#puppy approved message

[pomegranatears]

I wish you could see yourself right now, baby. You look so peaceful. Your chest is rising and falling, your expression so lovely.

I didn't mean to do this but I don't want to wake you up, love. Oh, look, the mattress dipped a little and you didn't even stir. Why are you sleeping shirtless when you know how obsessed I am with you?

Your skin feels so soft under my lips, tiny kisses trailing from your shoulders to your lower back. Just keep sleeping, baby, I'll just move you a bit.

There you go, now I can properly touch what's mine. My fingertips feel so good against you, the slightest pressure rubbing just right to turn you into a leaky mess.

Your body responds to me even when you're asleep, don't you ever dare to forget you're mine.

the Your parted lips and labored breath will only encourage me. You're too perfect. I can't stop it when you're enjoying so much, I want to keep hearing those pretty moans.

Shh, keep sleeping, love; trust me. I'll give you a little kiss, ok? Fuck, you taste so good. I can't move away.

I can't tell if you're still sleeping or just pretending, but I can feel your hips moving against my mouth and hear your soft whimpers.

I'll stop after you cum for me ᥫ᭡

[heartless-tate]

Notice me! | Azriel X Freader

summary; Azriel courting an oblivious reader.

a/n; Heyy! Just a little fic of being courted by Azriel. And you not being very aware of it. Hope you enjoy!

content/trigger warnings; knife, food, meat?, cussing, kissing, no use y/n, hint towards lust feeling, Azriel pining, Armen being sassy, FEM reader (if you’d like me to make a another post with male reader, message me!) she/her pronouns for reader, thunderstorm mention and I think that’s it. If I missed something, feel free to message me on it! 💝

word count: 3.1k. |. Part two

A plate clattered against the table causing your attention to turn to the man in front of you.

You met his gaze as he waited for you to try his new dish, his eyes seeming to shine as the sun hit his eyes. You swear he always seemed to be effortlessly beautiful. It was angering in some ways, you had even seen him wake up looking like a god. No. Better than a god. It didn’t matter if you spent an hour in the mirror, swiping various products of different expenses on your face; the result would be the same. The same boring face you saw everyday.

A wonderful smell wafted from the plate, causing your empty stomach to growl loud enough to shake the mountains. The shadowsinger smirked, pushing the plate of food closer to you with a gentleness most men didn’t have. Your face flushed with embarrassment, your hands instinctively coming to paw at your stomach, hoping it would stop. Your eyes wandered down to the plate where a meal sat.

“I haven’t made this before. I wanted you to be the first to try it.” He spoke with every ounce of grace and elegance a god would have. His hands grasped the seat across from you, pulling it out and taking a seat. His wings shifted until finding a comfortable position in the chair. You nodded in response, picking the fork up before taking in the rather- gracious portion of food he had made for you.

A ribeye steak bigger than your hand sat on the plate. Seasoning of different kinds were smothered on it, and the smell of butter consumed your senses. Your mouth watered in response. Beside it were two sides. Your favorites.

Armen smirked from where she sat beside you, watching as you lifted the steak knife and fork. You were so oblivious. She had been watching for the last few years as Azriel desperately chased after you, and you never seemed to even notice. It was amusing. He has spent hours staring at you, and you never realized. And if she pointed it out, you just assumed you had something on your face. She knew he was growing restless. Not tired of you, but tired of your complete oblivion. These days he seemed ready to scream from the top of the roof that he loved you.

Azriel’s scarred hand clutched at your wrist. He gently took the knife and fork away from you, before grabbing your plate and proceeding to cut your steak into bite sized pieces. Armen snickered from where she sat, resulting in a glare from Azriel.

“Oh- Azriel I can do that-“ You started.

“I know you can.” He responded. He didn’t give back your plate until your steak was cut into bite sized pieces for you. He watched you place the first bite of steak into your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back and you let out a hum of approval, chewing the food. The flavor was delicious, and it was quite easily the best steak you had ever tasted in your life. It wasn’t too buttery. Or too seasoned. It was just right. The meat was tender.

Azriel’s wings rustled at your hum. His face shined with pure male pride. His eyes never left you once while you chewed and swallowed. He stood, taking the steak knife that was no longer needed into the kitchen.

Armen followed after him. He sat the knife in the sink, letting the house do its magic before turning his attention to Armen.

“You’re like a love sick puppy.”

“My love life isn’t your business.” Azriel responded, his face tight. His words were low, ensuring you couldn’t hear.

“Hm. All I’m saying is your ‘courting’ isn’t going to work.” Armen said, picking at her nail leisurely. She was like a cat. Her piercing eyes watched as Azriel’s eyes narrowed at her with a scowl. Before he could comment more, Armen spoke again.

“She’s oblivious. It doesn’t matter if you fix her food, or leave her favorite pastries everywhere so she finds them, she won’t get the hint. Literally. I’m getting seasonal allergies from the amount of flowers you’ve left for her everywhere in this house.Seriously, this place is covered in flowers. Either start professing love or drop this little crush.” She growled out, walking out of the kitchen.

Azriel stayed silent before whispering,“It’s not little.”

“Yeah, don’t let me forget to grab a few early starfall gifts.” Mor said. You groaned loudly, rubbing your temples. Even the idea of her gifts made you want to cry. Her starfall gift for you these past few years have been a collection of ridiculously fuzzy socks. Every.Year.

Of course you were grateful, but everyone knew Mor’s gifts weren’t particularly good. You now had a drawer filled with fuzzy and odd colored socks.

Velaris was bustling today. Fae of all kids roamed the streets, some tending to their shops. Kids ran through the streets playing games. Everyone was out enjoying the sunny day. You and Mor decided to go shopping to pick up a few items. Your eyes wandered back down to your list, a few more candles, a book or two, and some lotion.

“Starfall gifts? I don’t think you need to shop this early for them-“

“Nonsense! It’s never too early to do gift shopping!” Mor said, cutting you off. You sighed and shook your head knowing it was hopeless to argue with her.

After a few trips to some stores, you both ended up getting lunch at Rita’s. You ordered a milkshake- apparently a new creation of a cold drink? None less, whatever they were, everyone had been going crazy over them in Velaris. And of course you also got your favorite meal. Mor ordered practically half the menu, content to eat her heart out. You didn’t blame her- food was good.

As your plates were sat down by the waitress, Mor eyed your food with a questioning look. Your eyebrows raised in confusion. “What? You’re looking at my food weird.”

“Oh. Well I’m just surprised to see you ordering a meal here. You know Azriel is gonna harp if you don’t eat his food.” Mor responded, shoveling food into her mouth as if she’d starve.

“Huh?” You countered.

Mor finished her food before rolling her eyes. She sighed deeply as if you had troubled her. “You know..” she said, waving her hands as if that would solve your confusion. When you raised your eyebrows with a puzzled face, she put her fork down.

“You know- when you eat something someone else cooked or you’re not hungry, and he’s cooked you a meal. And you refuse it- he gets all huffy and puffy! Like a broody motherhen.” She continued.

“He doesn’t even fix me food that often-“ you argued.

“Oh please! Breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Full course meal on the table for you. If only someone loved me that much.” Mor said, picking her fork back up. “Those meals weren’t from the house hun. All I’m saying is maybe you should pay more attention.”

For the rest of the meal, you both sat in silence as you pondered over her words.

Cassian laughed  as you entered from the hallway. His eyes shined with amusement as you waddled to the counter with your shopping bags.

The sound was enough to draw a curious Azriel to the room. He immediately grabbed all your bags despite your complaints, setting them on the table. He nodded at you in response when you thanked him.

“I thought you were only shopping for a few things.” Cassian stated. He stood casually leaned against the table with a drink in his left hand. Azriel stood to your left, his wings expanded. His eyes were keen and watchful. You doubted he ever missed a single detail. His skin glistened with sweat, a musky bourbon scent coming from him. Cassian’s skin was sweaty too, evidence of them training together earlier in the day.

“Well, the candle store had a buy two get five for free deal. So I bought  four and got ten for free! Cauldron I love Velaris!” You squealed, and Azriel smirked knowingly. He had taken note of your recent obsession with buying candles. Cassian shook his head.

Cassian's face lit up with surprise as you handed him two candles. “So I got one for everyone else. This one smells like leather and the other vanilla. I figured you’d like it Cas.” You continued. He nodded in thanks. You turned to Azriel.

“I got you this candle because I know you love blueberries. And this one is supposed to smell like rainy days and lightning. And this one is books and bourbon!”

Azriel’s eyes never looked down to the candles you had shoved in his arms. His eyes stayed on your face as you happily ranted about the candles. When you finished and looked back up to his face, he had a soft look. It was one you don’t think you’ve seen him use before. His eyes were soft and looked like pools of honey, and his smile was gentle.

You watched as he sat down the candles on the table and turned back to you. “They’re perfect.” He responded. He was so memorizing. You just knew whoever he ended up with would be content. You struggled taking your eyes from him.Cassian growled playfully.

“Hey! Unfair! He got three candles! I only got-“

Cassian was cut off by Mor smacking him on the back of the head as she trotted to the kitchen. She had a lot of leftovers to put away. Azriel gave him a quick glare, silencing him.

You noticed he was wearing all his leathers, and siphons. His shadows whirled leisurely around his shoulders and wings. Azriel watched as your eyes creased in confusion. He sighed. He couldn’t help but feel a shimmer of hope at the fact you had gotten him more candles than Cassian.

“Rhysand sent me on a mission, I’ll be gone for a few days most likely. I’m going to spy on the human queens and make sure all is well there.” He admitted. He watched as your face fell. You quickly smiled again and nodded. His heart thumped like a hammer in his chest. Did you care? Would you miss him like he always missed you? He wondered if you couldn’t sleep like he couldn’t when he was away from you.

“Oh. I see. Be safe.” You responded, nodding slowly. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the feeling in your chest. You had never felt it before. You wondered why all of a sudden you felt this way about him leaving.

His eyes softened even more. “I leave in an hour or two.” He whispered, head tilting to catch your eyes once more. Cassian had disappeared from the room all of a sudden, him and Mor talking loudly about dumb things in the kitchen. Leaving you and Azriel alone. “Let me cook you dinner before I leave.”

His eyebrows furrowed this time as you shook your head no. His smile dropped. He looked like a kicked puppy almost-

“I ate lunch with Mor.” You explained. Your explanation didn’t seem to comfort him as he shook his head in response.

“That was lunch. It’s time for dinner.” Azriel said firmly.

Your mind went back to Mor’s words. Pay more attention…what did she mean? What was there to pay attention to? Azriel cooked for everyone- right..? Your mind raced over your memories, trying to think of a single time you had seen Azriel set a plate down for one of the others.

“Alright then, fix me dinner Azriel.” You responded. Azriel smiled, pleased. His right wing flared, draping over your back. “Follow me.” He said, leading the way into the kitchen. His wing was warm against your back, as it guided you beside him. It was much larger than  you were, towering over your head. As you entered the kitchen, Cassian and Mor immediately scampered out shouting something about extra training.

You watched Azriel move around the kitchen in a graceful dance of grabbing pans and pots. He kept his wings tucked in, to keep them from banging against counters and tables. His hair was messy from training, or like he had ran his hands through it more then once. But it never failed to frame his face. You watched as a few shadows dart around, grabbing various spices and ingredients for whatever new dish he’d make tonight. He set a pan down on the stove before turning to you.

His scarred hands gently grasped your hips, lifting you up effortlessly. He sat you on an empty space on the counter. He huffed a laugh at your squeak of shock. He patted one of your thighs gently before leaving your side and returning to his pan.

Your face flushed with embarrassment. He had lifted you as if you weighed nothing, showcasing his obvious strength. Everytime he touched you with his beautiful hands, it felt like everything stopped. As if the world had slowed to let you enjoy the moment. Your hands wrapped around your stomach, wondering what this weird feeling that had overcome you meant.

He moved swiftly, chopping ingredients and throwing things in various pots and pans. You quickly realized by smell alone he was making your comfort food. You remembered the night a storm had rolled in. Usually thunder and lightning didn’t scare you- but this was different. The booms and flashes were intense, shaking the ground and keeping you from sleep. You had stumbled to the house library in an attempt to distract yourself. But you only found Azriel instead. He had scented your obvious distress and took action immediately. He helped you settle on the couch with cushions and blankets before asking what a comfort food was. A good 15 minutes later he returned with a plate.

You don’t remember much pass that, you just remember becoming tired and sleepily. You remember feeling warm all of a sudden and then you woke up in your bed that morning.

“It’s almost done.” Azriel spoke, bringing you back from your memories. His eyes were distant as if he too was remembering that same night.

You smiled and thanked him as he handed you your bowl and a spoon. He made himself a bowl too. He took your bowl from his hands and sat it down, before grabbing you and setting you back on the floor. His hands stayed on your hips until he was sure you were balanced. He guided you to the sitting room with a fire.

Azriel didn’t eat until you took your first bite, ensuring you liked it. And of course, you did. It was warm, and comforting, like a hug in your mouth. It soothed your soul in ways nothing else could, the flavors easing your body from any previous aches. Azriel had never made a bad meal before. You both ate in silence together, with the comforting crackle of the fire and warming food. But as the time passed, you knew it came time for him to leave.

Your bowls sat on the coffee table. Both finished. The house made them disappear, taking care of them on its own. You were always amazed by its magic.

Your head snapped to Azriel as he stood. He sighed, looking at the clock on the wall. His eyebrows were furrowed and he almost looked like he wanted to chain himself to the wall before even considering leaving. He turned to your sitting form. His shadows seemed to move more quickly and sharper around his shoulders.

“It’s time for me to leave.” He whispered. He watched as you nodded solemnly. You smiled, but he knew it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Thank you for the meal.”

You watched as Cassian hugged Azriel in goodbye, and Mor nod as her own way of saying goodbye. Azriel had taken his candles to his room earlier, before joining everyone in the hallway. When one left for more then a day, you all said proper goodbyes.

Azriel turned to you, walking swiftly. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his big biceps practically squeezing the life out of you. He practically had to hold himself back from purring when your arms wrapped around his neck in return. Everything darkened as his wings cocooned you. His wings blocked out the noises of the others, leaving just you and him. His head found solace in your neck. His scent overwhelmed your senses in a good way. Before you had time to question Azriel being touchy, Cassian yelled,

“Ok! Ok! We get it, Azriel. Let go of her before you suffocate her.”

Azriel lifted his head, and his wings dropped. His eyes stayed latched on yours. A few seconds passed before he tore his eyes away and scowled at Cassian. His teeth bared in silent warning. Cassian backed down and turned to have conversation with the others. Azriel released you from his grip.

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t starve. And I left some flowers on your nightstand. I hope you don’t mind.” He whispered to you, fiddling with his hands like a nervous school boy. Your eyes lit up and you smiled gently.

“Thank you Azriel. Goodbye.” You whispered back in response. His smile turned upside down.

“I told you, call me Az. Or whatever you want- just not my full name. We’re closer than that.” He said in a growl like tone. He watched as you nodded your head.

It was time for him to leave now. He sighed deeply. The others had gone silent watching the scene with interest. But he didn’t seem to care.

He leaned down to your height, his hands grasping at your chin. He turned your head before leaving a gentle but firm kiss on the side of your cheek. “Sleep well tonight.” He whispered before pulling away. You stood in shock at the door to the balcony, as he said his last goodbyes. He waved in an almost shy way at you before taking flight.

You stood still, flabbergasted at what had happened. Slowly your hand rose to your cheek.

Realization dawned on you- he hadn’t ever fixed food for anyone else other than you.

a/n; hope you enjoyed, let me know if you want part two! 🌙

[dwaekkicidal]

𓆩Mochi Boyfriend Channie𓆪

gn!reader | he was top of the poll :3 Lix's will be posted tomorrow and then I will only make more if somebody requests other member versions <3

Mochi Channie who introduces you to the boys pretty early on, mainly because they begged to meet their new parent but also because they are his whole life, so it's important to him that you all get along. Their opinion is important to him so when they all approve of you instantly (and you handle them well), he’s through the roof

Mochi Channie who is shy about skinship, especially in front of the others, but will tank through it just to see the smile and blush covering your face (as if his ears aren't bright red)

Mochi Channie who encourages you to allow him to spoil you and eases you into it with smaller things like buying you small snacks, then ordering your favorite food after you’ve had a long day and showing up unannounced with it and your favorite treats, then finally will ease you into accepting brand name jewelry/clothes or any gifts that are generally expensive/valuable

Mochi Channie who puts everything (that he can) on pause to answer your texts and calls, even cutting himself off mid sentence when he sees your contact show up with a distressed message

Mochi Channie who calls you every morning and night when he's on tour, even when he's exhausted and doesn't want to do any talking. He'll sit there and listen to you talk about your day and falls asleep to the sound of your voice and the comfort of seeing you beside him once again

Mochi Channie who gives you secret sneak peeks into their latest endeavors, 1. so you know what he is doing at all times and 2. so he can see your eyes sparkle at events you find particularly interesting

Mochi Channie who gives you sneak peaks into songs like he did in Chan's room, only giving you a second or so of noise and then being a tease and leaving you hanging

Mochi Channie who, if you puppy dog eye him at a particular demo that sounds interesting, literally can not resist you and will show you as much of the song as you want/as he is comfortable with

Mochi Channie who, over time, opens up more and will eventually start taking your compliments to heart (Christopher you WILL love urself. 🔫<3)

Mochi Channie who is a fast learner: memorizes every little thing about you within a week of figuring out. New favorite food or drink? Knows the exact order and your preferred store of purchase. New favorite song or movie? Always plays it whenever he can.

Mochi Channie who indirectly asks stay for opinions on gifts for you. Goes on Bubble to send a picture of some items and a message along the lines of "Which do you want? haha." he reads through the replies and tallies them, using the final count to make a decision

Mochi Channie who may be inexperienced at first, but again is a very fast learner. So much so that by the 3rd or 4th time you guys are having sex, he knows your body to the same degree as, if not better, than you

Mochi Channie who has every spot that makes you squirm, every angle that makes you cry out, and every kink that makes your legs weak engrained in his head

Mochi Channie who won’t hesitate to fulfill your needs of him being rougher. also not hesitating to sit you down to discuss specifics and put rules in space

Mochi Channie who researches new positions, trying the most interesting out in order to figure out which one feels the best and has you shaking the fastest

Mochi Channie who gives you whiplash the first time he's rough with you. He wine and dines you while being his usual soft and lovey dovey self.. until he's not

Daddy Chris who pins you to the front door the second it's closed, pushing his thick lips against yours in a sloppy make out session

Daddy Chris who spends over an hour on just foreplay (mainly edging hehe), wanting things to be perfect and wanting you to be as relaxed as possible before he loses control

Daddy Chris who eases himself into you gently, like he normally does, but gives you whiplash when he starts to fuck into you meanly

Daddy Chris who "You asked for it, so just fucking take it. You promised you would be good for me, remember baby?"

