her words “the bond we share is deep and unexplainable, Something spontaneous and unique” And you would see her devote more time to her than to you. And if it wasn't her best friend it was someone new she had met and shared another spontaneous and special bond.

When Abby entered the picture, at first it was out of desperation to get over your realities. She wanted to erase the memory of the godawful last hook up with Owen and you, well you wanted to see if your ex would get jealous seeing you flirt with others. But to your horror she urged you to invite Abby to your bed.

And then came the sinking realization that you weren't possessive of your -back than girlfriend- No…. no, You were possessive over Abby. You fell first, but Abby fell harder.

“I…I really wish I had acted differently back then” You found yourself admit

You pulled your hands away from her wrist and shoulder and fidgeted with your fingers, guilt gnawing at you. Guilt and regret.

To your surprise Abby pulled you back in by your waist, her hand finding, and grabbing your jaw, directing her way as her lips collected yours in a heated kiss, hatred mixed with re ignited passion. The wet sounds and pants filled the room as she took her time indulging you,your tongue stroking hers and her hand stroking your waist

She pulled away for a moment “Then act differently now” She begged and you answered in the form of another kiss, hands eager to dive in that god forsaken braid, digging and pulling her face closer.

Her hand ventured lower, grabbing your ass and pulling you in letting you shamelessly grind on her thick thigh. You let out a sigh feeling heat pool in your stomach as your lips parted a thin string of saliva connecting you two before it split, along with her composure.

She pushed you on the floor not wanting to waste a second longer of the heaven that she was denied from, for so long. “Do you mind?” She asked and you were stunned that your reaction wasn't enough of a hint. You nod and her fingers stopped at your belt clasp playing with the cold metal

“Words”

“Yes, Gods Abby please fuck me”

She sneered, and if it was possible it was the sweetest image you had seen in days. She took her time removing your belt and pants leaving you only in your boxers. She left a trail of hot kissed from your stomach down the line of yours boxers stopping right above the part that ached for her touch the most

“You are mine” she claimed her hands grabbing your thighs and propping them up her shoulders. It was a statement “You always were and always will be” and she finally dove to kiss your wet cunt above the damp cloth. Drenched would be a better description

You longed for this. For this possessiveness. For someone to lust and starve for you the way only Abby could.

No, you longed for Abby and the way she knew how to love you

“Fuck Abby’ You hissed as you felt her hot tongue press against your folds without letting you experience it in its entirety

“Doesn’t matter where you go, You’ll always end up in my arms”

She said and finally freed you from your underwear

“And under my tongue”

She didn't hesitate this time, patience evaporating as she started lapping up at your dripping pussy, feasting on you like a starved lynx. Her tongue explored every crevice and fold before devoting her attention to your clit which made you scream out her name. Your sighs and moans filled the air and mixed with her own, needy ones as she seemed to enjoy this every bit as much as you did.

Her fingers teased at your entrance and your head shot up. She stopped and looked at you, licking her plump lips that were glistening with your slick like an animal finishing its meal. She stalked closer, her body hovering above yours and you were cut off from whispering her name as her lips caught yours in a heated makeout session

Her fingers dove in while she continued to assault your lips, biting gently and licking not giving you the pleasure of moaning loud like you wanted “Save that pretty voice for when we are back to base” She finally commanded

“I will need everyone to hear who you belong to now” Your core clenched and you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. She started pumping her fingers, filling you like no one ever could and her arm cradled your head almost lovingly, not wanting your head to hurt from pressing against the hard floor.

All while she mercilessly fucked you sensless picking up the pace, going deeper,harder every time she heard you claim her. Your nails dug deep into her skin leaving hot marks, evidence of all your acts. You bit her neck again and again, free to leave bite marks as you pleased

“Abby I-“ she nodded, urging you on to do what you needed as she pulled you closer in the crook of her neck while her fingers ruined your throbbing pussy, and with one final push you felt yourself spill all over her hands. She didn't pull out right away, loving the sensation of your walls clenched against her, Wanting more of this endless feeling of being connected so intimately with you

“I love you, fuck I love you so much” You whispered and felt tears starting to spill. Surprised she pulled out her fingers,messily wiping them on her cargo pants as now both hands held you close to her from your face, hand caressing your cheek and wiping the tears that didn't seem to stop

“I love-“ You gasped and she hushed you,rolling you both to the side. She went to stroke your hair gently, with so much affection that it was almost painful

“I know my little dove” your eyes opened wide, for the first time in years, you felt this name held a different meaning. A sweet one

“I love you too” She whispered and let you cry out to your heart's content from finally, happiness

[kusakabesimp]

It's so hard to find Kusakabe simp but then I found you 🥲 Can you give a few headcanons for Dad Kusakabe? ❤

Hi, @perkypeony! Yessssssssss, Kusakabe-Dad is one of my favorite things, especially his dynamic with Miwa! Here's some HC for you. There will definitely be more of these in the future!

*** These all occur in my AU, where Atsuya and Hiromi are married and raising Miwa and Yuji. Several of these have or will appear in my fics/drabbles, so if they look familiar, that's why. ***

Kusakabe-Dad and Miwa HCs

Can you braid my hair?

When Miwa first asked Kusakabe if he could braid her hair, he agreed without hesitation. Panic set in moments later when he realized he had no f**king clue how to handle anyone's hair — not even his own sometimes. His initial attempts resembled more abstract art than a hairstyle, but he had always been a quick study. Determined to master it for Miwa's sake, Kusakabe spent several nights watching tutorials and practicing with the ito cord he usually used for his katana wrap. Now, when Miwa sits at the kitchen table with her back to him, his large hands plait her hair with the same precision and care he applies to everything else in his life. Although Miwa can do it herself, she creates these small opportunities, understanding that it's easier for Kusakabe to express his love through actions in quiet moments like these with the two of them.

Waiting up

It's been nearly a year, and Kusakabe is still a nervous wreck when Miwa goes out on a date. He's made some progress, though: he no longer paces around the kitchen while downing his fifth cup of tea, he's stopped checking his phone every five minutes, and he manages to resist the urge to sweep the entire living room floor, even though he does it every morning. But he still worries. He lies awake in the bed, Hiromi already asleep and snuggled against his chest, and wonders if Miwa's okay. She barely ate anything for breakfast -- would they find something she liked while they were out? The Chūō train line stops running at midnight -- are they close enough to get to the station? Did he leave the porch light on? He checked it three times but considered getting up to check it again. Time seems to crawl as he waits, and finally, he senses the familiar signature of her cursed energy approaching the house. Hiromi stirs and plants a small kiss on Kusakabe's cheek. "She's home, Atsuya. You can go to sleep."

Read With Me

It's no secret that Kusakabe loves to read; there's a bookshelf in every room of their house. The kitchen shelf is home to newspapers and Higuruma's legal briefs, while the living room shelf is a jumble of everyone's books (the one place in the house where Kusakabe doesn't feel the need to meticulously organize). Next to the patio door stands another shelf, and in Kusakabe and Higuruma's bedroom, there's one devoted to Kusakabe's poetry collection. But there's a special bookshelf tucked away in a little corner of the dojo, reserved just for Miwa's books. Some days, instead of guiding Miwa through kata sequences, Kusakabe joins her on the floor to read. Whenever Miwa finishes a novel, Kusakabe reads it next. He always pretends he can't follow the plot or remember the characters' names, just to see her eyes light up as she explains with animated enthusiasm. He listens attentively, a gentle smile forming on his face before he nods and shifts his focus back to the book.

A Name for Love

Even though he'd brought her into his care, Miwa still referred to Kusakabe as sensei. It was her way of honoring his love and guidance while respecting his role as her teacher. However, with her friends and with Yuji, she always called him her dad. They naturally accepted it, never questioning or viewing it differently than any other parent-child relationship. One evening, after a particularly intense sword drawing session, Miwa sat at the kitchen table, quickly eating a dinner that Kusakabe had whipped up for her. As he praised her footwork, Miwa, completely exhausted, unintentionally murmured, "Thanks, Dad." A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she realized what she'd said. Higuruma, also at the table with a cup of tea, hid a small smile behind his mug, stealing a quick glance at his husband's reaction. Kusakabe smiled and affectionately ruffled Miwa's hair, his touch filled with love and reassurance.

[lilacskiesapothecary]

“…The way you Walk…”

OHSHC x You

Tamaki was standing near the school entrance when he notices you walking past him. Instantly, his heart skips a beat and he's smitten! Tamaki, being the dramatic and romantic guy he is, can't resist the opportunity to impress you.

He springs into action, making sure to shower you with attention. Tamaki starts by organizing a grand welcome committee for you in the Host Club, complete with confetti and a red carpet. He gathers the host club members and instructs them to treat you like royalty.

Tamaki then takes you on a whirlwind tour of the school, showing them all the hidden treasures and secret spots. He's constantly by your side, offering compliments and making you feel special. Tamaki even serenades you in a private one on one with his beautiful violin playing, capturing your heart with his talent.

Throughout the day, Tamaki goes above and beyond to make you feel cherished. He surprises you with little gifts, writes heartfelt poems, and even attempts to perform daring stunts to impress you (though sometimes they end in hilarious mishaps).

His efforts don't go unnoticed, and you can't help but be charmed by Tamaki's genuine affection and enthusiasm. You find yourself falling for his charismatic personality and kind heart. You tell him that he doesn’t need to keep showering you with gifts. And that you fell for him just as hard the moment he came over to speak to you.

Kyoya, the master strategist, notices you walking past him and something inside him changes. He realizes he has developed feelings for you and decides to approach the situation with his signature calm and calculated demeanor.

Kyoya begins by observing you from a distance, analyzing your interests, hobbies, and personality. He gathers information about your likes and dislikes, paying attention to the smallest details. Armed with this knowledge, Kyoya carefully plans his moves to impress you.

He starts by subtly finding opportunities to interact with you engaging in conversations and showing genuine interest in your thoughts and opinions. Kyoya strategically positions himself to be in the same social circles as you, ensuring that your paths cross frequently.

