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mera-mera-simp · 2 years ago

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OP Character's Love Languages

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Ussop, Ace and Law

Content Warning: fluff. Some angst (Sanji, Ace and Law)

Pt. 2

Luffy:

Absolutely physical touch. There is no debate on this.

He can and will cling to you with no hesitation. Man doesn't know personal space<3

But you and most of the Strawhats don't mind it. It's sweet.

Though you do have to gently remind him sometimes that not everybody he knows likes it when he does that</3

Definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy too.

This one isn't as often but he loves making you smile.

Constantly telling you how funny you are and how much he loves you. He is a sweet baby even if he's a menace sometimes<3

Sometimes, you'll get a combo of the two. He'll wrap his arms around a multitude of times and tell you all kinds of sweet things just to see you smile.

Gift. Giving.

Please give this sweet baby gifts it will make his eyes light up like stars and he'll treasure it forever.

You could get him the silliest thing and he'll be so happy. You'll have his stretchy arms wrapped around you and multiple kisses on your face while he's yelling 'thank you' multiple times within an instant.

Zoro:

Quality time.

He's not much of a touchy guy and he's not the greatest with words.

But he actively seeks you out on the Sunny. He just wants to be by you<3

He's not great at words, so just being by you is enough for him

He will make you take naps with him<3

He likes to sit by you when he's cleaning his swords.

Please just chill with him while he trains. He likes being in your presence.

This goes both ways low-key. He knows that you love him so he doesn't need to be reminded. And as mentioned earlier, he's not really a touchy feely guy.

So just spending time with you is enough.

Bro loves you so much, he'll chill by you while you're talking to the other strawhats. He doesn't need to involved in the conversation. He'll just sit by you (he'll take a nap depending on where you are on the ship)

Maybe a small bit of gift giving?

Only if he finds it useful though probably.

Get him stuff to clean his swords with and he'll be happy.

Send him over the moon with alcohol.

But definitely quality time for the most part.

Dude just wants to be by you<3

Sanji:

Is it absurd to say that it's everything? (Because I feel like it is but thats cause I'm in love with him and delulu)

He'll match to whatever your love language is babes<3

Gift giving? He'll spoil you

Quality time? Just hang out with him in the kitchen while he cooks

Words of affirmation? He'll tell you a thousand times a day that he loves you

Acts of service? Say the word and your wish is his command.

Physical touch? He'll be all over you.

He'll match your energy.

Sometimes you'll get the buy 1 get 4 free combo.

He bends over backwards for you.

And it's all super sweet. He'll cook for you, buy you some cute trinkets that you like, spend time with you while you're doing something, tell you all kinds of romantic things, and he'll hold your hand at all times

Bro is such a sweet guy<3

Please tell him that you love him. Reassure him for the love of god

He didn't get it a lot as a kid after Sola died so whenever you do, he really appreciates it <3 (Sanji my sad chef, my beloved I love him so much)

Nami:

Look me in the eye and tell me that her loves languages aren't gift giving and acts of service.

She'll be over the moon if you buy her stuff

Specially if it's expensive <3

Bake something for her, Sanji will help you if you ask him to!

She'll give you a bunch of kisses for it. It's her way of say thank you.

You're the only one who doesn't owe her a single berri. Cause why would she charge the love of her life?

She gets a little jealous super easily though. She'll pout at you. Just laugh at her and tell her she's cute. Kiss her cheek, forehead or tip of her nose if you want to make her melt.

Sometimes she'll indulge in physical touch, only for you though.

She'll hold your hand when strolling through a town on a new island. And then persuade you to buy something she likes by acting cute.

She's super appreciative if you do though

She'll hug you and kiss you with a big grin on her face

It makes her feel important

She likes to make you feel important too. She'll actually go out of her way to buy you stuff sometimes. She teases about an interest fee but if you actually try to pay it, it's the only time she refuses

Ussop:

Words of affirmation

My guy needs a lot of reassurance so he appreciates it

Tell him that he's brave and he'll be absolutely smitten

He also likes physical touch

He'll hold you as he tells his stories

Talk to him about the world. You both love being out on the Grandline and seeing how big the world is. It's one your 'late night can't sleep' topics.

Hangout on the deck of the Sunny and look at stars together. He'll hold your hand and point out the constellations to you. (He learned them from Robin, he just wants to impress you<3)

If you hug him from behind randomly, he'll swoon.

He'll let you stay like that too. He thinks it's sweet. He'll just casually talk to you about his day so far.

He's constantly telling you how much he loves you.

You make him feel strong and brave so of course he's going to return the favor.

Overall, Ussop is just a sweet guy. He likes holding your hand and making you smile<3

Ace:

Oh my beloved sad himbo

Please hold him and reassure him.

He's definitely a physical touch and words of affirmation kinda guy too.

Trace the freckles on his face (he'll melt in your arms with a blushing face if you call them mini constellations<3)

He likes to hold you yeah but please hold him. He needs it.

He likes to be in your embrace but he'll only let you do it when you guys aren't in sight of the crew, he's afraid that Marco and Thatch will tease him for a life time. (They wouldn't)

Pepper his face in kisses

This poor cowboy is so sad please tell him all of the things you love about him

Tell him he's worth everything in the world (Ace was the One Piece</3\hj)

Whisper sweet nothings to him as you guys try to fall asleep at night, that's when his head tries to attack him the most.

He appreciates it all and he'll definitely return the favor.

He constantly has you wrapped in his arms.

He'll kiss the top of your head and nuzzle his face into your hair.

He'll purposely act stupid just to see you laugh.

Please just make him happy. He is so sad

He will deny though.

"Me? Sad? Blasphemy."

Law:

Another quality time kinda guy

He doesn't like physical touch

Or words of affirmation

Please don't openly say you love him or promise him anything, the last person who did both those things died almost immediately after (he's traumatized </3)

Just spend some time with him, that's all he asks. You don't have to say anything he just wants to he by you.

He doesn't know how to accept gifts so that's also kinda out of the question

If you do something for him though, he'll be appreciative. In his own way

Just quality time for the most part.

Just sit by him while he reads or looks over some notes he has.

He's comforted by your presence, you make him happy even if he never outwardly shows it

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songmingisthighs · 20 days ago

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ch. lxviii - 119 on speed dial

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

wc : 1.3 k

a/n : i got lucky with this plot oh my ghawddd

buy me coffee ?

so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

The party went splendidly to say the least.

Everything that was planned went on without a hitch, but maybe it went a little too well because by the end of the night, you had to stuff three useless men into three cabs and send them, HOPEFULLY, home. Truly the boys were absolutely useless because you, Wonyoung, and Liz were the only three left to take care of the mess.

After the boys were (somewhat) safely sent home, it was your turn to leave. You had planned on going home a bit later, knowing that Wonyoung's birthday celebration would continue until midnight to also celebrate her other friend's birthday. But if you stayed out, you knew Jongho would just stay up and wait for you, going as far as to pick you up himself. So you decided to tap out at 11 pm and true to your prediction, Jongho told you that he had been waiting at a 24-hour cafe 15 minutes from where you were so OBVIOUSLY he was going to pick you up.

So there you were, outside the barbeque place with Wonyoung, enjoying the night air while Liz stay at the table, nursing her meat hangover.

"Thank you so much for tonight, it was the best birthday/going away party ever!" Wonyoung beamed, locking her arm with yours. You smiled back and nudged her hips with yours gently, "You're very welcome, but it was a group effort. So you ABSOLUTELY know that the meat fest was not my nor Liz's idea." She chuckled at your words and nodded, "Yeah... I kind of have the feeling that the men were behind this because had it been your or Liz's idea, we would have pretty food at a pretty location. But this is nice too," then she let out a long sigh, "I'm gonna miss this when I'm away for my internship." Seeing her sad even for just a bit made you feel bad and you immediately consoled her. "Hey, don't be so down about that! It's not like we're going to immediately lose contact or whatever. We're going to still be friends and when you come back, we'll go out like this again!" Your words seem to bring comfort to Wonyoung because a small smile blooms on her face, "Scratch that, I think I'll miss you the most." You rolled your eyes at her but didn't say anything back to that.

"You know, you should really stay a bit longer. I'm sure Yujin unnie would love to have you together with us to celebrate and we can spend more time together before I get busy with packing and preparing to go abroad!" she batted her eyes at you and as bad as you felt for her, you were thinking more about Jongho. "I'm sorry Wony but I can't, Jongho is already on his way and I don't want to make him wait for too long! He should be here soon anyway," you pouted.

Hearing his name made Wonyoung's lip twitch in amusement. "Oh? Mr. Bossman Choi is picking you up at this hour now, is he? And are you two going home together? Wind down together? Do other... Things together?" Her mischievous tone made you blush as you couldn't help but let your mind be shoved into an... interesting territory. You shoved her away slightly, making her laugh in amusement, "Oh my God, not this again!" you huffed, "Haven't I had enough teasing from Taehyun and Hyunjin? Not to mention Mingi has been quite annoying about this as well." you pouted. Wonyoung shook her head and bumped her shoulder on yours, "It's amusing! I see how happy and comfortable you are with him and It's obvious you're smitten with him! It's adorable, (y/n), truly, I love that for you."

It was one thing to feel your feelings about Jongho but to hear someone affirming it made you feel all... giddy. You wonder if it's time to finally face your feelings and talk about them with Jongho.

"Oh, hey!" Wonyoung's voice cut through your train of thoughts, "I asked my mom about this and she gave it to me as a birthday present!"

Your eyes zeroed in on her finger that was pointing at the necklace with its pendant resting just under her collarbone. "Oh my God," you gasped, taking out the necklace Jongho had allowed you to wear to see the similar-looking logo. Where yours had a horse, hers had an additional Chinese letter.

"They're so similar... Other than the Chinese letter," you pointed out, still in awe. Wonyoung looked down and smiled at her necklace, "Yeah, that's the Hanja for my family name, even the box where this necklace was stored had it as well. Whoever packaged it had to be a true aesthetic genius because- oh my God, I can't even explain it with words. Anyway, I was told that this necklace had been passed down from one daughter who was born during the full moon to the next. There had only been a handful so it was kept a secret amongst the patriarch until the next daughter was ready to receive it. My dad had shown me this necklace when I was little so that's why yours caught my eye," she explained.

While the historical nerd side of you found her lore intriguing, so much so that you wanted to ask more questions, something felt odd. There was a tugging in your heart and you couldn't figure out why.

The oddness multiplied when she touched your necklace and it began to glow. Like an actual glow as if someone had shoved a flashlight through it. Then her own necklace started glowing very brightly to the point that it almost blinded you.

Both necklaces probably glowed for only a couple of seconds but to you, it felt as if it happened for five straight minutes because it made you extremely disoriented. When you came to, you were still trying to blink away the blinding pain but the first sight you saw was Wonyoung looking up at the sky with her eyes glistening as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

"What the..."

You snapped your head to the side to see Jongho looking in your direction. You weren't sure but you could tell that he was at least worried and confused, another emotion that was hidden and you weren't sure of was hope, but that might just be you overthinking things.

"What was that?" Jongho asked, trying to step closer to you.

Right at the moment he spoke up, Wonyoung broke off from her trance with a shake of her head before her eyes landed on him.

"Jongho..." She gasped.

To say you were surprised was an absolute understatement because for a moment you thought you had misheard. Or gone crazy. Or both.

Jongho was not better.

The moment his name left Wonyoung's lips, his body froze. Not out of fear or surprise, but because how familiar it felt when she called my name. He hated to admit it, but the way he felt when she called his name had never happened in recent times, not even with you. His heart was beating but it was not the nerves that got to him, it was the familiarity. Like his past was calling him.

Wonyoung then broke into a gentle smile as one single drop of tear finally rolled down her cheek.

"After all this time... I can't believe the moon is still reflected in your eyes," she said softly.

You saw Jongho's knees visibly buckled and he had to lean on the wall for support. The situation was so bizarre for you that all you could do was look back and forth between Wonyoung and Jongho, not knowing what was going on or what to do. Despite the unfamiliar predicament, you were sure of one thing.

Shit is about to go down and you need to buckle up.

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suplicyy · 11 months ago

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Hii!

Could you please write some hcs of Kenma, and Nishinoya plus maybe anyone else you want with a gf who's like a tiny bit younger than them, shorter and is like really clingy. She's like constantly texting them, and takes every chance she can to hug them or just talk to them and is there even at their practices.

Haikyuu boys w/ a clingy gf

— Summary: Relationship hcs about them having a clingy girlfriend.

— Characters: Nishinoya, Kenma

— Fluff

— Fem!Reader

You're only a year younger than him, so it wasn't so difficult to make friends with him!! Little by little you would meet each other by chance during breaks or during free time in class, and these moments made you get closer and closer, until you started dating.

But as time went by, you opened up to him more and had the courage to be who you really are, as he has always made it clear that he likes you for who you are. And after that, you felt more confident to be more loving with him: with lots of physical touches, words of affirmation and lots of quality time!

You love your boyfriend very much and want to show it in the most affectionate way possible!

Nishinoya

The way you met is always told as a story at family lunches. You were passing by the gym by chance, and a ball he received flew out of the place and ended up in your face. He apologized a million times and even offered to buy you a popsicle for a whole week.

But after that you understood each other and became friends, until you got to where you are now!

He simply LOVES you to be clingy with him, as he returns your affections with the same intensity as you. People on the outside assume you were meant for each other since your personalities match up so well.

Anywhere and anytime you are always together in some way, whether it's clasping hands, hugging, kissing; you are rarely separated from each other.

But unfortunately there are times when you aren't always together, after all you don't live in the same house and you have your own clubs to go to. So you guys are always messaging each other on your cell phone!

If someone doesn't ask him to stop using his cell phone to talk to you, he could easily spend the whole day just sending you silly audios of him singing a random song he heard somewhere.

Kenma

One day, you saw him playing one of your favorite games, so you started talking to him. And you spent a few days talking until you had the courage to ask for his phone number, which he gave you almost immediately (but he would never admit he was excited about it for you)

Kenma spoke more freely through messages than in person, so you almost always talked about various things: games you're playing at the moment, movies, series, about your day. And with that you ended up becoming closer, until you started dating.

You know that Kenma is someone who is quite shy, so at the beginning of the relationship you weren't so clingy in public with him. But when the two of you were alone, you loosened up a little and became much more affectionate.

At first he was always very shy when you initiated physical affection with him, but after a while he relaxed more and managed to adapt to your way of showing affection to him.

You would from time to time be seen literally clinging to each other, with him playing on his console and with his head resting on your shoulder, and you hugging him. As much as he doesn't like PDA that much, he finds your presence and your touches so comforting that he ends up giving in a little.

Kuroo once went to Kenma's house to get something he had left there the last time he went there, and when he entered he found him hugging you with his face buried in the crook of your neck. After some deadly glares from the boy, Kuroo promised he wouldn't tell anyone.

A/N — Tysm for your request!! I wish I had added more characters, but recently I've been very busy so I was afraid it would take too long for me to do this one.💔💔

I hope you enjoyed it!

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ladymoody · 7 months ago

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Hi could you right a story with cook from skins? i barely see fanficts about him. thank you if you do it 🙏🏻

SUGAR

james cook x fem!reader

︎warnings: nsfw +18, drugs, alcohol, mention of death, irresponsible driving, explicit language, fingering, squirt.

word count: 1,4k

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"so… she's with freddie now?" I asked. cook and effy had recently broken up and he couldn't stop thinking about her. once, when he came over to sleep at my place, I even found him crying in the bathroom and it was a sorrowful sight. he told me how well effy had treated him, and how later she switched to a heartless behavior. he had tried to replace her many times with some flings but he told me it didn't feel the same because he deeply knew effy, meanwhile, he didn't even remember the names of the girls he fucked for fun.