Daddy Chris who does nothing but smirk and thrust harder when you cry out about how good he feels and how close you are despite the fact that he just started fucking into you

Daddy Chris who likes to put you in doggy so he can sneak a hand in your hair to pull you back-to-chest with him, giving him free rein to whisper filthy things in your ear while keeping you close

Daddy Chris who goes back and forth with his words. One second telling you things like how “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so well” and the next second saying things like “Aww it's too much? Good. Take this fucking dick, baby. It's made just for you."

Daddy Chris who pulls as many orgasms from you as he can before he's finished, sweet talking you through every. single. one. so he can watch you squirm below him with the biggest smirk on his face

Daddy Chris who only ends the night after you're overstimulated out your mind, tears running down your face and drool sliding down your chin

Daddy Chris who cleans you up, pressing sweet kisses to your temple and whispering soothing words to calm you down. He holds you close in the shower and at first just lets the hot water fall onto your skin before he washes you both

Mochi Channie who goes on like normal the next day, as if he didn't fuck you within an inch of your life the night before

Mochi Channie who still gets red in the face when you two show any skinship in front of the boys, but is more confident now that he realizes how deep in you both are <3

[valkyrieromanoff]

God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

NEXT

CHAPTER ONE: CRUISE

synopsis: when your best friend Luke asks you to pose as his girlfriend during his parents' 25th wedding anniversary cruise, you reluctantly agree. After all, you're single, he's desperate, and who can say no to an all-expenses-paid getaway? But what starts as a simple favor spirals into a tangled web of awkward introductions, suspicious relatives, and one undeniable complication: your growing, utterly inappropriate crush on Luke’s father, Anakin. Surrounded by the charming and chaotic Skywalker family, you’re forced to navigate the tricky waters of pretense, loyalty, and a passion you never saw coming.

warning: age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), cheating, alternate universe, that's it for now, I'll add more warnings when the next chapters come out.

words: 1.1k

a/n: I confess that I've had this idea marinating for a while, and now seeing the latest photos of Hayden at comic-con, he's so dad coded. So, I decided to take a chance and start a story, I don't know how many chapters there will be yet, but I'm excited to see where it will take us... Slightly inspired by Fuck your boyfriend('s dad) by forcemeanakin, I'm obsessed with her writing… Anyway, that's it, I hope you like it ;)

CHAPTER ONE: CRUISE

you were meant for me to find

it's out of my hands

there's nothing left to do but

cruise and just enjoy the ride

“Wait a second, let me get this straight…” you interrupted Luke, raising your hands to halt his rapid-fire explanation. He’d been talking non-stop for nearly five minutes, and you were still struggling to piece it all together. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend at your parents’ 25th wedding anniversary? Why on earth do you even need a fake girlfriend?” You adjusted yourself on the bed, pulling a pillow against your chest for comfort, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Luke let out a long, dramatic sigh, raking a hand through his messy blond hair. “You know how my parents are… always in my business. And now with Leia bringing her boyfriend, I just don’t want to be the only one showing up alone.” He looked at you with those pleading puppy-dog eyes, his voice softening. “Come on, just this once. Please? Didn’t you say you wanted to go on a cruise someday? Here’s your chance.”

You arched an amused eyebrow. “So, what—you’re trying to bribe me now?”

Luke shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with a loose thread on his jacket. “Well, when you put it like that…” he muttered sheepishly. “Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I—I trust you, okay? You’re the only person I can count on for this.”

His desperation was hard to ignore. You exhaled slowly, shaking your head. “Fine, I’ll do it,” you said, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “But only because of the all-inclusive package. Don’t think this means I approve of your ridiculous plan.”

A grin split across Luke’s face as he lunged forward to hug you. “Thank you! Seriously, you’re saving my life here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pushing him back playfully. “But if this backfires, you owe me big time.”

Luke hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, um… about that. I might have already put your name on the guest list.” 

Your eyes narrowed as you shoved his shoulder. “You what? Idiot.”

---

Now, a few days later, you found yourself standing on the pier, the midday sun beating down mercilessly. You checked your phone for the third time, scrolling through messages with a faint scowl. Still no word from Luke. If he left you waiting much longer, you were seriously going to kill him.

“Hey!” His voice cut through the buzz of the crowded dock. You turned to see him jogging toward you, a backpack slung casually over one shoulder. He looked a little too cheerful for someone who had left you baking in the sun.

“You’re late,” you called, crossing your arms as he approached. 

“Fashionably,” he quipped with a smirk, completely unbothered by your glare.

“thought you’d forgotten about me,” you teased, elbowing Luke lightly in the chest as he finally reached you.

Luke shrugged, offering a sheepish grin. “Blame my parents. They were running late because my dad accidentally packed the wrong suitcase for my mom. Total chaos—everyone was scrambling to fix it.”

You chuckled, imagining the scene. Though you hadn’t met Luke’s family yet, you’d heard plenty about them over the years. His parents were something of a legend in his stories: the perfect, if sometimes chaotic, couple who’d married young and raised twins.  

Padmé Amidala, Luke’s mother, was a force of nature. A federal deputy and professor of International Relations, she somehow juggled her demanding career with being a devoted wife and mother. Strong, brilliant, and endlessly busy, yet always managing to prioritize her family.

Anakin Skywalker, Luke’s father, was no less impressive. A retired army general, he’d left his military career after the twins were born to focus on raising them. Luke often spoke of how his dad spent hours tinkering in their garage, restoring vintage cars and building gadgets—a far cry from his days in uniform.

“Come on, let’s get moving,” Luke said, snapping you out of your thoughts. He grabbed the handle of his own suitcase and motioned toward the massive cruise ship docked ahead. 

You followed, letting him lead the way. The pier was packed with elegantly dressed guests, most of whom were likely Padmé’s colleagues—senators, representatives, and a mix of politicians from all corners. The line to board snaked back farther than you could see. 

“Do we really have to wait through all this?” you asked, eyeing the crowd and clutching the handle of your wheeled suitcase. 

Luke shot you a sly grin. “We don’t wait in lines.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he veered off toward the front of the queue, guiding you toward a set of stairs reserved for VIPs. You followed, struggling a little as your suitcase bumped against the steps. 

"Luke, get your girlfriend's suitcase," a strong, masculine voice called out from behind you, deep and commanding yet tinged with warmth. "Otherwise, she'll think I didn’t teach you how to be a gentleman."

Startled, you turned toward the source of the voice just as Luke, already at the top of the stairs, groaned in exasperation. He glanced back with a tired expression but made no move to help. 

“It’s okay, really, it’s not heavy,” you mumbled shyly, gripping the handle of your suitcase a little tighter. But as your eyes met the man addressing Luke, the words caught in your throat. 

Your lips parted slightly in disbelief. Gods… what a man. 

Standing before you was, without a doubt, the most stunning man you’d ever seen. Anakin Skywalker. His angular face was framed by sandy blond hair, slightly tousled with subtle waves that gave him a rugged charm. His piercing blue eyes—so vivid and expressive they seemed to pull you into a storm—were framed by faint lines that hinted at years of experience and a life well-lived. His presence was magnetic, his confident stance and the faint smirk on his lips radiating an almost effortless allure.  

“Come on, I insist,” Anakin said, his voice softening as he stepped closer. He reached out and gently took the suitcase from your hand before you could protest. His touch lingered just briefly, and the warmth of his hand sent a flicker of heat up your arm. “Not heavy, huh?” he teased with a wink, his tone laced with amusement.  

You managed a weak nod, your heart racing as you watched him carry your suitcase up the stairs with ease. Every movement was graceful, effortless, as though he hadn’t spent years off the battlefield but still carried himself like he could command a room—or a galaxy. 

Luke rolled his eyes at his father’s display, muttering under his breath. “Show off.”

Ignoring him, Anakin reached the top of the stairs and set your suitcase down carefully before glancing back at you with an easy smile. “Welcome aboard,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.  

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral, but your mind was racing. What the hell have you just gotten yourself into?

[animehideout]

Could you please do who falls first and who falls harder with jjk men - and how they would deal with falling in love? Like what would they be like. Sorry if that's too specific

JJK men, who falls first and who falls harder.

A/n: Thank you sweetheart for this cute reaction, I hope you enjoy it 💙

Characters: Gojo Satoru - Toji Fushiguro - Ryomen Sukuna - Nanami Kento - Itadori Yuji

Gojo Satoru : Falls harder.

You'd be the first to fall in love with him, considering how gorgeous he is anyone would definitely develop a crush on him, including you. But you fell not only for his looks but also his teasing and goofy personality. But man would fall harder for you, the thing is he doesn't realize it..yet. I think Satoru would be confused and lost as hell.

He's not used to falling in love with someone, he's only used to people/ women going crazy over him. So him experiencing love and strong feelings for someone would throw him off shore, and the thought of you would consumer his mind. He'd try had to avoid the thought of you, to get you off his mind. Tries to convince himself that love isn't for him, and that those feelings are just shallow and would fade away. He'd think that he wouldn't be a good partner and that he's got more important things to deal with , like his job since he's the strongest. But the more he fights his feelings back, the more they grow stronger. He'd uncontrollably get jealous when another guy gets near you. He'll catch himself getting really angry if a man makes you laugh. Sometimes, he'll catch himself smiling like a dork over your messages, pictures or simply when he sees you doing the smallest daily things, like breathing. He'd get a very strong urge to protect you and keep you safe. He's good at hiding his feelings though, you wouldn't guess that he loves you back.

Even though he's an overly confident guy, he'd be like a lost puppy and seeks help from no other than Geto. He truly suck at facing his feelings, so Suguru will help him realize and accept them, he will also hel him through the whole thing like how to properly confess without making it awkward or messing it up.

Toji Fushiguro: Falls harder.

He wouldn't notice you at first, but once you started proving yourself and flirting with him since you have the fattest crush on him, man would become obsessed with you. He's into strong and confident women, so the fact that you took the initiative and shown you're into him, he'd fall hard for you too.

Even though both of you didn't fully and officially confess yet, he'd act as if you're dating. He'd become overprotective, very possessive of you and gets jealous easily. He'd start physical fights with guys who get near you. Toji would be very touchy with you, gives you your daily dose of pick up lines, compliments, random winks and delicate touches. He has no problem accepting his feelings for you, and he's always ready to get into a relationship as long as you're a real and the right one. I feel like despite his flirty nature, he's take his time and tries to get to know you better, on a deep level. He believes that the spark and sexual tension that comes from flirting is 100% necessary to keep both of you interested and to make things entertaining and spicy.

When he's 100% sure you're the right one, he'd casually ask you out , he's very confident at it, especially that he knows you're the one who started it at first.

Ryomen Sukuna: Falls first.

If Sukuna wants something, he'll get it no matter what. One look is enough for him to claim you. It's love at first sight, well more like obsession at first sight. If you smile at him or show him the slightest and smallest interest ( not necessarily ), he'll consider it as a green light to own you. You basically belong to him but you don't know yet. He'd kill anyone who dares to touch you in a way he doesn't approve of. He doesn't really think that he might scare you away, because he believes you have nowhere to hide or run away from him. He's a yandere when he's in love, a toxic one to be specific. He wouldn't hurt you physically but man would hurt those who are close to you. He wouldn't beg for your love but he aspires to make you beg for him. He wants you, he wants to have you and make you need him, as if your whole existence depends on him.

Sukuna knows how to play, he's got them plans. He knows how to drive you willingly to his web, to make you crawl to him as if he casted a love spell on you. He surely falls first but makes you fall x10 for him.

Nanami Kento: Falls first.

100% knows how to handle falling in love with someone. His heart would start beating fast yes but he wouldn't get nervous or panic around you. He wouldn't scare you away. He'd know how to treat you. Nanami doesn't have any intentions to make you fall for him, he believes that love shouldn't be forced so he'd admire you and love you respectfully and gently, but you'd end up falling in love with him any way, I mean who wouldn't?.

He's got natural, inviting charms, that make anyone crave to be with him. He's so calm around you, treats you with extra care and softness. He'd offer to help you even with the smallest and easiest tasks, he'd protect you, offers his jacket when the weather gets cold, walks you home late at night, and respects your boundaries. You wouldn't notice he's in love with you because he's a natural gentleman.

He'd shoot his shot though, patiently waits for the perfect moment to confess his emotions towards you, without pressuring you. He would make the whole environment, place, time, and the way he talks, comfortable as much as possible. Nanami would be surprised when you don't reject his feelings and tell him that feeling is mutual, he's a humble man. When you start dating, nothing would change, he's so mature and knows well how to treat you, and asks for consent first before doing anything.

Itadori Yuji: Falls first + falls harder.

No matter how much you love Yuji, he'll always love you more. He's a ball of joy, his feelings would start with a small crush, but he lets it grow into stronger feelings without realizing it untill he's drowning in your love. He'd be nervous at first, then starts getting really excited when he embraced the fact that he's a lover boy. He got more comfortable, acts extra friendly to you, makes sure to take a really good care of you, brings you your favorite snacks.

His cute actions, stimulated something in you, and made you fall in love with him. Yuji doubles and triples texts, call you randomly just to hear your voice and make sure you're fine. He cares too much, and isn't afraid to show his feelings even in front of others. He gets super energetic around you, makes you laugh all the time, and he ia there for you whenever you need him. You would be the one to ask him out first, cutie baby would be over the moon, the happiest man alive. He couldn't believe it at first, he'll look at you in confusion, literally stunned. Yuji Got no filter, he isn't shy or ashamed to let his feelings control his actions, if he feels a certain way, then he'll let it show. Yuji is definitely boyfriend material, he'll make you really happy and his love for you would grow more powerful day by day.

[taifenggg]

Lovestruck[Dateables]

Things the dateables do because they’re simps for you

CW: none

Characters: GN!Reader(no pronouns specified), Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Authors Notes: requests are open atm! dont be afraid to send something my way, just be sure to read the rules first!

[Brothers Here]

Diavolo [👐💗]

He always thinks about you and acts on impulse because of it

“Barbatos, I saw them eyeing a few things last time I went out with them. I've compiled a list so would you mind procuring everything that you can?" Barbatos nodded, "Yes my lord, but if I may, what's the occasion?" Despite saying this, Barbatos knew full well that there was no special occasion, but decided to humor Diavolo.

"Oh! Nothing in particular, I just felt like it," he chuckled softly, a faint flush on his face. Barbatos shook his head slightly, the edges of his lips threatening to curl upwards into a knowing smile. Diavolo started fiddling with his hands, staring at his phone anxiously. Everytime it would vibrate his head would shoot up and his hand would reach over, only for his head to droop slightly, seeing as how it wasn't a message from you.

"Young Master, seeing as how you can't seem to focus on your paperwork, perhaps it's best that we should continue this later? You seem rather antsy," Barbatos pressed a hand to the top of the stack of papers before Diavolo, a knowing smile on his face. Diavolo's face lit up realizing that Barbatos was releasing him to leave, to be able to see you. "Perhaps we should," he pushes back his seat standing up. "Barbatos, I'm going out for a bit, keep an eye on the castle while I'm away." And without another word, he bolts out of his office.

Barbatos chuckles softly watching him race off, neatly stacking the scattered paperwork into a pile.

Barbatos [⌛🖤]

He’s not afraid to show his most vulnerable sides to you

"Well this is a sight to behold."

Barbatos looks up from the kitchen counter, a soft smile on his face. You find you mouth hanging open slightly as you stare at him. Even while working in the kitchen, Barbatos seems refined as ever, sleeves neatly rolled up showing off his forearms, and an apron tied around his waist. You quickly avert your gaze, suddenly taking interest in the wall, feeling your face grow warm. Barbatos only smiles at you, gesturing for you to come closer. As you approach him, he holds a spoon in his hand, “Here, have a taste and tell me what you think.”

Tentatively taking the spoon from him, you lick it, your eyes lighting up. “This is great! Is this what you’re making?” You look down at what he’s created. “I took some inspiration from the human world and decided to try my hand at making...crème brulée? How is it?” He stares at you, eager to hear your feedback. “It’s perfect,” you grin, shooting him a thumbs up giving him your approval. Your smile soon turns into a slight frown, Barbatos gives you a puzzled glance, “Is something the matter?”

“Your eyes...Barbatos, have you been overworking yourself?” a hand reaches up to cup his face, rubbing his cheek. Barbatos stiffens slightly from your touch, unaccustomed to the feeling of someone touching him so....intimately. Usually, he would have smacked away the hand caressing at him, but instead his eyes soften, and his hand reaches up to hold yours in his. “I will be fine, please do not worry,” he laughs softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest from your concern over him. You shook your head, pouting at him, “I should talk to Diavolo about lightening the amount of work you’ve taken on recently, he’ll understand.” You pull away from him and Barbatos finds himself craving the warmth of your hands once more. He reaches out to you, pulling you back close to him, “No, that’s quite alright, although, thank you for your concern.” You sigh softly, turning around, “Then you have to promise me that you’ll get some rest. Please?” you give him the best puppy dog eyes that you can muster, and Barbatos’ resolve wavers. 

“Very well, but at the very least, allow me to put the dessert into the fridge before it spoils.”

Solomon [🪄🤍]

He’s always looking out for you and your well-being

“Careful MC, watch your step, the footing here is uneven,” Solomon holds a hand out to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s not that bad,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, but despite what you said you still took his hand holding it in yours. His hands, seem to mold into yours, his fingers wrapping around yours. “Got you,” he chuckled softly, “Now I’m never going to let you go.” You push him lightly, laughing softly as you squeeze his hand in yours. Solomon’s grip on you is firm, and provides you with a sense of comfort as the two of you stroll through the bustling streets of the Devildom. You stare at all of the shops, a grin on your face as you pull Solomon along, pointing out the things that you find of interest. 

Suddenly Solomon tugs you to the side and out of the way of a few demons, racing through the streets. He shields you with his body holding you close. Once they pass by, he looks stares at you affection in his gaze, “Are you alright? They pushed by pretty quickly.” His voice is soft as he continues staring at you. “I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting you to do that,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up. "Well there's more where that came from," he smiled, teasing you lightly, leaning in. You laugh softly, pushing him gently. Solomon only laughs, pulling away from you but not before, intertwining his fingers in with yours.

"Stay close to me alright? No harm should befall you as long as you stick by my side."

Simeon [🥞🩵]

He’s always there to lend a shoulder to you

"MC? What’s the matter?” a frown mars his pretty face as he leans over you, concern in his gaze. You turn to look at him from your position on the railing overlooking the vast expanse of the Devildom. You sniffled, wiping your face, trying to make yourself appear more presentable, “Ah Simeon! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up, I just wanted some fresh air.” Simeon approaches you, worry still written all over his face. His hand reaches up to cup your face which causes you to stiffen from his touch.

“Have you been crying?” he murmurs, his brow creasing as he stared at you. “Huh? I....” you tear your face away from his hand, staring at the floor finding it difficult to hold his gaze. “No I just...like I said, I wanted fresh air,” you let out a shuddering gasp to try and recollect yourself. “MC...look at me,” Simeon lifts your face, fingers gently holding onto your chin. “You can talk to me alright?” To see you on the verge of tears like this, Simeon felt his heart ache, wondering how he could resolve this and console you. 