As your interactions increase, Kyoya uses his intelligence and resourcefulness to provide you with valuable insights and assistance. He offers you advice, helps them with your studies or projects, and even surprises them with thoughtful gestures that align perfectly with your interests.

Kyoya's strategic approach doesn't stop there. He strategically arranges situations where he can showcase his talents and skills, impressing you with his intelligence and capabilities. Whether it's excelling in academics, leading a successful business venture, or solving complex problems, Kyoya ensures you sees his abilities firsthand.

Throughout his carefully planned endeavors, Kyoya remains composed and never lets his emotions overshadow his actions. He maintains a respectful distance, allowing you to feel comfortable while subtly hinting at his growing affection.

As time goes on, Kyoya's efforts pay off. You start to notice his genuine care and the thoughtfulness behind his actions. You appreciate his intelligence, his strategic thinking, and the way he always seems to be there when you need him.

Gradually, Kyoya's carefully laid plans lead to a blossoming romance. You realizes that behind Kyoya's calm and composed exterior lies a heart full of affection and devotion. Together, you two embark on a journey of love, trust, and mutual admiration, creating a beautiful bond that surpasses all expectations.

Mori notices you walking past him, and something about you catches his attention. He finds himself inexplicably drawn to you and falls for you in his own gentle and protective way.

Mori, being the strong and silent type, doesn't immediately express his feelings. Instead, he observes you from afar, taking note of your actions, your interests, and your interactions with others. He quietly admires your kindness and grace, and his heart begins to flutter whenever you’re around.

As Mori's feelings deepen, he can't help but show his affection in his own unique way. He becomes incredibly protective of you, always keeping a watchful eye on you, making sure you’re safe and comfortable. He's like a guardian angel, silently looking out for you without ever asking for anything in return.

Whenever you’re in need or facing a challenge, Mori is there, ready to lend a helping hand. He becomes your pillar of support, offering a strong shoulder to lean on and a calming presence in times of distress. His gentle nature shines through as he provides comfort and reassurance with just a simple touch or a warm smile.

Mori's actions speak louder than words. He may not verbalize his affection, but his protective gestures and unwavering presence convey his feelings loud and clear. His gentle touch, his reassuring gaze, and his unwavering loyalty become his love language, expressing his deep care and admiration for you.

You begin to realize Mori's affectionate nature and the depth of his feelings. You feel safe and cherished in his presence, knowing that Mori will always be there to support and protect you.

You find solace in each other's presence, knowing that they have found a love that is as strong as it is tender.

🔴Black Friday Sale🔴

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

In the year 1340, with the relentless approach of winter, a somber cloud of foreboding cast its shadow over Bagley Castle. Beneath a moonlit snowstorm, the royal family of Bagley convened in King Thomas's chambers. His grace lay gravely ill, a pale reflection of the powerful monarch he had been. Queen Priscilla, his devoted wife, cradled her ailing husband in her arms, the fever coursing through him like a relentless tempest.

King Thomas's children, Prince Henry, his wife Princess Philippa, their young son Harold, and Thomas's youngest daughter, Princess Corrine, stood by, sharing a somber vigil. Queen Cordelia, Thomas's eldest daughter and the Queen of Windenburg, was also present. They had all come to bid farewell to their father, a truly remarkable man who had forged a sprawling empire, shaping their destinies into the annals of history. Amidst the quiet desperation of the chamber, Prince Henry held his sister Corrine close, a pillar of strength as she wept into his shoulder, unable to witness their once indomitable father in such a weakened state.

In a poignant moment of lucidity, Thomas summoned his son. Henry, his heart heavy, approached the bedside, gently taking hold of his father's frail, cold hand. Amid the vulnerability of illness, Thomas's eyes held paternal pride and deep affection as he praised his son.

In heartfelt words, Thomas spoke of his belief in Henry's potential to be a resolute and capable King after his own time had passed. In this solemn exchange, Henry pledged his unwavering commitment to honor his father's legacy and to serve the Kingdom with the utmost devotion.

Then, with waning strength, Thomas called his eldest daughter, Queen Cordelia, to his side. He professed his profound love for her and offered paternal counsel. He urged her to remain vigilant regarding her husband's actions and to watch over her younger brother. Cordelia, with a gentle caress, reassured her father. She spoke with the wisdom of a seasoned queen, promising that he would witness the sunrise for many more days to come.

Yet on the following morning, an unmistakable shift in the atmosphere settled over Bagley. It was an eerie silence, a void, which resounded with the loss left in the wake of King Thomas's passing. Queen Priscilla, her heart shattered, had been a witness to her beloved's final breath. At the age of 59, King Thomas of Bagley had departed from this world, leaving behind a kingdom and a family forever changed.

In the solemn quiet, with grief etched upon every face, the royal family paid their final respects to their fallen patriarch. The king was dressed in his resplendent regal attire, his presence preserved for eternity. As his family grieved, they knew that the burden of the realm now lay on the shoulders of the new king.

With King Thomas's body carried to The Cathedral of Saint Jacob, all eyes in the room turned toward the newly anointed King Henry and his queen, Philippa. They realized that the weight of leadership had descended upon them, a duty they would bear together. King Henry gazed into the future, fully aware of the challenges and responsibilities that awaited him. He pledged to be a just and equitable ruler, upholding his father's legacy in the grand tapestry of history.

In the days that ensued, the solemn mourning that had hung in the air within the grand halls of The Cathedral of Saint Jacob transformed into jubilant cheers. This time, the occasion was the coronation of King Henry and Queen Philippa. As the archbishop reverently lowered the crown upon Henry's head, the young king felt the physical and metaphorical weight of his impending reign.

Then, with grace and dignity, he turned to Queen Philippa and gently placed the radiant queen's crown upon her head. In a touching moment, a smaller, exquisitely crafted crown was positioned upon the head of their young son, Prince Harold. These regal rituals marked the commencement of a new era for the realm of Bagley.

[cynic-spirit]

Top of the world ii

Ari Levinson is a formidable figure, an intimidating and ruggedly handsome man who transitioned from being a biker to becoming a powerful mobster. His presence commands respect and fear, standing tall and muscular with a tough exterior that hides his deep and passionate love for Yn. Despite his rough past and dangerous lifestyle, Ari has a soft spot for Yn, and his love for her is unwavering and intense.

However, Yn doesn't reciprocate Ari's feelings, leaving him heartbroken and confused. While Ari's love is deep and genuine, Yn is conflicted. She is unsure of her own feelings, struggling to see Ari as more than just a powerful figure in her life. Her confusion stems from her inability to reconcile the man she knows Ari to be with the dangerous world he inhabits, making it difficult for her to return his affection.

Ari, aware of Yn's uncertainty, is both patient and frustrated. He tries to win her over with grand gestures and by being there for her in every way he can, but her hesitance leaves him in a constant state of longing and heartache. Despite this, he remains devoted, hoping that one day, Yn will see him as more than just a mobster and realize the depth of his love.

Ari Levinson’s love language is acts of service, and it’s through these actions that he tries to express the depth of his feelings for Yn. Whenever Ari is around, Yn doesn’t have to lift a finger; he takes care of everything, often without her even needing to ask. He’s always attentive to her needs, whether big or small, and this is how he shows his affection, even though Yn hasn’t fallen in love with him yet.

For instance, when Yn is working late on a project or writing at her typewriter, Ari will quietly step in to make sure she has everything she needs. Without a word, he’ll bring her a fresh cup of coffee just the way she likes it, place a warm blanket over her shoulders when he notices she’s cold, or even prepare a meal for her so she doesn’t have to interrupt her work. He does all of this without expecting anything in return, just wanting to make her life easier in any way he can.

Another example is when they’re out together, even though Yn may not realize it, Ari is always one step ahead in taking care of her. If they’re walking down the street, he’ll subtly guide her to the inside of the sidewalk, keeping her away from traffic. At restaurants, he’ll make sure to order her favorite dishes without needing to ask, having paid close attention to her preferences over time.

When they’re at her apartment, Ari doesn’t let her lift a finger. If something breaks, he’s there to fix it before she even notices. If she’s carrying groceries, he takes the bags from her hands and puts everything away. Even in simple things, like helping her put on a coat or holding the door open, Ari's actions are always thoughtful and intentional.

Despite all this, Yn is still unsure about her feelings for Ari. She appreciates his help and care but feels overwhelmed by the intensity of his love and the contrast between his rough exterior and his gentle actions. She’s grateful for everything he does, yet she can’t fully return his affection, leaving Ari in a bittersweet position—dedicated to serving her every need while quietly yearning for her to see him as more than just a protector.

Ari Levinson’s descent into love began the moment he first heard Yn sing. Her voice, a captivating blend of purity and emotion, struck him like nothing else ever had. In her singing, Ari found a softness and vulnerability that spoke to a part of him he had long buried beneath his tough exterior. It was as if her voice reached into his very soul, calming the storm that raged within him. From that moment on, he was utterly enthralled by Yn, unable to resist the pull she had over him.

But Ari, in his overwhelming need to be close to Yn, made a crucial mistake. He immersed himself into her life with such intensity that he inadvertently took away her sense of choice. Without fully realizing it, Ari began to control the aspects of her life that he believed would protect her and keep her close to him. His love language of acts of service, which was supposed to be an expression of his care, became a means of exerting control. He did everything for her—too much, in fact—leaving Yn feeling stifled and trapped.

Singing had always been Yn’s solace, her way of expressing herself and finding peace. But as Ari’s presence in her life became more dominant, she started to feel that her voice, the very thing that drew him to her, was no longer hers to control. In an attempt to reclaim her autonomy, Yn made a silent vow to herself: she would no longer sing. By refusing to sing, Yn found a way to rebel against Ari's overwhelming presence, to assert a small piece of her life that he couldn’t touch.