"yeah. I saw them making out on the bus too the other day."

"oh cook..." I shifted a bit more on the couch, snuggling up to him to comfort him.

"it's okay, y/n." he moved his hand in the air as if he meant to diminish the importance of the matter. "I'm over it."

"I don't think so, cookie."

"don't call me that, you know I don't like it." he chuckled. "I'll call you sugar if you don't stop."

cook used to call me sugar when we met. he said the fragrance I used was so sweet that it reminded him of a sugary drink.

"you know it makes nostalgic."

"I'm well aware of that." he grinned, tickling my side slightly.

"what if we hang out like we used to?" I said.

"what do you mean? you mean getting drunk and high?"

"maybe. late night car drive without a destination?"

he lifted his eyebrows and hesitated. "what if we crash? getting drunk and driving doesn't sound so smart, ya know?" he brushed a strand of my hair off my face.

"cook, do you actually care? just take the highway, everything will be fine." I smirked, looking at him in the eyes.

both of us didn't really care about dying. death wasn't such a big deal after all, especially for two teenagers like us who had lost everything — cook's parents were divorced and both very absent. the only relative he still had was his little brother who lived with his mother so he rarely saw him. just like cook, I didn't have a father as he had moved out when I was very little and my mother passed away a couple of years before due to overdose. I currently lived with my aunt, who used to drink a lot of alcohol as well and didn't care about me.

“you’re right. fuck it.” he smirked and left a quick kiss on my neck before getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket from the hanger.

I smiled at him and followed him into the hall, picking up my leather jacket as well.

(skip time)

we had settled in his car — our jackets were thrown in the backseats, cook’s shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and my window rolled down to make the wind blow my hair. we were heading to the highway.

“I love the night.” I affirmed after taking a sip of the bottle of vodka in my hand.

“me too. it’s so calm and quiet… it makes you want to screw the silence up with some good sex and loud parties.” he took a puff from his spliff. I laughed.

“jeez, cook… you really are bold, ain’t you?” I ruffled his short hair for as much as I could. “I’m glad you’re thinking about something different other than effy.”

cook’s expression changed into something darker and more serious. I had touched a soft spot.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this topic back.”

“it’s okay, y/n. you didn’t do it on purpose. then effy can go fuck herself. I’m tired of being her little puppy she uses every time she wants some good sex because mr mclair is a bloody inexperienced incompetent.”

“you’re right. fuck her.”

“fuck her.” he repeated more to himself. there was silence for a couple of minutes, just the sound of the wheels on the road and the other cars passing by. I felt the awkward moment building between us two, so I glanced at cook and leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly, then I set my vodka bottle down.

cook smiled at the gesture and turned his head to give me an affectionate look. "I should be sad more often if it means getting you to show me affection."

I chuckled and nudged his arm, "shut up". the silence fell again.

there was a bit of tension between us too, as if we wanted to say so many things but couldn't. "I was thinking..." he began.

"how many years have we known each other for?" he continued.

"I don't know... 4... 5?"

he didn't answer me as he kept staring at the road in front of him, and I was growing suspicious, but not so later a little idea popped up in my mind.

"you'd like my help, cook?" I asked. my voice was lower than before and I leaned in as I caressed his cheek.

cook smirked. I understood what he meant and he understood I understood what he meant.

“let’s try, come here…” he muttered as he pulled my thighs towards him. I got the hint and climbed over him, sitting on his lap and resting my legs on his. he wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me in place and left the other one on the steering wheel.

I leaned in and grabbed his face with my hand, squeezing his cheeks slightly to pull him to me and kiss him. he happily kissed me back, now moving the hand from my waist to the back of my neck, and deepened the kiss, tapping his tongue on my bottom lip, which I merrily allowed and let him in.

I moved to straddle him, grinding back and forth slightly as we made out. the road didn’t have any turns and he just had to drive ahead, so the chances of getting into a car accident were very low.

I started feeling his cock pressing against me, shamelessly begging cook to free it. “you’ll make us crash, sugar.” he pulled away enough to speak — our lips still very close.

“just keep driving. everything’s gonna be alright.”

cook was beyond an expert in kissing — I knew effy had been lucky to have him and now it was just her loss. to be honest, I had never thought of cook in this way, only in a friendly way, but there was something that screamed “attractive” every time he talked to me about his flings and how good he made those girls feel. a small part of me wished to be taken by him and be one of his whores, and somehow I had managed to do it right now. maybe I wasn’t a whore, but we were definitely on the edge of having sex.

cook slipped his hand inside my panties as our lips moved together, and thrusted two of his fingers between my folds. I gripped him instantly, making a low moan as I felt them pump inside of me. he soon added another finger, and then another one.

oh god.

I was almost stretched to my limits as I rode his hand, completely in a heaven of ecstasy. cook kissed and sucked on my neck as he moved his fingers, leaving me a few marks but slightly visible. I knew I was very close to my release.

“cook… I…” I whined.

“I know, sugar. cum on my fingers, will ya?” he muttered against my ear. and that was quite what made me let go fully and give myself to him. I threw my head back, lifting slightly from his lap as he didn’t slow his pace down a bit — then I cried out and squirted on his shirt.

“oh my god!” I got down from the high. I was a panting mess, my back now pressing against the steering wheel which honked as soon as I leaned back.

cook took his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking and sucking. “taste like sugar.”

I tiredly chuckle, my eyes still struggling to stay open completely.

“I’ve always known you were this good…” I confessed.

“we should do it again sometime, mh? it helps me a lot.” he faked a pouty tone, using the effy matter as an excuse to take me again.

“naughty boy.” I leaned in and pecked his lips.

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itsthatmff · 5 months ago

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May I ask for Garou and Metal Bat with a partner who is al lovey dovey/super duper affectionate with them 🥺?

I tried my best 😪 i’m not rlly the affectionate person and don’t write them either lmaoo but this was still superr wholesome to write ~

OPM Men With an affectionate S/O

Included: Garou, Genos, Metal bat

Fem!reader

Tiny bit suggestive with Garou’s part

Garou

He isn’t used to affectionate gestures at all

In fact he usually gives you weird looks when you try to be cheesy or clingy, but doesn’t hate it.

You’ve done great in melting his heart though

One thing he loves about you is that you pay attention to details. Especially when you know exactly when he needs a massage after hard training.

And you give him great meals. Wether its taking him to cheap or expensive restaurants, convenience stores or you making him food at home, he appreciates every single one of them.

You surprised him with homemade steak and a bougie dinner once and you could see the sparkles in his eyes.

“I don’t know who to eat first. You or this steak.” He says smugly.

Gets reall cuddly after dinner. Those are the moments when he likes to show a bit more or his affectionate side as you pamper him with affection.

“I love you. You got that?”

Since you’re so affectionate to him all the time he kind of softened up himself. He doesn’t say no to stuff he usually would. And he doesn’t care if others catch him lacking.

Genos

Genos can be verryyy picky and stubborn when it comes to you trying to do stuff for him.

He doesn’t like you going out of your way to make him dinner or clean because thats supposed to be his job.

Doesn’t want you to lift a single finger in his presence.

Most likely will nag at you if you go to make him food or sort his notebooks.

Doesn’t admit that he likes your words of affirmation and affection but secretly enjoys it.

Since he’s a cyborg with issues you want to remind him every single day that he’s loved by you. You plaster him with hugs and kisses even if he tells you that it’s not the right time.

To you he’s just as human as the next person, and you’re not really bothered by his cyber kinetic body.

He often gives in to your touch, but he’s not that talkative. A lot of the times he speaks out his gratitude to you.

“Thank you for being so caring to me. I will make sure to never leave your side.”

You’re probably one of the very few people to have made him ever smile.

Metal bat

This guy literally cant believe that he’s dating an angel like you

He finds himself mumbling in awe about just how loving you are

Can’t ever say no to you giving him affection, even if he’s mad at you he can’t stay mad for too long

Its like you know what to say and do at the perfect time. You reassure him and give him words of encouragement whenever he needs them.

And Zenko doesn’t think much different about you. she LOVES you. Now she has a great big bro and a big sis.

You often play or go shopping with her.

you decide to bake cookies with zenko for Metal bat since you were in that Christmas mood, You both sent Badd to the living room and dared him not to peek into the kitchen

And on the other hand badd’s heart melts whenever he sees you with his sister. You were the perfect girlfriend..wife even- He had to snap out of his thoughts!

But he wasn’t the only one thinking that way.

“Big sis- could you marry my brother so that you can stay my big sis forever?” Zenko enthusiastically says as she stands on the chair to reach the kitchen counter as you two decorate the cookies.

Her request made you laugh, Children these days really got creative. “Sure. In the future maybe.” Badd and you still were too young to consider marriage, but you didn’t want to crush the little girls dreams.

When the cookies are finished you present them to badd proudly and he looks like he’s about to start crying from the wholesome gesture.

Badd goes to give you and Zenko a hug and tries one of the cookies. Before he’s able to comment on the taste Zenko suddenly yells out.

“Big bro! (Y/N) told me she’ll marry you!”

He almost chokes on his cookie at his sisters statement. His ears and face turn red. Zenko had been messing with you again hasn’t she?

Badd simply stares at you in awe. He didn’t know where to start. What to even say!

He swallows hard. There had to be something he could say to make this situation less awkward. In that moment something slipped out of his lips.

“I love you.”

Zenko was proud of another of her achievements as tiny cupid!

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scremogirl · 2 years ago

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★♑︎☆彡𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎✪𝐍!☆♏︎★

How the Captains and Lieutenants (+) would react to PDA

I’m obsessed with this anime you don’t even understand. Imma do a spin off of this but with the arrancar and sterneitter and Yhwach… yes I like Yhwach. Suck my dick. All the captains are the ones in the picture aka pre attack TYBW captains. Ikkaku and Kaien are the only changed lieutenants. This took to long to write so I barley proof read it, it just gets a little reparative at times. Read the note at the end plz. Enjoy my loves.

Chōjirō Sasakibe

W/ others: Young Chojiro would find it sweet. He has a very strong heart and will acknowledge the love of the couple but do nothing more. Older Chojiro would probably scoff and tell them to be a little more prideful about when and where they show their affection.

W S/O: I think no matter what age he’s pretty much the same. Wouldn’t do too much or too little. Younger him wouldn’t be as affectionate because he might have other priorities. Older him though, even tho he has more responsibilities, he’s laid back and will rest with you on a bench as you talk about your day. Would probably like feeding the ducks at a local park with you.

Suì-Fēng

W/ other people: *Side eye*. She ignores it for the most part but wishes they would do it in private. As long as it’s not anything tooo intimate then she doesn’t mind really.

W/ S/O: She doesn’t like it. Again, she doesn’t mind anything very subtle. Intentional but discreet brushing of the hands, holding eachother pinkies under the table, or sitting close together, is all alright. Hugging and Kissing on the other hand? No. Maybe if she’s feeling a little soft or has a good day, a kiss on the cheek would be exceptional, maybe a pet name. Other than that, absolutely not. She does have a reputation to uphold after all. (*cough* and she doesn’t want Yoruichi to see *cough*)

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi

W/ others: He finds it endearing that people can express their love for eachother so openly. He won’t comment on it and keep going on with his day. If it gets a little to handsy between the two he’ll probably strum his guitar a little harder to block it out or just get up and walk away.

W/ S/O: He enjoys it. He likes the feeling of his hands in yours and arms wrapped around each other. He’s a little more open about it in private but that doesn’t mean he’ll completely stop in public. He’s more of a words or affrimation kinda guy, I mean he puts so much emotion into his lyrics, how could he not be? He’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and if he’s in the mood, a couple filthy promises.

Izuru Kira

W/ others: Izuru is a naturally introverted and quiet person. Seeing people so open and confident in their love for eachother makes him a little jealous. He wishes that sometimes he could put himself out there just a little more, but he’s comfortable in his little bubble so the thought alone kinda scares him.

W/ S/O: As I said before, he’s a shy lil boy. Not to much in public or you’ll kill him. In private tho, 🤭. He’s literally all over you, begging and whimpering for just a little bit of attention (he’s def a sub imo). He likes having someone to hold every night he goes to bed and every morning he wakes up. Tbh, I think he goes for the extroverts; he’d appreciate it if you make the moves most of the time. But when he’s in a mood, best believe he’s not letting you go anywhere, for someone so slim he can be exceptionally strong; aka his status as a lieutenant. He loves words of affirmation, giving or receiving.

Retsu Unohana

W/ others: She thinks it’s sweet, at least Retsu does. As long as they aren’t doing too much she just goes on about her day. Yachiru on the other hand would have scoffed a little, shaming them for their openness, thinking that those moments between two lovers should be saved for the more private and intimate moments. (*She a reformed crip*)

W/ S/O: Im a little indifferent on this one. I don’t really have an opinion on her when it comes to this. I think before the main story and tybw she wouldn’t even be interested in anything but battle. Main story Unohana (+) pre-attack tybw, wouldn’t mind hand holding. She’ll call you cute/endearing names like “dear or hun” but other than that, I don’t think she’ll be that mindful or care about it.

Isanae Kotetsu

W/ others/: She’s shy and reserved just like izuru. More prone to blushing at seeing other people cuddle up to each other . If she makes contact with either of the two she’ll put her head down and scurry away. She’s so cuteeeee☺️.

W/ S/O: FLUSTERED AF. Will blush, stutter, and whimper at any sign of affection; especially in public. Y’know when in anime the two love interests are walking home together and one grabs the other's hand and turns away blushing? That’s her. She rarely makes the first move but will silently ask you too.

Shinji Hirako

W/ others: Fuckin Hypocrite. He'll scoff and get in his “I wish that was me so imma be a hater,” moods. Seeing people canoodling with each other in public kinda makes his dick hard ngl. He imagines it’s him with his s/o. niggas a pervert on bro.

W S/O: Touchy grabby touchy grabby. Won’t keep his hands to himself. Loves the fact others can see how shy he makes you. Will whisper the filthiest, diabolical things in your ear. Scratch that, if he feels like it he’ll say it out loud. Depending on who you are though, he won't actually say anything, he’s truly a respectful person; just likes to tease. Besides anything sexual, he loves holding your hands and looking deep into your eyes. It’s not hard to make him blush either but he’ll do so with a big smile and soft gaze. He just wants everyone to know how in love he is.

Byakuya Kuchini

W/ others: He doesn’t really care. Little displays of affection are okay in front of him but for the most part, because of who he is, people tend to not take it too far when he’s around.

W S/O: Like Soi Fong, he has a reputation to maintain. He’s a very private and uptight person. Most would say he has a stick up his ass (*kenny*). Another person who prefers to show affection in private. He’ll let you lay your head on his shoulder or vice versa; hands intertwined while you observe the koi fish in his private pond. In meetings with the other nobles, he’ll grab and squeeze your hand from under the table to reassure you. Who knew he could be a lil softie.

Renji Abarai

W/ others: Doesn’t matter to him. Don’t try and bang in front of him and you're cool. Renjis a very laid back guy even if he can be a hot head. He prefers if people would do it in private but if it starts to get to much for him he’ll just get up and walk away.

W/ S/O: I can only imagine him w/ Rukia I’m so sorry. Butttt, if I had to give a take on it I’d say he can get really flustered.

Sajin Komomaru

W/ others: Slightest bit jealous. Because of what he looks like, afraid that nobody would wanna do those things with him. He doesn’t have an opinion on PDA, as long as they’re respectful of the others around.