Your breathing quickened as you stared at him feeling your body shake and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your arms found their way around his torso, clinging to him, your face buried into the crook of his neck for comfort. He emanates warmth, hands gently caressing your back, holding onto you. “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” his voice murmurs from above you, and you can feel the steady rising and falling of his body. 

You continue holding onto him, until you feel that you’re ready to speak. You pull your face away from him, biting your lip. “Sorry...I’m just....I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately so I just wanted some time to myself, and then I couldn’t help myself, I guess I just started crying.” You grimace slightly, turning away from him. “MC...it’s okay to feel these things, there’s nothing to be ashamed about, I mean we can’t always control out emotions and that’s alright.” You feel yourself on the verge of tearing up once more but you force it back, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just suddenly spring this on you.”

Simeon smiles softly, his hands squeezing your sides comfortingly. “My dear MC, there’s nothing you need to apologize for alright? You’re already doing great, and I will ensure that I will always be by your side to give you encouragement should you need it.”

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「 ✦ One of your girls .✦ 」

[Theodore Nott x reader]

Summary: Theodore Nott was the love of my life, the one I'd trade my whole world for. But this summer, I yearned for a different role in his life, even if it meant becoming just one of his girls

Warning:fluff,angst,smut, oral (f!received), fingering, lying about virginity,(+18)

Words:8k

In this world of labels there are , "good boys" and "bad boys," Theodore Nott existed in a category all his own. like devil in disguise, but manlier. And definitely hotter by like a thousand degrees .

As I stood there, captivated by his interaction with a Gryffindor girl, two stark realizations crashed over me. First, I desperately needed to refine my Marauder mischief skills. And More importantly, I needed to bridge the chasm between myself and Theodore. This summer, I wouldn't just be his little sister's best friend; I craved a different role in his life.

Lana's voice, sharp and cutting through my reverie, jolted me back to reality. "Y/N, are you with me?"

"Forgive me, my thoughts wandered," I muttered, composing myself with practiced neutrality.

“I was just saying, I really want Dad to approve this environmental camp," she continued, her enthusiasm undeterred.

"Absolutely," I agreed, forcing a smile. "Those Larus birds undeniably deserve all the protection we can offer." However, my gaze remained tethered to Theodore and his seemingly animated conversation with the Gryffindor girl.

"Right?" Lana beamed. "Perhaps Theo or Christian could help us sway Father?" Lana suggested hopefully.

"An excellent suggestion," I managed, a barbed comment forming on my tongue.

Perhaps your brother would engage in more productive activities than fraternizing with the Gryffindor girl. But I swallowed the retort.

"Christian can be a bit overprotective, bless his heart," Lana began, "but I do believe the 'puppy-dog eyes' technique, as he calls it, might work on Theo," Lana mused cheerfully.believe

A pang of curiosity shot through me. Could this "puppy eyes" technique be effective on Theo as well? I stifled the urge to inquire.

As if sensing my scrutiny, I almost choked on a gasp when he turned, our eyes locking for a beat too long. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he resumed his conversation with the Gryffindor girl. My mind conjured elaborate – and disturbing – daydreams of her demise.

"Are you alright?" Lana's voice held a hint of worry.

"Perfect," I muttered, the word a lie heavy on my tongue. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of my escalating jealousy.

"Then let's proceed," she declared, taking my hand in hers.

The world became a blur as we walked, the proximity to Theo and his unwelcome companion amplifying my agitation. My pulse pounded in my ears, a relentless drumbeat against the backdrop of muted classroom sounds.

Finally, we passed them. Still, Theo's gaze lingered on me, a silent connection that sent a wave of heat through my body. Just as abruptly, , Then in a move that stole the breath from my lungs, the Gryffindor girl cupped Theodore's jaw, pulling him down for a rough, aggressive kiss. I averted my eyes, a wave of nausea washing over me.

“ EWWW “ Lana muttered, mirroring my own disgust.

“Perhaps," I ventured, my voice tight with unspoken emotions, "you should utilize those puppy dog eyes sooner before he gets distracted again “

Potions became a blurry mess of bubbling cauldrons and swirling fumes. Snape's usual scathing commentary faded into the background, as my mind replayed the scene on loop: Theo, his lips locked with the Gryffindor girl, a stranger who somehow managed to snag his attention. Her triumphant smirk as she pulled away felt branded onto my eyelids.

Jealousy gnawed at me like a rogue Flobberworm. Every stolen glance his way felt like a betrayal, a secret message only I could decipher. Was this what Lana meant by "puppy eyes"? Because right now, all I wanted to do was unleash my inner dragon and set the damn girl ablaze.

The Great Hall echoed with the boisterous chatter of lunchtime. As I joined my friends at the Slytherin table, a familiar warmth washed over me – camaraderie, yes, but something more potent simmered beneath the surface. My stolen glance at Theo, however, sent a jolt of conflicting emotions. He was already there, his dark eyes locked on mine for a lingering moment before he averted his gaze.

A playful tug on my braid brought me back to reality. Lana, a mischievous glint in her eyes, was trying to get me out of my misery that she can’t quite understand what gets me into

Mattheo, being his usual blunt self, decided to stir up some trouble, "Just want to make sure the rumors are true. Did our little Y/N break Cedric Diggory's heart?"he said, causing Theo's gaze to intensify on me, igniting a mix of excitement and nervousness within me.

"Sorry, what?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"It's okay, y/n, we can see that you're at that age for those kinds of things. What puberty did to you can't go unnoticed,"

My cheeks burned a furious red. The air crackled with tension as Blaise's words hung in the air.

Before I could retort, a cold fury replaced Theo's usual nonchalance. "Shut the hell up, Zabini, before I make you."

His sharp tone silenced the table. I stole a glance at him, he looked relaxed despite his tone , his eyes locked in a silent battle with Blaise. And that was well- very awkward

Matteo, unfazed by Theo's outburst, pressed on. "Back to the broken heart thing, did you really ditch a date with Diggory?"

My cheeks burned under the scrutiny of the table. "It wasn't like that, he understood," I stammered, desperately trying to salvage the situation. "I just said I had to study."

Lana, oblivious to my boiling frustration, jumped in. "No, no, she's just being humble! Cedric was head over heels! He was moping around for days after she said no, his heart practically shattered. Still he can't seem to take his eyes off her today."

I shot her a glare that could curdle milk, but she just winked back, clearly enjoying the drama.

"Why'd you turn him down, then?" Blaise pressed, his amusement evident.

Theo, however, surprised everyone. "She's still too young for that," he muttered. Really? The audacity! My hand twitched, a silent promise of violence aimed at his handsome but infuriating face.

My temper flared. "First of all," I stated, fixing him with a hard stare, "I'm only a year younger than you. Second, I said no because it wouldn't be fair to either of us. I already have feelings for someone else."

A collective gasp rippled through the group.

"You never told me that!" Lana exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

"No," I said, trying to project a confidence I didn't entirely feel. My gaze locked with Theo's, daring him to look away. "I was planning on telling you… tonight."

"Who is this mystery man?" Matteo leaned forward, his tone laced with curiosity. "Do we know him?"

"No, you don't," I lied smoothly, a flicker of defiance sparking in my chest. "He graduated."

A wave of disappointment washed over Blaise's face. "Oooh, Y/N, you sneaky minx! Who knew you had that in you?"

The Hogwarts Express rumbled to a halt, signaling the end of the semester and the glorious (or dreaded, depending on who you asked) freedom of summer. Bidding farewell to Lana, whose eyes held a knowing glint that made me sweat, I trudged off the train, eager to reach the familiar comfort of my own home.

Living just two houses away from Theo and Lana meant constant proximity, which could be either a blessing or a curse depending on how things unfolded. The lie about a mysterious older boyfriend sat heavy in my stomach. It was a desperate attempt to buy myself some breathing room, a chance to navigate the confusing maze of emotions swirling within me.

The oppressive heat of summer hung heavy in the air, mirroring the nervous knot in my stomach. Lana's father had finally approved the conservation camp, and while I was happy for her, a pang of disappointment shot through me. That meant less time to figure things out with Theo.

Taking a deep breath I slipped into a summer dress – the kind that hugged my curves perfectly and left a trail of cool air on my skin.

Taking a deep breath, I crossed the two houses separating our homes and knocked on Theo's door. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. What was I even doing here?

The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Finch, the Nott family housekeeper, her face etched with surprise. "Miss Y/N? What a surprise! Mr. Theo is the only one home, I'm afraid. Miss Lana's still out."

My cheeks flushed crimson. This was not the grand entrance I'd envisioned. "Oh!" I feigned surprise. "Goodness, how forgetful of me. I just realized I left something in Lana's room. Terribly sorry to bother you, Mrs. Finch."

The housekeeper's expression softened. "No trouble at all, dear. Just head on up, third door on the right."

With a mumbled thank you, I practically sprinted up the stairs, my heart thundering in my chest. This impulsive, poorly-planned visit was already spiraling out of control. Would he see through my flimsy excuse? Most importantly, what was I going to say to him once I was alone with him under the guise of borrowing something from Lana?

The familiar chaos of Lana's room swam before my eyes. Clothes littered the floor, forgotten textbooks sat precariously on the desk,I don’t know why she insisted that no one else but her clean her room when she barley do it

"Are you lost?"

The sound of Theo's voice cut through the mental fog. I spun around, heart hammering against my ribs like a frantic hummingbird. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his gaze lingering on me a beat too long.

And then, his eyes scanned me from head to toe, a slow, deliberate sweep that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. Merlin's beard, I wanted to be on my knees (respectfully, of course). That summer dress, the impulsive visit - everything suddenly felt like a terrible, wonderful mistake.

"N-no," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I, uh, just came to… borrow something from Lana." The lie tasted like ashes in my mouth, but I couldn't bring myself to confess my real motive. Not yet, anyway.

Theo pushed himself off the doorframe, taking a slow step closer. The air crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with the summer heat. "Is that right?" he drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His eye held an unreadable depth that made my breath hitch.

"Yes," I managed, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "She mentioned a book on… Larus migration patterns? I thought I might borrow it for some summer reading."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Larus migration patterns, huh? Sounds like a fascinating read for a summer day."

His words were laced with a double meaning, and a blush crept up my cheeks. Was he teasing me? Did he suspect my real reason for being here?

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. My carefully constructed plan was falling apart faster than a poorly brewed Amortentia potion. But before I could stammer out another excuse, Theo surprised me with a soft chuckle.

"Well," he drawled, his voice softer now, "since Lana's not here, perhaps I could help you find the book."

The breath caught in my throat. Here I was, caught red-handed (or rather, red-dressed), and yet, Theo's amusement was oddly disarming. His casual demeanor didn't quite match the intensity I'd glimpsed in his eyes moments ago.

"Really?" I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper. The air crackled between us, charged with a sudden shift in energy.

A slow smirk played on his lips. "Yeah, why not? Did you want someone else to help you, maybe?"

He took a slow step forward, his presence filling the room. I instinctively leaned back, my back hitting the wall with a soft thud. A thrill shot through me as his eyes lingered on my face, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

"He's not here, though," he drawled, the amusement leaving his voice. "So bad."

Confusion clouded my mind. "He?" I stammered.

Theo's brows furrowed. "Oh, your older, hot crush? That's what you said, right? So you're here all dressed up and making excuses for nothing." The smile that had been playing on his lips vanished completely.

A wave of panic washed over me. "Are you kidding me?" I blurted out, unable to contain my frustration. Heat crept up my cheeks. "Are you that blind?" just then I realized the depth of my mistake. He thought my crush was Christopher, his own brother!

He was close now, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His hands braced themselves on either side of my face, caging me in. My breath caught in my throat.

"Trapped?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.

If looks could kill, I would have been dead. Theo's expression was a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. I reached out hesitantly, my fingers brushing against his cheek. Thankfully, he didn't pull away.

"It's not Christopher," I whispered, my eyes darted drawn to the tempting curve of his lips.

"Oh yeah?" he challenged, his voice husky.

I couldn't hold back any longer. This was it. With a surge of desperation, I cupped his face with one hand, the other finding its way to the back of his neck and I kissed him.

It was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion. I was kissing Theo it wasn’t a dream , feeling the heat and intensity of the moment wash over me. My lips on his, our breaths mingling, it was my first kiss, but that fact faded into insignificance. He was the only thing that mattered.

Panic briefly gripped me when he didn't immediately respond to the kiss. I pulled away, searching his eyes for any sign of reciprocation, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Fuck," he muttered, pulling me closer, lifting me effortlessly until my legs were wrapped around his waist. His kiss this time was harder, more urgent, our bodies pressed against the wall as he devoured my lips.

It was a hungry kiss, filled with raw desire and longing. I moaned into his mouth, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me. As his tongue sought entry, I responded eagerly, my hand finding its way to his shoulder, the other tangling in his hair. It felt intoxicatingly good, every touch sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

He didn't stop, his kisses growing more intense, more mind-blowing with each passing second. I felt myself teetering on the edge of something powerful, something I had never experienced before.

When he finally pulled away, our lips still touching, he whispered, "We shouldn't do that." I leaned in, wanting more, desperate to recapture the fire he had ignited within me. But this time, he stopped me with a gentle hand on my cheek.

"We shouldn't," he repeated, his words laced with a battle between desire and control.

" You ... don’t want this?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, before claiming my lips once more in a kiss that left me breathless and wanting more.

He kept kissing me, then his lips dipped lower, trailing a path of fire down my neck. Each touch ignited a new spark within me, a desperate need for more. But just as quickly, he pulled away, his hand clamping over my mouth the moment a moan escaped my lips.

He released me with a ragged breath, fingers brushing my lips – a touch that felt both accidental and deliberate. "Don't fucking let me do that again," he growled, his expression unreadable.

"Theo..." My voice trembled, a choked whisper lost in the deafening silence.

"Don't," he cut me off, his voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine.

I ignored him, the dam of my emotions threatening to burst. "No, Theo, I do like you so much! No, I think I love–"

He slammed his hand down on the nearest surface, the sharp crack echoing through the room. "Stop talking! Stop fucking talking and get out!"

My heart plummeted to my stomach. I stared at him, disbelief etching lines on my face. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't the answer I'd envisioned.

"I said, get out!" he roared, his voice raw with something akin to despair.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. Fear, a primal and cold sensation, gripped me. I couldn't stay there, not with that look in his eyes. Tears blurring my vision, I turned and fled. I ran blindly out of the room, my feet pounding against the wooden floorboards. I didn't stop until I was out of the house, gasping for breath on the front porch steps. My legs felt like jelly, my vision obscured by a torrent of tears.

After four days of crying in my room, watching romcoms, and indulging in ice cream, I had practically shut myself off from the outside world. Ignoring calls and messages, I had no intention of leaving my room anytime soon.

But then, my phone started ringing, and the name that flashed on the screen caught my attention – Blaise Zabini. Why was he calling me? I debated whether to answer or not, but curiosity got the better of me.

"Hello?" I answered tentatively.

"Hello, beautiful lady. What are you doing tonight?" Blaise's smooth voice flowed through the phone, surprising me.

"Did you mistake my number for someone else?" I asked, slightly bewildered.

Blaise chuckled. "No, Y/N, I'm calling you. There's a party tonight, and you should come."

I couldn't believe it. Blaise inviting me to a party? It seemed surreal, especially considering how distant I had been lately. "Is this some kind of dare?" I half-jokingly asked, recalling how Lana and I had once begged to be included in their circle last year.

"No, of course not. Lana is away at camp, and I figured you must be bored. Plus, you're old enough now. So, are you coming?" Blaise explained.

I was shocked but managed to say, "Yes."

"Good, I'll pick you up," he said confidently.

"Um, what should I wear?" I asked, feeling a bit out of my depth.

"Something hot for sure," Blaise replied, causing my mouth to drop open. Surely, there must be more to it than just small talk and an unexpected invitation.

I dragged myself out of bed, feeling a bit more alive than I had in days. The prospect of going out, even to a party, was both daunting and oddly exciting. I made my way to the bathroom, deciding that a hot shower would do wonders for my mood.

The water cascaded down my skin, washing away some of the heaviness that had settled over me. I washed my hair, taking extra care to make it look presentable. After all, Blaise had mentioned something about looking hot, and I wanted to at least make an effort.

Once out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and stood in front of the mirror, contemplating my options. My wardrobe seemed to mock me with its array of dresses, each one a reminder of happier times. But tonight was different. I wanted to feel good, even if just for a few hours.

My eyes settled on a vibrant off-shoulder red dress, short enough to be playful yet elegant. It had been a while since I'd worn something so bold, but tonight felt like the perfect occasion. Slipping into the dress, I couldn't help but admire how it hugged my curves in all the right places.

With my hair styled in loose waves cascading down my shoulders, I turned to my makeup. Opting for a subtle smokey eye and a bold red lip to match the dress, I added a touch of highlighter to give my skin a healthy glow.

Just as I finished applying the last stroke of mascara, my phone rang again. It was Blaise, letting me know that he was waiting outside. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and headed out.

A slow smirk spread across Blaise's face as he took in my entire outfit. "Damn, Y/N," he said, his voice dropping a cool octave. "You look goodness. Tonight, you're not just breaking hearts, you're shattering them."

"Thanks," I managed, trying to project an air of confidence I wasn't entirely sure I possessed.

The drive to the bar was a blur of conversation and upbeat music. Blaise gave me a heads-up that this was a different scene than the usual hangouts Lana and I frequented. No sticky floors or questionable punch here. This place oozed sophistication with a healthy dose of trendy vibes.

The closer we got, the bigger the butterflies became. "Just a heads-up," Blaise said casually, "Theo's gonna be there."

My eyes widened like headlights caught on high beams. "Why are you telling me this?" I blurted, my voice shaky.

Blaise held up his hands in mock surrender. "Whoa there, little firecracker. Easy now. Listen, I know what happened," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

He paused, his gaze meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "You've got two choices tonight," he continued, his voice low and serious. "Option one: Go in there, drown your sorrows in overpriced cocktails, and cry yourself to sleep like you have been for the past week. Option two: You walk in that door, head held high, and have the best damn night of your life. Show him what a colossal mistake he made. But more importantly, have fun. Forget Theo for the night. You deserve it."

My initial suspicion flared. How did Blaise know about Theo? Did Theo tell everyone, maybe even paint some twisted narrative of what happened? The worst-case scenario played in my head: everyone knowing I'd forced myself on him. I pushed those thoughts down, refusing to let them take root.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of suspicion.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Oh, the nerve! Here I am, trying to be the ever-so-charming host, and you accuse me of… niceness?" He placed a hand dramatically over his chest. "Honestly, Y/N, I'm deeply wounded."

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and genuine. It felt good, a welcome change from the constant ache in my chest. As we pulled into the bar's crowded parking lot, I spotted a familiar face – the Gryffindor girl from school, the one with a permanent case of RBF.

Suddenly, the prospect of a night out filled with new faces and zero Theo drama seemed a whole lot more appealing.

"Alright," I announced, a determined glint in my eyes. "Going inside and having fun sounds way better."

Blaise's smirk widened. "Now you're talking," he said, finally pulling the car to a stop. "Let's do this."