This rebellion was subtle but powerful. Whenever Ari would encourage her to sing, even in the smallest of ways, she would politely decline, her lips pressed tightly together. She no longer hummed absentmindedly while doing chores, and the piano in her apartment remained closed. Ari noticed the change, and though he never voiced it, it pained him deeply. He missed the sound of her voice, the very thing that made him fall in love with her. But more than that, he missed seeing her happy, doing something she loved.

Yn’s refusal to sing was her way of setting a boundary, a silent protest against the way Ari had taken over her life. She didn’t hate him, but she resented the way he had slowly eroded her sense of self. She knew that he loved her, and she appreciated all he did for her, but the more he tried to care for her, the more suffocated she felt. Ari’s acts of service, which were meant to make her life easier, instead made her feel as though she had no control over her own life.

Ari, on the other hand, was caught in a dilemma. He loved Yn deeply, and everything he did was out of that love. But he was slowly beginning to realize that his way of expressing love might be the very thing driving her away. He didn’t know how to fix it, how to step back and give her the space she so desperately needed without feeling like he was losing her.

The tension between them grew, silent and unspoken, as Yn continued to withhold the one thing that had brought them together. For Yn, not singing was the only way she could assert her independence in a situation where she felt increasingly powerless. For Ari, it was a painful reminder that love, no matter how well-intentioned, could not be forced. It needed space to breathe, something he was struggling to understand.

Despite this, Ari couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He continued to serve her, to be there for her in every way he knew how, even as he slowly began to realize that perhaps what Yn needed most from him was not more acts of service, but the freedom to choose what she wanted for herself.

Yn, despite her inner turmoil, does everything Ari asks her to do. It’s not out of love or even a desire to please him, but more out of a sense of resignation. When Ari says, "Let me take you shopping," Yn agrees without hesitation, allowing him to whisk her away to the most luxurious boutiques. She tries on the clothes he selects, lets him buy her things she doesn’t need or particularly want, and offers a polite smile when he looks for her approval. Her actions are compliant, but her heart isn’t in it.

When Ari says, "Let me take you to dinner," Yn nods and goes along with him. She sits across from him at the finest restaurants, quietly eating the dishes he orders, her thoughts miles away. She makes small talk, answers his questions, and listens to his stories, but there’s a distance in her eyes that Ari can’t ignore. He sees her going through the motions, responding just enough to keep the conversation alive, but it’s clear that her mind and heart are elsewhere.

If Ari says, "Let’s go for a drive," Yn dutifully climbs into the passenger seat, allowing him to take her wherever he wishes. She stares out the window as they drive, watching the scenery pass by without much interest. Ari tries to engage her, pointing out landmarks or playing her favorite songs, but her responses are minimal, her engagement superficial. She’s there in the car with him, but her spirit isn’t.

Even when Ari suggests, "Let’s go to my club," Yn complies, following him into the world he rules. She stays by his side, politely interacting with his associates, accepting their compliments and engaging in light conversation. But there’s a stiffness in her posture, a subtle tension that betrays her true feelings. Yn is present, but only in body, not in spirit. She moves through these outings as if they are obligations to be fulfilled, rather than moments to be cherished.

Ari, for all his efforts, cannot ignore what’s happening. He sees that Yn doesn’t accept his love; she has simply resigned herself to it. She complies with everything he asks, but there’s no joy, no enthusiasm, no love in her actions. Her compliance feels hollow, and it’s driving him mad. Ari hates seeing Yn like this—detached, unresponsive, as if she’s merely existing rather than living.

He’s come to realize that her acquiescence isn’t a sign of acceptance or love, but rather a surrender to a situation she doesn’t know how to escape from. She’s given up fighting against his overwhelming presence in her life, but that doesn’t mean she’s accepted him in the way he so desperately wants.

This realization gnaws at Ari. He hates that his love, which he has tried to express in every possible way, has pushed Yn into this state of resignation. He wanted to take care of her, to make her life easier, to shower her with affection, but instead, it seems he’s taken away her will, her spark. The woman whose voice once captivated him, whose spirit he fell in love with, now feels like a ghost of herself.

Ari begins to see that his efforts, his constant acts of service, and his overwhelming presence in her life have done more harm than good. He hates that he’s the reason she’s lost her light, that his love has become a burden to her rather than a source of joy. But he doesn’t know how to fix it, how to bring back the Yn he fell in love with. The more he tries to make things right, the more he fears he’s losing her completely.

Yn’s compliance, her resignation, is a silent protest against the life she feels trapped in. Ari is starting to understand that unless he changes something, unless he gives her the space and freedom to find herself again, he’ll never have the love he so desperately craves from her. And that thought terrifies him more than anything else.

The tension between Yn and Ari had been building for weeks, an unspoken conflict simmering beneath the surface of every interaction. Ari could feel it—the distance between them growing wider with each passing day, despite the fact that Yn was always by his side, doing everything he asked without complaint. Her compliance, once something he mistook for affection or even acceptance, now felt like a heavy burden on his heart.

One evening, after another dinner where Yn had politely eaten her meal in silence, Ari couldn’t take it any longer. The weight of her distant gaze, her robotic responses, and her lifeless demeanor pressed down on him like a vice. As they sat in the quiet of her apartment, with the only light coming from a dim lamp in the corner, he finally broke the silence.

“Yn,” he began, his voice unusually soft, almost hesitant, “What do I have to do to get your love?”

Yn looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time in what felt like ages. There was a sadness in her eyes, but also a resigned clarity. She took a deep breath, her words slow and deliberate as she answered him, her voice carrying the weight of all the unspoken thoughts she had held inside for so long.

“Find another doll to play with,” she said, her tone even, though there was a faint tremor in her voice that hinted at the pain beneath her calm facade.

Ari’s heart clenched at her words, and he shook his head, moving closer to her, his large frame towering over her as he reached out to gently touch her hand. “You’re not my plaything, Yn,” he said earnestly, his blue eyes searching hers for any sign of hope, any flicker of emotion that might show she still cared. “I love you.”

Yn pulled her hand away from his touch, her movement slow but deliberate, as if every inch of space she created between them was an act of self-preservation. She looked at him, her gaze unwavering, and there was a fire in her eyes now—one that Ari hadn’t seen in a long time. It was a mix of defiance and frustration, a small piece of the Yn he had fallen in love with still fighting beneath the surface.

“This is not love, Ari,” she said, her voice stronger now, carrying the conviction of her long-suppressed feelings. “This is ownership.”

Her words hit Ari like a punch to the gut, leaving him momentarily speechless. He watched as she stood up, her back straight, her chin held high. The fragile, compliant Yn he had become accustomed to was gone, replaced by the woman who had once enchanted him with her strength and independence.

“You own me,” Yn continued, her voice calm but filled with a quiet fury. “You’ve taken over every aspect of my life, leaving me with no room to breathe, no space to be myself. I’ve done everything you’ve asked, not because I love you, but because I’ve accepted that this is my life now. I’ll do whatever it is that you want, Ari, but don’t mistake my compliance for love.”

Ari’s chest tightened as she spoke, the truth of her words sinking in like a cold, hard stone in the pit of his stomach. He had never intended for his love to become a cage for her, but now he saw that in his desperation to keep her close, he had done exactly that.

“I’ll do whatever it is that you want,” Yn repeated, her voice quieter now, laced with a sadness that cut through him. “Until you finally get bored of me and leave me to my freedom.”

Ari couldn’t stand the thought of her believing that he would ever grow tired of her, that he would ever leave her. He moved towards her, closing the distance between them, his large hands cupping her face gently, forcing her to look up at him. His expression was a mix of determination and raw emotion, his blue eyes intense as they bore into hers.

“I’ll win your heart, Yn,” he said, his voice low but filled with a dangerous certainty. “By hook or by crook.”

Before she could respond, Ari leaned down and captured her lips in a brief, firm kiss. It wasn’t the passionate kiss of a lover or the tender kiss of someone trying to woo; it was a statement, a promise. As he pulled back, he gave her a small, almost mischievous wink, as if he were challenging her, daring her to resist him.

Yn stood still, her heart pounding in her chest, as she watched him pull away. There was a part of her that wanted to believe in the sincerity of his words, in the depth of his love, but the larger part of her was too tired, too broken by the overwhelming presence he had imposed on her life. She wanted to believe that he could change, that his love could become something more than ownership, but the doubt lingered, heavy and unshakable.

Ari knew that he hadn’t won her over with his words, but he didn’t expect to. He wasn’t naive enough to think that one conversation could undo all the damage he had done. But he was nothing if not determined, and now, more than ever, he was resolved to prove to Yn that his love was real, that it wasn’t just about possession or control.

As Yn watched him leave that night, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She knew Ari wouldn’t give up easily—he was stubborn, relentless even—but she also knew that her heart wasn’t something that could be won by force or persistence. It would take more than just words and gestures to break down the walls she had built around herself. It would take true change, something Ari had never shown before.

As the door closed behind him, Yn sat back down, staring at the space where Ari had just been. She was exhausted, emotionally drained by the confrontation, but there was a flicker of something in her heart—a small, fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But for now, she was determined to keep that hope buried deep within her, not willing to let it take root until Ari showed her, through actions and not just words, that he could truly love her the way she needed to be loved.

Ari had forced Yn to move in with him, and, as with everything else, she complied without protest. The mansion he brought her to was vast, sprawling over acres of land, a testament to his wealth and power. It was the kind of place that seemed to belong to another world, with its towering marble columns, meticulously landscaped gardens, and an infinity pool that stretched out towards the horizon. The mansion was as big as her entire multifloor apartment building, and it overwhelmed her in ways she couldn't fully articulate.

Yn's new life inside Ari's mansion was one of unparalleled comfort, at least on the surface. Ari had ensured that she had everything she could possibly want—her own private suite, complete with a bedroom that could rival those in the finest hotels, a lavish en-suite bathroom with a deep soaking tub, and a walk-in closet filled with designer clothes that she didn’t even have to pick out herself. Every morning, she awoke to the sight of sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the lush grounds, the warmth of the rays almost mocking the coldness she felt inside.