W S/O: It’s a pretty known fact that Sajin is insecure about himself. However, after he takes his face covering off he does become a little more confident. He’s another private one. Loves cuddling next to the fireplace. In his human form tho, he feels like he has an opportunity to finally show how much he loves you in public without fear of getting judged. He’ll hold you hand and call you a little pet name but for the most part he’s “meh” about it. Afraid to get fur in your mouth.

Shunsui Kyōraku

W/ others: Also another pervert. Have you read his books? Is the cheesy romantic type who says shit like “they just love eachother so much”. That one guy in meet cute romance novels who sits in the back of the cafe or park benches and writes a story based on couples he sees walking by. On some “her big blue eyes started into his narrow darker ones 🥺,” type shit.

Would probably write smut about it ng hold you. Lisa peer edits 4sure.

W/ S/O: Shameless bastard. Like shinji, he does not care who he’s around. Gets a pass because the head captian thinks of him as a son. Will do it infront it him even, making you give him a slap to the head. He’ll just wink at you and give you the biggest, wettest kiss on your cheek ever (*que Yamamoto leaving the room mumbling about how the younger generation has no shame*). Physical touch and words of affirmation are his strong suit. Will tell you your beautiful no matter when or where. Loves taking naps with you under the many beautiful trees located in *byakuyas’ home* the seireitei.

Nanao Ise

W/ others: Unprofessional. She thinks things like that should be indoor activities in their own space. Would probably speak up about it if it was getting too much. Wouldn’t be bitchy about it but would definitely have a very stern tone.

W/ S/O: Again, save it for inside. Would be flustered at any type of affection but more so in public. Would have the brightest cheeks and tell you off for doing things like that in public. She kinda gives me veryyy subtle tsundere vibes, like you gotta squint to see it. In private however, she’ll come up to you with redden cheeks and an embarrassed/ little irritated expression and hold her arms out for a hug.

Kensei Mugurama

W/ others: Get it outta his face. Doesn’t like it with other people, but he won’t have any strong reaction to it. Probably just gives a roll of his eyes and a head shake. Just seeing other people be lovey dovey makes him cringe.

W S/O: Just like his flat skulled friend, very much a hypocrite. Will have a firm grip on your hand every time you two go out, arm around your waist, hand on your lower back. Even though he has this tough persona attached to him, he doesn’t mind showing just how much he cares about you. Will let you sit in his lap with his arms around you or hands on your hips with his face buried in your neck. He does this the most in public, especially if he doesn’t feel like socializing. Would be a little cheeky and start peppering kisses along your neck.

Shūhei Hisagi

W others: Tbh I’m a bit indifferent to him too. He’ll either glance at them and walk the other way. Or, B, become flustered and dip. He just doesn’t know how to react. Kinda just stares for a couple seconds, blushes, huffs, and walks away.

W S/O: Just like his best friend (insert Izuru), he’s a bit bashful about it, but just like his captain he can be a little slick. After a couple of drinks the boldness comes out. He loves wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards him with a kiss on your cheek. Will also pull you into his lap and would most likely fall asleep. When he’s a bit more in control of his actions, he’ll grab your hand as you stroll through the town. Still a fan of kissing you on the cheek and will throw in a babe here or there, the works.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya

W/ others: Another one who finds it inappropriate in public. He’s but a child, spare him please,

W S/O: Lil boy.

Rangiku Matsumoto

W/ others- Yet another one who finds it cute. Would comment on how adorable the couple is, will even say it to their face. She can tune it out if she wants too but finds it funny to tease them. Especially if it’s one of her friends (Izuru abuse).

W S/O- Loves, loves, LOVES PDA. Cute nicknames, hugs and kisses, holding hands, going on dates. Loves to feel wanted and appreciated. Probably loves PDA the most out of everyone on this list.*Gin can’t do anything about it cause he dead*

Kenpachi Zaraki

W others: Finds it disgusting but doesn’t care. Slighttttttttly a perverted about it. As long as you're not jumping each other's bones, you’re safe.

W/ S/O: Kinda like Kensei. Very protective of you and a little saucy. Does not care who's watching because he knows they won’t do anything about it. Won’t say it but he loves when you’re perched on his shoulders (your weight/height does not matter this niggas almost seven feet and beefy). Loves for you to sit in his lap too, another one who likes napping with you outside. Lowkey likes it when you, yachiru, and himself go out and do whatever, kinda like his own little family. (has a breeding kink btw)

Ikkaku Madarame

W/ others: Would straight up tell them to knock it off if it’s getting too much. He finds all that cheesy, coupley, romance stuff disgusting. (Would headbutt someone).

W/ S/O: Doesn’t give a damn just like his captain. Very brash and straight forward. Will come up and kiss you in the middle of training if he thinks he did something particularly good in which he deserves a reward. Would sling an arm around your shoulder and kiss the top of your head while sitting in a bar drinking and laughing. Plot twist! If YOU were the one showing PDA he’ll become bashful and scold you about doing things like that in public. Calls you babe 24/7 and does not care who's around when he makes naughty jokes.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

W/ others: Will stare at them until they stop or throw up in each other's mouths. Finds it absolutely repulsive. Why are you doing that in public, let alone in front of him? Will comment on it, telling them that wherever they are is no place for such nonsense. Will walk away and mutter how nasty it is under his breath.

W/ S/O: No.

Nemu

W/ others: Does not care.

W/ others: Wouldn’t initiate it but would reciprocate if you did. She basically a robot ion know what you want from me.

(+ Akon)

W/ others: Why though? Might get flustered if they start making out but for the most part he gets second hand embarrassment.

W/ other: Again would get flustered by kissing, but wouldn’t necessarily push you away or tell you to stop.

Jūshirō Ukitake

W/ others- Thinks it’s so cute. Would smile and wave at the couple. If they started to get a bit more handsy with eachother his pale face would turn the brightest of pink as he excuses himself.

W S/O- In terms of the top three PDA lovers I’d say Rangiku, Shunsui/Rose tied for 2nd, then him. He’s literally the sweetest person in all the seireitei. Loves sitting out in the open with you, on a cute little picnic date. Pet names thrown around the room, hugges and kisses are open anytime. Would blush and rub the back of his head with a soft laugh and even softer smile if you ever catch him off guard in public. Would say he loves you no matter who’s around.

Kaien Shiba

W/ others: Won’t pay attention to it. They love each other, so what?

W S/O: Woule give you big bears hugs whenever he sees you. Timid smiles with a heart of gold. Around you 24/7 so everyone has gotten used to it. Your own personal shadow.

꧁༺!𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒!༺꧂

Sōsuke Aizen

W/ others. Pre betrayal Aizen would say he finds it charming in a way. Would softly smile at the two and keep going on about his day. Post betrayal Aizen would give them the side eye. Thinks it’s disrespectful to do things like that in his presence. Might rock your shit tbh.

W/ S/O- Pre betrayal Aizen would encourage it. He wants to show everyone how sweet and gentle of a boyfriend he can be. Will grab your hands, waist, hips, or arms at random times to catch you off guard. Post betrayal Aizen could not give 2 fucks.. Would come up behind you snaking his hand around your neck and kiss behind your ear, while you’re mid convo with someone might I add. Will have you sit on his throne with him, might force you too if you’ve been acting up, especially if he knows you hate attention (sinister af).

Gin Ichimaru

W/ others: Would observe them from afar. If they're getting annoying with it he’ll come up to them and purposely make them uncomfortable. Deep down though, he’ll find it cute and long for someone to connect to like that

W/ S/O: Similar to Aizen in the way he just does not care. Even after the betrayal of the Gotei 13, he stays the same. Would grab your hips and kiss along the column of your neck staring straight into the eyes of the person you're talking to. Would whisper teasing words to you no matter where you are. But as I said earlier, the real Gin would just want you to feel like you are always an attachment of him. He really does love you

Kaname Tōsen

W others: Can’t see them.

NAH IM JUST PLAYIN 😭. He thinks it’s a bit unsavory to be doin things in public. He does think, however, that if they’re that secure in the relationship and in their love they have the right to express it.

W/ S/O: Pre betrayal Kaname would hold your hands most of the time. Would possibly give you a quick peck on the cheek or forehead when he knows nobody is paying attention. Most of that stuff is in the privacy of your home. Defo gets more confident and will subtly grope you while whispering sweet nothings. Post betrayal Kaname may or may not be as strict about it. It’s 50/50 he wants you to know he loves you but he also wants to be professional. Maybe if you catch him in a less populated area. Who knows 🤷🏽‍♀️.

Kisuke Urahara

W/ others: Would watch them from behind his fan and bucket hat. Doesn’t mind it at all, he’ll just laugh about it and say that they’re just doing what most couples do.

W/ S/O: Run. Will not leave you aloneeeeeee. Will grab at any part of you. Will grab or slap your ass in public too he dgaf: But when you whip around he’s already out of sight. Now you and the other people around you are left speechless as you stomp around to find him. He loves pet names and will let them spew out whenever. Likes to tease you a lot and does it even more in public. He just like seeing you so shy (* was gonna say blush but uh…👋🏾*). He’s way more on you in private though. Laying in bed cuddled up with you is his favorite. Likes having his face smushed in your chest no matter the size. Arms around your waist and breathing softly as you play with his hair. That won’t last long though, Defo sleeps in the starfish position and will slap or kick you in the face. Good luck tho cause he sleeps like he’s dead. You’ll either push him on the floor or sleep on the couch.

Yoruichi Shihōin

W/ others: She’ll just tune it out. If it’s getting too much she’ll ask them to stop. Just don’t do it when she’s around.

W S/O: Does what she wants. Totally think she’ll love to cuddle up to you in her cat form. Lives for head and belly rubs as well as scratches to her ears. Human form Yoruichi is way more devious. Would lay her head in your lap, arms crossed as she sleeps. Would kiss your cheek, say her 2 cents and walk away. She doesn't care who's around or what you're doing. If she wants to love on you she will.

Just as another psa I don’t write for Toshiro romantically or the lieutenants from squad 2, 5, or 7.

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pshcomforts · 1 year ago

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➳ astronomy | psh.

non!idolsunghoon x fem!reader

“a tale old as time, young love don’t last for life”

synopsis: you and sunghoon broke up and ended on good terms, but you never expected to see him move on so quickly, especially on your last day of work.

warnings/content: written in third pov. pure and heavy angst. no happy ending, i’m sorry. no fluff. not proofread and cursing!

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 5.5k

a/n: fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend).

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current song playing: astronomy by conan gray

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

0:30 ─────|────────────── 3:23

“so we’re done then?”

“yeah.. uhm, we’re done..” sunghoon confirmed. “i’m sorry it had to be this way.”

“it’s okay, hoon.. we’ve both got different things going on right now. we should focus on ourselves.” y/n said with a shaky voice, hands begging to be in his warm hold again. her face lit up with a soft and reassuring smile, in hopes that he wouldn’t see through her.

he did though.

after knowing the one who he thought was her soulmate, he could read her body language and understand what she felt through observation.

“you know, i wished we never had to go through this…” hoon’s breath hitched as he swallowed back another sob. his eyes teared up at the thought of them not together again. face pale as he glanced up to see her smile gently fading away with his words.

she bit her lip and sniffled — “yeah i know.. i wish we never did either. maybe in another universe?”

the word ‘universe’ simply tore the two apart. how could they have been a match made, and yet not make it through this fallout? their eyes locked with each others, lingering to stay as their relationship began to crumble upon the quiet goodbyes in the unspoken atmosphere.

“yeah, another universe.” sunghoon affirmed, taking in a harsh gulp at the aching feel of coming to terms with harsh reality.

“goodbye, sunghoon..,” y/n softly uttered as she held onto his face for a last look. “you’ll always hold a special place.”

hoon felt the threatening tears fall down his cheeks, heart stopping at the words he thought he’d never hear. “you always will too..,” — was all he could respond back with as the chest pain worsened.

with the last few words said to each other, y/n felt the urge to leave; everything in her screaming to get out before she’d sob in his arms and never want to let go.

her heart ached to be near him, just to be in the embracing comfort of her one and only.., just one last time before she could have closure.

she didn’t though.

her body frame was out of the door as soon as she slipped through his fingers. every part in her body begged to go back but no, she couldn’t. they would’ve been in worst conditions if they had stayed together.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

months had passed since the couple broke up. long and tiring months.

many attempts to get over the other had become a daily routine. little habits were made, yet no progression had occurred.

sunghoon and y/n still loved each other. of course they did, they just kept a long distance — only hearing about one another through their friends who were dating each other.

“so have you heard from ji-woo about y/n?” hoon hesitantly asked his friend, jake.

in return, he received an eye roll and a head shake. “it’s always y/n this and y/n that. when are you gonna get over her?” the aussie boy said, slightly chuckling as he patted hoon’s shoulders.

“i just.. miss her.” he sheepishly admitted with blushing ears.

“we know, sunghoon. that’s why i’m setting you up on a date with someone tomorrow,” their other friend — jay chimed in with a beaming smile.

sunghoon’s body tensed at his words. “date? uhm i don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“oh come on hoon! you need to go out and have fun, you can’t always be stuck up on y/n. she’s probably moved on quicker than you have.” jay said with a playful scoff.

the younger sent a scowling look at him. jake laughed at the two — “maybe the date will help, hoon?”

sunghoon kept his eyes down before giving in and agreeing to the date.

jake smiled before quickly shoving his hands into his pants, bringing out his phone and texting someone without hoon knowing.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

somewhere along the ways, a loud gasp was heard from y/n’s apartment.

“NO WAY!” y/n heard her friend, ji-woo scream.

“WHAT?” y/n and her other two friends, min-su and dae yelled out together.

“uhm! nothing…,” the girl responded back with a coy smile.

the rest looked at her with wandering eyes before going back to their conversation.

“WAIT! i have to pee, i’ll be back!” y/n yelled, quickly rushing to the bathroom to do her business.

“this girl always needs to go,” min-su snorted with a slight judging voice.

“SHUT UP!” the girl in the bathroom muffled out.

everybody giggled in silence before ji-woo grabbed their attention — “GUYS! look at jake’s text!” she shoved her phone in front of their faces, quickly earning gasps from them.

“he’s going on a date already??” dae questioned in loud thoughts.

“SH! she might hear you!” ji-woo yelled out in return. “you think we should tell her though?”

min-su furiously shook her head. “no! i wouldn’t want to know if heeseung was going out with some other girl.”

the boy slightly gasped — “me too honestly…, i’d be mad if i heard jungwon was moving on.”

jake’s partner nodded her head in agreement. “that’s true, me too with jake but.. she has a right to know though doesn’t she?”

the group exchanged worried glances before hearing the bathroom door unlocked to y/n coming out with a half smile.

“were you guys talking shit or something? why is it so quiet?” she said with an eyebrow raise.

the three friends awkwardly laughed, sharing quiet side eyes before ji-woo broke the silence — “why would we talk shit?”

min-su nodded her head before adding on, “yeah plus we can’t even talk shit with you so close to the bathroom.”

y/n mouth opened in shock before hearing the cackled out laughs and gasps from dae and ji-woo. “fuck you guys too then!” she jokingly replied, rolling her eyes.

“what no! we’d never talk shit about you y/n!” dae defended while still giggling from min-su’s words.

“mhm okay, whatever,” she bitterly said.

the gang continued their giggles for a little longer. “okay guys! that’s enough, let’s watch a movie!” ji-woo announced, hands taking hold of the remote to change the topic.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a few days went by after their hangout, and y/n had to go in on her last day of work. she deeply sighed before heading in with her uniform on.

she was there for almost a year at this ice cream place, and she was suddenly being let go of the same time she was still going through a breakup — could it get any worse?