We pushed through the heavy bar doors, the sudden wave of loud music and flashing lights hitting me like a physical blow. My eyes squinted against the assault, struggling to adjust to the dim, pulsing atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, spilled alcohol, and something vaguely floral that I couldn't quite identify.

Then I saw it.

Bodies. Everywhere bodies. Couples intertwined on couches, limbs tangled in a way that left little to the imagination. People grinding against each other on the dance floor, clothes barely clinging to their sweaty forms. My mouth fell open in a silent scream.

"Are you kidding me, Blaise?" I shrieked, my voice barely audible over the pounding music. "Did you invite me to an orgy ?"

Blaise chuckled, his earlier cool persona replaced by something a little more… suggestive. "Not quite, sweetheart," he drawled. "But if you're interested, I know a guy…"

Blaise winked, then turned his attention to a group of women across the room. My stomach churned. Had he brought me here just to ditch me?

"Where are you going?" I demanded, grabbing his arm before he could slink away.

He looked back at me, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You wouldn't want to know, sweetheart. Trust me." Before I could argue, he was weaving his way through the crowd, leaving me stranded in a sea of strangers.

Panic clawed at my throat. I was completely out of my element, suffocated by the throbbing music and the overt displays of affection. Trying to navigate the throng of people felt like trying to walk through a mosh pit. Elbows jabbed, drinks sloshed, and muttered curses collided with the music. Every step forward felt like a battle.

Just when I was on the verge of tears, a familiar voice cut through the din.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

I snapped my head towards the source of the sound, relief washing over me like a tidal wave. There, standing a few feet away, was Cedric Diggory, a friendly face from Hogwarts. He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him.

"Oh, thank God!" I exclaimed, practically throwing myself at him. He caught me with a smile, a steady presence in the swirling chaos.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted out, clinging to him like a lifeline. "I came with Blaise, but… well, he kinda ditched me."

Cedric's smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. "Don't worry about him," he said reassuringly. "I can take you home if you want."

The offer was tempting, a safe haven from the overwhelming sensory overload. But then my gaze fell across the crowded room, landing on Theo. He was… well, making out with someone. Not just anyone, but two someones. His hands were everywhere, his lips moving feverishly between two very enthusiastic girls.

The sight of him sent a fresh wave of anger and hurt coursing through me. I wanted to scream, to cry, to set the whole place on fire. But instead, I did something completely unexpected.

"Actually," I said, my voice surprisingly steady, "Do you want to dance?"

A slow smile spread across my face as Cedric offered his hand. Relief momentarily eclipsed the anger simmering beneath the surface. He led me onto the dance floor, his touch light and hesitant on my waist. Compared to Theo's rough possessiveness, it felt… foreign.

"Theodora Nott," I muttered under my breath, the name a bitter curse on my tongue. Every fiber of my being ached to tear my gaze away from Theo.

Cedric's breath tickled my ear as he spoke, but my mind was elsewhere. Then, our eyes met. Theo's. His face contorted in a mixture of surprise and disbelief, like he'd seen a ghost.

Theo seemed momentarily speechless, his jaw clenched tight. Then, in a move that surprised even me, he shoved the two girls aside, their confused faces momentarily forgotten. He barged his way through the crowd, a determined scowl on his face.

"Diggory," he spat, his voice laced with venom.

"Nott," Cedric replied, a flicker of confusion crossing his features.

"Think I can take this from here?" Theo said, his gaze never leaving mine. "Thanks for keeping Y/N company."

Cedric glanced between us, a hesitant frown creasing his brow. Knowing I needed to act fast, I plastered a sickly sweet smile on my face.

"It's alright, Cedric," I chirped, my voice dripping with fake sincerity. "Theo's here now, and you know, practically like a brother to me."

Theo's jaw clenched tight, his anger barely contained. It fueled a fire within me, a perverse satisfaction at seeing him squirm. Cedric, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, simply nodded and melted back into the crowd.

As soon as he was out of sight, I reached out and lightly touched Theo's arm. "Hello, brother," I purred, the word laced with mockery. "Enjoying yourself?"

He swatted my hand away, his voice tight with irritation. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"Dancing, drinking, you know ," I replied, my voice light and carefree. "Hopefully getting some… you know, without having to share." I couldn't resist adding a pointed jab at his earlier display of affection.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "That's not the right answer, Y/N."

"Oh, so now you're the authority on what's right and wrong?" I scoffed. "Just get lost and let me enjoy my night."

"Not happening," he growled, stepping closer. For a fleeting moment, I swear his eyes flickered to my lips, sending a tremor of something unexpected through me.

"Not happening," he countered, his eyes flickering towards my lips for a fleeting moment.

A shiver ran down my spine, but I refused to let it show. "So you get to have fun, but I can't? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you were having a blast with your little… (here I paused, searching for the perfect comedic insult) …buffet." I forced a smile, pushing myself away from him in a playful, yet firm, manner.

He didn't get a chance to retort before a gasp escaped my lips. A clumsy dancer, fueled by who-knows-what concoction, careened into me, spilling the entirety of his drink down my dress. The scarlet fabric clung to my body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

Theo let out a frustrated curse under his breath. "Damn it, Y/N, and your damn stubborn red dresses ," he muttered, before grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the crowd. His gaze darted around frantically, before settling on a nearby staircase.

The world spun a little faster as Theo pulled me through the crowd, his grip tight on my arm. We navigated through bodies and flashing lights, finally ending up near a darkened stairway leading upwards. He pushed open a door, revealing a large, beautifully furnished room – a stark contrast to the party raging outside.

"Stay here," he instructed, his voice low and urgent.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed at his bossiness but strangely comforted by his protectiveness.My mind was still reeling from the sudden alcohol shower, my thoughts fuzzy and disconnected.

Theo's presence alone was overwhelming. All the anger, hurt, and confusion I'd been feeling seemed to coalesce into a potent cocktail of emotions. My mind, however, wasn't processing things clearly. The red dress clinging to my body, the sting of Theo's earlier words, the memory of seeing him with those girls – it all swirled together in a chaotic mess.

Ignoring the instruction to stay put, I crossed the room and locked the door with a satisfying click. Grasping the hem of the ruined dress, I ripped it upwards in one swift motion. There, standing before a giant mirror, was me in all my red lace glory – bra and panties matching the ruined dress.

Theo stepped in, a black t-shirt clutched in his hand. His gaze locked with mine, a slow burn spreading across his face. He scanned me from head to toe, his eyes lingering on the shocking red lace bra and matching panties that were now my only attire.

For a moment, the room seemed to shrink, the music fading into a distant hum. The air crackled with a tension that sent a jolt of electricity through me.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" he finally managed, his voice rough with a mix of concern and something else – something deeper.

The question snapped me out of my haze. A defiant chuckle escaped my lips. "Not a single Shot," I replied, my voice surprisingly steady as I walked towards him.

The t-shirt fluttered to the floor, forgotten. His eyes were fixed on me, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. I stopped just inches from him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, his face just inches from mine. The heat of his body radiated against mine, intensifying the buzz in my head.

"We don't have to be in love," I slurred, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A part of me knew this was insane, But another part just craved his attention, his touch.

All I craved was his attention, his touch.

"I just wanna be… one of your girls tonight," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. A shiver ran down my spine as the reality of my words hit me. Was I really saying this? But then I remembered Theo with those other girls, the way they would whisper about him at school, the way they boasted about their "experiences" with him.

Suddenly, a strange sense of defiance mixed with a simmering desire fueled my next words. "I want what you give them," I confessed, my eyes locked on his. "The kind of thing they brag about to their friends for years."

He reached out, a single finger brushing against my cheek. My breath hitched at the contact.

"Give me tough love don’t hold back," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "Push me, choke me. Show me what it's like to be… yours even if it’s just for a night ." My voice dropped even lower. "Anything," I whispered, "just don't pretend you don't want me."

My words hung heavy in the air, the audacity of them making my cheeks burn. But before I could even think about backtracking, Theo surged forward, scooping me up into his arms. A gasp escaped my lips as he pulled me close, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over me.

He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pulled me close. My hands instinctively found purchase on his broad shoulders, the heat radiating through his shirt setting my skin alight.

"That's wrong," he rasped, his lips brushing dangerously close to mine.

"It's not," I insisted, the defiance laced with a desperate plea.

He didn't answer. Instead, he kissed me. It was a hard kiss, desperate and hungry, as if he was trying to erase everything that had come between us. My body melted against his, all thoughts fleeing my mind except for the fierce press of his lips against mine.

He carried me across the room, depositing me onto a large table. pulled away after what felt like an eternity, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a tremor through me. He pushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his eyes searching mine. "I'd hold onto something, if I were you." he murmured, his voice thick with possessiveness that both terrified and excited me.

My fingers brushed against his face, his warm breath ghosting over my lips as he leaned down.

His hand moved down my body, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers erupting across my skin. His fingers grazed my thighs, a light touch that somehow managed to ignite a fire within me. My breath hitched, a moan escaping my lips as desire battled with the remnants of reason.

His lips brushed against my ear, his voice a husky whisper against my sensitive skin. "Choose a word," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded numbly, unsure if I would even be able to speak if I needed to.

"Red," I managed to whisper, my voice laced with desire as his lips trailed along my neck, eliciting a soft moan from deep within me.

"Fucking red again," he muttered, his lips pressing against my skin with a hunger that ignited a fire within me. I arched my neck, offering him more access, more of me.

"You use this if it gets too much, understood?" he said, his voice commanding. I nodded eagerly.

He continued to kiss my jaw and neck with an intensity that left me breathless. My hand tangled in his hair, urging him closer. When he bit down on a sensitive spot on my neck, I couldn't contain a scream of pleasure.

His hand cupped my core through my panties, and I instinctively gripped his shoulder, my body responding to his touch. I had never experienced anything like this before, but I couldn't admit that to him.

"Have you done anything like this before?" he asked, his breath hot against my earlobe. I moaned softly as I lied, nodding in response.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rush of sensations.

He parted my legs forcefully and held my jaw in his hand, locking eyes with mine. "You did?" he questioned, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

I nodded again, unable to speak as desire coursed through me.

"He's dead, whoever he is," he declared, sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers slipped inside my panties, and I gasped at the sudden intimacy, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

"Theo," I managed to gasp out, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes, baby?" he responds, his voice deep and husky. The way he says "baby" sends shivers down my spine. It feels too good, too right, felt like a sweet caress to my soul.

"You can do whatever you want to me," i whispered, my fingers tracing his jawline. "Anything."

He responds by parting my lips with his finger leaning down to take my lower lips into his kiss. It's so soft, so gentle, that I feel like I've been transported to heaven. His tongue enters my mouth at the same time he touches my clit, and I moan.

He rubs my clit in gentle circles, and I hold onto his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin. He pulls away from the kiss, my lips are still on his, and I moan into his mouth. His tongue continues to explore mine as his fingers work their magic.

"Oh Merlin," I cry out, and he smiles against my cheek.

"Not Merlin, baby, but me," he whispered against my cheek, his touch sending me spiraling further into ecstasy. He added a finger inside me, and I cried out, my back arching with pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight. You sure you've done this before?" he questioned, a hint of disbelief in his voice. I've done this before, in my dreams, with him. I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, and he looks displeased with that.

"Keep making those sounds, I love the sound of your voice," he says, and I do it again. He stops kissing me” you did that again and i stop, understood? “ I nodded immediately.

He’s not done yet. He pushed my bra strap down, placing kisses along the exposed skin.

His fingers start to move faster, as he kissed me, swallowing all my moans. He adds another finger, and I scream, my back arching again.

I bite my lips without even noticing and he slowed his movements I hold onto his hand fast, afraid he'll stop.

"Please don't stop, I'll be good, I promise," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Fuck, say it again," his gaze intense with desire.

"I'll be good, Theo," I repeated, my voice a desperate plea.

He moves his fingers faster in response, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. He keeps hitting it, over and over again, while circling my clit.

"I'm going to--" I try to say, but I can't finish my sentence. Pleasure consumes me, and I scream his name. He plays with my hair, pushing my tears and hair away from my face.

"I know, sweet girl," he murmured, his words pushing me over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm."So sweet, so good."

He watched me with intense desire as I came, his fingers never ceasing their movements. "And so fucking hot," he added as he looked at me while experiencing his own release.

“you look so pretty when you’re cumming for me,” he murmured, placing soft kisses on my neck

I breathed heavily as he pulled his hands from me, bringing his fingers to his mouth and savoring my cum. "You taste so sweet, baby," he murmured, his gaze locked on mine.

He cupped my face, placing soft kisses on my lips, again and again. "So sweet, so angelic,"

With a gentle touch, he lifted me from the table, carrying me softly and placing me on the bed. His face was close to mine, his nose brushing against mine, and he kissed me deeply. I moaned as he opened my bra clips, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my jawline, then my collarbone.

He traced his way down, kissing every inch of my body until he reached my breasts. I closed my eyes as he put a soft kiss on them, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Eyes on me, baby. Don't shut them," he commanded, and I nodded, my breath heavy. I looked at him, my love for him overwhelming.

With each lick and kiss, I moaned louder, the pleasure building with every touch, and I arched my back, my fingers gripping the sheets.

With a final lick, he traced his way down, kissing every inch of my body. He kissed my stomach and looked up at me, his gaze intense.

He parted my legs, the sight of him between them is my idea of heaven. I nodded, and he pulled my panties down.

As he pulled my panties down, I felt a rush of shyness,"You will keep them open," he said, and I nodded again , my breath hitching.

"Good girl," he praised, his lips trailing kisses along my thighs. I couldn't resist running my fingers through his soft hair, pushing it from his face.

"You want rough love, you say?" he stated, using my own words against me.

"Yes," I moaned, my mouth gasping as I felt his mouth on my wet pussy.

"And you keep listening to what those girls say?" he asked.

"Yes, and it hurts," I managed to say.

"So I have to make up for it then, baby, don't you think?" he asked,

He didn't waste time. His tongue explored my folds, and it felt strange but in a good way. He licked and sucked, and I felt like I might explode.

He kept doing it, for what felt like an eternity. He kept my legs open, and my back ached. I cried heavily, it was the best thing I had ever felt. I could feel my body already over the edge.

"Don't cum," he said, and I shook my head. He continued eating me out, so much. I could feel his fingers inside me, and I screamed again.

"Please," I begged, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure he was giving me.

"You cum, and it's over," he warned, his finger entering me gently.

I held onto his shoulder tightly, my body teetering on the edge. "Say the word, and I'll stop," he offered.

But I couldn't bring myself to say it. "No," I managed to whisper, my voice filled with need and desire.

His tongue flicked my clit, and I felt my orgasm building. I screamed his name, and he kept going, pushing me further and further over the edge. I screamed again, and again, and again. I couldn't take it anymore, and I came hard, my body shaking with the force of it.

He looked up at me, his lips glistening with my juices.

I was still trying to catch my breath from what just happened as Theo's words registered in my mind. "You are a virgin," he said, and I shook my head fast, trying to dispel the shock.

"No, no, I'm not. The boys I've been with before weren't experienced," I managed to say, feeling a rush of embarrassment at my slip of words. Why did I say "boys"?

Theo's gaze held fire as he processed my words. "Boys?" he repeated, his voice tinged with something I couldn't quite decipher.

I immediately felt the need to defend myself. "You don't think I'm attractive enough to be with more than one boy in my life?" I asked, a hint of defiance in my tone.

"Quite the opposite," he assured me, but his expression remained serious. "I want to know who dared and did that," he added, his eyes searching mine.

I bit my lip nervously, realizing the implications of what I had unintentionally revealed. Boys were afraid to pursue Lana because of Theo's reputation, but the way he reacted made me wonder if he wasn't threatening the boys for just getting close to lana .

"You can't just control who I can be with, Theo," I said, surprised at my own boldness.

"I think I can," he asserted firmly.

I took a breath, trying to calm the tension that crackled between us. "I won't mind," I said softly, my voice pleading. "I would do anything to please you. I would do anything you ask me to."

"Stop talking like that, y/n," he ordered, his tone strained.

"Okay," I acquiesced, sensing that I had crossed a line.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, clearly struggling with his own emotions.

I reached out and touched his hand that was on my face, trying to ease the tension. I smiled while kissing his hand, then surprised both of us by putting one of his fingers inside my mouth and sucking on it gently.

"You are going to be the death of me," he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I need you, Theo, all of you, even just for the night, please," I pleaded, desperate for him to understand.

"Don't cry, unless it's from the pleasure I give you," he said, brushing away my tears gently.

I propped myself up on my elbow to get closer to him, craving his touch and his reassurance. He kissed me again, and in that moment, I felt like I could live in this bliss forever.

He reached for a condom, and I tried not to show my nerves as he prepared himself. His size was daunting, and I couldn't help but wonder how it would fit inside me. My head hit the pillow again as he spread my legs, his hardness teasing my entrance.

He entered me slowly, and I cried out as the pain shot through me, tears streaming down my face. "You are a fucking virgin," he exclaimed, his own frustration evident.

"It's not a fucking game, y/n," he continued, his tone softer but still edged with tension.

"I'm sorry, please do something," I pleaded, feeling overwhelmed.

He wiped my tears away, his features softening. "Fuck, baby, don't cry. It will get better, I promise. Just relax," he reassured me, his voice soothing.

"Breathe, it's just me," he added, placing kisses on my forehead and then my cheek.

"I think... I think you can move now, please," I managed to say, trying to regain my composure.

He held my face in his hand while the other supported him as he moved slowly, allowing me to adjust to him. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure and the connection between us.

"You want fast, I can take it," I said, unsure if I was ready but wanting to prove myself to him.

"It's not a competition, y/n. You don't have to prove anything, baby,"

"The girls you've been with, they must have..." I started to say, but he cut me off.

"They didn't matter. You do," he said, surprising both of us with his confession.

He settled into a rhythm that felt perfect, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations. His thrusts ranged from slow and tender to fast and intense, driving me wild with pleasure.

"Talk to me," he urged, and I struggled to form coherent sentences amidst the pleasure.

"It feels... good," I managed to say, my words coming out in fragmented breaths.

"Yeah?" he questioned, and I nodded, unable to articulate just how amazing it felt.

He increased his pace, and I arched my back, meeting his movements eagerly. "What about this?" he asked, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Do it again," I begged, wanting more of him, more of this intense pleasure.

He obliged, and the pleasure intensified, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I moaned and cried out his name, lost in the sensations that only he could evoke.

He thrust a few more times, then finally reached his own peak, his body collapsing slightly against mine as we both caught our breaths.

After a moment, he pulled out and disposed of the condom, then lay beside me.

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I was afraid to talk afraid to ruin what we just had, My hand hovered in the air, reaching for his face, but Theo stopped me, his grip surprisingly tight on my wrist.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum solo against the backdrop of my racing thoughts. Please, no. Not the cold shoulder again.

" The- Theo," I whispered, my voice trembling, but he pushed my hand away before I could say more. His sudden change left me feeling lost and vulnerable, like I had done something terribly wrong.

"You… sore?" he finally spoke, his voice strained.

I blinked, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. The Theo who had been making love to me just minutes ago seemed to have vanished. This was the cold, distant Theo I knew all too well.