Her suite was a sanctuary of luxury, designed with her in mind, or at least Ari's perception of what she would want. The walls were adorned with soft, muted tones, the furniture elegant yet comfortable, and the bed—large enough to get lost in—was always made with the finest linens. Ari had spared no expense in making sure she had every comfort imaginable, right down to the smallest details. Fresh flowers were delivered daily, their scent filling the room, and a staff of servants was always on hand to cater to her every need.

Yet, for all the opulence, Yn felt like a prisoner. She had her own room, separate from Ari’s, which he had insisted on despite his desire to be close to her. It was a gesture that was supposed to make her feel more at ease, to give her space, but it only served to highlight the fact that this was not her home—it was Ari's domain, and she was simply an occupant, a guest who had been forced to stay.

Every inch of the mansion reminded her of the control Ari had over her life. The sprawling estate was surrounded by high walls and state-of-the-art security systems, making it nearly impossible for her to leave without his permission. Even within the mansion, she felt confined. There were no locks on the doors, no way to secure her private space, a subtle reminder that, despite the luxury, she was still under his watchful eye.

Ari made sure she had everything she could ever want, but the truth was, the one thing she craved—freedom—was the one thing she couldn’t have. The mansion was beautiful, yes, but it was also a gilded cage, and she was the bird trapped inside. She wandered through the grand halls, her footsteps echoing against the marble floors, feeling more alone than she ever had in her small apartment.

Sometimes, Yn would stand on the balcony of her suite, looking out over the estate, the city skyline visible in the distance. The view was stunning, the gardens below perfectly manicured, the pool shimmering under the sun. But all she could think about was how far away everything felt—her old life, her independence, her sense of self. The distance between her and the world outside felt insurmountable, as if Ari had placed her on an island, cut off from everything that once made her who she was.

Ari, for his part, believed he was giving Yn the world. He was proud of the life he had built for her, of the comfort and luxury he provided. He thought that by surrounding her with beauty and indulgence, she would eventually come to see how much he loved her, how much he cared. He would often tell her how lucky she was, how any woman would envy her life, how he was doing everything he could to make her happy.

But Yn didn’t feel lucky. She felt stifled, her identity slowly eroding under the weight of Ari’s constant presence and his overwhelming need to control every aspect of her life. The mansion, with all its grandeur, felt like a mockery of the simplicity and freedom she had once cherished. Every day, as she moved through the luxurious space, she was reminded of the fact that she was living someone else's dream, not her own.

The mansion was beautiful, but it wasn’t home. Home had been her small, cozy apartment, where she had the freedom to come and go as she pleased, where she could sing in the shower without fear of being overheard, where her life was her own. Now, that life seemed like a distant memory, replaced by a reality that was as foreign to her as the mansion's endless hallways and ornate rooms.

Yn complied with everything Ari asked of her, but it was compliance born of resignation, not affection. She lived in the mansion because he wanted her there, not because she wanted to be. She wore the clothes he provided, ate the food prepared by his chefs, and used the amenities he insisted on, but none of it brought her joy. It was all just a reminder of how far she had been pushed from the life she once knew.

As the days passed, Yn found herself withdrawing more and more, retreating into the safety of her room whenever she could. She rarely ventured into the other parts of the mansion unless Ari asked her to, avoiding the spaces that felt more like his territory than her own. The mansion might have been filled with every comfort she could imagine, but the one comfort she truly needed—her freedom—was the one thing she couldn’t have.

Ari and Yn had developed a routine that, on the surface, seemed idyllic and harmonious, though it was layered with unspoken tensions. Every morning, Ari would wake up early and begin his day with a rigorous workout in his private gym. Yn, still adjusting to her new surroundings, would use this time to enjoy the peace and solitude of her suite. By the time Ari was finishing his exercise, Yn would emerge for breakfast.

Their mornings started with a lavish breakfast in the grand dining room. A spread of gourmet dishes—freshly baked pastries, exotic fruits, and perfectly brewed coffee—was always prepared for them. Ari would sit at the head of the table, watching as Yn took her place across from him. Conversation was polite but minimal, with Ari often trying to engage her in discussions about her day or any upcoming plans. Yn would respond courteously but with a distance that Ari couldn’t ignore.

After breakfast, Ari would head to his study or business meetings, leaving Yn to her own devices. This was when Yn would usually take her long solo walks around the mansion’s expansive grounds. Ari had noticed this ritual and, while he didn’t fully understand it, he respected her need for solitude, even though it pained him to see her so detached.

Yn’s walks were a cherished part of her day. She would venture out, dressed comfortably in casual attire, and immerse herself in the vastness of the estate. The grounds were meticulously maintained, with winding paths that led through manicured gardens, past serene fountains, and around the edges of the property where tall trees created a natural barrier against the outside world. Yn would stroll along these paths for hours, finding solace in the beauty and solitude of her surroundings.

During these walks, Yn was free from the constraints of Ari’s constant presence. The gardens, with their vibrant colors and fragrant blooms, provided a stark contrast to the sterile luxury of the mansion’s interiors. The vast expanse of the property allowed her to be alone with her thoughts, away from the suffocating feeling of being under constant surveillance. The rhythmic sound of her footsteps on the gravel paths and the rustling of leaves in the breeze were her only companions, offering a fleeting sense of freedom.

Ari, while somewhat perplexed by her need for these walks, had come to accept them as a part of her routine. He understood that this was one of the few times when Yn could truly be herself, away from his watchful eyes. He had even taken to arranging for her walks to be uninterrupted, ensuring that her time alone was respected.

Despite his understanding, Ari couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that accompanied his observations. He saw how these walks were not just a form of exercise or relaxation for Yn, but a manifestation of her longing for independence and escape. Each time she returned from her walk, there was a subtle change in her demeanor—a softening of her expression, a temporary relief from the burdens she carried. But it was always short-lived, as the reality of her situation awaited her back within the walls of the mansion.

Ari’s routine, filled with his own responsibilities and activities, continued as usual. However, he often found himself thinking about Yn’s solitary walks, reflecting on the distance they had created between them. It was a bittersweet routine—a reminder of his love for her and his frustration at not being able to truly connect with her.

Yn’s walks became a symbol of her inner struggle, a quiet rebellion against the life she found herself trapped in. They were moments of freedom within an otherwise controlled existence, where she could momentarily escape the constraints of Ari’s love and remember a time when she had the autonomy to choose her own path.

Ari, observing Yn's attachment to her solitary walks, decided to take a new approach. He wanted to show her that he respected her need for personal space but also make an effort to be a part of her life in a way that was less invasive, though still present. After some consideration, he resolved to join her during these walks, but with a deliberate choice to maintain silence, allowing her the solitude she sought without disrupting her sense of freedom.

One crisp, sunny afternoon, as Yn prepared for her routine walk, she stepped out into the expansive gardens, her usual calm demeanor giving way to a quiet determination. The vast grounds were as serene as ever, the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds creating a peaceful backdrop for her escape. She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, and began her walk along the winding paths.

As she made her way down one of the familiar trails, she noticed a figure moving alongside her. Startled, she glanced to her left and saw Ari walking beside her, his stride steady and his expression contemplative. His presence was a surprise, and for a moment, she halted, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and irritation.

Ari, however, did not say a word. He simply continued walking, his eyes fixed ahead, matching her pace. He wore a casual outfit, blending in with the surroundings, but his imposing stature and the quiet intensity of his gaze were unmistakable. He had decided that his presence would be unobtrusive, allowing Yn to maintain the tranquility of her walk while subtly showing that he was there for her, not just observing from afar.

Yn resumed her walk, trying to ignore the intrusion. The silence between them was almost palpable, a space filled with the unspoken words and unresolved emotions that had been building up over time. Despite the quiet, the fact that Ari was walking alongside her was a clear statement of his intent. He wanted to be a part of her life, to share in her moments of solitude without overwhelming her with conversation or demands.

As they walked in silence, Yn found herself struggling with the awkwardness of the situation. The routine of her walks, once a personal refuge, now felt altered by Ari’s silent companionship. She tried to focus on the beauty of the gardens, the vibrant colors of the flowers, and the calming effect of the natural surroundings, but the awareness of Ari’s presence was an ever-present reminder of the complexities of their relationship.

For Ari, the silent walk was both a gesture of respect and a test of patience. He wanted Yn to see that he was willing to adapt, to share in her moments of peace without imposing his own expectations. The quiet companionship was meant to bridge the gap between them, to offer a subtle form of connection that did not involve forcing her into conversations or activities she was uncomfortable with.

The walks continued in this manner for several days. Each time, Yn would start her journey alone, only to find Ari appearing beside her as she ventured into the gardens. The silence between them became a shared experience, a tacit agreement that allowed Yn to maintain her sense of freedom while still acknowledging Ari’s presence.

Over time, Yn began to accept the silent company with a degree of resignation. While she still longed for the complete solitude she once enjoyed, she also recognized the effort Ari was making. The walks, once a time of solitary reflection, now became a moment of quiet coexistence. She would glance occasionally at Ari, noting the way he respected her space despite his constant proximity.

For Ari, the silent walks were a small victory, a way to be close to Yn without overwhelming her. He hoped that by simply being there, in silence, he might gradually break through the barriers she had erected, showing her that his love was not just about possession but about a genuine desire to be part of her life in any way he could. The routine became a symbol of his persistence and patience, a quiet testament to his commitment to winning her heart.

As the days turned into weeks, Yn gradually came to appreciate Ari’s silent companionship during her walks. At first, she had been taken aback by his sudden presence, the intrusion into her cherished routine a jarring change. However, as time went on, she began to recognize the thoughtful nature behind his actions.

Ari maintained his respectful distance during these walks, his presence marked by a quiet, non-intrusive demeanor. He did not initiate conversations or try to fill the silence with idle chatter. Instead, he walked beside her with a calm and steady pace, his focus forward, allowing Yn to immerse herself in the serenity of her surroundings.