“this is going to be a long day,” the girl softly uttered.

and indeed it was.

as hours passed within her time schedule, y/n felt time go by more slower than usual. when the clock hinted that she was nearing the end of her last shift, she sighed in relief.

cleaning the countertops with all of her energy she had left, the door dinged — signifying that someone had arrived in.

y/n’s eyes glanced up in a swift to greet the customer. but once she did, she felt like her world had come to a stop.

everything froze in place after seeing her ex, sunghoon with some girl wrapping her arms around his.

her heart instantly shattered within seconds of meeting eyes with him. she swallowed down a harsh cry in her throat before shakily saying, “hello, how can i help you today?”

hoon’s eyes softly stayed on her lingering gaze. he knew what he was doing. he knew she worked there.

he just knew.

he looked away in hesitation, pressing his lips into a firm line before turning away to the menu.

“i’ll give you guys a few seconds,” y/n mumbled to the two — watching the pretty girl smile in return and turning to the boy she was on a date with.

she made her way to the back, tears instantly filling her eyes as soon as she was out of their sight.

“fuck,” the heart shattered girl quietly mumbled to herself. closing her eyes, she sighed to herself before realizing her coworker was still in the back.

“you okay, y/n?” she heard her coworker say.

“yeah i’m fine, im just giving them some time to decide.”

after a few minutes, y/n went out to check on them.

“you guys ready to order yet?” she tried to beam with her customer voice.

sunghoon’s eyes quickly went to her and softened. his eyes could say so much that he couldn’t dare to speak of. they were a clear indication that he still loved her.

y/n wanted to linger in his presence, just yearn in the feel that he was finally near her again.

but she didn’t.

she broke eye contact to look at the girl who was ready to order.

‘she’s pretty,’ she thought to herself with a gentle smile. ‘real pretty..,’

“can i get the number four in a regular, please?” she heard the gorgeous girl say.

her chest weirdly tightened at her voice before nodding her head — “of course, what else can i get for you guys?” her eyes trailed up to the boy she used to love with a heavy heart.

“can i get the number twenty one in a regular too?” sunghoon spoke in a soft tone.

there was that weird chest pain in her heart again after hearing his voice. it’d been so long since she heard him say anything, and hearing how he had ordered the exact same ice cream flavor she’d get him after work made her want to breakdown and cry.

it was a coffee flavor, and she always remembered how much he loved coffee flavored things.

y/n softly bit her lips, holding back a smile that wanted to be shown before exhaling a heavy sigh without letting him know.

“okay, will that be all for tonight?” she mumbled, praying for her pained eyes to not be obvious to him as she looked him straight in the eye.

the girl he was on a date with shook her head before looking at hoon. “no that’ll be all, thank you!”

y/n nodded her head before allowing the payment to show on their side. “okay, whenever you’re ready.”

“i’ll get it,” sunghoon uttered out to his date.

just those words had the poor girl behind the counter shaking.

he was paying. he always did.

she remembered that about him because he always offered when they were together.

“really??” the girl gasped. “you’re such a gentleman! jay was so right about you!”

in an instant second, hoon met eyes with y/n. a hint of betrayal and disbelief was displayed in the girl’s facial features before softly rolling her eyes and turning back to the screen.

‘so jay set him up…,’ she said in her own head.

“would you like your receipt?” she mumbled, trying not to sound too bitter in her tone.

if they were still together, he would’ve had a playful grin on his face with how jealous she sounded.

but they weren’t.

so sunghoon only awkwardly nodded before replying — “yes please.”

she printed out the receipt and reached her hands out. his hand reached out for it as well, but the placing was miscalculated and his hand held onto hers by accident.

her eyes blinked twice at the sudden touch of his fingers on hers. he kept his gaze on her reaction but she didn’t bother to look up at him. their hearts were pounding like crazy.

if anything, they were practically beating at the same time. it was like they were working together in harmony again.

however, when y/n let her eyes go to the clueless girl beside him, she immediately retracted her hands with a fake smile.

“here’s your receipt, we’ll get that out for you.” she turned away before she could hear their ‘thank yous’ and left near where her coworker was.

“i’ll do the coffee one,” y/n mumbled to her, adding in different toppings left and right.

as she worked on the ice cream, she heard the girl sunghoon was on a date with yell — “it’s so cool how they do that! isn’t it cool, hoonie?”

y/n’s hands froze. the chopping sounds from her ice cream scoopers no longer being heard as she tried not to show how hurt she was.

“you okay?” the coworker softly uttered to her.

“hm? oh yeah, just a muscle cramp.” she awkwardly replied, laughing it off with a hand shake before returning back to the frozen ice cream.

“oh, sorry, i’m only comfortable with hearing my close friends and family call me that.” the girl heard sunghoon stiffly respond in his most sincere tone.

y/n’s lips tried not to automatically curl into a smile with his rejection. she was never one to hate the girl, but truthfully, hearing him decline the name call was satisfying in her heart. she tried to not let her reaction show though, knowing that he’d occasionally glance at her time to time without being obvious.

when she started to top off the ice cream rolls with whipped cream and other toppings, a sudden song had boomed out throughout the building — causing her to widen her eyes.

‘glimpse of us’ by joji started to play at the right time.

she let out a soft sigh as the song continued out. “what great timing, really.” her weakened voice mumbled, shaking her head before announcing that their ice creams were ready.

y/n saw sunghoon’s tall figure stand up and walk to where she was. her heart was stupidly racing just at how close he was striding towards her.

“here you go, enjoy!” she quickly beamed with her high pitched voice, as if he was just a usual customer.

her back faced him to hide her sickened expression when she had sudden memories flooding in.

quick flashbacks of when they’d go on little adventurous dates popped in, and she was then reminded of when she’d stand up to go get their food but his hands wouldn’t let go of hers, so they’d just both go up together.

his hands couldn’t ever leave hers wherever they went. public display wasn’t a thing for him, but her hands always remained to be what he loved to be in contact with.

y/n’s brows scrunched together at the memory of him being clingy, watching how he couldn’t find it in himself to hold the new girl’s hands.

she felt tears spark at the rim of her eyes, threatening to take its fall as she was vividly reminded how happy she was with him.

the reason as to why they broke up was gone now.

someone who was once his gorgeous girl just wanted to be in that position of his date, to be sitting so close to him in that table and hear him talk about his life.

she wanted that.

she missed that.

she missed him.

“fuck this song is not helping..” y/n mumbled to herself, sniffling hard to get a hold of herself as the song was halfway through.

it loudly echoed through every corner of the place. she knew the lyrics would linger in his ears, possibly remind him about her too.

it was rest assured that he was most likely getting flashbacks just as much as she was, because she saw it in his eyes — his eyes that she missed staring into.

the girl felt her chest tighten as the heartbeats became more rapid. “fuck this, i’m gonna go take out the trash.” she grabbed the trash bin that had been gathered a few hours ago, and told her coworker what she was gonna do.

a heavy sigh heaved out of her once she realized that she was gonna have to walk pass the two who were seemingly enjoying the date so far.

she shook her head before going out and attempting to zoom pass them. as she did so, she felt his eyes on her.

sunghoon stared deeply at her as if he didn’t care if his date saw or not.

he knew that taking the trash out was dangerous. he knew because he remembered how she always told him the little scary stories of taking the trash out after her shifts — how excited she’d be to share her work stories to her partner.

the male would always scold her though, that she was stupid for going out alone because he just wanted her safe.

hoon wanted to stand up.

he just wanted to do something to ensure that the girl he could no longer protect would be safe within the few minutes she’d be gone.

but the voice of his blind date had snapped him out of it.

“is everything okay, sunghoon?” she asked, still clueless to the obvious tension between the cashier and her date.

“yeah no, i’m fine. is it good?” he excused, nodding his head to her ice cream.

“mhm!” she sweetly beamed — “wanna try it?”

sunghoon softly chuckled to pass away the awkwardness.

“no it’s okay, i’m sure it’s delicious.” he rejected with a light smile.

“you’ve been a little tense though. you wanna get out of here?” he heard the girl suggest.

his mouth opened into a shape of an ‘o’ as he truthfully just wanted to go home by himself. his eyes never met with hers, though still nodding and saying, “sure, we can go.”

sunghoon and the girl he was on a date with left out of the door, not forgetting to move the chairs back in its rightful place.

as they walked out, the loud rolling of the trash bin could be heard — hinting that y/n was nearby.

as soon as he turned his head to the other side, she was right there — returning with the trash bin in one hand.

“have a great day!” she mindlessly said to them, pressing her lips into a forced smile before entering back in.

the tall boy was slightly confused. he thought there’d be more tension, more yearning to look at each other again but that was it.

she said her greeting to them and was gone before he could long for her.

“thank you,” he heard his date say.

hoon was taken aback for a second before realizing it was best to just leave it as is. he gestured his date to the bus station, leaving y/n fully alone for the night.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

as the long lasting minutes of y/n’s shift finally finished, she closed up the store with her coworker.

the entire time she cleaned, she forgot it had been her last day with how the sudden appearance of her ex busied her mind. she never expected him to enter in, and to see him with someone else was almost like a stab in the back.

“get home safe, y/n! can’t believe this was my last day with you, i’ll miss you so much.” her coworker said with a slight frown.

“mhm you too! i’ll miss you too!!” the girl responded back.

she bid her coworker goodbye before turning back to the doors and locking them.

“finally..,” she mumbled with her eyes closed.

y/n let her body drag itself down onto the ground, hands reaching over to her face to cover herself as she started to breakdown.

being let go and encountering an ex on a date at her workplace was definitely something she was not expecting.

everything came crumbling down once the poor girl had the reminder of it being her last day from her coworker. tears streamed down her face as her vision slowly went into a blur.

y/n harshly sniffled, eyes still covered as she broke down even harder.

she knew it was stupid to cry in public.

and she knew it was especially dangerous since it was dark, and had to wait for the bus. she knew but at this point, what even mattered?

the girl gave a sigh out once she realized what she was doing. “come on y/n, don’t let it get to you.” she mumbled under her breath, hoping that nobody would come across the sobbing young adult in front of a closed store.

“you wanna talk about it?” a voice suddenly aired out.

a familiar voice at that.

her eyes widened, and she felt her heartbeats in her throat. she blinked a few more times before trailing her eyes up at the tall figure in front of her.

“sunghoon??” she questioned with a dry throat and watery eyes. the handsome boy gave a light chuckle that made her quickly stand up to her feet. “what are you doing here?”

“you’re still being unsafe, aren’t you?” hoon mindlessly said with a smile on his face.

y/n took a gulp, avoiding eye contact as she remained a little unsure on how to approach this situation. “why are you here hoon?” she asked, tone becoming a little more cold this time.

✩ ‘you said distance brings fondness but guess not with us’ ✩

he felt his heart stop at the nickname. it had been so long since he heard her call him that.

his eyes looked glassy as he attempted a smile. “just wanted to make sure you got home safe,” the boy faintly mumbled, causing y/n to barely process his words.

“you should go home.”

her heart was heavy with burden as she yearned to hear that he wanted to keep her safe, but she wasn’t his to worry about anymore.

sunghoon chuckled, scratching the back of his nape as he responded, “i can’t knowing that you’re out here alone.”

y/n nodded her head — “don’t you have a date to get back to?”

the petty tone was made clear in her voice even though she tried to sound unfazed.

the male smiled at her words, relieved to know that she definitely still had something for him.

“i took her home and made sure she got safe, but i needed to make sure that you got home safe too.”

she didn’t say anything as she only sniffled and nodded her head, wiping away the few tears she had before looking at him.

“well i’m fine so, you can go. thanks.”

y/n attempted to leave, not wanting to deal with such a mess anymore, only to be held back by his hand gripping onto her forearm. her body turned back towards him, a little more closer now as his hold caused her to slightly tumble.

“what, sunghoon?” she spoke with cold eyes.

hoon’s gaze never changed.

they remained soft with how he couldn’t reflect the cold shoulder she was trying to display. “let me walk you home,” he said while letting his grip go gentle.

y/n gulped at how his facial expression were so stern yet soft. her mind was saying no, but her heart was begging for another interaction.

“fine..,” she uttered in defeat.

the boy couldn’t help the coil in his lips that made him smile, and she noticed. she watched him try to hide away his precious grin that she loved when they were together.

as they walked along the street, their hands constantly bumped against each others, leaving little lingering touches with how their fingers just wanted to dangle together.

sunghoon wished to intertwine his hands with hers and keep their hands deep in his pockets, because that was what he used to do.

on cold days like these, he’d always shove their hands together in his jackets — engulfing her cold fingertips while using the weather as an excuse just to have some form of physical touch.

hoon remembered each time they did that on their walks, and y/n did too. they both did, and they both wanted to hands again.

they were so close too.

the boy’s hands almost reached for hers, which were only centimeters apart.

but y/n pulled away, shoving her own hands into her comfy pockets, unbeknownst that he was gonna attempt such a thing.

his lips pressed into a firm line before putting his own hands into his jacket as well to keep them warm.

“so.. you got laid off?” sunghoon awkwardly spoke, trying to break the silence.

his once lover turned to him with a slight head nod, not bothering to remark on how rude he was sounding in a playful way — because that was what they always did, tease each other.

“yep… today was my last day,” she muttered.

quiet sniffles were heard from her side as she got reminded of being let go once again. the girl bit her lips in hopes that he didn’t hear anything, or would possibly try and ignore it. but he heard it.

of course he would.

he always made sure he knew every small detail about her, and knowing her tone and demeanor through the voice cracks were just the tip of it. the small sniffles he picked up on just ensured that she wasn’t okay, and it broke his heart.

“i’m sorry,” hoon mumbled back.

“it’s not your fault, you don’t have to be sorry.” she said, softly laughing at his choice of words. “how was your date?”

he turned his head to her with an eyebrow raise.

in return, she rolled her eyes before nudging her elbow with his shoulder.

“oh come on, you know i had to ask that. that’s the biggest highlight of today.”

sunghoon smiled as he saw her lighten up a little more. “not sure if i should tell you,” he softly said with a teasing tone.

“oh please hoon, oh sorry.. sunghoon,” y/n paused for a second in shame.

continuing on as if nothing happened, she added — “you seemed like you had fun.”

the two were now approaching closer to her apartment complex as their topic remained out in the air.

“you want me to be honest?”

she felt the pulse of her heartbeats hitting her hand as her chest physically tightened again.

long story short, no, she didn’t want to.

she didn’t want to hear how well he was doing without her because how could he move on so quickly?

“she doesn’t compare to you,” her favorite boy quickly confessed with a pant.

y/n felt like her heart had dropped and then rapidly pick up once she got a hold of his words.

“what?” she mumbled under her breath.

“i can’t believe i’m admitting this,” hoon said with a slight chuckle, scratching the nape of his neck as he turned to face her. “i only went out with her because jay wanted me to. he was sick and tired of seeing me mope around with the loss of you.”

the girl tried to laugh the awkward confession off as she replied, “what..? you were moping around because of me?”

her hand reached to hit his arm almost instinctively before she stopped herself — “oh, sorry.. that would’ve been awkward.”

sunghoon grinned. “it’s okay, y/n…,”

they were now in front of her apartment complex, both reaching to a stop before facing each other.

“you know..,” he stopped his words to look at her deeply in the eyes. “i still look for you in every person.”

her heart stopped and tightened again at his sudden confession. her eyes instantly watered with tears as it took everything in her to hold back another breakdown.

“don’t..”

“what?” his face moved in a little closer to hers.

“don’t make me fall in love with you again.”

she turned her gaze away, mouth shaking as tears fell out without even realizing.

“y/n..,” sunghoon gently called, hands now reaching for hers distinctively.

he didn’t care if they were exes anymore. he just wanted to feel some kind of touch from her.

his hand attempted to hold hers but in seconds, she pulled herself into a hug with him instead.

her arms wrapped around his body, tightening with every second she was losing him.