"A little," I managed to whisper, my voice cracking.

"Then get dressed," he said curtly. "I'm taking you home. Your big night is over." his words cutting through me like knives. I tried to speak, to explain, but he silenced me with a stern command. "Not a word, y/n. Not a fucking word."

He got out of bed and started putting on his clothes, tossing a t-shirt and his jacket in my direction. As he grabbed my phone and things, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. It was as if everything we had shared meant nothing to him.

As shaky legs carried me to my feet, I pulled on the clothes, tears blurring my vision. A choked sob escaped my lips, and another, and another.

"Congratulations, Y/N," I whispered to myself, my voice raw with emotion. "You're officially one of his girls."

"Congratulations, y/n. You’re officially one of the girls," he remarked, his words cutting deep into my already wounded heart.

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Part2

[azzifudd]

ace

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

inspired by this post

summary: the team has a time after attending an aces game

The final buzzer blares through the Mohegan Sun arena. After a hard fought forty minutes plus one overtime period, the defending champion Las Vegas Aces had finally pulled away enough to beat the Sun in their home court.

The game had been hard fought, but a thrill to watch as the two teams projected to meet in the Finals matched up. 

“Hey, where’s Azzi?” 

Paige scans the nearby crowd. It has thinned out considerably as people headed out after the end of the game, and the long line of fans who had lined up to meet her has finally dispersed. 

Ice points down toward the court. They had been seated near mid-court, a few rows up, the perfect spot to see all the action. Paige looks toward the visitor’s bench and sees that most of the team has left for the locker rooms, but Kate Martin is still down on the court being interviewed. Paige tilts her head up to watch it on the big screen. 

“What was it like coming into an opposing arena, against one of the top teams in the league, and playing them at home?” 

“It’s always hard going against such a good team at their home court.” Kate wipes at her forehead with the towel wrapped around her neck. “They have some really passionate fans, so that’s always fun to play against.” 

“Speaking of passionate fans, we noticed that after you hit that big three late in the overtime period, that you pointed into the stands. Were you trying to send a message to the fans?” The interviewer holds the microphone up in anticipation of the answer.

“Oh,” Kate laughs, appearing flustered. “No, that wasn’t meant as anything towards the fans. I saw a couple of friends in the crowd, so I was just giving them a little shoutout.” 

“We’ll let you get some rest. Congratulations on the tough win.” 

Kate thanks them, and Paige watches her walk away as the interviewer continues wrapping up the game with someone from the studio. 

Instead of heading toward the tunnel, Kate rounds the bench, jogging up a few steps to meet- Azzi? 

Paige finally spots her girlfriend, standing a few rows up from the floor, smiling as Kate comes to greet her. Paige watches them chat, looking way friendlier than she would expect from people who had barely spent two days together.  

“Did you find Azzi?” KK comes up behind her. “Are y’all ready to go?”

KK pokes her head around Paige’s shoulder. “Oh, she’s talking to Kate! Money!” She shouts, waving her arms back and forth in greeting. 

Kate nods and waves in acknowledgment, but she stays talking to Azzi who laughs at something she says. 

“She’s pretty cool, for an Iowa girly.”

KK doesn’t notice how Paige’s face darkens in response. 

“Did they spend a lotta time together? At the camp?” Paige remembers Azzi mentioning Kate once or twice, and remembers seeing her holding a puppy on Azzi’s instagram story, but nothing to suggest their relationship would be as friendly as it seems now. 

She watches as someone with a camera approaches them, and motions for them to take a photo. Azzi nods in approval, and Paige watches them pose, Kate’s arm slung around Azzi and her hand around her waist.

It can’t be more than fifteen seconds, but it feels like the longest fifteen seconds of Paige’s life. They finally separate, and the camera stays on them as they hug goodbye. 

Paige glares as she watches Kate watch Azzi walk away. She jogs down the steps to meet her, and risks slipping her hand beneath Azzi’s sweatshirt, one of her own favorite sweatshirts, to graze the skin of her lower back. 

Azzi turns into Paige’s embrace, eyebrows raised at the bold touch in such a public place. 

“Hey, you ready to go?” Paige asks, gruffly. 

“Yeah, I was just saying hi.” Azzi raises a hand to scratch gently at Paige’s stomach through her t-shirt. “You okay?” 

“Yup.” Paige says, trying to shake this irrational jealousy. She guides Azzi back to the group and they all head back to their cars. 

Paige pulls out of the parking lot, tires squealing as she heads toward the freeway, not even taking the time to put her phone on the AUX. 

“Paige!” Azzi scolds from the passenger seat. 

“Sorry,” Paige grunts, easing up on the gas after merging onto the highway. 

“What are you so pissed about?” Azzi asks, grasping for Paige’s hand on the gear shift and pulling it onto her lap. “The game? I didn’t know you cared about the Sun that much.” 

Paige sighs as Azzi locks their fingers together, relaxing a bit in her seat. “It’s nothin.’ Just tired, I guess.”

Azzi reaches her free hand over, running it through the hair at Paige’s temple. “You haven’t been sleeping enough lately.” 

She’s right. They’ve spent more nights apart than together lately it seems, with their family obligations and Paige’s Overtime trip. 

Paige leans into the touch. From the backseat, she hears a fake gagging noise, and then the sound of someone being smacked. 

“Leave them alone, KK.”

“Thank you, Ice.” Azzi smiles at her before it drops as she sticks her tongue at KK. 

They drive in silence for a few minutes, before it is broken by KK. “The Aces posted Azzi and Kate talkin’ after the game. ‘Our Rook had a career game while being cheered on by UConn star Azzi Fudd.’ The comments are goin’ wild.” 

Paige’s hand tightens on the steering wheel. “What they sayin’?” 

“‘Oh, y’all are so cute. The duo I never knew I needed.”

Paige takes a deep breath. 

“Oh, shit y’all got edits already too.” KK passes her phone up to Azzi who drops Paige’s hand to her leg to hold it. 

A familiar song starts up and Paige groans, hand gripping and squeezing Azzi’s thigh. “Dude, what the- that’s my song!”

“You have dozens of edits to that song, you can’t spare one for me?” 

“If it was just you.” Paige grumbles. 

Azzi turns to Paige then, smirking. “Aww baby, are you jealous? Is that what’s got you in this mood?”

“I saw the way she looked at you.” Paige finally bursts out with it. 

“I only went to say hi because you were so busy with all your fangirls.” Azzi is smiling, but there’s a hint of edge to it. 

“Bruh,” Paige turns to look at Azzi, incredulous. “What am I supposed to do? Say no to my fans?” 

“I didn’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you taking photos with them, just like there was nothing wrong with me chatting with Kate, right?” 

“Right.” 

“Right.” 

Silence fills the car again. 

Ice pipes up from the back. “Are y’all gonna be staying in Paige’s room tonight, because I don’t wanna be in the apartment for the makeup.” 

KK and Ice both crack up and the tension in the car is released as Paige and Azzi laugh too. 

Later that night, as they’re about to go to bed, Azzi speaks, voice slightly muffled against Paige’s shoulder as she cuddles into her chest. 

“Hey, you know I don’t actually care that you always say yes to pics, right? I love that you’re so sweet to your fans.”

Paige hums in response. “I know.”

“And you’re not actually mad that I was talking to Kate, right?” Azzi slips a hand under Paige’s shirt, drawing patterns on her stomach with her fingers. “She’s just a friend.” 

“I know,” Paige sighs, resting her cheek on the top of Azzi’s head. “I was just being dumb and jealous.” 

“Nah, you just love me a lot, huh?” Azzi tilts her head up to kiss her, and then they don’t speak for a long while. 

***

In the morning, when Paige opens instagram, the first post that loads is a video of Azzi and Kate hugging goodbye. She muffles a laugh, seeing herself glowering in the background. 

And no, Paige isn’t mad, but who can blame her when she posts one of the pregame selfies she had taken with her girl, their foreheads pressed together as they beam at the camera. 

[pomegranatears]

I want to absolutely worship the hands that adore me.

Let me trace the lines with the pad of my index finger. I don't know anything about chiromancy but I'll tell you it's in your life line that you were meant to be mine. I'll watch you turn bashful and your cheeks acquire color whilst I kiss each fingertip and move my lips down to your palm and wrist.

I'll give you little massages and take care of them so they're always soft, just like you. And, most importantly, I'll hold your hand, interweaving our fingers, at any possible moment.

While you are on top of me, whimpering and frenetically trying to please me; when you are feeling down and need some comfort; when we are walking side by side and I need to make sure you are real - how could I have met the prettiest and sweetest person on earth? - ° ᡣ𐭩 . °

[fandoms-x-reader]

Stuck in a Closet

Requested By: @o-livias-posts

Oneshot

Summary: When something goes wrong with a prank that the Anti-Lucifer League is trying to pull off, you and Belphie find yourselves locked in a closet. Belphegor x Reader (romantic pairing) Warnings: some smut at the end! Word Count: 2,440

You took in deep breaths as you did your best to steady your heartbeat. Your mind was racing with thoughts but there was one that predominantly stuck out. Why did you agree to do this?

You knew the answer, of course. It was because of Belphie. It was always because of Belphie.

The moments after he escaped from the attic haunted him. He never thought humans could be as wonderful as you were. And he wanted to do everything he could to make it up to you. To replace every bad memory of him with ten times the amount of good memories.

Belphie eventually became the demon that you spent the most time with. Wherever you were, Belphie wasn’t too far behind. And if the brothers couldn’t find you, they knew it was because you were up in the attic taking a nap with Belphie.

Being in the Anti-Lucifer League, you were used to his antics when it involved Lucifer. He was an opportunist and whenever he saw an opportunity to strike, he was quick to do so.

You weren’t expecting this opportunity to arrive at the Demon Lord’s Castle though.

Diavolo had invited the entire group over to the castle for a mini-retreat. He apparently had gotten a case of nostalgia about the first time it happened. No one knew either other as well back then and Belphie was still locked in the attic, so he didn’t even get to experience it.

Diavolo was convinced that it would be even more this time, and it’s not like any of you could say no. Though, Belphie was certainly tempted to and it took a lot of convincing from you for him to agree to go.

While there, Belphie surveyed the area carefully. He made sure to pay attention to what room Lucifer was staying in. He noted the best places to hide and what areas he could set up a decent prank in. Satan seemed to have the same thoughts running through his mind because he wore a knowing smile when he and Belphie locked eyes for a brief moment.

Belphie had sweetly asked you to join in their schemes with his eyes. To which you firmly shook your head no. You tried to convey the mental message of “Not in Diavolo’s Castle!” But, damn it, when he gave you the puppy dogs, it was so hard to say no to him.

You rolled your eyes in response, letting out a small sigh. Belphie smiled at you in reply, knowing that he had managed to convince you. “Everything okay?” Lucifer asked you, noticing your slightly annoyed-looking expression.

You quickly wore a smile as you felt both Satan and Belphie intensely watching you. Play it cool. Don’t let him suspect anything’s up. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Do you remember the first time we did this retreat?” you questioned.

Lucifer looked displeased as memories flashed through his mind. Specifically of the time when you and he were dancing and he had gripped your hand tightly, whispering words of a threat to you. He had only meant to protect his brothers, but he deeply regretted that moment now. 

“Perhaps I should go and see what Lord Diavolo is up to,” Lucifer replied, giving you a courteous smile before walking away. Belphie and Satan gave you looks of approval.

The rest of the day was full of secret whispers of a plan that was slowly coming together. None of you could talk too long or Lucifer would know something was up. If he didn’t know already - he had a way.

It was a simple plan that was based heavily on Satan’s ability to act. He believed the best way to throw Lucifer off your trail was by letting him believe he was winning. Satan would be minding his own business when Lucifer would undoubtedly approach him with the normal threats of not ruining Lord Diavolo’s time at the retreat.

Satan would act indifferent, just like he would normally be. But he was going to find a way to slightly hint that you and Belphie were up to something. Lucifer would have no choice but to investigate and demand Satan take him to the two of you. 

He could find the two of you himself but it would take much longer and he wasn’t sure how much time he had until the two of you decided to play the prank. Satan didn’t want any part of it, refusing to go until Lucifer bribed him. Win-win. Satan gets to play his part in the trick while also getting something out of it from Lucifer.

Satan finally agreed to take him to the two of you, leading him down the staircase in the main hall. Which is where you and Belphie would strike. 

Everything had been going exactly to plan. Satan was quite impressed with his acting skills if he did say so himself. But there was just one problem, you and Belphie were nowhere in sight.

The two of you were supposed to be in a nearby room, watching the staircase so you knew exactly when Lucifer was on them. The prank should have been done by now. So, where were you?

_______________

You let out a small sigh as you did your best to face Belphie in the limited lighting. “I knew something like this would happen,” you told Belphie. “You knew we would end up in a closet?” Belphie questioned.

“Well, no, not exactly. But this is the Demon Lord’s Castle and I know how many suspicious things happen here. Which is exactly why I didn’t want to pull a prank here,” you replied, pouting slightly.

You and Belphie had entered the room where you were supposed to stay lying in wait for your target. But it was as if the castle had a mind of its own and sensed your ill intentions. Because the second you and Belphie closed the door, the two of you were transported to a small, dark closet somewhere in the castle.

“Relax, Satan will know something’s up when we aren’t there to pull off the prank and he’ll come and find us,” Belphie replied, leaning against the wall behind him. Thankfully, the closet was pretty much empty - void of any uncomfortable objects that would be pressed into the two of you.

“Besides, there are worse places we could have gotten teleported to. And worse people you could have gotten stuck with,” Belphie replied with a sly smirk. 

You wanted to glare at the demon, but he wouldn’t be able to see it. Not to its full extent. The darkness surrounding the two of you was too much. Your eyes adjusted enough to it to just barely make out each other’s figures, but other than that you couldn’t see anything else.

And because your sense of sight had been nearly completely taken away from you, you felt like all of your other senses were on high alert. 

The tension between you and Belphie was thick. Belphie shifted positions and his hand brushed against your arm, leaving your skin feeling like it was on fire where he touched it.

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck in this closet?” you asked him, desperately trying to fill the silence and keep your mind from wandering.

In the silence, you felt like your heart rate was the loudest thing in the world, pounding against your ribcage at the mere thought of you and Belphie being alone.

“I’m not sure. Maybe all night,” Belphie replied, a teasing tone in his voice. He secretly hoped it would take the whole night. After all, that meant he would be able to have you all to himself without having to share you with his brothers.

“You’d like that,” you teased in return, noticing the fact that you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Belphie’s smirk only grew. You both knew that he would like that.

“Would you?” Belphie questioned curiously and a deep blush coated your cheeks. Luckily, they were hidden by the lack of light.

Your foot brushed against something hard and you had slight hope that maybe it was something you could use to get the door open. “There’s something down here,” you told Belphie, doing your best to turn around in the limited space.

Your leg pressed against Belphie’s thigh and he suppressed the gasp that wanted to leave his lips. He thought that was the worst it was going to get until you bent down to find the object with your hands.

It was a completely innocent gesture on your end. You were trying to get out of the closet. You didn’t even realize the way you were pressing into Belphie until you felt his hand grip your hip. You were startled by the action, tensing up slightly, but you didn’t move from your position.

Belphie was doing his best to steady his breathing as he did everything he could to stay in control. He took in a breath before stating in a low voice, “If you keep moving like that, we’re going to be doing more than just standing in this closet.”

The blush once again returned to your cheeks as realization dawned on you. You did your best to not stutter as you replied, “Sorry, I almost have it.” Your hands felt the cool touch of metal and you quickly picked up the object. 

You turned back around to face Belphie with a bit of a struggle. Somehow he seemed even closer than he was before. You held the item in between the two of you as Belphie asked, “What is it?”

You gave Belphie a sassy look. “I can’t see what it is, Belphie,” you responded. “Well, describe it then,” he replied. You let out a small sigh exploring it with your hands. “I don’t know - it's like a pipe or something. It's thick and long,” you told him.

“Hmm…a thick, long pipe?” Belphie asked, stifling a laugh. If he could see the look you were giving him, you were sure that it would kill him. “Could you take this seriously?” you asked with a small pout.

He let out a small chuckle before replying, “I’m sorry.” Belphie loved it when you pouted, even if he couldn’t see the adorable face you were making right now. “But, the pipe’s not going to help. The cracks in the door are way too small,” he added, before taking it from you and setting it back down on the ground.

You let out a defeated sigh before slinking against the wall. “Hey, we’ll be out of here soon,” Belphie told you, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands.

With your sense of touch being heightened, you were very aware of everywhere Belphie was currently touching you. His hands on your cheeks, his chest pressed against yours, one of his legs in between yours. 

You could feel his breath and could hear your heart racing as it felt like electricity was coursing through your veins. Every inch of you wanted to lean in.

Belphie was having the same internal struggle. He wanted to know how your lips felt when they were pressed against his. He needed to know.

He wished he could see the look in your eyes right now. Were you craving him as much as he was craving you?

He hoped you were because his want for you was too strong and it compelled him to lean forward, finally closing the distance between the two of you.

You immediately kissed Belphie back, letting him know that you did want him just as badly.

You pulled him slightly closer, deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away.

But the kiss wasn’t enough. It only left you both longing for more and Belphie decided to hell with acting chaste. He wanted you.

He immediately pulled you back in for another kiss. This kiss was much more passionate though. Your hands moved to his hair, gently tugging on the soft strands. While his hands moved to underneath the bottom part of your shirt. His hands rubbed over the skin of your stomach to your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His hands rested on your hips as he pulled you closer to him, kissing down your neck. You began to grind against his leg that was between yours, desperate for some kind of friction and Belphie let out a small groan, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he reconnected your lips.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you felt Belphie getting more and more turned on by your grinding.

“Is that the pipe?” you asked against his lips, smiling. Belphie let out a chuckle in between kisses. Brat.

He was growing increasingly more frustrated by the amount of clothes you both still had on; but, before he could tear them off, the door to the closet suddenly opened.

You and Belphie broke away from each other, the light temporarily blinding you as your eyes readjusted. When they did, you saw a very surprised-looking Asmo and Satan. 

“Ooh, what were you two up to?” Asmo asked in a sing-song voice, a knowing look in his eyes while a smile rested on his face. Like he even had to ask.

Satan was still trying to process the image he had just seen. After the initial shock passed though, his expression turned to one of anger.

“If you two wanted some alone time, the least you could have done is tell me. You ruined a perfectly good prank! And you missed an excellent performance,” Satan stated, crossing his arms as he glared at the two of you.

You couldn’t tell if he was more upset about the prank not working out or the fact that you weren’t there to see his acting.

 “I want a turn with Y/N in the closet!” Asmo stated, trying to enter the cramped room. Belphie let out a groan of frustration as he pushed Asmo back. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as the two of you finally left the confined area.

You had spent so much time in the beginning wanting to get out of the closet. Now the only thing you wanted to do was go back in and finish what you and Belphie had started. The look of annoyance on Belphie’s face told you that he felt the same way.

He was going to make sure the two of you found some more alone time. Preferably somewhere where he actually had space to do all the things he wanted this time. And somewhere where his brothers couldn’t interrupt again.