The silence between them, once a source of discomfort, began to transform into something she could value. Yn realized that Ari was not trying to control her or intrude on her space; rather, he was offering her the space she needed while still being close enough to show his support and care. His willingness to simply be there, without demanding anything from her, allowed her to experience a sense of calm and acceptance she hadn’t anticipated.

She noticed the subtle changes in her own feelings during these walks. The presence of Ari, while still an ever-present reminder of their complex relationship, had become a more tolerable aspect of her daily routine. The quietude of the garden paths, combined with Ari’s unobtrusive company, created a space where she could reflect without feeling overwhelmed.

During these moments, Yn would often find herself lost in thought, her mind drifting through memories and contemplations about her life and the changes it had undergone. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of nature became more pronounced, and Ari’s steady, unspoken support provided a comforting backdrop to her internal musings.

Ari’s respectful silence began to speak volumes to Yn. She appreciated the way he managed to share these moments with her without making demands or imposing his own needs. His understanding of her need for solitude, paired with his silent presence, slowly softened her perception of him. It was clear that he had made an effort to adapt to her preferences, and that effort, though small, was not lost on her.

In her moments of quiet reflection, Yn started to see Ari’s actions in a new light. The walks, once a symbol of his control, began to represent a more nuanced form of affection—a silent commitment to being a part of her life while respecting her personal boundaries. She could see that he was genuinely trying to connect with her on her terms, and this realization fostered a sense of grudging respect.

Although Yn still grappled with her feelings about Ari, the silent walks allowed her to process her emotions in a way she hadn’t before. They became a time of introspection and, gradually, a space where she could acknowledge the complexity of her situation with greater clarity.

The routine of their walks continued, and with each passing day, Yn found herself more at ease with Ari’s presence. The silence that once felt like a barrier now became a bridge, connecting them in a way that was both unobtrusive and profoundly respectful. Through this subtle gesture, Ari demonstrated his understanding of her need for space while still remaining a part of her life—a gesture that, while not entirely winning her heart, was slowly earning him a place in it.

One afternoon, Ari was deeply engrossed in an important phone conversation in his study. He was so absorbed in the discussion that he lost track of time. When he finally ended the call, he glanced at his watch and realized he was running late for their usual walk. He quickly made his way downstairs, hoping he hadn’t missed Yn completely.

As he descended the grand staircase and approached the entrance to the gardens, he was pleasantly surprised to see Yn already standing by the doorway, waiting for him. It was nearly fifteen minutes past their usual walk time, and her patience struck Ari as a positive sign. He hadn’t expected her to wait for him, given her previous need for solitude and her tendency to start her walks alone.

Ari’s heart lifted as he approached her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He wanted to show her how much her presence meant to him, so he kept his expression open and friendly. As he reached her side, Yn turned her gaze toward him, and her eyes met his with a mix of mild annoyance and something else that Ari couldn't quite place.

"You are late," Yn said, her voice calm but carrying a note of reproach. Before Ari could respond, she turned and started walking, her pace steady and purposeful.

Ari’s smile widened as he matched her stride, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. The fact that Yn had waited for him, even if just a few minutes, was a significant step in his mind. Her gentle reprimand for being late was a small yet meaningful acknowledgment of his presence. To Ari, it felt like a breakthrough—a sign that she was beginning to consider him a more integral part of her routine.

The walk began in the familiar, comfortable silence that had come to define their time together. Ari remained close beside her, savoring the quiet companionship. As they moved along the winding paths, Ari took pleasure in the subtle shifts in Yn’s demeanor. The fact that she had waited for him and engaged with him, however briefly, felt like a sign of progress.

In his mind, Ari replayed the moment Yn had spoken to him. Her words, though simple, were a reminder that she was noticing him more and becoming accustomed to his presence. This realization brought him a sense of contentment and hope. Each small gesture from Yn, each moment of acknowledgment, was a step toward the connection he so deeply desired.

As they continued their walk, Ari kept his attention focused on Yn, enjoying the quiet presence she offered and feeling encouraged by the small signs of progress. He was determined to keep earning her trust and affection, one patient step at a time.

As Ari and Yn settled into their usual dinner routine, the ambiance was serene. The grand dining room, with its elegant setting and soft lighting, was a backdrop for the evening's meal. Ari typically took the lead in their conversations, asking questions and steering the dialogue while Yn responded with brief, courteous answers. This pattern had become a comforting rhythm for both of them, marking their time together with a predictable routine.

However, this evening was different. As they began their meal, Yn broke from the usual dynamic. With a calm and composed demeanor, she looked at Ari and asked, “Why were you late for our walk today?”

The use of the word "our" in Yn’s question caught Ari’s attention immediately. It was a subtle but significant shift. In their previous conversations, Yn had always referred to their activities with a sense of distance, speaking of them as "my walk" or "your routine." But now, her choice of words suggested a degree of shared experience and ownership that Ari had not previously sensed.

This small change was like a glimmer of light breaking through a cloudy sky. Ari felt a surge of joy and hope as he realized that Yn was beginning to see their time together as something mutual, something that involved both of them in a more personal way. The fact that she had initiated the conversation, and had done so with a question that implied concern and interest, was a meaningful development in their relationship.

Ari's heart swelled with a mix of satisfaction and excitement. Her question indicated that she was engaged enough to notice his absence and care enough to inquire about it. It was a sign that she was starting to open up, to recognize him not just as a companion but as a significant part of her life. The shift from passive responses to active inquiries was a milestone that Ari had been patiently working towards.

As he processed Yn’s question, Ari felt a deep sense of accomplishment and hope. Her willingness to speak up, combined with the subtle indication of their growing connection, reassured him that his efforts were not in vain. He had been striving to build a bridge between them, and this evening felt like a solid step forward. The warmth in his chest was a blend of pride and anticipation, knowing that each small breakthrough like this one brought him closer to the bond he longed to share with Yn.

As Ari and Yn continued their dinner, Ari turned to her with a sincere expression. “I’m sorry for being late today, sweetheart,” he said, his voice carrying a tone of genuine regret. “It won’t happen again.”

Ari's apology hung in the air between them as they continued their dinner, and Yn’s polite nod was a quiet acknowledgment of his words. He understood that the journey to her heart would not be paved with grand gestures or opulent displays. Instead, it was becoming increasingly clear that Yn valued the subtler aspects of life—thoughtful actions, sincere gestures, and genuine connections.

As he sat across from her, the realization struck him deeply. For all his life as a mobster, he had been immersed in a world of excess and grandiosity. He had surrounded himself with material wealth, luxury, and power, but these were not the keys to Yn’s heart. What she cherished were the small, meaningful gestures—the moments of attentiveness, the quiet companionship, and the consideration of her feelings.

Ari reflected on how his own rough exterior and the harsh realities of his world had often overshadowed these simpler values. He had focused so much on controlling and providing for Yn through material means that he had overlooked what truly mattered to her. The little things—the sincere apology, the patience to join her in silence, the respect for her personal space—were the elements that resonated with her.

In his quiet contemplation, Ari felt a shift within himself. He recognized that winning Yn's heart would require a departure from his usual ways. It would mean embracing the smaller, more intimate aspects of their interactions—the ones that had always been overshadowed by his larger-than-life persona. It was about valuing the moments of genuine connection over the grand gestures.

This understanding was both humbling and enlightening for Ari. He realized that to truly connect with Yn, he needed to engage in the kind of heartfelt simplicity that she found valuable. This meant not only recognizing but embracing the small, meaningful actions that could forge a deeper bond between them. In doing so, Ari hoped to bridge the gap between their worlds and reach the part of Yn’s heart that had remained elusive.

As he looked at Yn, a newfound resolve took root in him. He was determined to show her that he could appreciate and embody the values she held dear, even if it meant stepping outside his comfort zone. It was a path that promised a different kind of richness—one built on understanding, respect, and the beauty of life's simpler pleasures.

The routine between Ari and Yn continued, marked by his unwavering insistence on kissing her anytime and anywhere, leaving her breathless and caught off guard. Despite this, Yn had started to appreciate the affection, even if it came with a sense of surprise and inevitability.

One evening, as Ari arrived home, he was met with an unexpected sight: the kitchen was empty, and there was no food prepared. The absence of the usual aroma of a freshly cooked meal prompted him to announce, “I’m ordering takeout.”

However, Yn, who had been quietly observing the situation, decided to step in. “There’s no need for takeout,” she said calmly, her voice firm but gentle. “I’m capable of cooking a simple meal for us.”

Without waiting for a response, she got up from her seat and walked toward the kitchen. Ari watched with a mixture of surprise and admiration as Yn put on an apron. The sight of her taking charge in the kitchen was a stark contrast to the usual routine, but it was a welcome change.

Ari’s initial reaction was one of curiosity and respect. He had grown accustomed to relying on the services provided for him and had not expected Yn to take this initiative. Her willingness to cook, despite the kitchen being less than fully equipped, was a testament to her independence and capability.

As Yn moved around the kitchen, Ari felt a deep sense of appreciation. Her gesture was not just about preparing a meal; it was a sign of her engagement and willingness to contribute to their shared life in a meaningful way. It was a small act of normalcy and self-sufficiency that spoke volumes to Ari.

He stood by, observing her as she worked with a calm efficiency. The smell of food starting to waft through the air added a comforting touch to the evening. Ari realized that this moment, though simple, was significant. It was a demonstration of Yn’s desire to be involved and contribute, and it resonated with the values he had come to understand were important to her.

Ari’s heart swelled with appreciation as he saw Yn handling the situation with grace and competence. He was reminded that, beyond the grand gestures and material displays, it was these everyday acts of care and cooperation that formed the core of their growing connection.

“I can help,” Ari offered, stepping closer to the kitchen counter. He looked at Yn, who had handed him a bowl of fresh vegetables. “Here, chop these.”

Yn handed him a mix of bell peppers, onions, and zucchini. As Ari began to chop, he found himself appreciating the simplicity of the task and the shared experience. Yn worked alongside him, adding spices and mixing ingredients with practiced ease.