“gorgeous?” he called again.

y/n missed hearing him call her that, but all she could do was shake her head on his chest.

his heart sank at the acknowledgment that this hug was what she needed all day.

it was what she longed for after exhausting hours.

knowing that she usually wasn’t the biggest person for physical touch, he softened at how much she simply melted in his arms.

the tall male wasn’t one to do public display, but for her? he was okay with it.

if she needed a hug, he was still willing to give one even if they were no longer together.

“you’re okay y/n, i’m here.” hoon softly uttered in her ear.

and it was like she was hit with a big reality check.

her eyes widened, realizing that she had given in for a hug. she quickly pushed herself off of him, breath a little shaky as she watched him only give a faint smile.

“i’m sorry sunghoon, i shouldn’t have hugged you. that was out of line, especially since we’re not together anymore. i just.., i just needed a hug but it’s okay.”

“y/n-“

“we can’t.”

the boy gave a half smile before approaching closer. his hand met her cold cheeks, giving gentle rubs with his thumb as he reassuringly said, “i know.” his eyes had now been the one to be sparked with tears. “which is why i’m letting you go now.”

y/n broke down right there.

the heart shattering truth that they both had to come to terms with hit them like a train wreck.

once she let the tears fall down her cheeks, sunghoon did too.

this had been one of the first few times she’s witnessed hoon break down and cry in their years together. the wet tears rapidly streamed down as he remained his best to look strong.

“be more safe from now on since i won’t be there anymore.” he muttered with a trembling voice.

the girl harshly bit her lips as his hand still remained on her cheek. he hated that he was the reason she was crying, but there couldn’t be any other way.

“i always thought you were the one and even now, i still do, so i think we shouldn’t talk until we both know we can handle seeing each other happy without the other.” he added in.

sunghoon attempted to keep a smile on his face, but couldn’t with how heart wrenching y/n had looked.

her eyes and nose were red, and her lips were trembling with fear.

“hoon, please…”

the name call shattered his heart into a million pieces.

it was the last time he was ever gonna hear her call him that, and he tried to savor it but he couldn’t. his heart was barely beating with how much pain was being endured.

“you’re right, but how could i ever get over someone like you? someone who was my soulmate?” y/n confessed with a weakened smile.

usually, he’d tease with how the girl he loved just admitted that he was her soulmate. but not this time.

he couldn’t.

the word ‘soulmate’ had him drop more tears in front of her.

he heard his pretty girl hiccup breaths of air in as her sobs slowly got louder.

“you were my everything, sunghoon.” y/n whispered, hands reaching up to hold the one that held onto her cheek.

his face was now pale as he plastered a soft grin that laced reassurance. “another universe right?” he spoke with a voice crack.

“right..,” the girl affirmed.

“i’ll be waiting for you then..,” hoon said with a hopeful smile.

he sniffled again before letting more tears fall, approaching closer to her facial features while whispering, “my pretty girl.”

✩ ‘it’s time to go’ ✩

he was handsome, of course he was.

he was drop dead handsome and y/n wanted to admire him, knowing that that’d possibly be the last time she’d ever see him again.

sunghoon moved closer to place a longing kiss on her forehead, lips trembling as she felt the running tears softly wet her own cheeks.

he pulled away, wishing he could linger just a little longer in her presence with eyes that were still filled with unsaid words.

unsaid words that she knew what he couldn’t say aloud.

the male let a small grin play on his lips before attempting to pull away his hand that still remained on her cheek — only to be held back by y/n’s grip. her hold tightened as her eyes screwed shut.

she didn’t want to let go. she wasn’t ready and she knew he wasn’t either.

but the odds were never in their favor.

so sunghoon let his hands slip out of her fingers as she instantly loosened the hold right after.

he gave another soft, reassuring smile before nodding — not wanting to say another word that could crack out weeping goodbyes.

✩ ‘you can’t force the stars to align when they’ve already died’ ✩

and that was it.

their closure was given, and even if they didn’t want to break up, it was written in the stars that they had to.

right person, wrong timing.

their timing could never be right with each other, and they both knew that. it wouldn’t have worked out no matter how hard they tried.

it’s astronomy after all, they’re two worlds apart.

✩ ‘the only mistake that we didn’t make was run’ ✩

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xjulixred45x · 1 year ago

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Its me or the collector/hunter would be such a mama's boy if they had one?

OMG THEY WOULD REAAAAAALY BE!!!

Hunter so SO needs someone who really cares about and loves him just the way he is, maybe a head of the Emperor's coven(or Even maybe Darius S/o??) or some older scout than the one who insists on treating him like a child (WHAT HE IS) and at first he doesn't have a clue or idea of how to act on this (thanks Belos) but eventually he becomes less rigid and rude and more a bit embarrassed but he doesn't avoid it.

Hunter would melt if a person he considers a mother figure gave him words of affirmation and told him how much he is worth, HOW GOOD HE IS and that she is PROUD of him. bby would start crying right there.

He would definitely be very protective of this mother figure, I don't think he would prevent her from going on missions or do her work, but he makes sure that they go together and he always goes in front of her, he will always defend her if things get ugly, he even received hits from her. He acts like it's nothing or that he's not being a favorite at all, but everyone knows it.

(If he calls her mama/mom/mother or whatever he BEGGS THE TITAN to swallow him and spit him out into the boiling sea. But maybe he'll talk to her about Willow for dating advice).

The Collector (or Collie) would definitely be another mama's boy, only obviously more extreme due to his almost god-like powers, but he could definitely use someone to guide him firmly but gently to learn mortality and family love well after the history. something like his own Eda.

Seeing it that way, perhaps this maternal figure could be 1- or one of the archivists who stayed with him in his days on earth (being more like brothers) or an older person very interested in the mythology of the titan and others ( maybe even part of the tribe that hunted them and that worshiped the collector, but on a much healthier spectrum obviously).

In any case, when this person is not only willing to listen to the collector's rants but even play with him as much as possible, without wanting to get rid of him and giving him mature and motherly love, he is surprised, yes, but he likes it! and wants more! so he even calms down a little with physical affection from this maternal figure.

Imagine if this mother figure sang for him to sleep🥹I think it would give Collie such a hit of dopamine that he couldn't sleep without her after that, at least for the first few months.

He doesn't like it very much when she scolds him for having been rude or careless, not only because he is a somewhat spoiled child with no sense of consequences, but because he doesn't like to think that his mother hates him :( if he thinks about it too much he will ugly cry.

although he definitely apologizes afterwards and gives a lot of hugs (please give him hugs).

Overall, GIVE THESE TWO LOVE. THEY DESERVE IT.

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Mariners Apartment Complex - Diluc Ragnvindr

.·:*¨༺ Chapter One ༻¨*:·.

.·:*¨༺ tags for this chapter: jealousy, childhood friends, teenage sweethearts gone south, maybe spoliers for dilucs backstory, thoughts of cheating, Donna is her own tag here, angst if you squint. Reader knows shes in the wrong - this has a big fat chance of turn slightly dark content for the second chapter. - word count: 4.7k - crossposted from ao3!!

.·:*¨༺ Summary: It's been years since he changed from his teenage, bright self. But like phoenixes, you've seen him rise from the ashes of the incident that changed the trajectory of his whole life.

How can you not love him like time has never passed? Even with his sudden new relationship you feel like your hearts are connected, two cracked halves of the same whole that fit perfectly. Surely you can worm your way back into the forefront of his mind, right? Even if you know very well you shouldn't?

Attending guests on business dinners at the winery is not a regular nor strange occurrence, however, what is an uncommon sight is seeing Master Diluc without his girlfriend, Donna, glued at his side.

It was no surprise that he was going to end up with Donna, the girl was infamous for being the first thing you heard when you step foot into Mondstadt city with her sighing of his name; 'Oh, Master Diluc…', it's all the poor woman seems to know how to say. If this was a fantasy, she would belong to a temporal loop in which she would be stuck.

You wouldn't call yourself jealous, after all, you've been serving the Ragnvindrs since you were a teenager, thanks to crepus generosity of giving a homeless young girl a roof above her head, yourself promising to be a fast learner and help in gratitude of shelter and a warm bed. That was almost a decade ago, his death a long while past us, with Master Diluc's disappearance for years also left behind for it to be forgotten with all the anguish it brought, all the things that belonged to the shadows and the cover of the night.

You wondered if his touch was as warm as when you two used to sneak into eachothers beds at night to sleep cuddled and warm. One would think 'damn, his girlfriend must be so lucky to sleep each night by his side' but the reality is that Donna hasn't ever stepped foot into the Winery, not even once at night. You're not even sure if she ever did by daylight, too.

Addie left you in charge of manning the maids in the dining room as she went back to lead the kitchen. This left you with the important task of not only making sure the girls did their jobs accurately but also serving the man that plagued your thoughts tonight. The painful reminder of knowing how to read his expressions and seeing how much this social gathering was wearing him down made your heart squeeze for a second, but you couldn't exactly dwell on it right now. Looking at your pocket watch, it was about time to start clearing out plates if no one else was still eating, the desserts should be rolling out in half an hour by the schedule you memorized these past few days.

Approaching Diluc, you want to give him a minute of mercy, away from the constant buzz of voices networking businesses that bounce off the cozy walls of the dining room. Your hands fold over your apron, politely bowing to speak low, face leveled against his ear. "Master Diluc, why don't you go pick the next bottle of wine to serve our guests? I seem to recall Connor deemed the batch as almost finished." A pause, Diluc looking ahead at some point visible to only him. His face hadn't even changed a bit, but he grunted in affirmation. Your voice was low, but airy in an effort to not let anyone else listen in, "a point for everyone, you get to escape a little bit, i can tidy up the plates from the table and you get some valuable feedback on that batch," A pause, "what do you say, hmm?".

You lean back, smiling, speaking a bit more loud to command the attention to you, away from him. "The dessert should be getting out in a few moments, Master Diluc." The corner of his lip twitches upwards at the gesture, almost imperceptible but you see how the tension lessens on his frame for a mere second.

Diluc makes a big movement of dabbing his mouth with his napkin after a gulp of juice, then placing it on the table. You step back and away from him as he speaks, the dining room growing silent for a second to hear its host. "If you'll excuse me, I remembered today my winemaker, Connor, had finished a new batch of wine. I would like to get some feedback from you all." a pause, some murmurs of excitable agreement sounding among the guests. "Perfect, I shall be back." As he gets up from the table, he gestures towards you, "Please don't hesitate to ask her for aid should you need it while I'm gone, she's the right hand of our headmaid, more than capable of helping and directing." He passes a cold, stern glance around the grand dining table, as if daring anyone to disrespect his maid staff; then, he exits the dining hall towards the cellars in search of a moment of silence and calm, his steps controlled but full of urgency to flee the crowded room.

Once Diluc's footsteps faded out, you did a small curtsy at the guests. "Thank you for your patience while Master Diluc returns from the cellars." Your hands now rest behind you, posture straight but not tense. "If you don't mind, my girls will start to pick up your plates and tidy up for the upcoming dessert." Walking opposite to where Diluc left, you raise your voice just enough to be carried through the hallway leading to the kitchen, but not loud enough to disrupt any of the resuming talk in the room.

"Moco! Hillie! It's time! Please bring a new jug of fresh water each!" you walk back to your place on the corner of the room, right beside a nice, big portrait of Crepus. All the guests are taking part in their own conversations, some of them expressing their curiosity towards the new wine Diluc is bringing. Moco and Hillie come walking through the door, carrying three cold water jugs, surely Addie's doing. Surprisingly, as if your thoughts summoned her, she comes walking behind the pair, back straightened and cold, steely gaze analyzing the room. It softens almost imperceptibly when her eyes land on you, and she makes her way closer as Moco and Hillie start tending to the guests.

"Dear, where is Master Diluc?" she says, tone low enough to not draw attention to you both. You look at her from the corner of your vision, then back at the maids tending to the guests, your hands shift where they are clasped behind you.

"He was getting overwhelmed and fed up, so I sent him to fetch some of that new wine with Bulle Fruits from Fontaine, the one Connor thought was almost finished for a bigger batch?" You shrugged "He seemed like he needed the break." A pause, Addie hums in agreement. "It's a good thing y'know who isn't here to add onto that stress though." You feel a slight push of shoulders, playful in nature, slightly scolding like a mother would. "Now, don't be like that, you know well it's not our place to judge his partners." You open your mouth slightly to refute Adelinde, but she beats you to the punch. "No matter how much you love him either now or years ago."

You don't even bother to answer her, this is not the time nor the place to have that long, worn down conversation. Adelinde sighs softly, and it's full of distress over having to remain impartial between the ones she considers her adoptive children. "Why don't you take a break? Take the cart full of dirty dishes and empty jugs back to the kitchen…" Her hand comes to rest comfortingly in the middle of your back and it rubs there small, but soothing circles, trying to mask for the guests to stay clueless as to what the two of you were talking about. "Besides, you're better than me at finishing decorating the desserts." She winks quickly and you chuckle, taking the metaphorical olive branch extended to you.

"Okay, then, let me see if anyone needs anything before I go away." You smile at her and walk towards the head of the table, where Dilucs empty chair waits for him. "Excuse me, can I have your attention for a second?" The conversation dies down as a table full of eyes stare at you, and you briefly understand why Diluc almost ran away from the room, "thank you so much, i will be leaving you all in the care of our Headmaid, Adelinde. As Master Diluc said, should you need something, don't hesitate to ask her," A pause, Adelinde nods her head, face hardened and commanding. "I hope you all enjoy the desserts that will be coming out as soon as Master Diluc comes back. I hope you have a good rest of the dinner." You do quite the elegant curtsy, though small, and promptly get a hold of the loaded cart, pushing it towards the kitchen as the room regains the chatter.

After leaving the cart for the kitchen staff to take care of, you decide to quickly check on Diluc, noticing he has been gone for too long. Was he more overwhelmed than he let on? Were you rusty reading Diluc's body language? No matter, it's your job and responsibility to make sure he is taken care of, you promised Crepus as much a long time ago.

Getting to the cellars without going through the dining room wasn't that hard, the heavy door sheltering the room from the constant buzz of people that can still be heard here. You knock lightly on the wood, before pressing both hands against the door to open it with a little bit of effort. You speak low and smooth as it opens silently, "Diluc? Are you here? You've been gone for too long now." Silence almost blankets over you heavily as the door closes with a soft click, and you hum curiously at the mane of bright red hair peeking from between barrels at the other side of the cellars, then snorting at the childishness of hiding away and far from the inside entrance.

Walking in his direction, you repeat yourself, this time more playful, more as a friend than a maid. Your heart squeezes at that thought, but you forcefully cast that aside for later. "'Luuc…" The sound of your shoes on the floor and the skirts rustling as you walk is the loudest thing in the room, bouncing off barrels and shelves full of bottles and other brewing supplies. He grunts, silent as ever. "You okay there? I was starting to worry, you've been gone for longer than it takes grabbing a bottle and going back…" You look at him, searching for any sign of discomfort in his face and body.

"No… I'm fine, just tired of people sucking up to me for business." He sighs, you frown and look at the shelves of wine bottles to your left and spot an unlabeled one, that must be the wine you suggested. Your hands dance around you with uncertainty as you battle yourself between touching his arms to try to comfort him like you did all those years back or just crossing them to not make any wrong movements. You fail to see how he's looking at your face, searching for something and tracing the contours of your face while you're lost in thought about how to approach this without making him clam up emotionally.