[inkandtension]

Warmth In New Beginnings

Part 2 of : Tie That Binds.

Minho’s voice echoed through the house, the warmth of it filling the empty space as he carefully arranged the last of his cats’ belongings into their designated corner. He hadn’t brought them over earlier, unsure of how you’d feel about them. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but cats could be... a lot to handle. Once you reassured him that they’d be welcome, he drove to his parents’ house to collect them. Now, his three furballs—Soongie, Dori, and Doongie—were free to roam, their little paws padding across the hardwood floors as they inspected every nook and cranny with wide, curious eyes.

Minho couldn’t help but smile at the sight, though there was an unmistakable tension in the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He was nervous, and it showed. He wasn’t entirely sure how this would go, everything felt like it was about to change.

"Alright, you three," Minho muttered, crouching down to their level, his voice low but firm. "Listen up. She’s gonna be late, and I need you to behave. No chasing her around, no jumping on her, and definitely no stealing food off her plate. You’re not puppies, you know."

Dori gave a soft meow that seemed to say, Who, us? before stretching lazily and flopping onto the floor in a dramatic display of indifference. Soongie, the smallest of the three, rolled over onto his back with a flair, paws spread wide, as though signaling, Do I look like I’m going to cause trouble? Meanwhile, Doongie, the quiet one, simply blinked up at Minho with those big, round eyes, taking in the situation with little more than a hint of curiosity.

Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair as he shook his head. "I mean it," he said, a little firmer this time, though the softness in his eyes remained. He leaned down, his fingers briefly brushing against Soongie’s belly, then Dori’s ears, before giving Doongie a scratch under his chin. "No clawing the furniture, no hissing at her, and Doongie..." he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "No stealing food from her plate. That’s non-negotiable. Got it?"

Soongie yawned, stretching in response, and Dori let out another uninterested meow, but they both seemed to understand. Doongie didn’t offer a response, but Minho was fairly certain he’d gotten the message.

Standing up, Minho paced back and forth, glancing over at the cats. Despite the firmness in his voice, there was a gentle, almost pleading expression on his face. "You’ll like her," he muttered more to himself than anyone else, though the cats were still listening. "You have to." He looked at each one in turn, as if silently asking for their approval. They gave him nothing but indifferent stares in return.

Minho smiled again, shaking his head as he stood in the middle of the room, lost in thought. This wasn’t just about getting the cats to behave—it was about making sure everything, and everyone, would fit together. He had no doubt that the cats would come around in time, just like he had. But he couldn’t help but worry if you’d like them as much as he did.

"So, um, they're friendly. Mostly." Minho’s words were gentle.

your eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the cats, your face breaking into a smile that reached all the way to your eyes. Without missing a beat, you knelt down, her hands resting gently on your thighs as you lowered herself to their level. "They’re adorable!" you exclaimed, your voice soft but full of affection as you watched the three of them scampering around.

Minho smiled, his heart easing a little at her reaction. He bent down, scooping Dori into his arms with practiced ease. "This one’s the troublemaker," he said, holding the squirming ball of fur up slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. Dori wriggled, as if offended by the accusation, her little paws batting at the air in protest.

"And this one," he continued, motioning toward Soongie, who was sitting primly on the edge of the couch, tail flicking back and forth with exaggerated elegance. "She’s the drama queen. But she’s harmless. Probably."

you chuckled and reached out to pet Soongie, but the cat only regarded you with what could only be described as regal disdain. With a flick of her tail, Soongie stood and sauntered off, as if to say, I don’t have time for you.

Minho laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don’t take it personally. She’s like that with everyone... except me." He shrugged, his expression apologetic but amused. "She has her moments."

you raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful grin. "Clearly, you're the favorite," you teased, your gaze flicking to the third cat who had been sitting quietly by her side, watching the interaction unfold.

Minho's smile softened as he knelt beside her, looking at Doongie. "And this one?" you asked, your voice full of curiosity.

"Doongie," Minho said, his tone warm and affectionate. "He’s a sweetheart, but he might try to steal your food. Don’t let that innocent face fool you." He watched as Doongie leaned into her touch, purring loudly, the sound vibrating through the air like a soft, rumbling motor. The cat looked completely content, closing his eyes as she stroked his soft fur.

you smiled down at him, a small laugh escaping you as you scratched under his chin. “You’re so cute,” you cooed, your voice full of adoration. Doongie’s purring grew louder, his eyes half-closing in contentment.

Minho’s chest warmed at the sight, watching the way you interacted with his cats so easily, as if they had already formed a bond. It made him feel something he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit. But he quickly masked the warmth with a cough, clearing his throat to cover his rising emotions.

"Just—don’t let them intimidate you, okay?" he said, attempting to sound casual, though his voice had a slight edge of seriousness. "Cats can sense fear." He gave you a pointed look, as if warning you not to back down.

you smirked up at him, clearly unfazed. "I think I’ll be fine," you replied confidently, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you continued to pet Doongie, who seemed to have claimed you as his new best friend.

Minho couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a strange sense of pride in the way his cats were already warming to you.  …

The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamp. Minho sat against the headboard, a book propped open in his lap as he skimmed the pages. He had a class to teach the next day, and reviewing the material felt like the responsible thing to do—though his attention kept drifting to the steady rise and fall of your breathing beside him.

His lips curved into a faint smile as he glanced down at you. you were fast asleep, your arm loosely draped over your waist. Dori was curled up at the foot of the bed, and Doongie snoozed peacefully by your pillow. Soongie, always the queen, had claimed a spot on Minho’s leg.

He turned back to the book, trying to focus, but a soft mumble from her broke the quiet.

“No... I didn’t... no, it’s not me...” your voice was faint, shaky, but the fear in it was unmistakable.

Minho froze, his gaze snapping to your face. you shifted uncomfortably, your brows furrowing as you mumbled again, your voice growing more distressed.

“No... please, I didn’t...”

A pang of worry shot through him. He set the book aside, carefully moving Soongie to the bed as he leaned closer to you. Gently, he placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a soft shake.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

you jolted awake with a sharp gasp, your eyes wide and glassy as you struggled to catch your breath. your hands clutched at the sheets, and for a moment, you looked around the room as if unsure of where you were.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Minho said softly, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “You’re safe. It was just a nightmare.”

Her eyes found his, and the fear began to melt into recognition. “Minho...” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said, offering you a small, reassuring smile. “You’re alright. Whatever it was, it’s not real.”

you swallowed hard, sitting up slightly as you tried to steady your breathing. “I... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” he assured you, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “But you sounded scared. Do you want to talk about it?”

you shook your head quickly, your lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s nothing. Just... old memories.”

Minho studied you for a moment, his expression softening.

Minho watched you carefully as you tried to settle back into the pillows. you gave him a small, reassuring smile, but he could tell your mind was still restless. A few moments later, you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him or the cats, and padded over to the desk in the corner of the room.

Minho sat up slightly, resting against the headboard, his gaze following you as you pulled out a thick medical textbook and began flipping through its pages. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over you, but the shadows under your eyes were hard to miss.

“You’re not going back to sleep?” he asked softly, not wanting to startle her.

you glanced up, you lips curving into a faint smile. “I’ll try in a bit. I just... need to keep my mind occupied.”

Minho frowned, closing his book and setting it aside. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and crossed the room, pulling out the chair beside you. “Occupied with books?” he asked, his tone gentle but concerned.

“It helps,” you murmured, not looking at him as your fingers traced the diagrams on the page.

He rested his chin on his hand, watching you for a moment before speaking. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, but... what happened? You were mumbling in your sleep, something about it not being your fault.”

your hands stilled, the pages of the book frozen mid-turn. you didn’t respond at first, your eyes fixed on the text in front of you as if searching for an answer.

Minho leaned in closer, his voice soft but insistent. “Hey. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

you hesitated, your throat bobbing as you swallowed hard. “It’s not a big deal,” you said quietly, though your voice lacked conviction. “It was a long time ago.”

“It’s a big enough deal to give you nightmares,” he pointed out gently. “Please, tell me.”

“When I was newly qualified as a doctor,” you said slowly, “I had a patient...”

“It was a six-year-old boy,” you began, your hands trembling slightly. “He came in with severe abdominal pain. After running some tests, we found that he had a perforated appendix. It’s a common surgery—appendectomy—and I’d assisted in it many times before during my residency. This time, though, I was the lead.”

Minho nodded, his expression serious, silently encouraging you to continue.

“The surgery started out normal. His vitals were stable, and we’d begun the laparoscopic procedure to remove the appendix. But while we were working, there was unexpected bleeding. At first, we thought it was just a vessel we hadn’t noticed on the scan. It happens sometimes, especially in emergency cases. But then, it didn’t stop.”

Her voice grew quieter, tinged with a mix of guilt and sadness.

“We realized his blood wasn’t clotting properly. He had a rare condition called disseminated intravascular coagulation. It’s incredibly dangerous, and in some cases, it doesn’t show up until a person is under severe stress, like during surgery.”

Minho frowned, his brows knitting together, not understanding the terms, but having a vague idea.

“They do tests before the surgery..” you said. “But he had no history, no warning signs. It’s not something anyone could have predicted. By the time we realized what was happening, it was too late. His body was essentially attacking itself. The bleeding became uncontrollable, and no matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t save him.”

you paused, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as you stared down at the floor. “I was still so new, Minho. I froze for a moment when I saw how bad it was. My attending took over, but even they couldn’t stop it. When we called it, I just... I couldn’t believe it. One minute, he was there on the table, and the next... he was gone.”

Minho reached out, his hand covering yours. you didn’t look up, but he could see the tears glistening in your eyes.

“The worst part,” you continued, your voice cracking slightly, “was facing his parents. His mother collapsed in the waiting room when we told her. His father just stood there, staring at me like I’d personally taken his son away. They asked me what I did wrong, why I didn’t save him. And I didn’t have an answer. For months, I didn’t know if I’d done something wrong. The hospital investigated everything—every decision I made, every movement in the surgery—and eventually, they cleared me. But by then, it didn’t matter. That boy was still dead.”

Minho’s leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You did everything you could. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you said softly, your voice barely audible. “But knowing doesn’t make it any easier. I think about him every time I step into an operating room. I think about his parents, about how much they must have hated me.”

“They were grieving,” Minho said gently. “Grief makes people say and feel things they don’t mean. But that doesn’t mean you’re to blame. You’re an incredible doctor, and I’m sure you’ve saved countless lives since then. That boy’s death doesn’t define you.”

you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of pain and gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re not alone in this,” he murmured. “Whenever it feels too heavy, just tell me. I’ll help you carry it.”

For the first time in years, the weight of that memory felt just a little bit lighter.

The next morning, Minho woke up earlier than usual, determined to start the day off right, especially after what happened last night. He crept into the kitchen, carefully preparing breakfast, whispering instructions to himself like a drill sergeant. For once, the food didn’t burn—he actually succeeded in making a meal that looked edible.

When you came downstairs, dressed and ready for work, your eyes immediately fell on the table. “Oh,” you said, tilting your head in mock surprise. “It doesn’t look like coal for once. Am I in the right house?”

Minho glared at you, though the corners of his lips twitched. “You’re welcome, your highness. Sit down before it gets cold.”

you chuckled, sitting across from him and taking a bite. “Hmm... not bad. Maybe I won’t need to keep a fire extinguisher in the kitchen anymore.”

“Keep pushing, and next time you’re cooking,” he shot back, smirking.

As you gathered your things, the atmosphere between them you both shifted. your eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them—something that lingered just a moment too long.

When you finally broke eye contact, the world rushed back into focus. He was trying to play it cool, but there was no hiding the way his heart was racing, the way he couldn’t seem to stop the warm, giddy feeling spreading through his chest.

“Well,” he said, his voice a little rougher than usual, but he tried to keep it casual.

“I’ll drop you off.”

you raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful smile. “You don’t have to,” you teased, though there was a hint of softness in your tone, as if you didn’t mind the offer at all.

Minho shrugged, his eyes glinting with something mischievous. “I insist,” he said, his smile widening as he turned toward the door.

...

you smiled at him, a small, genuine smile that made Minho’s heart flutter. Without a word, you waved, your hand lifting in a casual farewell that felt somehow more meaningful than usual. He waved back, watching you for a beat longer than he should’ve, as though trying to lock the moment in his mind. you disappeared through the hospital doors, your figure growing smaller with each step, until you were gone from view.

Minho sat in the car for a moment, staring ahead, his fingers gripping the steering wheel. He exhaled deeply, the weight on his chest feeling lighter than it had in days. There was something about the way you'd look at him, the way you’d wave goodbye, that lingered with him, making his thoughts buzz in a way they hadn’t before. you’d shared a lot of moments together since you first met, but this felt different.

Shaking his head, he gave himself a little mental nudge. Focus, Minho. He had things to do, places to be. College was calling, and he couldn’t afford to let his mind wander too much, even though the thought of you lingered like a soft echo in his mind.

As he drove off toward campus, the familiar sights of the city passed by in a blur. But today, everything seemed a little brighter, a little more vibrant, as if the world itself was shifting, responding to the quiet change that had settled in his heart. He found himself smiling more than usual, his thoughts drifting back to you.

In his classroom, Minho moved down the row of desks, handing back graded sheets with his usual no-nonsense side. His eyes scanned each paper as he flicked them onto the desks in front of his students, never missing a beat.

“Felix,” Minho called, tossing his paper down with a casual flick of his wrist, not even bothering to glance in Felix’s direction.

Felix looked up, distracted for a moment before his eyes landed on the paper in front of him. His brow furrowed slightly as he read through the answers, a small frown forming when he noticed one particular question. Hmm, that definitely should’ve gotten more marks, he thought. But before he could dwell on it, he shrugged it off with a sigh, not one to make a fuss over things.

He glanced at the grade at the top of the paper, then back at Minho, his expression as nonchalant as ever. "Well, could’ve been worse," he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than anyone else, understanding that his gossiping might have something to do with his grades.

Later, at lunch, Minho sat at a table with Chan, quietly eating as they both tried to block out the whispers and stares from nearby students. Minho was used to the attention by now, but Chan was more aware of it, noticing the students sneaking glances at their table.

“You know they’re gossiping about us, right?” Chan said, leaning in with a playful smirk.

Minho glanced up from his food, his expression neutral. “Let them,” he replied with a shrug, returning to his meal. He didn’t mind the attention, but it was clear that Chan enjoyed teasing him about it.

Chan’s grin widened mischievously. “You should text your wife. It’s lunch, and I bet she’s busy. Ask her what she’s doing.”

Minho hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Fine, but if she’s too busy to reply, it’s on you.”

He pulled out his phone, typing out a simple message:

What’re you up to?

The reply came almost instantly, a single word that seemed to sum up her life: Working.

Minho frowned slightly and typed back quickly: When’s your lunch break?

Her response came just as fast: In 15 minutes.

Chan, still chewing his food, nudged Minho’s arm, his grin practically stretching across his face. “Ask her for a picture. Show some husbandly interest.”

Minho rolled his eyes but, to Chan’s delight, typed away anyway: Send me a pic.

There was a brief pause before his phone buzzed again. Minho opened the message with a casual swipe, but the moment he saw the image, his face went pale.

It was a close-up of a dissected frog, its insides neatly displayed, and the caption read: Teaching the interns frog anatomy. Thought you’d appreciate this masterpiece.

Minho’s jaw dropped as he slowly placed his phone facedown on the table, his eyes squeezed shut in disbelief. He let out a long, exasperated exhale, trying to process the image his wife had just sent.

Chan, noticing Minho’s dramatic reaction, raised an eyebrow. “What? Did she send you a private pic or something?” he teased, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.

Minho just gestured to the phone without speaking. “You look at it,” he muttered, clearly too traumatized to explain further.

Curious, Chan picked up the phone, unlocked it, and immediately gagged. “What the—?!” He shoved the phone back down, covering his mouth.

“I told you,” Minho muttered, shaking his head. Chan took a sip of water to steady himself.

“I lost my appetite. Completely. Who sends pictures of dissected frogs? During lunch?”

“My wife, apparently,” Minho deadpanned. “And you’re the one who told me to ask her for a picture.”

Chan shook his head in disbelief. “I thought she’d send, I don’t know, a selfie or something. Not... that.”

Minho leaned back in his chair, looking exasperated. “Next time, I’m sending her a picture of whatever Felix’s dorm room looks like after a party. Let’s see how she likes it.”

The two of them shared a laugh, though Chan kept stealing wary glances at Minho’s phone as if it might attack him.

Lunch was effectively ruined, but Minho couldn’t help but smile—his wife always knew how to keep things interesting, even if it meant traumatizing him mid-meal.

…

“You look tense,” Minho teased as he stole a glance at you while focusing on the road. His voice was light, but there was a knowing edge to it, like he could sense your nerves radiating off you in waves.

you let out a soft sigh, smoothing the front of your dress for what felt like the fifth time. "It's a family dinner, Minho. What if they don’t like me?" The words tumbled out, your worries spilling over in the quiet of the car. your fingers tightened around your clutch, a mix of excitement and apprehension making your heart race.

"They love you. They’re the ones who chose you for our marriage. What do you mean?" he said, his voice a steady anchor against your swirling thoughts. His smile was easy, warm, and full of confidence in you, even when you were't sure of yourself.

you returned a hesitant smile, appreciating his faith in you, though the knot in your stomach refused to loosen.

The moment you crossed the threshold, Minho’s family enveloped you in warmth. His mother was the first to greet you, pulling you into a gentle hug that was both welcoming and familiar. "You look lovely," she said, her voice as soft as the embrace, her eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth.

His father followed, his handshake firm but not too stiff, his eyes kind and full of genuine curiosity. “It’s so nice to meet you again,” he said with a friendly smile, his tone full of warmth, making you feel just a little bit less like an outsider.

Dinner was a whirlwind of conversation and laughter. Minho’s mom, ever the gracious host, made sure there was more than enough food for everyone. She piled a generous helping of food onto the reader’s plate, saying, "You’re too skinny! Eat more, dear." Her tone was motherly, yet playful, as she piled on another spoonful of mashed potatoes.

Minho groaned, playfully rolling his eyes. "Mom, she’s fine. She doesn’t need more food." His voice held that familiar mix of exasperation and affection as he shot his mom a knowing look, the kind he gave whenever she insisted on feeding everyone into oblivion.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you laughed nervously, trying to keep your composure. you took a bite, the food warm and flavorful, and hummed in delight as you savored the taste. “This is delicious,” you said, genuinely impressed by the spread laid out before you. The taste was comforting, the kind of meal that made you feel like you were part of something larger than yourself.

Minho’s mom beamed, clearly pleased. "See? She’s polite and has good taste," she declared, winking at you as she gave you a knowing look.

The evening carried on like that—lighthearted, full of laughter, and the kind of familial warmth that made the reader feel more at home with every passing minute. Though your nerves had threatened to take over when you first arrived, you now found yourself swept up in the comfort of Minho’s family, feeling more and more like you belonged there.