In about fifteen minutes, their efforts resulted in a fragrant, home-cooked meal: a hearty vegetable stir-fry served over fluffy jasmine rice. The dish was colorful and appetizing, a testament to Yn’s skill and the teamwork that had gone into preparing it.

Yn served the meal with a warm smile, and they settled down to eat at the dining table. The meal was modest but satisfying, and as they enjoyed the food, the atmosphere was filled with a newfound sense of camaraderie. Ari relished the opportunity to share this moment with Yn, appreciating the blend of flavors and the effort they had both put into making the evening special.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” Yn said as she served the vegetable stir-fry.

“Liking?” Ari echoed, his eyes twinkling with genuine delight. “This beats Michelin star restaurants,” he added, a broad smile spreading across his face. Without waiting for a response, he pulled her in for another kiss.

Yn had grown accustomed to Ari’s frequent kisses, often accepting them with a resigned air. But tonight, as she felt his lips against hers, she noticed the sincerity in his touch. There was a warmth and intensity behind his kiss that spoke of deep affection and admiration. It wasn’t just an automatic gesture; it was a genuine expression of his feelings.

For the first time, Yn paid close attention to the way Ari kissed her, realizing that each kiss was imbued with his earnest emotions. His kisses weren’t merely habitual; they carried a depth of meaning that made her feel truly valued. This realization marked a shift in her perception, making her more aware of the sincerity behind his actions.

As Yn sat back down after the kiss, her mind began to wander. She found herself pondering a question that had been lingering at the edges of her thoughts: What would she have done instead? If she hadn't ended up in this complex situation with Ari, what would her life look like? The more she searched for answers, the more elusive they seemed to be.

She had been on dates before, but those experiences left a bitter taste. She recalled the many times she'd been stood up, left in the middle of a date without explanation, or dismissed as too plain by men who were shallow and self-absorbed. Each of those encounters had chipped away at her confidence, reinforcing the idea that perhaps love wasn't something she was meant to experience fully.

But then there was Ari—someone who looked at her as if she hung the moon. His gaze was always filled with admiration, his actions driven by a desire to care for her, even if his methods were far from conventional. He wasn’t just another guy trying to impress her; he was deeply invested in her, making it clear through his actions that she meant the world to him.

Ari’s ways had been unconventional, certainly. His domineering nature, his insistence on having her close, and his intimidating presence were things she had struggled with. But in the midst of it all, he hadn’t been cruel. He hadn’t been a jackass like the others. Instead, he had been protective, attentive, and oddly gentle in his own way.

She couldn’t deny that Ari was an imposing figure, his physique alone enough to intimidate anyone. But that strength, which could easily have been used to harm or control, had instead been channeled into keeping her safe and providing for her. His intentions were clear—he wanted her in his life, and he was determined to show her that she was worth everything to him.

As these thoughts swirled in Yn’s mind, she began to rethink everything. Perhaps Ari wasn’t the villain she had initially thought him to be. Maybe, just maybe, there was something deeper at play—something worth exploring beyond the surface of their complicated relationship.

As Yn sat in the quiet of the evening, the warmth of the simple meal they had shared still lingering, a new thought crept into her mind. When did I become so bitter? she wondered. The question startled her with its bluntness. She realized that her initial resistance to Ari hadn’t just been about him—it was about her own unresolved feelings, the bitterness that had built up over years of disappointments, failed relationships, and the constant feeling of not being enough.

Am I just taking out my resentment towards my own life on Ari? she asked herself, the thought heavy with truth. It was easier, she realized, to see Ari as the source of her discomfort, to blame him for the way her life had taken an unexpected turn. But as she reflected on his actions—the way he cared for her, provided for her, and sought to make her happy—she began to see things differently. His methods may have been unorthodox, but his intentions had always been clear and genuine.

Yn decided then and there that, while she might not be able to love him just yet, she could at least stop fighting him at every turn. It wasn’t fair to punish him for her own unresolved issues, nor was it right to treat him as the enemy when all he had ever wanted was to be close to her. At least as a good human being, she thought, I can try not to antagonize him.

She resolved to be more mindful of her actions, to approach their relationship with a sense of fairness and openness, even if her heart wasn’t fully in it yet. Ari deserved that much, and perhaps in doing so, she could find a way to heal her own wounds as well.

----

The evening sun cast a golden hue over the vast backyard of Ari’s mansion, its rays stretching across the meticulously maintained lawn. The estate was grand, with sprawling gardens, a shimmering pool, and at the far end, a pristine tennis court that was currently the focal point of everyone’s attention. The tension in the air was palpable as Ari, Steve, and Bucky sat on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the intense match unfolding before them.

The court was buzzing with energy, and it wasn’t just the usual competitive spirit. This match held much more weight than a simple game of tennis—it was a high-stakes bet, with two million dollars on the line. Natasha, fiercely competitive and known for her athletic prowess, was representing Ari and his crew. On the opposite side of the net stood Pamela, the fiancée of their rival, John Walker. Both women were powerful players in their own right, and the match had been neck and neck from the start.

Ari’s jaw was set in a tight line as he watched the game. His usual composed demeanor was replaced by a rare display of anxiety. Steve and Bucky, seated beside him, exchanged glances of concern. They knew what this match represented—not just a financial gamble, but a test of pride and dominance between their group and Walker’s.

On the sidelines, John Walker stood with his arms crossed, his expression smug. He had full confidence in Pamela, and why wouldn’t he? She was a formidable opponent, and as the match wore on, it became increasingly clear that Natasha was struggling to keep up. Each powerful swing from Pamela was met with a slightly slower response from Natasha, and the gap between them began to widen.

Yn, sitting a bit apart from the tense huddle of men, watched the match with a calmness that contrasted sharply with the atmosphere around her. She wasn’t as invested in the outcome as the others, at least not in the same way. For her, this was more of an observation—a chance to understand the dynamics that played out in Ari’s world. But even she could feel the stakes rising with every point won or lost.

Natasha wiped the sweat from her brow, her face a mask of concentration, but Yn could see the strain in her movements. Pamela, on the other hand, seemed to be gaining momentum, her confidence growing with each successful shot. The crowd that had gathered around the court—a mix of friends, allies, and onlookers—murmured in anticipation, sensing that the match was tipping in Walker’s favor.

Ari clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. His mind raced with thoughts—strategies, possible outcomes, and the ramifications of a loss. This wasn’t just about the money; it was about reputation, respect, and the power balance between him and Walker. Losing wasn’t an option, but as he watched Natasha falter, doubt began to creep in.

Steve leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as Natasha missed another critical shot. “Come on, Nat,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with urgency. Bucky, normally the calmest among them, was fidgeting in his seat, clearly on edge.

Yn glanced over at Ari, noticing the tension in his posture, the way his gaze never left the court. She had seen him in many different states—calm, angry, even affectionate—but this was different. He was deeply invested in this, and it made her realize just how much this match meant to him. For a moment, she wondered if there was anything she could do to ease his mind, but the gravity of the situation seemed to demand that she simply observe.

The game was in its final stages now. Natasha was giving it her all, but Pamela was relentless. With a powerful serve, Pamela won another point, bringing her closer to victory. Ari’s heart sank as he saw the score, and even Yn felt a pang of concern. Natasha was a fighter, but it was clear that the odds were stacked against her.

John Walker smirked from across the court, sensing victory. He exchanged a look with Pamela, who responded with a confident nod. Ari’s grip tightened around the armrest of his chair, his frustration barely contained. Losing this match would be a blow, not just financially, but to everything he had built.

Yn’s gaze shifted back to the court, her mind racing. This wasn’t just a game—it was a battle of wills, of strength and strategy. She could feel the intensity of it all, and for the first time, she understood the depth of the stakes. As the final moments of the match played out, everyone held their breath, waiting to see who would emerge victorious.

As the tension in the air thickened, Natasha stepped off the court, sweat glistening on her forehead. She grabbed a towel and wiped her face, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her, waiting for her next move. Just as she was about to say something, John Walker’s voice cut through the silence.

“Double or nothing, Ari,” John sneered, his eyes gleaming with confidence. “Wanna go another round?”

The challenge hung in the air, and Natasha hesitated for a moment. She looked at Ari, her expression serious. “I might not win, Ari,” she admitted quietly. “Pamela’s very good. She’s got a solid serve, and she’s quicker than I expected.”

Ari’s jaw tightened, his mind racing. Natasha was his best player, but even she was struggling. He knew the stakes were high, and the thought of losing double the money made his blood boil. But before he could respond, a soft voice broke the tension.

“I can play her if you allow,” Yn said quietly.

Everyone turned to look at her. Ari’s eyes widened in surprise as he processed her words. He had never seen Yn play tennis, let alone heard her mention it before.

“You play tennis?” he asked, astonished.

“Yes, I used to,” Yn replied, her voice steady but low.

Ari looked at her, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. He had seen many sides of Yn, but this was new. There was a quiet confidence in her stance, a resolve he hadn’t noticed before. He was intrigued and a bit skeptical, but before he could ask more, Yn continued.

“I’ve been watching Pamela,” she said, her gaze shifting to the court where Pamela stood, awaiting the next round. “She has a strong serve, but she tends to favor her backhand too much, especially when she’s under pressure. It’s her weaker side. And when she goes for those deep shots, she often overextends, leaving her forehand side vulnerable. If I can keep her running and force her to rely on that backhand, I think I can exploit those weaknesses.”

Ari’s eyes narrowed as he listened. Yn’s analysis was sharp, and it was clear she knew the game well. He hadn’t expected this from her—she had always been so reserved, so compliant. But now, there was a fire in her eyes, a spark of determination he couldn’t ignore.

“I think I can play her easily,” Yn added, her voice filled with quiet conviction.

Ari studied her for a moment, weighing his options. He trusted Natasha, but Natasha herself had admitted that winning was uncertain. Here was Yn, who had suddenly revealed a hidden talent, offering a chance at victory when things looked bleak.