He finally sucks in air slowly, sighing heavily, making heat bloom in your belly at the sound being so close and being the only thing that is breaking the heavy silence in the cellar, but it also makes you feel thorns coiling and constricting around your heart, reminding you that this side of him does not belong to you, his voice breaking that train of thoughts before they fully poison your body. "Don't worry, this is the last business dinner until next season starts." His hand comes up to grab the outlier bottle on the shelf, elegant leather gloves getting into your field of vision and closing around the neck of it. "I'm sorry I made you worry." The liquid inside the bottle dances and sloshes against the dark glass as it's lifted and moved away into his personal space. You sigh and smile, tight lipped, thinking that it could be worse and your heart squeezes once again at that. "It's okay, I don't mind, really." Worse than how painful it is? Your home is here, with them, no matter what and how much your heart feels like it shatters when you see him smile at another woman.

He hums, his gaze feels like it's burning a hole in the middle of your face. "Let's go, Adelinde must be worried about me now." He motions with his head towards the door, bottle firmly grasped in one hand as the other comes to grab your forearm softly, tugging you in front of him and prompting you to walk first. When his head moves, a small lock of hair falls close to his eyes, and you stop in your tracks instinctively.

"Wait, let me…" your free arm comes up to his face to slowly tuck the stray hair away from his face and make it look like it's framing his face on purpose. You realize what you've done and your face quickly warms up, retreating your hand like you just burned yourself. "There, just- Ummm- Errrrr… Let's go." you start walking away, tugging diluc along. His grip never falters nor tightens, your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest and you're sure your ears are red as his hair. His hold feels warm and heavy despite the gentleness with which he's grabbing your forearm, as if you were made of glass.

You pull him along as you both pick up the pace, not quite running but still walking pretty fast. Weaving around the hallways you know like the back of your hand, you take Diluc around to the one closest to the dining room. The light feel of his hand on your arm feels heavier than it should, and you're sure that your ears are tinted red. Stopping abruptly a few meters away from the doorway to the dining room, his chest collides softly with your side as he tries to avoid bumping into you, hearing an almost inaudible 'oof' close to your ear that makes your blush bloom even more if it was possible. You start speaking really low, internally grateful that the carpet under your feet muffles both your steps.

"There, shoo, go!" For the first time since you took off with him in tow, you look at Diluc, and you notice him looking at you in a particular way that you haven't seen since before Crepus died. There was vulnerability on his face, cheeks slightly reddened, searching your face like you're about to disappear in a 'poof!' under his grasp just like an abyss mage does when teleporting itself, his hand unconsciously twitches as if to assure himself that you're real. And the first thing you think is 'This is Wrong'. You shouldn't have done that but your relationship with Diluc has always been like a moth to the flame. Is this how Icarus felt drawn to fly close to the sun? The irony of his pyro vision is not lost on you, and you hate how thrilled it makes you feel, the possibility of placing your hand on the fireplace, cradling the flames and interlacing burning fingers.

You shouldn't be enjoying how he's looking at you, and vaguely you think again that this is wrong and that gaze and sentiment should be reserved for his actual partner. Sucking in a sharp but mostly silent breath full of disappointment, you gently pry his hand from your arm, feeling the warmth of his hand through the leather gloves and suppressing the overwhelming need to intertwine your hands. "...Go, 'Luc." Your voice shakes slightly, and the loss of his hold on your arm makes your heart painfully squeeze again, you don't want to look at him in fear of seeing his reaction, the thought of seeing any other emotion than his usual stoicism in his eyes will make you fold. He sighs, and it sounds strained, almost disappointed. "Hm, sure."

You see him walk past you from the corner of your eye, and as soon as he does, you look at his back, flaming red hair standing out even in the dim lights of the corridors. As soon as he disappears from your sight, you exhale heavily, the sound bouncing off the walls of the corridor. Picking up the pace back in the direction of the kitchen, you try to think about your duties and the finishing touches of the desserts that surely are waiting for you, but Diluc's disappointed sigh before you sent him on his way is ingrained in your mind, poisoning every single thought, your feet feeling like they're about to take you there and cause a scene just to feel his touch on your skin again, to make him realize you're here to stay and take care of him.

Once the desserts are rolled out of the kitchen, thankfully being carried away by Moco and Hillie, you go around the manor making sure everything's in place, stress cleaning and leaving everything pristine behind you. Crossing paths with Addie, all it takes is one look at you for her to know something happened during the time where the two of you were missing from the business dinner together in the cellars, her face telling you she feels as troubled as you are. You vaguely recall going back to the kitchen, since any guest seeing you cleaning in the middle of the gathering was not ideal by any means.

Diluc couldn't wait until the dinner was over and he could go back to enjoy the usual silence of the Winery. His hands twitch for the weight of his claymore, finding it a calming presence, maybe he can sneak out to beat up some treasure hoarders that camp either in the Liyue border… or some of the usual hilichurls that attack people in the trails to the Winery? That is if the Traveler didn't do it already… Adelinde is serving the guests the wine you suggested and Diluc is watching them raptly to see how they like it, all the while sighing tiredly behind his cup of grape juice.

He then begins to explain to the guests what the new brew has in it. "We wanted to experiment a little with flavors, so we thought to make a first time limited run of a few batches of our signature dandelion wine with Bulle fruit from Fontaine." The room falls almost silent as he speaks, the guests listen to him and the only sounds heard are hums or wine glasses clinking with the dessert cutlery and plates. "This is by no means the final product, but it's in the final stages." Some people taste the wine eagerly, their faces excited to be able to take part in this exclusive tasting experience. "We… the brewers mostly, of course, hope people like the new flavors enough to incorporate it as a seasonal variety moving forward." Diluc's own wine glass sits untouched besides his juice cup, his distaste for alcohol known to everyone present so no one bats an eye at it being left aside.

As he looks around to watch the guests' reactions to the tasting, his mind can't get over how warm your arm is and how it just fits in his hand. He felt like he was thrown back to when you all were teenagers, and how he and Kaeya used to drag you around with them, making you skip your self-imposed responsibilities knowing neither Crepus nor Addie would scold you for being a teenager just like them. All the nights sneaking off between the vineyards under the cover of the moon, not knowing anything better. Both of you shedding off the titles of youngest Captain of the Knights and youngest maid of the Ragnvindrs just to act like the teenagers you were.

But the reminder of his girlfriend, Donna, feels like someone dunked him back into one of the snezhnayan lakes in the middle of their eternal winter naked while asleep, bringing him back to reality, and making him find himself in the middle of a conversation with someone where he was answering in autopilot. Taking the reins of his consciousness again, he answers to the Liyuean merchant that was to his right. "Thank you for the feedback, please make sure to tell my brewer, Connor, your suggestions, he knows much more than me about this and is better equipped to receive the feedback and apply it to the brewing process." His tone was polite but deflecting, he was right though, no one knows the brews better than Connor. If he relayed the message without knowing what he was talking about, it wouldn't be the same, neither productive to the brewing process.

Some people nod at this comment as Diluc turns to the rest of the guests to say something. "Since we're a lot of people and Connor is already at home as he should be, I will ask that any feedback you may have, be it negative or positive," He makes a pause to let that fact sink in. "I'll ask you to please write a letter and send it here to the Winery for Connor to read and manage." He picks up his glass of grape juice and sips on it to parch his dry mouth, everyone is waiting for him to keep speaking and he feels a vein about to pop under the collar of his coat from having so much attention directed at.

"Nevertheless, I preemptively thank you all for the feedback on the new brew should you have it." Conversation resumes and Diluc breathes deeply as he looks at the wall clock, seeing there's at least an hour left of hearing more business proposals and the chatter of guests filling the usually silent winery.

His mind goes back to you again. Why was he feeling like this? He has a girlfriend already, these feelings for you should have been left with the old Diluc, the one he abandoned when he decided to go on a rampage of vengeance in Snezhnaya. And he can't delude himself thinking this is a fluke, that his need for a moment of calm away from socializing today was a moment of weakness. He knew these feelings very well, the almost familial but too romantic love for you that nothing could ever replace or make him forget about it. A guest to his left taps his arm, a worried expression on their face, Diluc realizes his face must be showing his inner turmoil, he smiles, tight lipped. "I'm okay, thanks…",

Damn himself and his ever wandering mind today, the guest touching his arm discreetly makes him think of how he can still feel the warmth of your hand brushing his hair away from his face still, even after probably more than an hour, he can still feel the phantom of touch from your hands; how they were still careful with him and the touch a bit roughed up from all the cleaning work that entails being a maid. He wonders idly if you still fret over taking care of them with creams and balms, if they still smell like that Glaze Lilies hand cream Crepus gifted you once and you kept buying from that point onwards. Maybe the years made them even rougher, does he even know them by heart still? And a dark, twisted corner wonders how much different your hands feel from Donna's- he pauses his train of thought, realizing he doesn't even remember how his girlfriend's hands feel on his, he never cared to take off his gloves around the woman, showing his scarred hands from fighting.

The sudden weight of someone's hand on his shoulder makes his whole back go rigid for a few seconds, hands tightening ready to summon his claymore in the middle of the dining room to swing it over the table, until he recognizes Addie's motherly touch and her ever lasting smell of home close to him. "Master Diluc, carriages are starting to arrive to pick up guests. They're starting to line up on the road, if you want to start closing up everything here."

He grunts softly in response, seeing the guests pretty much done with their wine glasses and desserts. When there's a lull in the conversation from people seeing Adelinde by him, he leaves his napkin on the table as he stands up, commanding the weight of the attention in the room back onto his shoulders. "Thank you to everyone who lives in other nations for taking the time to travel all the way to Mondstadt, I hope the dinner was to your liking and that you all had the opportunity to make connections with new businesses…" Pausing, his shoulders tense from wanting this to be over with. "But most of all thank you for continuing to support us and our wines, some of you recently since I took over the business, others since probably before my father."

He informs the guests that carriages are starting to arrive to take them either back home or to the nearest hotel. Moco and Hillie return everyone's belongings and coats under the watchful eye of Addie, Diluc oversees and says his farewells to the guests, watchful for any monsters appearing. The lack of you fleeting around the younger maids, replaced by the more strict and applied Adelinde makes him feel distracted, conflicted with his uncharacteristic wandering mind tonight. He really needs to fucking decompress before he accidentally flings his claymore inside the winery or burns through his gloves, anything to get your closeness earlier and the annoying guilt of not personally knowing his so called girlfriend out of his brain.

The Winery falls into the usual calmness after all the guests say their goodbyes and take their carriages away into the city or towards the Liyue border on their way to Wangshu Inn. You were elbow deep into the murky waters of dirty dishes and kitchen supplies in hopes of erasing his flushed face from the forefront of your mind. But of course, nothing related to him will ever leave your head that easily, you've tried so many times, but Diluc is a constant in your mind ever since you came to work for the Ragnvindrs.

The phantom feeling of his secure grip around your forearm is still there, even with the cold water around it as you rinse the soapy silverware and porcelain dishes, it burns your skin in a way you haven't felt in years. The last time you recall yearning for a second of his touch is before he left Mondstadt all those years ago, leaving behind all the people close to him with a hole in their hearts, and yours especially by the way you were left only with Addie, a broken heart, an empty house, and a whole new Kaeya. A childhood friend that looked at you like you were a ghost haunting and tormenting him.

When Diluc came back from traveling, he was bigger, stronger, and more handsome. But he looked like he was plagued by the things he saw during that time away from home, and thinking about the first encounter after his disappearance makes your heart squeeze. He came home with new battle scars, more ragged and roughened up, you know some of them hurt on particularly humid days, or after a long night out doing god knows what and you find bloodied bandages in between his laundry while you collect it. You wish you were blown off the face of Teyvat with one of Klee's jumpty dumpty's when Addie deflects what he does after hours in the city or insinuates that he's with Her. A scowl makes itself present on your face at the thought of Diluc with Donna and not Home, where he belongs.

Unbeknownst to you, tonight would be another night where he's not home, as he's telling Adelinde he might be out until morning, to not wait for him awake as soon as the last carriage is gone from view and Moco and Hillie are finishing tidying and cleaning the empty dining room, leaving them alone in the front of the big house.

a/n: its finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!! i needed this OUTTTTTTTT of my system its been almost a year since i started it. thank you kiri for the support through this madness and reading it on its first rough stages ♡ thanks for reading!! reblogs are appreciaed ♡

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE. this work belongs to hiperacid2

#diluc x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #cw jealousy #cw cheating

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blushk1tten · 1 year ago

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This is like hyper specific but I would love to read about barista!reader x schlatt. Like he comes in pretty frequently and reader remembers his order and then she has the guts to write on his cup her phone number

Idk just something cutesy <3

here you are! i hope this is cutesy! <3

the first time he came in, it was a slow, drizzly day. you were cleaning out the espresso machine, and hoping that a customer didn't come in who wanted one. so, when you saw him, that was your first thought. your second thought was that he was a handsome looking guy. his curls were damp from the light rain outside, his facial hair was grown into a nice pair of mutton chops, and his eyes were the same light brown as the coffee beans you worked with. your interest in him made the next thing you had to say that much more embarassing.

"hi, welcome to i love you a latte, what can i get you today?"

he chuckled a bit at the cafe's name, a deep sound that sent more butterflies in your stomach. "hi. can i just have a hot chocolate and one of those little bacon and egg sandwiches to go?"

"coming right up! can i get a name?"

the man thought for a minute, as if deciding what name to use, before finally speaking. "schlatt."

it was an interesting name, probably a nickname, you figured. alas, you didn't have time to think about the handsome man. so, you got to work, making his hot chocolate and bacon and egg sandwich. it wasn't a very difficult order, and usually you would get it done pretty quickly, but you would hate to see him leave. so, you made it a bit slower than usual.

once his order was ready, you called his name, making him perk up and walk back up to the counter. "for schlatt. have a great day!"

"thanks, you too." he grinned, grabbing his cup and bag, and heading back out.

you sighed forlornly, figuring that was was the last you would see of the handsome man. then, the next week, he came back two times. the week after that, he returned four times, until eventually, he became a daily customer. at least, he was whenever you were working. you learned his real name was johnathan, that he was from new york city, and that, surprisingly, he wasn't a fan of coffee or hot beverages. the only thing he would drink at the cafe was the hot chocolate. it made you curious why he kept coming back.

then, one day, you finally got a clue.

"here you go, jay. have a nice day!" you smiled as you gave him his regular order, using the nickname you had come up for him after learning he wasn't a fan of using his real name.

"thanks, doll. you too."

doll. the word echoed through your head for the rest of the day. it may have been a slip of the tongue, but something told you it wasn't. maybe it was the faint blush on his cheeks after he said it, or maybe it was how he had begun to try and awkwardly strike up conversations with you, but you knew there had to be something more to that 'doll.'

the next day when schlatt came in, his head was down and he seemed a bit more reserved than usual. that's when you knew you would have to take the next step. as you wrote his name on his to-go cup, you added your number and a little heart.

"here you go, jay. have a nice day!" you echoed, the same as every day as you handed him his cup, the number and heart facing him.

he noticed the difference immediately, staring at the writing on his cup. then, he broke out into a bright grin. "you too, doll."

later when the rush had slowed down, you were able to check your phone. there, waiting for you, was a message from schlatt.

"hey doll, it's jay. i was wondering if i could pick you up later for something stronger than a coffee. let me know"

you couldn't help but beam, responding with an affirmative. you couldn't wait for after your shift.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #jschlatt hcs #schlatt hcs #jschlatt headcanons #schlatt headcanons #blush ꨄ

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welldonebeca · 2 months ago

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Happier Than Ever - Year 10: If I smile with my teeth (1/3)

(Alternative title "I trusted you to be kind, and look what it cost me.")