Your father had always been a man of sharp words and higher expectations. Your mother? she did whatever he did. He had a keen eye for details that most people would overlook, but instead of using that precision to uplift, he wielded it like a blade.

“Straighten your back,” he would say during dinner, the command cutting through the conversation. “You’ll ruin your spine like that.”

He was relentless when it came to the small things, things you had once thought insignificant but now loomed over you like shadows in adulthood. Your handwriting was never neat enough for him, no matter how much you practiced. He’d scrutinize your notes, frowning at every curve and smudge.

“You’re a doctor now,” he’d reminded you on one occasion, his tone flat, biting. “Who’s going to take you seriously if your writing looks like that?”

And then there was your stutter—a nervous, occasional slip that emerged when you were under stress or caught off guard. It wasn’t frequent, but when it happened, his reaction was immediate.

“Why do you do that?” he’d ask, his voice laced with irritation, as though your stutter was an inconvenience for him. “Speak properly, for goodness’ sake.”

His critiques weren’t just limited to the external. Over time, he had a way of zeroing in on your insecurities, your doubts, and amplifying them ("is that how you wear a shoe?", "Your hair isn't done properly!", "You don't hold a spoon like that!!"..etc.). If you expressed worry or uncertainty, he’d dismiss your feelings with a wave of his hand.

“You’re always so negative,” he’d mutter. “It’s no wonder you’re stressed all the time. Try looking at the bright side for once.”

You didn't get it.

He was the negative one.

Even the rare moments of kindness felt hollow, as if they were simply his way of maintaining some semblance of control. You had learned to steel yourself against his words, to build a wall so high and thick that even his barbed comments couldn’t penetrate. But the scars remained, etched deep into your confidence and self-worth.

Minho’s family had been a revelation for you, a window into what warmth and acceptance could look like. They didn’t nitpick or analyze your every move. When you stuttered while answering a question about your work, they smiled and waited for you to find your words, instead of rushing to correct you.

And when you mentioned your handwriting and stuttering in passing—how your father had always been so critical of it—Minho’s mother had laughed gently.

“Handwriting doesn’t make the doctor,” she said, reaching out to squeeze your hand reassuringly. “Your kindness and skill do, I still don't understand, its like calligraphy?, and, stuttering sometimes, only means that your mouth can't keep up with your brilliant thoughts.”

For the first time, you felt what it meant to be truly seen and accepted, flaws and all. It was overwhelming in the best way, and as you and Minho left that night, he noticed the soft smile lingering on your face.

“What’s that smile for?” he asked, nudging you as you both walked to the car.

“Your family,” you said simply. “They’re... different. In a good way.”

Minho hummed thoughtfully. “They like you, you know. A lot.”

You nodded, the smile growing as you leaned into him slightly. “I like them too.”

And for the first time in a long while, you felt that you could breathe.

...

Minho slumped into the chair across from Chan at their usual café spot, his coffee cup in one hand and a dramatic sigh already escaping his lips. Chan glanced up from his laptop, smirking.

“Okay, what’s with the sigh? You sound like you just came after checking the students' dorms? Who's was the worst, Felix again?.”

Minho slouched half-heartedly. “It’s not that.”

Chan raised a brow. “Uh-huh. So what is it?”

“It’s her,” Minho muttered, stirring his drink like it personally offended him.

“‘Her,’ as in your wife? The one you’ve been married to for nine months?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Minho grumbled, his ears turning pink.

Chan laughed. “Say it like what? Like you have a wife? but you do?"

Minho leaned forward, dropping his voice like he was about to confess a crime. “Every time I look at her, I feel... weird.”

Chan blinked. “Weird how?”

Minho hesitated, then blurted out, “Like I’m a victorian man in the 1800s looking at a woman’s ankle for the first time”

There was a beat of silence before Chan snorted so hard he nearly choked on his coffee. “Oh my God, Minho. You’re gone.”

Minho groaned, covering his face with one hand. “I knew you’d make it weird.”

“Weird? You’re the one out here having a crisis!” Chan was practically crying from laughter now, earning a few stares from nearby tables.

“It’s not just that!” Minho said defensively. “She does these little things—like tucking her hair behind her ear, or pouring coffee, or laughing at my dumb jokes—and suddenly, I’m standing there feeling like I just got hit by a bus.”

Chan leaned forward, grinning like a kid who just found out Santa was real. “Let me get this straight: the wife you married out of obligation is now turning you into a love-struck gentleman? What’s next? Are you gonna faint if she takes off her gloves?”

Minho groaned again, dropping his head onto the table. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Chan said, still grinning. “You love her. Admit it.”

"No."

"Dude.... You both have been married for 9 months!! the universe gave this" He guestures randomly in the air "to you in a silver platter, make use of it"

Minho sat up, his expression torn between annoyance and mild panic. “It’s just... she makes me feel things, okay?”

“Like what? Romantic? Sappy? Like writing poetry under candlelight?”

“Shut up,” Minho muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “I just... I don’t even know when it started. She’s so thoughtful, and she laughs at my jokes—even the dumb ones. And she makes this face when she’s concentrating, like she’s trying to solve world hunger”

Chan slapped the table, laughing even harder. “You’ve got it bad, man. She’s just living her life, and you’re one shoelace-tying moment away from serenading her under her window.”

Minho threw a sugar packet at him, missing by a mile. “You’re the worst.”

“Maybe,” Chan said, wiping tears from his eyes. “But you should tell her. I bet she’d love to know she’s got you swooning over hair tucks and concentrating.”

Minho scoffed but didn’t entirely disagree.

Minho froze mid-sip, the steaming mug of coffee lingering just below his lips as his eyes zeroed in on a suspicious figure seated at a nearby table. The person was hunched over, a grey hoodie pulled up like a poorly executed disguise, their face partially obscured by a flower vase that wasn’t doing a great job of hiding anything.

Minho’s brow furrowed as he studied the scene, his mind immediately leaping to a series of increasingly dramatic conclusions.

Was this a stalker? A desperate new student hoping to bribe him for grades? His gaze sharpened, cutting through the absurdity of his thoughts as something familiar tugged at the edges of his memory.

He knew that hoodie.

And that attempt at hiding was about as subtle as a cat knocking over a glass.

“Is that... Felix?” he muttered, his voice dripping with disbelief.

Chan, still chuckling from their earlier conversation, glanced over his shoulder. When he spotted Felix, his laughter doubled. “Oh my God, it is. What’s he doing here? Trying to spy on you through a flower vase?”

Minho sighed, setting his cup down. “What is this, a sitcom?”

Felix, realizing he’d been caught, immediately ducked lower, nearly knocking over the vase in the process. He peeked again, his wide eyes meeting Minho’s glare.

Minho raised an unimpressed brow, mouthing, What are you doing here?

Felix, in true Felix fashion, panicked and pretended to be deeply interested in the menu, holding it up like a shield.

Chan snorted. “You’re his teacher, right? Does he not realize you can still see him?”

“I’m starting to think this kid lacks survival instincts,” Minho grumbled. “Stay here. I’m going to handle this.”

Minho got up, his strides purposeful as he approached Felix’s table. Felix froze like a deer in headlights, his hands gripping the edges of the menu so tightly it looked like he might tear it in half.

“Felix,” Minho said, looming over him with the authority of a disappointed parent. “Care to explain why you’re hiding behind a flower vase like a character from a bad spy movie?”

Felix lowered the menu slowly, his sheepish smile doing little to mask his guilt. “I'm not!”

Minho pinched the bridge of his nose. “Felix, do you even go here?”

Felix hesitated, clearly debating whether honesty was the best policy. “Yeah?”

“You’re unbelievable,” Minho muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “Come on. Get up before they kick you out for loitering.”

Felix brightened immediately, as if Minho hadn’t just caught him red-handed. “Does this mean I can sit with you guys?”

“No-” Minho replied, but Felix was already trailing behind him like an eager puppy.

When they got back to the table, Chan greeted Felix with mock applause.

“The man, the myth, the flower vase spy.”

Felix scratched the back of his head.

Minho settled back into his seat, fixing Felix with an amused yet skeptical look. “So, Felix,” he started, his voice dripping with mock curiosity, “what exactly are you doing here?”

Felix straightened in his chair, his expression as innocent as a golden retriever caught chewing on the couch. “Oh, you know, I was just... here.”

Minho raised a brow, unconvinced. “A coincidence, huh? You just happened to be at the same cafe, on the same evening, hiding behind a flower vase?”

Felix nodded enthusiastically. “It’s a small world.” He said as if Minho and Chan were his childhood friends, looking up wistfully.

Minho tilted his head, clearly not buying it. “Do you come here often, then?”

“Oh, yeah!” Felix said quickly, his tone far too cheerful. “I love the chicken here. It’s amazing.”

Minho’s smirk widened as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Funny. I come here every evening, and I’ve never seen you.”

Felix hesitated, clearly scrambling for a believable response. “That’s because I usually come... at night?”

“At night?” Minho repeated, his skepticism growing. “Interesting. Pretty convenient timing, don’t you think?”

Felix shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, well, you know... the chicken’s better at night.”

Chan snorted, practically choking on his drink. Minho’s smirk turned into a full grin as he leaned back, crossing his arms. “Felix, this is a vegan cafe.”

The color drained from Felix’s face. “What?”

“Yeah,” Minho continued, his tone delightfully smug. “I’m curious to know how you’ve been eating chicken here every night. You’ve been sitting there for how long, and you haven’t ordered a thing?”

Felix’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish before he finally blurted, “I was... going to order something!”

Minho gestured to the empty table in front of Felix. “Really?"

“I was... deciding,” Felix mumbled, clearly defeated.

Minho sighed, shaking his head. “Felix, you’re a terrible liar.”

Felix gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fine, maybe I just... wanted to see what you guys were up to.”

Chan clapped his hands together, looking delighted. “Ah, so the truth comes out. Our little Felix strikes again.”

Felix pouted. “I wasn’t spying! I was just... curious.”

Minho rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. “Curious or not, next time, order something before they kick you out. And maybe skip the flower vase. You’re not exactly James Bond.”

Felix laughed, scratching his head. “Noted.”

Minho sighed again, shaking his head.

“Unbelievable.”

Then Chan asked, "So, about your wife?" With a smirk.

Minho choked.

Felix's ears perked up, his inner babygirl screamed. Gossip!

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[noobsoconfusing]

pathetic lover_hamzahthefantastic

he’s quite literally a romantic at the heart, always playing this stupid tough guy game on camera, but oh, oh how different he is when the lenses are off.

it’s the way he begs, or how he is so fucking touch starved. maybe even the way he whines like a kicked dog. hamzah is tired, so so so tired of putting up an act, in reality he is just pathetic, always waiting for a command, for anything he can do to obey, to be good. to receive a praise, a touch, attention, affection.

he doesn’t even care, please just give him something, he needs you and is willing to take anything you give him. please, he’s not picky. hamzah would try so hard, so so so so hard to be good, to make you proud, to make you smile and to make you satisfied.

it’s almost comical how stupid he is for you, how down bad he can get. and to be fair, it’s understandable the craving for your approval, for your attention and time…

he has never had anyone like you –or anyone at all–, you care, you love and you give him everything he needs, just like he does with you.

so if you’re away, maybe at college, or working, or just doing groceries, he would just spam your messages because he needs you, and he needs to know if you need him too.

‘need you’

‘when are you coming back?’

‘i miss you y/n…’

‘can you come home early today?’

‘cats and i miss you a lot btw if you even care..’

‘baby please i miss you just come hoooome!!’

‘ive been good btw’

‘want me to make u dinner? want to order anything?’

he’s so stupid, he’s literally like a puppy following you around everywhere you go. whining when you leave his side for more than 0.3 seconds.

feels physical pain whenever you raise your voice at him or ignore him –which you never really do but hey, there’s been times– and apologises so so so much it’s so fucking worrying how much he says sorry even if you’re not mad at all.

dude is so down bad he would steal your clothes and use them to get off, just inhaling your scent and imagining you’re right there helping him up, so fucking embarrassing how quickly he cums at the thought of you alone..

probably the type to audible whimper when you accidentally touch his body while doing anything not sex related too.. do not blame him though he’s just super fucking touch starved :(

if hamzah could, he would throw himself flat on the ground like a rug so you didn’t have to walk on it, man is entirely whipped, his brain shuts off whenever he is with you.

>_<

this is just a recurring thought i have 0_0 it’d be cool if someone elaborated on it idk i just had to get it off my chest… also just an excuse to write sub hamzah cuz uhhhh yeah..

[cupids-chamber]

| Mammon x Reader — “ Missing you “ 

Commissioned by an anonymous user Light angst to fluff / Gender neutral reader Commission me here_

Mammon didn't approve of your departure, he was heavily against the sheer idea of you leaving even if it was just to visit your friends and family. He especially disapproved of the fact that you were leaving alone, and without him. He really wouldn't have minded if he was allowed to leave with you, but you didn't seem to bring that up as a suggestion, then again explaining how you and him are involved might've been a bit of a hassle to explain at family dinners. It's not everyday your friend or child comes up to you to explain how they're dating one of the Seven sins, a literal demon. 

Or it could be the fact that you were worried you'd burden him. That seemed much more plausible but he couldn't help but overthink it as the days passed by and the day of your departure came closer. He did have a small problem with his elder brother around this time, so he could see why you wouldn't bring it up, but Mammon couldn't help his intrusive thoughts get the better of him every now and then. 

But even so, Mammon was at his utmost behavior (as much as he could be), when you left. Though he looked like a sad pitiful puppy, left out in the rain the moment you said goodbye to him (Though a parting kiss on the cheek helped soothe his worries momentarily). He didn't adore the idea of you leaving, and the moment you had left he had wished for your fast and hopefully safe arrival back home. However, he couldn't help but grow more worried as the days passed and your original 3 day trip turned into a week.. and then two.. and then it even became three..

At first he ignored the thoughts that raced through his head, as it would cause him to grow more worried and impatient, and frankly he didn't wish to do anything abrupt and upset you as a result. In the beginning, he started playing off your increasingly long absence as a situational thing, maybe your friends— possibly family, pleaded with you and convinced you to stay a couple days extra. That didn't seem unusual, after all you've been stuck in the Devildom for quite some time, he could see that happening.

But as the days, and weeks passed and your absence was almost a month in length he couldn't help but grow more worried. Sleepless nights wondering where you were, as he hyper fixated on any mistake he could've possibly made to upset you (and sadly, he found many to blame). He hadn't received any form of contact from you, no messages, phone calls, emails.. He's well aware that you were in the human realm, but he couldn't help but think that you just refuse to talk to him purposefully, that he had fucked up majorly, and that for some reason you wont be coming back. 

As much as Mammon didn't like to betray the trustful bond between you too, he couldn't help it when he entered your room. He was a bit comforted knowing that you had left quite a few things that were precious to you here, implying that you'd come back. However, that wasn't enough, Mammon had found himself looking through each and every corner of your room, trying to find anything that would bring him an ounce of closure or explanation into your lengthy and unexplained absence. He spent quite some time convincing himself that this was okay, and that he had a reasonable reason to wreck your room in search of an answer. 

At the end of the day, he didn't find anything. He'd clean the room tomorrow, he was extra careful when touching things he knew were precious to you, he wouldn't want you to grow more upset at him, after all the only reasonable explanation he found was the fact that you were upset with him. At the end of the day, Mammon found himself on your bed, laying down and worn out from exploring every nook and cranny of your room, not that the work was physically taxing but rather emotionally taxing and as weird as it may sound, Mammon found comfort when he settled down on your bed. It lingered with your scent, and the brand of shampoo and soap that you'd use daily. 

Mammon couldn't explain to you the relief he felt when you had finally come back, he didn't even give you the time to explain as he hugged you. He held you in his embrace for quite some time, processing everything (Did you change your shampoo?), over the next few days you found yourself explaining what had happened that kept you away for so long. Comforting your rather upset lover. He didn't seem to have done well without you, for such a lengthy period but then again there was no explanation as to why you had left for so long. The next few days were quite busy, as Mammon was a lot more clingy than before as he tried to fill in for the time you were gone.

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 Babysitting•JYH/OT8

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“You only wanted to hang out with your boyfriend, but instead you end up babysitting your 6 friends, who are completely wasted”

genre - fluff

pairings - bff_ateez x reader, bf_yunho x reader

warnings - alcohol consumption

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Your last class just ended, so here you are, heading over to the boys' dorm. The previous day, Yuhno asked you to come over tomorrow and you gladly accepted his offer. But the message 'don't come today' he just sent you, leaves you dumbfounded. You asked him why, but he hasn’t replied yet, so feeling like there is something going on, you decide to see it for yourself.

 Seconds after ringing the bell, you are greeted by a disappointed Yunho.

"Baby, I told you not to come over tonight" He pouts, peeking his head through the door gap, hiding something behind the door.

"Why?" You frown, as you find his odd behavior strange.

"It's for your own good. Everyone except me and Hoonjoong are drunk as hell. Especially San, Mingi and Woo" He explains the situation as you laugh at him. There's no way it is that bad.

"EEH, WHO'S THERE! Whoo are y-you talking to!" You hear San's voice coming from inside. Oh no

"No one!" Yunho attempts to hide you, but he's too late as San swings the door open, revealing your presence.

"Y/n!!" Blushed from the alcohol, he greets you excitedly and runs over to you to hug you. You're taken aback, as he looks absolutely wasted. 

"Mhmbrhlmmm '' He murmurs something, as you exchange looks with Yunho, who only lets out a loud sigh, waiting for a catastrophe.

"San", you try to get him off of you, but he doesn't listen, "San please let me go"

"Nmnomnomn…n-noo" He mumbles, refusing to oblige. You hopelessly glance at your boyfriend, who gives you a 'told you so' look, before trying to tear him off of you, as he's stuck to you like glue.

"Yah! C'mon San, you can hug her later?" Yunho tries to persuade San and he finally releases you with a sad "okay", before wandering back to the living room.

 As you step into the apartament, it's in a chaotic state. Loud music, accompanied by Jongho hitting high notes and the rest singing along. Loads of trash all over the living room, including soju bottles. You look over at the guys, sat around the coffee table in the living room and meet Hoongjoong's eyes asking for help. He's squished in between Wooyoung and Mingi, who are singing and swaying to music from side to side. 

"Y/N AYYY, COME HANG OUT WITH US!" Mingi energetically gestures to you, so you look over at Yunho for approval, but he only shakes his head.

"I don't want to be a babysitter, I'll better join them" You're about to join them, but Yunho instantly grabs you by your hand.

"Please no, don't go, don't leave us!" He pleads, not letting go of your hand, 

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM Y/N!" Wooyoung yells out, giving Yunho a death glare.

"pretty please. Help us!" Yunho begs, looking at you with puppy eyes and almost convincing you. But before making a final decision, you turn to Hoongjoong, who nods repeatedly, looking like a scared hamster.

"Urgh fine" you let out a groan, as Yunho releases your hand and smiles happily.

"Guys, I need you to hand Hoongjoong over to me " you demand for the guys to free him, but they're not having it.

"No" Wooyoung pouts, locking his arms around him. 