He took a deep breath, his decision made. He nodded slowly, his voice steady as he spoke. “Alright, Yn. You’re up.”

John Walker’s smirk faltered slightly as he heard this, clearly not expecting the quiet, unassuming woman to step forward. Natasha handed Yn the racket, giving her a supportive nod before stepping aside.

As Yn moved toward the court, Ari’s eyes followed her, still processing the unexpected turn of events. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of hope and curiosity. This wasn’t just about winning or losing anymore—it was about discovering a new side of Yn, one he hadn’t seen before.

And as she took her position on the court, ready to face Pamela, he realized that this match had suddenly become far more personal.

The match between Pamela and Yn was unlike anything the court had seen that day. The air crackled with tension, and the crowd fell into a hushed silence as Yn stepped onto the court, her expression calm but focused. She adjusted her grip on the racket, her eyes locking onto Pamela’s. On the sidelines, Ari watched intently, his heart pounding in his chest.

Pamela served first, and it was powerful—just as Yn had predicted. But Yn was ready. She moved swiftly, her body a fluid motion as she returned the serve with a sharp, precise stroke. The ball zipped across the net, catching Pamela off guard. Pamela scrambled to her backhand, just as Yn had anticipated, and returned the ball weakly. Yn seized the opportunity, sending the ball to the opposite corner with a blistering forehand. Pamela lunged, but it was too late. The ball skidded past her, landing just inside the line.

“Fifteen-love,” the umpire announced, and Ari’s heart leaped. Yn had taken the first point with ease, and it sent a ripple of excitement through the spectators.

The next few points were hard-fought, with Pamela determined to hold her ground. She fired off a series of aggressive shots, pushing Yn to the edges of the court. But Yn was unyielding. She met each challenge with a calm, calculated response, forcing Pamela to rely more and more on her weaker backhand. The rallies were long and grueling, each one testing the limits of both players. But with each shot, Yn seemed to grow stronger, more confident.

Ari couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every move she made was deliberate, precise, and it was clear that she was reading Pamela’s game like an open book. It was almost as if she had stepped into a different world—one where nothing existed but her, the racket, and the ball. He had never seen her like this before, so in control, so powerful. And with every point she won, his admiration for her deepened.

As the score climbed, the tension mounted. The match was tied, each player fighting tooth and nail for every point. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, their eyes darting back and forth as the ball flew across the court. Ari could feel the nervous energy around him, but he was only focused on Yn. She was no longer the quiet, compliant woman he had grown accustomed to. Here, on the court, she was something else entirely—a force of nature.

During the match, Yn felt a surge of determination and focus, her mind sharpening with every serve and volley. The court was her sanctuary, where she could channel her past struggles into the present fight. Despite the intense pressure and stakes, she found a quiet strength within herself, allowing her skills and instincts to guide her.

Pamela, frustrated by Yn’s prowess, attempted to provoke her with taunts and trash talk. “You really think you can beat me? I’ve played at higher levels than you could ever imagine,” Pamela sneered. “What are you even doing here? Just a little mouse trying to play with the big cats.”

Yn, however, remained unflinchingly calm, refusing to respond to the provocations. Her silence was powerful, her focus unwavering as she continued to play with precision and grace. Ari, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of anger at Pamela's attempts to belittle Yn. Yet, he soon realized that Yn’s quiet demeanor spoke volumes. Her refusal to engage in the trash talk only highlighted her strength and dignity, making Pamela’s efforts seem petty in comparison. This realization only deepened Ari's admiration for Yn, seeing her inner strength and resilience shine through despite the adversity.

Finally, it came down to the last set. The score was neck and neck, and the pressure was palpable. Ari’s hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the final rally begin. Pamela served with all the strength she could muster, but Yn was ready. She returned the ball with a powerful forehand, sending it rocketing toward Pamela’s backhand.

Pamela reached for it, but her return was weak, and Yn capitalized on it immediately. She moved in for the kill, sending the ball to the far side of the court, just out of Pamela’s reach. Pamela made a desperate lunge, but the ball sailed past her, landing inside the line with a thud.

“Forty-thirty,” the umpire called, and Ari’s heart pounded in his chest. One more point, and Yn would win the match.

He glanced over at John Walker, who was visibly tense, his confident smirk replaced by a look of concern. Walker’s eyes darted between Pamela and Yn, clearly realizing that the tide had turned. Ari felt a surge of satisfaction—Walker was worried, and that meant they were close to victory.

But more than that, Ari felt an overwhelming sense of pride and admiration for Yn. He had always known she was special, but seeing her now, dominating the court with such grace and determination, he realized just how extraordinary she truly was. If it was possible to fall more in love with her, he was experiencing it now.

Pamela served again, but her composure was faltering. The pressure was getting to her, and her serve lacked the power it had before. Yn took full advantage, returning the ball with a fierce cross-court shot. Pamela raced to intercept, but she was too late. The ball skidded off her racket, sending it into the net.

Ari held his breath. The score was tied again, and it was anyone’s game. But in that moment, he saw something shift in Yn’s expression—a steely resolve that told him she wasn’t going to let this slip away. She was going to win this match, and there was nothing Pamela could do to stop her.

Yn took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she prepared for what could be the final point. The crowd was silent, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. She could feel the weight of everyone's expectations on her, but more than that, she felt her own resolve hardening. She wasn’t just playing to win a game—this was her moment, her chance to reclaim a part of herself that had been overshadowed by everything that had happened since Ari came into her life.

Pamela served, the ball flying towards Yn with impressive speed. But Yn was ready. She moved swiftly, her body in perfect sync as she met the ball with a powerful, clean stroke. The ball shot across the court, and Pamela scrambled to reach it, her desperation clear. But this time, Yn wasn’t giving her any room to breathe.

With a final, decisive move, Yn sent the ball rocketing toward the far corner of the court, aiming just inside the line. Pamela lunged, stretching as far as she could, but it wasn’t enough. The ball grazed the line and bounced out of Pamela’s reach, landing inbounds with a satisfying thud.

For a moment, there was complete silence. Then the umpire's voice rang out, clear and authoritative: "Game, set, match—Yn Yln!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound almost deafening. Yn stood still for a moment, the realization of her victory slowly sinking in. She had done it—she had won. A small, triumphant smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked over at Pamela, who was bent over, hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

Ari was on his feet, his heart swelling with pride and joy. "Damn!" he whispered to himself, a broad smile spreading across his face. She had done it. She had beaten Pamela, and in doing so, she had shown everyone—and most importantly, herself—just how strong and capable she was.

He wanted to rush over to her, to sweep her into his arms and kiss her in front of everyone, but he held back, watching as Yn soaked in her victory. She had earned this moment, and he didn’t want to overshadow it with his own feelings. Instead, he clapped along with the crowd, his eyes never leaving her.

John Walker’s face was a mask of disbelief, the cocky smirk he had worn earlier completely wiped away. He looked over at Ari, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Walker knew he had lost—not just the bet, but the respect of the people watching. Ari, on the other hand, felt nothing but satisfaction.

Yn turned to walk off the court, her eyes scanning the crowd until they met Ari's. There was a flicker of something in her gaze, something that made his heart skip a beat. She had won the match, but more than that, she had won a small victory for herself, and he was immensely proud of her. And as she approached him, he couldn't help but think that he had never been more in love with her than he was in that moment.

As Yn walked off the court, victorious and glowing with a quiet confidence, Ari's thoughts drifted away from the bet. The four million dollars that had once been at the forefront of everyone's minds now seemed utterly insignificant. The real prize wasn't money—it was something far more valuable.

Ari watched her approach, his heart pounding with something that went beyond mere pride. This woman, who had seemed so distant and resigned, had just revealed a side of herself that he hadn’t fully seen before. She had stepped up, taken control, and won against the odds. It wasn’t just about her skill on the court; it was about the fire he saw in her eyes, the determination in her every move.

To hell with the money, Ari thought. Today, he had won something far more precious. He had seen Yn not just as someone he adored, but as someone with an inner strength and resolve that made him fall for her all over again. She wasn’t just complying with his desires—she was showing him that she was still her own person, a force to be reckoned with.

As she came to stand beside him, her breathing still a little heavy from the exertion, Ari felt an overwhelming sense of admiration. This was no longer just about his relentless pursuit of her heart. It was about earning the right to be by her side, to match her strength with his own.

Yn glanced up at him, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something unspoken between them. Ari knew then that he had won something priceless today—not just her respect, but perhaps the first real step towards something deeper. It wasn’t about four million dollars anymore. To hell with that. He had won something far more valuable: the possibility of her heart.

As Yn left the court, heading inside to freshen up, the group of men gathered around Ari, unable to hide their admiration. Steve was the first to speak, clapping Ari on the back with a wide grin. "Your girl is awesome, man. I had no idea she had those skills."

Bucky nodded in agreement, still watching the door Yn had disappeared through. "She really took control out there. I haven’t seen anyone handle a match like that in a long time. You’re lucky to have her."

Natasha, who had been on the verge of losing the match, couldn’t help but smirk as she approached Ari. "You better watch out, Ari. She's not just a pretty face—she's a warrior. I wouldn’t want to be on her bad side."

Even some of the others, who hadn’t been as close to Ari, murmured their approval, exchanging impressed glances. "That was some performance," one of them said. "I wouldn’t have bet against Pamela if I knew she was that good."

Ari stood there, absorbing their words, his chest swelling with a mix of pride and something deeper, more profound. It was one thing for him to know how extraordinary Yn was, but hearing it from others, seeing their genuine admiration for her, only solidified what he already felt.

She wasn’t just the woman he was obsessed with; she was someone everyone respected, someone who could hold her own in any situation. And that made him feel even more determined to win her heart, not just through his usual methods but by truly understanding and appreciating her for who she was.

As the others continued to express their admiration, Ari remained quiet, a slight smile playing on his lips. His heart was filled with warmth, knowing that they all saw what he had seen all along—a woman who was strong, capable, and undeniably remarkable.