Summary: On the Headley's 10th anniversary, they pretend to the Capital. Then, to their family and friends. Then, to themselves. WC: 6k words. Warnings: Canon divengence - Cato wins the 74th Hunger Games. Tension. Toxic relationships. Gaslighting. Pregnancy. Caesar Flickerman. Fingering. Smut, but like... it's not it, guys. Toxic relationships. Domestic Violence. Use of unprescribed medication to cope.

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Previous chapter: Year 7

First chapter: Year 0 (Part ½)

Luna twisted the eternity ring just placed over her wedding ring, too uncomfortable with it to leave it be.

She could take it off after.

Cato wouldn’t mind, right? It was just a symbol.

It was uncomfortable.

She had gotten used to the actual wedding ring, she didn’t feel the stones of it anymore, but the spikes were rubbing off on her middle finger every time she moved her fingers.

Their day had started very early. Ellyn had come over to adjust the new dress on her – and made sure to point out how they had to make a smaller belly for her to wear for the interview and pictures than the old one so ‘it would match her being 5 months pregnant’.

It was only the eighth time they made her put that damn thing on, after all.

The dress was pretty nice, lose, and it kind of reminded her of her wedding dress but in blue.

It was... nice.

It absolutely made her look five months pregnant, because they all thought she didn’t look five months pregnant now.

But Luna had endured. She endured the belly, and the heels, and the hair, and the half hour of photos in the garden and their living room.

Like she was enduring this.

“You know, I’m still so impressed every time I see it,” Caesar explained. “It’s so realistic.”

Luna smiled stiffly to Caesar.

Yes, the bust she had done of him just months ago.

“Too realistic, actually,” Caesar leaned in, his projection glitching just slightly when he did so. “Can I send it back to you and maybe you can smooth a few things?”

She laughed forcefully, feeling Cato’s harm firmly on her waist, his fingers right against the curve of the foam.

“I love your face,” she affirmed simply. “It was very nice to sculpt, Caesar, I promise.”

Cato’s free hand squeezed her thigh, and she knew well to place her hand over his as their interviewer laughed, absolutely amused.

It was their anniversary – the official one, the legal one.

Ten years together, ten years of… this.

“She is incredibly talented,” Cato praised her, his blue eyes focusing right on her, warm and soft.

Luna wasn’t a victor, or a person of interest for anyone, not really.

That meant she wasn’t required to play into the games of entertainment as much as Cato did. But every now and then, on special dates or special occasions, she was meant to be remembered as his wife.

His prize for winning the games and becoming a hero for their District – a favourite in their home, nonetheless.

“I get completely lost when I’m watching her work, Caesar,” he turned back to face the big camera positioned perfectly to look like they were looking at Caesar Flickerman’s eyes. “And she looked way happier sculpting you than she looks when she is sculpting me, I don’t know what to think of that.”

Caesar laughed more and she shook her head, holding a fake smile on her face.

“Actually, she doesn’t even ask me to pose for her anymore,” Cato squeezed her fingers. “Whenever she gets anything about me, she just goes to work and I only know it is a work centring me when I look at it!”

More laughs, as it was all a big joke.

Luna patted his hand with hers.

“Well, I know your face,” she reminded him, and turned to Caesar. “I know every little bit of his face, I’m reminded of it every day.”

Caesar put a hand over his chest, so impressed.

“Oh, you two are my absolute favourite couple, you must know that,” he affirmed, and crossed his legs as he watched them both. “You’ve been married for ten whole years. Ten years!”

“Ten years,” Cato echoed it.

Caesar watched them for a moment, seeming very impressed.

“I don’t know how you do it, Luna,” he focused on her again. “You have seven kids, a beautiful career, a perfect marriage, and you look even more beautiful than the first time I met you, ten years ago. Are you absolutely certain you’ve had seven kids?”

The laughter that left her lips was a mixture of shock and nervousness.

Oh, God.

“I am,” she spoke in between laugher, and it almost sounded like she was trying to mimic the sound of a sheep. "I don’t think I would forget something like that.”

Luna sought Cato’s eyes. They had agreed on not talking about the kids, he had assured her that. It was why she had even sat down for a full interview!

“Then you must tell us your secret,” Caesar insisted. “Because you don’t look a day over 20!”

She turned to him again, shocked for a moment.

Twenty eight. She was twenty-eight.

And of course there was a secret, he had to know.

Cato always brought that stuff from the Capitol – the pills and creams and serums and whatever else he wanted her to use to stay looking… attractive, in his own words. Hot.

‘So she wouldn’t use the kids as an excuse to let herself go’.

And God knew how much more the Capitol had available for purchase – she could see it on Caesar’s face!

Cato squeezed her side, taking her attention back to him, and raised his eyebrows to remind her to speak up.

“Oh,” she gasped, and looked at the camera. “I… I don’t think I’m supposed to say that on TV?”

Her husband laughed aloud, and their interview followed suit as she felt her whole face burning in embarrassment.

“Oh, please,” Caesar insisted. “Now I need to know.”

But Cato patted her hand.

“Please, Caesar, my in-laws are watching us,” he reminded him.

He squeezed her hand, maybe trying to comfort her, and Luna squeezed back, trying to keep her smile on her face.

Finally, the focus was taken from her as Caesar started asking Cato questions.

He asked about their marriage and their boys, and all about what life was like.

She didn’t focus on it at all, just watching them, mentally gone, and owas only brought up when Cato squeezed her hand and looked at her face fully.

“I never knew it was possibly to love someone for so much for so long,” he affirmed, looking into her eyes.

Luna softened, and he kissed the back of her hand sweetly as she turned to look at Caesar again.

“I can’t imagine my life without her, I can’t imagine not having her,” he affirmed.

The camera behind Cato made a sound as it zoomed closer to her face, and she focused on Cato’s face fully, not wanting to be caught staring at it. His eyes were so sweet, weren’t they?

He was so sweet when he wanted to be.

“I don’t think I would ever be happy without you,” he affirmed.

She smiled softly, lowering her eyes, clasping his hand in hers.

Cato wasn’t a man of words. It was nice to hear him saying them – though the cameras weren’t the most welcomed addition.

“What about you, Luna?” Caesar asked.

Luna turned to him, surprised for a moment.

Her? What about her?

Cato squeezed her hand, and she breathed in deep.

“I’m so sorry,” she tried to find her focus. “What was the question?”

They both laughed, and she had to force a smile onto her face. What was so funny?

“You can’t stop looking at him!” Caesar exclaimed. “Everybody, she can’t stop looking at him!”

Her stomach flipped and twisted in discomfort.

“I…” she looked for words.

Words. She needed to say words.

“I don’t know,” she laughed nervous. “I…”

She pressed her lips together, and put a hand over his, squeezing as Cato watched her.

“I don’t know what my life would be without him, Cato is…” she paused, trying to find words for it. “He’s… everything. It feels like there’s a divide from before I met him and then after I met him. From my life before, and then after.”

It wasn’t a lie. Who she used to be – Luna Elettra, daughter of Julius and Loba, just a girl – felt like a blurry picture in her mind.

Those ten years felt like they lasted maybe double, or triple, or ten times more than they really did.

She stared up at Cato.

How could she love someone and yet ache for a time when she didn’t know he existed?

Luna shook her head, feeling an uncomfortable warmth creeping up her neck and face, tingly and invasive.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so bad with words,” she apologised.

That was probably a horrible take.

“No, no, it is beautiful,” Caesar affirmed before she could even continued. “You love him so much.”

She smiled a little bit to the camera.

She did, yes.

“I do,” Luna agreed. “I can’t live my life without him. I can’t imagine what… how…”

Her hands squeezed his more, and she couldn’t help the nervous tears coming up her eyes.

Couldn’t he take over and say something? Cato liked the attention, he knew what to say, why did he expect her to say all the words?

Cato leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“It’s alright,” he spoke softly, squeezing her hands, and he turned to the camera as Luna lowered her eyes.

“Our family is the most important thing in our lives,” he husband affirmed, still holding her close. “We are very happy to celebrate such a moment together and share such a milestone of it with our friends at the Capitol.”

Caesar shifted on his seating, sounding very happy with what he was hearing.

“And you have a wonderful family indeed!” he affirmed. “I heard your oldest is almost 10, is that right?”

Luna’s eyes shot right up to him and then she focused on Cato.

“He is,” her husband agreed.

“What are their ages?” Caesar asked. “Can you remember without going through a list?”

Cato laughed at the joke, but she just kept her eyes on him so as to not glare at anyone. Who wouldn’t remember the ages of their children?”

“Well, our oldest is nine,” he affirmed. “Then our second is eight, our third is six...” he stuck his fingers out. “Our forth is four, but he is about to turn five in a few months, our fifth is three, our sixth is almost two and a half, and our youngest turned one just a couple of months ago.”

“And you’re pregnant with the eighth!” Caesar exclaimed, sounding impressed and amused. “All seven boys.”

She forced herself to look at him, knowing it was a question to her.

“All seven boys,” Luna parroted.

“And the next one is…”

She smiled nervously, but Cato laughed.

“A boy,” he told him. “Due to late December or early January.”

Luna turned right to him, her face frozen in a smile, unblinking.

“Not a girl, again,” Caesar lamented. “I’m so sorry for you, Luna. They must be a handful.”

Cato laughed out, but she didn’t even think of doing that when she turned to the camera.

“They are perfect,” she corrected him. “Perfect children.”

Caesar seemed to be taken back for a moment, and Cato patted her hand softly, squeezing it.

“They are,” he affirmed. “Perfect boys. And we are very grateful for whatever child we have, we have no gender preference. We welcome boys as happily as we would welcome a girl, right, darling?”

He looked at her, and Luna nodded, as she watched his eyes as he took her hand up and kissed her knuckles.

“Right,” she agreed, turning back to Caesar. “We’re just happy they are healthy and joyful kids.”

Caesar Flickerman smiled to them, nodding along.

“Well, it was so wonderful to speak to the two of you,” he affirmed. “Luna, please don’t become a stranger, do you hear me? I don’t want to have to spend money to have a moment to speak to you.”

She just forced out a laugh.

Oh, how she wished she could indeed become a stranger.

“Cato, thank you very much for convincing her to join us today,” he pointed at him. “Everyone, a round of applause for Cato and our Capitol’s delight, Mrs Luna Hadley.”

The nickname made her hands feel as cold as a winter day, and a fake sound of applause echoed from one of the sound boxes.

“This is Caesar Flickerman, thank you for-”

The transmission cut out, probably for Caesar to round of his show however he liked it, and Luna fell right to back of the couch, resting against it as her body relaxed for a minute.

Done.

“Well, this is a wrap, everybody,” the transmission team clapped. “Let’s get this party moving, we have a train to catch.”

Cato let her hand go, and she watched the trio move for a bit under his watchful eyes.

Interviews were like choosing between two evils.

After ten years, Luna had gotten quite the skill in reading and steering Augusta and Tiberius in a way they didn’t realise they were been stirred. She managed to keep them happy and away from things she didn’t enjoy, so it was easier to keep their privacy and boundaries with the two of them. On the other hand, it meant receiving them at their house, and being hyperaware of every step they took for at least six hours of a visit.

With Caesar, interviews were shorter, and the transmission team took exactly 30 minutes to set up a room and then take everything apart and leave. However, Caesar asked more questions, he always wanted to know more, and he often ignored request to not speak about some other things. And of course, his interviews were either live interviews or recorded to be played pretending they were live on TV, so that meant there were no cuts and everything that happened – what they did and what they said – was shown, and there was none of the strategic cutting that happened with Augusta and Tiberius.

Both were terrible in different ways, so she had to pick how tired she wanted to be at the end of it.

Caesar’s interview was less exhausting, so when Cato came and told her they had to choose, Caesar Flickerman it was.

“Thank you for your visit,” she offered the team, putting her hand over her dress, rubbing her hands over the fake belly.

It was nice foam, at least.

The team thanked her back without much energy, just packing as quickly as they could.

They didn’t like District 2. Actually, they didn’t like to be at any District, so that was actually very nice.

Less people to pretend to.

Luna stood up, kicking off her heels and walking to the kitchen, drinking some water as she listened to the commotion in the living room.

Ten years of marriage.

They were having a party to celebrate at night, with all the Elites and victors of their district.

Cato’s idea, of course.

Who wouldn’t want to celebrate how happily married they’d been for ten years?

It was a lifetime for some people.

She leaned against the counter, feeling her mind distant, and exhaled when she felt Cato’s hands slowly moving over her back and her shoulders, rubbing circles on them.

“There you are,” he hummed.

Luna closed her eyes, letting her head fall forward for a moment, trying not to shrug off the soft touch, breathing in and trying to relax as he deepened it.

Cato was very quiet as he rubbed his thumbs on her back muscles, making her relax, working on some knots she seemed to develop every time something about the Capitol came up.

“Everyone is gone,” he assured her, moving his thumbs down her spine, into her dress. “You want me to take off that stupid thing for you?”

She didn’t need to look or ask what the ‘stupid thing was’, and nodded.

Fucking foam belly.

Cato’s hand moved to the nape of her neck again, unzipping her slowly down to the hips, and she felt as he unclasped the thing around her, pulling it off of her body, and her skin cooled as the feeling of being freed.

“That’s ridiculous,” he mumbled, setting it on the counter. “I hate that they make you wear that.”

Luna looked back at him, but he seemed to be quite busy as he massaged her lower back as well.

“They always do that,” she mumbled. “Since Prince.”

She was tall – the doctor always said she had a lot of space in her torso to fit the babies.

“Doesn’t stop it from being stupid,” he grumbled, fingers tracing down to her shoulders. “You look so pretty, darling.”

She closed her eyes, letting her head fell forward.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

Cato’s fingers pushed the back of her dress away slowly, and Luna let her arms down to let it slip, not thinking about it.

Half of the kids were at school now, and the nannies only came down with the little ones for lunchtime.

She shivered when his hand came around her torso, warm and soft-skinned as he palmed her breasts, fuller now from pregnancy.

“Always love how your tits get bigger when you’re carrying my baby,” he kissed her neck.

Luna let her eyes fall closed, the feeling of his lips so unusual now.

“My beautiful wife,” Cato praised.

She felt herself warm, his touches making her shiver and soften instinctively.

His fingers pinched her nipple, tugging and squeezing, and Luna whined a little bit, the sound pried from her lips.

“Pretty milky tits,” Cato hummed. “Love to spend my time kissing them.”

Did he? It’d been… quite long.

She opened her eyes, watching his fingers move, the feeling and image a strange disconnect in her brain.

He could play her like a fiddle.

Cato’s free hand pushed her hair out of the way and she raised her head right away, gasping in surprise when his teeth came to her earlobe.

“Relax,” her husband hummed. “There’s no one here to catch us.”

The muscle of her back gave a little spasm in response, and she inhaled deeply.

Relax, yes. It would be uncomfortable if she didn’t.

His short nails teased her skin, over her nipple like a scratch.

“It’s our house.”

Luna closed her eyes, and a chuckle came to her without her permission. He’d said that when she got her studio.

She still remembered the day he’d first taken her in that cramped little bedroom, his face right against her chest as he pried her legs spread under the soft lamplight.

He kissed and licked her chest like he wanted to suck her sanity from her skin and into his mouth, like he could bite a piece of her for himself and chew – and he did in a way, after. Many times.

Her dress bunched in the top, still tight around her mid-drift and chest even without the fake belly, made to show off her shape to everyone.

The tulle at the hem itched her skin on its way up as Cato pulled the flowy layers of the skirt up.

His hand was as careless as he always was as it moved, pulling her underwear insistently on the side, the tug hurting her skin as it ripped.

Cato sounded very please when he felt it give up, and Luna closed her eyes, happy to be at least ready for him to push himself inside now, focusing lightly on the clock on the wall.

11:20.

The cook would arrive in forty minutes.

There was a lot to do for the party, but it didn’t surprise her Cato was seeking her now. Usually, she would expect him to do so at night, probably after a calmer day like a Wednesday or a Sunday, when his mornings and afternoons were emptier.

But it was their anniversary, after all.

People liked spending their anniversaries together.

Cato’s hips pressed to hers through the dress when he kissed the nape of her neck.

She remembered their first anniversary – the real one, one of the few times they celebrated the actual date of their marriage. He was busy with everything – with his first games as a mentor coming up – but he made sure to fill up their houses with flowers and have a new ceremony with her right there in their new house.

It was beautiful.

Cato bent her a bit more over the counter, and Luna inhaled a moment, shocked, when she felt her nipples against the cold stone.

“Don’t move,” he told her.

She didn’t.

He clicked his tongue, pleased, as if this was rare, speaking something she didn’t mind focusing on.

Luna expected him to take her, to push himself right into her, but he didn’t.

Instead, his hand travelled up between her legs, caressing her thighs.

She put her hands together, laying her head on the counter.

The ice dispenser needed to be filled up with water.

A tight circle around her clit made her jump and inhale in surprise, and Cato squeezed her middle tightly, whispering something she couldn’t quite catch as Luna’s back stiffened.

Cato knew how to play her body, it wasn’t hard science. It was eleven years, after all.

But why?

“Open up,” he spoke a little firmer. “Be a good girl.”

Luna blinked down, the soft pleasure almost fleeting in her mind.

Be a good girl.

She clenched her fingers on the marble counter, trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers between her legs, and moaned a little at the wet of his digits moving from her entrance to her sensitive clit, and jumped, startled, at his teeth brushing a spot on the curve of her neck – not biting, but scratching with his teeth;

Luna could barely hear his voice as he spoke behind her, her focus so hard to direct, and he said something behind her, but she couldn’t quite focus.

It was almost a little echo, how he used to call her a good girl so much, dangling pleasure and praise and affection over her head so expertly.

How she used to love chasing it, lapping onto every droplet and crumb like an addict.

The sparkle of pleasure made Luna whimper, Cato’s fingers much more insistent than ever in so long.

His fingers. His fingers felt good, she should focus on that, she should take that.

She should take what she was given.

“Please,” she whimpered to her own self.

Couldn’t she enjoy one single fucking thing?

Cato mouthed at her skin and her toes curled against the cool floor as his voice came out as a lost wave of sound.

Fingers. Clit.

Side to side, up and down and circles.

Tight circles.

Luna chased the pleasure like a slit of sunlight behind bars.

“-for me,” he grunted. “Wanna feel you wetting my fingers.”

She let out a single breath of a cry when she tipped into the edge, holding onto the counter to stand up right.

It was a strange feeling, somehow. Half-unfamiliar after so long without it, like a spoonful of sugar after months of flavourless food.

Just five years ago – four? Maybe three and a half if she was to be generous – it was a routine to fall apart in his arms. Every night he would make her lose her mind, float and only know him.

Luna missed it. She missed him so much.

Why did it feel like they were on their last legs?

Her eyes filled up with tears she couldn’t control, the pleasure so very brief. How had just a few years turned them from being so close to standing so far apart?

They weren’t even 30, she was still going to turn 29 at the end of the year.

They had seven wonderful children. Didn’t the boys deserve to see their mother and father being completely and absolutely in love like Luna herself had seen her own parents?

Maybe dad’s job was their secret. It certainly sounded easy to spend a few days out of a season with someone, and then just live your life apart from them. Maybe that was what preserved their passion for one another.

But Cato would never accept living away from her and the kids, that was a stupid thought.

And she couldn’t do it alone, anyway. Seven boys, nearly eight of them, on her own?

No, that was ridiculous to even think of entertaining.

They would hate her.

Besides, he was all she knew.

She gasped when Cato turned her around suddenly, and raised her eyes to his, finding him watching her with the softest gaze.

Cato rested his forehead on hers, holding her close, and Luna inhaled deeply, the smell of his skin suddenly grounding her.

“You’re all mine,” he hummed.

Sweet baby blue eyes, the colour of the sky and the sweet candy floss of her boys’ parties.

She remembered drawing and painting them onto paper, calling them baby boy eyes.

His thumb caressed her wet cheek and he kissed her lips, and Luna let herself fall into the motion of it, the taste of tears sharp in her mouth as his arms wrapped around her waist and her picked her up.

Cato carried her into the living room, and Luna breathed out when he laid her in the couch, standing over her.

Luna watched his hand moving down to his belt, undoing it, and her eyes moved up to his face for a moment, focusing on his eyes, but he looked as distant as she felt.

So much for being… adventurous? She wouldn’t know. This was not something she expected him to do.

Still, she spread her legs on their couch and tugged her skirt up, and tries to keep her eyes on his the way he liked when he put himself between her thighs, cock in hand as he stroked it.

Luna took in a deep breath, grateful he’d taken his time in the kitchen as he pushed into her, the lube too far away, and closed her eyes for a moment at the feeling.

It felt nice, a bit. In the grand scheme of things, it was like being massaged, and when she started realising it was as good as it would get, it was a fine feeling.

Her mind drifted off again, her body arching at how he pushed into her – impatient, mechanical.

“Gonna put another little champion inside you for your 30th birthday,” he chuckle, too amused. “You’ll see.”

Luna opened her eyes, staring at him for a moment, lost.

What?

He pressed himself into her, ready to lay on top of her, but Luna stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“What did you say?”

Cato’s eyes focused completely on her, and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Luna, we’re in the middle-”

“What did you say?” she repeated, the words sharper when she repeated them.

Another little champion.

When he didn’t even attempt to speak, she pushed him away.

“Get off of me.”

Cato fell back without a word, groaning in annoyance.

“Can’t we fuck once like two normal people?” he pinched the bridge of his nose.

She glared at him, pulling the top of her dress up again.

“You speak as if we have ever been normal,” she grunted, the bitterness of it all sipping into her voice as she stood up, covering herself. “What did you mean with another champion?”

He wasn’t trying to get the boys into that stupid mindset of his, was he?

“Our sons aren’t going to be tributes!” Luna affirmed emphatic.

That seemed to be what got his attention fully, and when his eyes met with hers, they were full of a fire she had never seen directed at her before.

“My sons are going to follow their father’s footsteps,” Cato spoke up, his voice louder than hers, his tone firm and final as if she had no say in that. “And they’re gonna bring honour to their district like I did ten years ago.”

Luna stared at him, feeling her heart sinking. Bring honour to their district? After ten years off being treated like a pet by the Capitol, tossed around between people, sold at auctions…

That was how he still saw everything!

“I don’t want-”

He crossed the space between them before she could continue her phrase.

“What you want doesn’t matter,” Cato grabbed her arm. “Being victors is their purpose!”

Luna turned to look at his hand around her forearm, surprised by the sudden hold, and raised her chin to him.

“It is not their purpose, they are children!” she spat back on his face.

Her chest tightened as she tried to keep her voice steady. What did he think? That she was going to endure seeing someone she loved fighting for his life again? Wasn’t one time enough?

“They are growing up!” he argued back, voice rising. “The boy is nearly a man already! He’s turning 10 in months, at his age I was already a fighter!”

He let her go, stepping back, as if their conversation was over and his decision was final.

“I have already found him a tutor, Cato is going to be the best in the academy like his father before him,” he simply moved back to adjusting his clothes like nothing had happened. “And so will all of them.”

He spoke it nonchalantly, like he was saying the sky was blue and he was a man. Like he was speaking of someone he was training, not their children. Their babies!

Luna’s hands balled into fists.

“I’m not watching our sons die in the Hunger Games!” Luna corrected him.

Cato turned to her, his blue eyes cold as they met hers, none of the softness of minutes ago present in them.

“So you would rather them be like you!” he accused, staking a sharp step in her direction. “Incapable? Fucking useless?”

She stared at him, his words hitting her like salt on wounds. Luna knew herself, those weren’t new words. They were new on his lips, though.

But that wasn’t what hurt her the most.

“You’d rather them be abused?” she argued back, unable to hold her tongue. “Sold off like objects?”

Cato grabbed her arm again, tighter and even more careless as his eyes burnt into hers, but she wasn’t done speaking.

“Whored off-”

She felt rather than saw what he did next, the force of his slap so hard it hurt even her lip, the ache echoing through her whole head and neck with the force of the whiplash.

“Say one more fucking word!” he growled, his fingers digging into her arm as his eyes burned into hers, his face so close he was all she could see.

Luna clenched her teeth, tense.

He’d never done that. Yes, Cato grabbed her, but he had never touched her like that – not in a way that hurt.

She had lost all her words as the taste of blood filled her mouth.

And then she heard the sound of the door opening, and his eyes widened before he took his hand away from her like she was burning fire.

Luna rushed to finish covering herself as he stepped walked away from her, and rushed to see the door as the nannies walked in with the boys.

Of course, Prince, Hunter and Ted were coming home from school earlier because of the party. It was midday already.

"My boys!" she celebrated, breathless, trying to keep her face straight.

"Mama!" Ted exclaimed, running to her, followed by Prince and Hunter right away.

She knelt down to greet them, kissing their cheeks and faces softly.

"Hello, my smart boys," she greeted them eagerly.

Prince and Hunter were in the same class now - her little honey boy was already a big reader already. Actually, he was reading since he was three, but she didn't want the school to push him to much, so she just agreed to let him bump up to Prince's class, and they were on fourth grade together.

It was good for them, it meant they were never alone. Ted was on second grade, and while Archie was in Kindergarten now, he had skipped class as stayed home with the other boys, he wouldn't miss much by not going, and he adored playing with Lex, so it was no big deal for him.

"Mama, your face is red," Hunter told her suddenly.

"Are you hurt?" Prince asked, not even give her a second to answer his brother.

She looked at him and then at the nannies, and Pietra's eyes traced down her for a moment before she put on a smile on her face as she heard Cato's steps on the stairs.

"What?" Luna reached for him. "No honey. I..."

She closed her mouth, looking for words – for a good lie.

"I was laughing so hard from a joke," she pretended to giggle. "And now I'm all red on my face. Why would I be hurt?"

Luna kissed his cheek quickly.

"And you three must be so hungry," she added quickly. "I think we should make some light lunch and prepare for our party tonight, right, girls?"

The nannies agreed in a very non-enthusiastic sound, and Pietra came around her swiftly, closing her dress on the back without calling any attention to it.

"You know, the cook told me he left a surprise for you three in the fridge last night!" Pietra told them.

"And then, I'll show you the fancy clothes Ellyn sent for you!" Luna added. "You'll love it."

She rushed them into the kitchen, still feeling her heart pumping hard, and smiled at Prince when he turned to look at her, still mistrustful.

Her face was hurting.

Please, don't bruise. Please, don’t bruise.

Luna waited for them to be out of her sight before she moved to the corridor to look at her face in the mirror, adjusting to the light.

It was red, but it wasn't too much.

Some icing would help, it would be gone by the night.

She swallowed down, watching her own face for a moment, the reality of it sinking into her like a block of cement in a river.

Cato had slapped her.

She clenched her jaw, moving her hand down.

He had never done that. He had never touched her like that before.

Of course, there was the careless way he treat her, sometimes.

It was normal in marriages to fall out of passion with someone. They weren't teenagers anymore, they had the kids and responsibilities. She could never expect their marriage to be what it was at the beginning.

But even their fights were just verbal. Of course, he had that habit of his of being too close or yelling at her face when he was too stressed, and she was used to it, but he never...

She never thought he could...

Luna clenched her hands.

He loved her. He always said he loved her.

And someone who loves someone doesn't slap them.

She would never slap him.

Luna swallowed down, feeling every little cell of her screaming and blood pumping too loud in her ears, and she reached for the drawer under the mirror, but the orange bottle wasn't there.

She just moved to the stairs, just walking up to the master suit, but she stopped by the door when she caught sight of Cato inside, with his back turned to her, and turned on her heels to leave.

"I know you're there already," he spoke up quickly.

Luna just stopped, breathing out, and he turned around, just offering the closed bottle.

"Ellyn sent it with the clothes."

She didn't reach out for him, just looked away, and Cato sighed.

"You're pink," he accused, walking in her direction.

Luna couldn't move fast enough, he just lifted her chin and turned her head to look at her face, as if it was something he had never seen before.

As if he wasn't the cause of it.

"Someone slapped me," Luna mumbled.

He let her face go so fast it shocked her, and he looked away, flustered.

She couldn't even look at his face as he walked away, already impatient, wounded already.

"The boys asked questions," Luna warned him. "They were worried."

Cato let out a loud breath, stepping right back to her.

"What did you say?" he asked, urged, grabbing her arm. "What did you tell them?"

He didn't squeeze it too tightly, but it was enough to make her wince, his fingers wrapped around the same place as minutes before.

"You're hurting me," Luna warned him.

Cato's grip came lose, but he was still close to her, bringing his face close to hers.

"What did you tell them?" he insisted.

Luna swallowed down, the urgency and fear in his eyes a shock.

"I said I was laughing about a joke," she hissed. "That's why I'm pink."

He swallowed down hard, Adam's apple bobbing in reaction.

"Did they believe you?"

She stared at him a moment, speechless, the desperation in him a shock.

When was the last time he was even so open with her?

"I don't know," she mumbled. "I think they did?"

Cato took her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb right under the ache on her cheek.

"I didn't mean to," he told her quickly. "I didn't want to hurt you. You know that."

She swallowed down, still shocked.

"It was not..." he strumbled. "I didn't..."

He opened and closed his mouth, like a fish out of the water, and grabbed her face with his other hand, making her look at him fully.

"I lost control," Cato affirmed, very firmly. "And I did something I didn't mean."

Luna blinked, still frozen.

"Okay," she mumbled, unable to move away from him.

If he said so, then-

"No," Cato squeezed her jaw. "You have to understand. I did not mean. I'm not... I'm not the kind of man who does that."

He looked terrified, like he had just woken up from the a terrifying nightmare and was trying to find a grip on reality.

"You know that," he insisted, his thumb pressing into her skin, making the spot on her cheek hurt where he was holding her. "You know that, Luna. I'm not that kind of husband."

She tried not to flinch as she grabbed his wrist.

"You're not," she agreed. "You're not that kind of husband."

Cato nodded hard, and let his hand be taken away when she tugged on it.

"You know I didn't want to hurt, we just-"

But she didn't want to talk, not now. This was enough.

"Later," Luna interrupted him. "We have a party today. My family is coming, we can talk later."

Luna could feel the old feeling rising inside her.

Like one more brush of touch or one more scream, or the wrong word was going to set it all off in her mind and it would lock her inside it.

One more trial and she would implode.

Cato didn't pressed her, simply nodding one more time, and she looked at her hand when he just pressed the bottle to her hand.

"Three will help you sleep quickly," he told her softly. "There's something in the bag to help you stay awake."

Luna swallowed down, uncomfortable, but squeezed the bottle.

"What about you?"

He rubbed a hand over his face, brushing his hair back with his fingers.

"I'll... let you know when they're here," he told her. "I'll give the nannies the boys' clothes. I'll hold the fort."

She just nodded, quiet and uncomfortable, doing what he said.

It was fine, it was Capitol medicine.

It was safe for pregnancy.

Luna was already drowsy by the time the Capitol dress was pooled at her feet, and she just slipped into bed in her underwear, pulling the covers up.

It was fine. She was fine. The party was going to be fine.

Next Chapter: Part 2

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