But beneath that pride was a growing realization that she wasn’t just "his girl"—she was her own person, and if he was going to keep her in his life, he would need to respect and nurture that independence. As he stood among his friends, he felt more certain than ever that she was worth every effort, every sacrifice, every change he needed to make.

That evening, Ari and Yn sat down for dinner as they did every day, but tonight was different. There was a palpable sense of admiration in the air, a silent acknowledgment of what had transpired on the tennis court earlier. Ari couldn’t take his eyes off her, still in awe of how she had turned the match around, how she had stepped in and saved the day without hesitation.

After a few moments of silence, Ari finally spoke up, his voice warm with admiration. “You were incredible out there today, Yn. I had no idea you could play tennis like that. Where did you learn to play so well?”

Yn looked up from her plate, meeting his gaze with a calm expression. “I’ve been playing since I was in school. My father was a tennis enthusiast, and he got me into it when I was just a kid. I started competing pretty young, and by the time I was in high school, I was playing in some serious tournaments.”

Ari nodded, genuinely interested. “That explains a lot. You played with such precision and confidence today. Did you ever think about going professional?”

Yn took a deep breath, her expression shifting slightly as she recalled her past. “I did, actually. I was on track to go to the nationals. It was all I wanted at that time—I dreamed of playing tennis on the biggest stages. I was training every day, working hard to make that dream a reality.”

Ari noticed the slight change in her tone and leaned in closer, sensing there was more to the story. “But you didn’t. Why didn’t you keep playing?”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with a mix of old pain and acceptance. “My sister… She got very sick around the same time. The doctors said she needed surgery, and it wasn’t cheap. My parents had to make a choice between my tennis education and her surgery. It wasn’t even a question for me—I chose my sister.”

Ari felt a pang in his chest as he listened to her, understanding now the depth of her sacrifice. “That must have been hard for you.”

Yn nodded slightly, her voice softer now. “It was, but I don’t regret it. My sister got better, and that’s all that mattered to me. But it did mean the end of my tennis career. By the time things settled down, I was too far behind to catch up, so I had to let it go.”

Ari could see the strength in her, the resilience that had carried her through such a difficult decision. It made him admire her even more. “You’re amazing, you know that? To give up something you loved so much for your sister... it says a lot about who you are.”

Yn offered a small, appreciative smile. “Family has always been important to me. I guess that’s why I haven’t played much since then. It reminds me of what I gave up, but it also reminds me of what I gained—a healthy sister and the knowledge that I made the right choice.”

Ari was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. He had always known there was more to Yn than met the eye, but this glimpse into her past, her values, and her sacrifices, made him respect her on a whole new level.

“You’re remarkable, Yn,” he said finally, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I’m glad you decided to play today. You’ve still got it, you know?”

Yn looked down at her plate, a soft smile touching her lips. “Thanks, Ari. I guess it’s like riding a bike—you never really forget how.”

----

Ari presented Yn with the tennis clothes and racquets, his heart pounded with anticipation. He had chosen each item meticulously, hoping that these gifts would bring her joy. When Yn opened the gifts, her eyes widened in surprise, and a genuine smile spread across her face for the first time in his presence. The transformation was subtle yet profound, and it struck Ari deeply.

Seeing her smile, Ari felt a wave of emotion wash over him. The sight of her happiness, so genuine and unguarded, made him realize something fundamental about himself and his approach to their relationship. He had been so focused on satisfying his own desires—his need to win her over, to possess her affection—that he had overlooked what she truly needed from him.

In that moment, as Yn admired the gifts and expressed her gratitude, Ari felt a deep pang of realization. His expressions of love had been more about gratifying his own ego and securing his place in her life than truly considering her feelings and desires. The gifts, while thoughtful, were ultimately about fulfilling his need to see her smile rather than understanding her true needs and wants.

Ari's mind raced with this newfound clarity. He had been rough, demanding, and intense, believing that these traits would prove his love. Yet, here was Yn, her face lighting up with a simple gesture of kindness, showing him that genuine affection didn’t need to be forceful or grandiose. It needed to be thoughtful and considerate of what truly mattered to her.

Determined to change, Ari resolved to soften his approach. He would no longer let his rough edges dominate their interactions. Instead, he would focus on being more understanding and supportive, respecting her individuality and showing love in ways that truly catered to her happiness.

The realization was both humbling and liberating. Ari knew he still had a long way to go, but this moment marked the beginning of a shift in how he expressed his love. He wanted to be someone who truly valued Yn’s feelings and made her happiness a priority, rather than simply seeking validation for his own actions.

As Yn continued to smile and express her gratitude, Ari felt a deep, sincere affection growing within him. He was committed to proving that his love could be more than just a means to fulfill his own desires—it could be a source of genuine joy and support for the woman who had already given so much.

-----

In his office, Ari sat at his desk, but his mind kept drifting back to the tennis match. His friends were no different—they hadn’t stopped talking about Yn’s unexpected victory.

“Man, I still can’t believe she took Pamela down like that,” Bucky said, leaning back in his chair, a look of awe on his face. “I mean, who would’ve thought she had it in her?”

Steve nodded, still marveling at the memory. “Pamela was trash-talking her the whole time, trying to get under her skin, but Yn just shut her down without even saying a word. That’s some real ice-cold focus.”

Natasha smirked, a hint of pride in her eyes. “She wasn’t just playing tennis out there—she was making a statement. And she did it with pure skill, no showboating, just precision. I’ve gotta say, Ari, your girl is something else.”

Ari listened to them, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as they recounted the match. Yn had not only won the game but had also won their respect, and it was clear she had left a lasting impression on everyone.

“She really is,” Ari finally said, his voice filled with admiration. He realized that Yn had done more than just win a tennis match—she had shown him a side of herself that he hadn’t fully appreciated before. Her quiet strength, her refusal to let anyone shake her, and the way she carried herself with such dignity made him fall for her even more. The victory wasn’t just on the court; it was in the way she had earned his friends’ respect and admiration as well.

---

As Ari reflected on the moment Yn stepped onto the court, he recalled the transformation he had witnessed. He could still see her close her eyes, taking a deep breath before the match began. It was as if a switch had flipped inside her.

In that brief, silent moment, Yn’s demeanor changed dramatically. The gentle, reserved woman he knew seemed to vanish, replaced by someone entirely different—steely, focused, and unyielding. Her expression hardened, her posture straightened, and there was a fire in her eyes that Ari had never seen before.

It was a stark contrast to the Yn he was accustomed to: the quiet, thoughtful woman who navigated his world with a sense of grace and resignation. On the court, however, she became a fierce competitor, her movements precise and her focus razor-sharp. She exuded a commanding presence, showing no mercy to her opponent.

Ari was captivated by this side of her. It was as though he was seeing a hidden facet of Yn’s character, one that contrasted sharply with her everyday self. This steely resolve, this intense drive—it was a revelation, and it made him admire her even more.

It was clear to him now: Yn was more complex and formidable than he had ever realized. He had always known her as someone gentle and kind, but on the court, she was a force to be reckoned with. This new understanding of her left Ari in awe, deepening his feelings and further igniting his desire to truly understand and appreciate every side of the woman he had fallen for.

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As they sat in Ari's office, still discussing the incredible tennis match, the door creaked open, drawing everyone's attention. A man stepped inside, his face unreadable, carrying a large, heavy-looking duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

He placed the bag on Ari's desk with a thud that resonated through the room. "From Mr. Walker," the man said flatly, his tone giving nothing away.

Ari’s eyes narrowed as he unzipped the bag, revealing stacks of cash—four million dollars, just as promised. But it wasn’t the money that caught his attention. Tucked on top of the bills was a folded note. He picked it up, unfolding it slowly.

The note was brief, written in bold, sharp letters: "You got lucky this time."

Ari stared at the words for a moment, his expression hardening. He could feel the tension in the room rise as his friends exchanged glances, sensing the underlying challenge in Walker's message.

Ari’s thoughts, however, were elsewhere. It wasn’t about the money—it never had been. His mind drifted back to the image of Yn on the court, her unyielding focus, her steely determination. She had won that match with pure skill and grit, and no amount of luck had anything to do with it.

He folded the note carefully and set it aside, his eyes meeting those of his friends. The money was inconsequential compared to what he had gained that day—a deeper understanding and a profound admiration for the woman who had silently stepped up and shown them all just how formidable she could be.

With a quiet resolve, he nodded to the man who had delivered the money. “Tell Mr. Walker," Ari said, his voice calm but laced with an underlying challenge, "that next time, luck won’t be a factor.”

Ari held the note between his fingers for a moment, then passed it around the room. Each of his friends glanced at the message, their expressions darkening as they understood the insinuation.

“You got lucky this time.” The words hung in the air, a taunt that struck deeper than Walker likely realized.

Ari’s jaw clenched as he began to speak, his voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity. "I talked to Yn, you know," he started, looking around at his friends. "She trained and played from the time she was ten years old. She gave it everything she had, and by the time she was 21, she was on the brink of going to the nationals."

He paused, the weight of what he was about to say next pressing down on the room. "But her sister needed surgery. It came down to a choice between sending Yn to the nationals or paying for that surgery. And Yn... she chose her sister."

The room was silent, the gravity of Yn's sacrifice sinking in. Ari’s gaze hardened as he glanced back at the note. "This ass thinks Yn won by luck?" he scoffed, his voice thick with disdain.

He leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over his friends. "It was a friendly match before, like always," he continued, his tone darkening. "We played, we bet, and we handed over money, much like any Las Vegas casino. But Walker? He’s made it personal now."

There was a collective murmur of agreement, a shared anger at the insult embedded in Walker’s words. To imply that someone who had given up so much, who had fought so hard, had won by mere chance—it was infuriating.

Ari leaned back, his eyes cold. "Yn didn’t win by luck. She won because she’s a damn force to be reckoned with. And Walker’s going to learn that next time, luck won’t have anything to do with it."