"I'm leaving then" you shrug and pretend like you're leaving, Yuhno plays along, "Oh no, don't leave!", as he acts hurt by your decision.

"NOOooOo!!" San turns to you in a millisecond and starts whining loudly. Everyone gets triggered by San's noisiness, so Wooyoung and Mingi release the captive and Hoongjoong quickly runs over to you and Yunho, almost tripping over a bottle left on the ground.

"You're my savior" He gives a quick hug of gratitude and a side eyes the group, "I felt like I was going to die there. Wooyoung was screaming into my ear. Then Mingi was constantly pulling onto my arm. And San kept trying to kiss me on the cheek"

 You let out a heartful laugh, listening to Hoongjoongs complaints. Poor guy can't get any rest. Always in the middle of chaos.

"Why didn't you join them?" You inquire about your boyfriend, who's as sober as he could ever be.

"I didn't feel like drinking. I wanted to game, but Mingi and San dragged me out of my room, like literally dragged me out" He whines, annoyed with how the situation played out.

"Damn. What do we do then?" You rub your palms together, ready for action.

"If you try to do anything, you'll end up like me" Hoongjoong warns you, "but if you don't do anything, you might end up like me" Yuhno adds as you begin feeling like you should have stayed home.

"Mister, you should have explained to me, instead of just saying 'don't come'. Now I'm stuck in here with no way out"

"I was going to, but I couldn't even hit the send button, cause that was exactly when I was dragged out against my will" Yunho explains as you voice out an "oh". This is not looking good. You should run now and leave them to deal with the guys. But you can't, your heart quite literally breaks seeing the guys looking so sulky and tired.

"I'll go to the bathroom to cry, see you later" Hoongjoong informs and disappears from your vision

 You wrap your arms around Yunho's waist, pulling him into a comforting hug, as he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

 "It's okay. A few more hours and they'll be sleeping like they're knocked out" You console him, "we should tidy up the room. You deal with trash, I'll get their attention, so they don't harass you" you suggest as he nods and you make your way over to the gathering.

 "Y/n you're joining us? Finally!" Seonghwa exclaims, pouring you a shot. 

"I-I… no-" you're unable to finish your sentence as you're already handed a full shot glass, "eh, one glass won't hurt" you take it and gulp it down.

 "Y/n you scared m-me, I- thought you were going to betray us and hang out with those losers" Mingi admits, his speech slightly slurred. 

"Hah, look at him!" Wooyoung points at Yunho, who's picking up the empty bottles, putting them away in a trash bag, "he chose to be sober and clean up our mess instead of hanging out with us" he laughs at Yunho, as you get annoyed with him and picking up a cheeseball, throw it at Wooyoung, hitting him in the face. Everyone laughs, except him.

"Oww, why did you do that?" He scrunches his face, caressing his forehead, where he was just hit.

"Don't badmouth Yunho, or I'll throw this at you next time" You warn him, pointing at the sliced pork belly for the Bossam dish and he instantly shuts his mouth.

"Here drink it up" Seonghwa brings another full shot up to your lips, spilling it slightly on your clothes.

"I'll do it myself!" You carefully take it from his hands, "later, I haven't eaten much yet" You try to come up with an excuse, which he believes, too much so that he begins making you a bossam wrap.

 You take a closer look at each of the guys, to determine an approximate time they'd black out. Jongho is either in stage one or stage five, you can't tell, as looks unbothered, searching for another song on tv to slay. Yeosang, sitting beside him, is in a stage called coma. He looks like he's already sleeping, as his mouth is wide open and eyes glued shut. Mingi is in stage four together with Wooyoung, as they're arguing over who's going to get the last piece of cheesecake. Plot twist - There's no cheesecake. Seonghwa is in stage two or three, you also can't tell. He is just doing whatever he wants and thinks is necessary, like, "Bzzz", he pretends like the bossam pouch he just made is a plane, flying into your mouth, "Say ah!", he stuffs the pouch into your mouth, as you almost choke on it. 

 Then there's San, he's close to Yeosang's stage, looking around clueless, unable to catch on what's happening around him. He crawls over to you and lays his head down on your lap.

"Mmhmm, so comfy" he smiles to himself and continues babbling like a child. 

 They look like a big mess, but you still feel like Yunho and Hoongjoong overreacted. There's no way it was or is that bad. At least you think so until Jongho suddenly blasts a song on a high volume, followed by a loud "Aaah", scaring the hell out of you and waking up San, who was about to drift off to sleep.

"Lower the volume and your voice" You nudge Jongho, but he doesn't react and continues singing. So you go with a plan b and shut him up with your hand. But it doesn't go as planned as he bites your palm, making you retract your hand instantly. Feeling like giving up, you move San off of you, instructing him to rest on Seonghwa's lap instead and he does. Then you lift yourself off the floor and go help Yunho and Hoongjoong to clean the living room. When you're done, Hoongjoong and Yunho look around and then quietly tippy toe to Yuhno's room.

 Whilst you stay in the living room, inspecting the group once again. Now there's two down, four more to go. You suspect that Mingi is next, as he's talking with his eyes closed and barely saying any actual words. Seeing an opportunity to get out, you sprint to Yunho's room, where he's already playing games on his computer. Hoongjoong on the other hand is laying on his belly, "wake me up when the party's over" with that he closes his eyes shut.

 You approach your boyfriend from behind and rest your hands on his shoulders, massaging gently, "You should get some sleep too, I'll take care of them"

 "Impossible. How will you get them to their rooms, they're like twice your size" Yunho laughs at your words, knowing for sure how difficult they can get

 "I'll drag them by their legs if I need to" you shrug, making him burst out of laughter, as Hoongjoong shuffles in the bed, slowly opening his eyes.

"Are they out?" he mumbles, voice raspy from a 5 minute sleeping session.

"No, close your eyes" you tell him and he goes back to sleep once again.

 You stay by Yunho's side, watching him showing off how good of a gamer he is, until a sound comes from the living room, like an asteroid that just hit the ground, shaking the whole floor.

 Yunho immediately takes off his headset and stands up, "what was that?" His eyes wide open as he follows you to the living room, where you're greeted by Mingi kissing the floor, in between the coffee table and the couch.

"Mind explaining what happened?" You inquire about the situation as Yunho walks over to Mingi, to check if he's still alive.

"He was standing on the couch, was dancing and then wanted to get off, instead he tripped and fell" Seonghwa mumbles, completely unphased by the chaos.

 "He's alive" Yunho informs, glancing over at Mingi, who seems like he's out.

 "Should we end the gathering here?" You turn to the remaining 3 members, who don't seem to agree and keep on talking to each other, "okay". They look like they're on the verge of passing out. Jongho's not singing anymore, Wooyoung is staring at his own reflection on the black tv screen, Seonghwa is for sure fighting the urge to black out, San is still sleeping soundly on his lap, Yeonsang is now sprawled on the sofa and Mingi's passed out on the floor. 

 You manage to turn your head away for one second and Seongwa's out, face planting the table.

"It's between you and me now boi" Wooyoung intensely glares at Jongho, "I'll be the last to black out"

"You know what, let's get the fallen guys back to their rooms and leave Woo and John here for now" You suggest as Yunho agrees and goes to wake up Hoongjoong.

"Let's start from Yeosang" Hoongjoong decides and Yunho volunteers to take him, since his room is right in front of the living room. You and Hoongjoong take San, but just as you try to lift him up, he wakes up and starts babbling, refusing to be taken away.

"Everyone's going to sleep, you too" Hoongjoong talks to him as you take San by his right arm and Hoongjoong takes him by the left one. You lift him off the floor and walk him out of the apartament. Yunho, at the same time, wakes Yeosang up, gets him on his back and heads to the room, to put him to bed.

 When you successfully get San to his room, you lift the covers off his bed, as Hoongjoong puts him to bed with a little struggle, before tucking him in and heading back.

 "Wooyoung's down" Yunho points at the man sleeping on the couch, as Jongho's giggling at him, happy to be the winner.

 "I'll go by myself, no need-" Jongho almost loses his balance while standing up, "-no need for help" and with a smile he stomps his way back to his room

 "I'll check up on him later, you two take Mingi, I'll take Wooyoung", Hoongjoong approaches him and gently shakes his shoulder to wake him up. You and Yuhno attempt to lift Mingi off the floor, but can't, so you go with a plan b. You take him by his legs, as Yunho takes him by his arms. On three you lift him and carry him to his room.

"How do we open the door?" You question Yunho, as you stand at the door, struggling to keep Mingi off the floor. Fortunately, Hoongjoong steps in to lend you a hand.

"Let's keep Seonghwa and Wooyoung on the sofa, Wooyoung was very unhappy with me waking him up" Hoongjoong suggests, as he opens the door and lets you in. When Mingi's in his bed, you go to Seonghwa's room to fetch his blanket and pillow as Hoongjoong takes Wooyoung's from his room. When you come back, you slide a pillow under each of their heads and cover them with blankets, “Finally, some peace” you let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm out, goodnight!" Hoongjoong immediately leaves as you drop to the floor out of exhaustion.

"You wanna stay over for tonight, It's really late" Yunho joins you on the floor, checking his phone.

"Wouldn't even think of going home" you rest your head on his shoulder, on a verge to fall asleep, "I'm never having kids" you admit as Yunho lets out a breathy laugh, "same"

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[suffarustuffaru]

sincerely emilia (drabble for Day 2 - Injury / Role Swap / “What do I look like right now?” - rezero s3c1 fanweek!!)

Your name is Emilia, just Emilia, and you’re super duper good at everything you set your mind to! 

It was pretty rough learning how to die with grace, but it’s given you so many wonderful opportunities to learn other things as well! 

See, it only took approximately about a dozen or so loops to figure out how to make a suitable enough cake—you really, really don’t bother counting anymore, counting is such a downer unless it’s for something more fun—but, of course, you’re Emilia, and you can’t just half-ass any of the things you do! Ah, but oh my—you really, really shouldn’t be cursing or anything even in your internal dialogue, so you suppose this may call for another loop! Besides, you accidentally put too much frosting in one corner of the cake when you were writing the big important message on the face of it, so you must correct that as well. 

You duck into the nearest bathroom and bite down on your tongue. It’s good practice, given that’s usually one of the deaths you struggle a little bit with, and you like to practice. You like becoming so good at things that no one can think of you as stupid, silly Emilia anymore. You like being so good that nothing can ever touch you again. 

That you never hurt anyone again.

Anyway, this world has given you so many fun opportunities ever since that day in the capitol! Felt may have stolen your insignia at the time, and Elsa was quite an opponent, but you’ve learned all sorts of valuable things ever since! Of course, after your dozen or so loops spent learning to make a cake, you spent some more learning to make the perfect cake. It was only a tiny bit of looping—maybe about another dozen or more? Besides, you already had the chance to catalog even more important information:

Natsuki Subaru is from beyond the Great Waterfall. Natsuki Subaru, presumably, appeared in the middle of that capitol the same day your insignia was stolen. Natsuki Subaru is your knight because you let him mold himself into something stronger. You let him try, like how you always try and try and try. Because Natsuki Subaru is a stupid, stupid boy who lives life oh-so-recklessly, and yet you can’t help but admire his passion. His heart. You wanted to squeeze it, just a little, that one time you found him dead in an alleyway with his murderers panicking because they hadn’t expected to kill him. They weren’t even trying. And, of course, the knights weren’t trying to kill him. Of course not! And, of course, of course, of course, Natsuki Subaru had to follow you everywhere you went like a dumb puppy wagging its tail, but he can’t come back to life like you can. You’re dead weight. He’s even deader weight. But you can come back. After all the crying and vomiting and screaming you did, after all the times you got beat down and never came back up again, after all the times you let everyone around you die, after all the times you saw your own maids and your own father do horrible things you never would have approved of, after all the times you were targeted and stupid, stupid Subaru got caught in the crossfire, after all the times you saw Geuse—Petelgeuse—you figured it out: you can please everyone all at once and as much as possible so long as you used the power you were forced into. This is the one thing you can control: you make yourself beautiful, force your personality into a better place the same way you can force a broken shoulder back into its socket. The same way you can hear your own voice whisper back to you in a void, I love him, I love him, save him, I love him, save, save, save. The same way you can make sure Natsuki Subaru is safe.

And happy.

You can make sure everyone around you all at once is safe and happy. There were—there were a few errors. But you’re good at pushing forward. You even got over your personal hurdle of disliking lying and broken promises. This is because you’re not broken bird Emilia anymore. In fact, your power proves everyone wrong! How could you not be great after everything? You have it down to even the smallest details— 

“Subaru!” you exclaim as you burst into his room. He leaves the door unlocked; this is out of habit, even if he doesn’t remember her, due to all the times a certain maid had been at her bedside before she—before she—haha—

Subaru, of course, startles awake. He’s a little jumpy, though he can be quite the deep sleeper when he’s really exhausted, but he always has this habit of relaxing the moment he sees you! This is related to how the moon is beautiful, isn’t it is a phrase that really means I love you, along with other such foolish things like how Emilia-tan, is Emilia-chan is some childish form of endearment, and how take care are words that have either made Subaru cry tears of joy or tears of complete and utter despair depending on the loop, and how Natsuki Subaru was a lonely little shut-in NEET who imprinted on you like a duckling would with its mother. He’s frightened at first once he’s fully awake now, practically jumping out of bed and looking around like he’s expecting an attack—like that one loop where he died in his sleep, or that other loop where a certain maid died in her sleep instead and he got caught in the crossfire again, like he always does—but then his eyes land on you. His face brightens, and then brightens even further when you say—

“Happy birthday!” You proudly hold out the cake you’ve made for him. It’s butterscotch, exactly as he said he was craving since the first loop of this current period, and you made sure to write out the words Happy birthday in perfect characters onto the cake as well. Pretty poignant, you think, that his birthday is just a few weeks before the anniversary of that day in the capitol. You look up from the eighteen birthday candles scattered amidst the frosting. 

“It’s a new you,” you add with a cheerful smile. “I’m reaaally glad that you’re here, Subaru, and I’m honored to have another year with you as my friend—” You wink at him. A little teasing, but just innocent enough to only be slightly flirtatious. Subaru runs away in a panic if there’s too much. “—and my knight.”

Subaru squeaks in embarrassment at that. You allow yourself a measured giggle at that, hidden behind a polite hand. Subaru’s eyes roam all over you and the cake you’re holding out for him with your other hand; like this, all the muscles you’ve been working on are showing, all pure heroine grace just the way he likes, and your laugh is also pure grace. Just the way he likes. 

Pure, pure, pure. 

You make sure to alter the formula a little with others, though. A person like Anastasia likes being caught off guard by pure, simple sincerity, and you like seeing her narrow her eyes at you every time you already knew what she was going to say. Otto likes to take other people under his wing, as much as he pretends he doesn’t want to, so you indulgently allow him to advise you on everything and anything, and you laugh when he doesn’t know how you’re predicting every possible move he makes in shatranj. Garfiel’s desire for strength is admirable, and your sparring sessions with him have been some of your favorite loops. The moment he declared that he would have to train to become as strong as you tasted like pure victory. Ram’s singing lessons too, have been your other favorites as well, with the curtness of her voice turning soft when she called you a girl with good timing, and even Julius’s lips kissing your knuckle felt nice in the epicenter of the storm that was all those loops where you kept trying and trying to stop Subaru from walking straight into his death. All of this—it’s another way to improvement. It’s another way to experience every good thing you’ve ever had over and over and over again. 

Pure intimacy.

Purity itself.

But now, Subaru’s bright, flustered grin suddenly fades. It sends a panic in you, a bile curling in your stomach and clawing up your throat until you want to slit your throat. “Aww, Subaru,” you say, as gentle as ever. “Is something the matter?” 

Subaru shakes his head hastily. Clears his throat. “N-No,” he says, “Just—how did you learn to write in Japanese?” 

You pause. Then, “Does Subaru not like it?”

“No, no,” Subaru stutters, gesturing his hands around wildly. “I do like it! I really, really like it, Emilia-tan, promise! It’s—god, this is like a birthday cake out of my dreams, I swear, but—I-I wasn’t expectin’ that you’d, um, know how to—”

You smile again and lightly tap Subaru’s nose. It distracts him again, his cheeks bright red, just as you knew it would. “Well, silly, I’ve been wanting to learn for a while! It’s an ancient language hailing from Kararagi, I hear—” Subaru’s journal was an enlightening thing to look through. You figure that with only a few more loops you could read the entire thing from front to back and then recite it from memory. “—and you seem so passionate about it, so I wanted to learn just for you.”

Just for you. Haha, you’re really the most sincere person in the entire universe, aren’t you?

“Really, Emilia-tan…?” Subaru replies, completely awestruck. 

“Really,” you say, with the tilt of your head. This must be the Subaru that blue-haired maid saw, of course. Silly, silly Subaru, always thinking about other—

Subaru stands there, right beside you, biting down on the inside of his cheek like he always does when he’s uncertain about something. That’s your Subaru, always biting down words when he feels the need to. He’s still starry-eyed looking at you, of course, but there’s a bit of hesitation there now for some reason.

“Emilia…” he says, reluctant, “You look…”

“What do I look like right now?” you obediently ask. You have always had to ask these sorts of things, unfortunately. Half-devil witch. Half-devil witch in league with the actual half-devil witch. Half-devil witch who can come back to life after death. Half-devil witch who can return from death any time she wants, save everyone except for the times it really counts. You can look like a witch, but you can't act like one. Rem is gone. Petelgeuse is gone. Puck is gone. Fortuna is gone, gone, gone. Everyone has been gone in every timeline except—

“You looked a little… scary… for a moment,” Subaru mumbles. Then he shakes his head at a rather vigorous rate. “No, no, I was probably seeing things—sorry, Emilia-tan. I didn’t mean to be such a downer, and I don’t mean to insult you or anything, you’re still as beautiful as ever, I promise!”

You smile. You’re very good at smiling and waving. You can already feel your teeth scraping against your tongue again. “No need to apologize, Subaru. We all see things that frighten us for a moment, don’t we?” Your hand pats him on the head. He does this little flustered squeal at that, as always, and you laugh sweetly at him in reward. “Why don’t we go to the dining room and eat your cake there? You still have to blow out the candles, after all, and I need to go make sure your breakfast is all set too.”

“O-Oh!” Subaru startles. “Emilia-tan, you put in so much work for me and you really didn’t have to—”

You hum to yourself. “It’s okay, Subaru, there’s no need to put in any work today when it’s your birthday!” You reach for his hand with your own, the one that’s not holding the cake, and he eagerly holds your hand back. You squeeze it gently. “Come now, let’s just go already so we can celebrate!” 

This will likely take another loop.

“O-Okay, Emilia-tan,” Subaru says with a grin. And everything’s okay. Because Emilia declares it to be. Because, because, because—

Your name is Emilia, the very best Emilia, and you’re super duper good at everything you set your mind to!

[dreamscapesofimagination]

A/N: For Anon! thanks for my first ask💛 i'm sorry it took so long!

TW: Angst, fluff, Breakup (Lucifers part, but not w Lucifer), slut shaming, the demons have feelings for you, the only one who is not fooling himself is Beel (i just feel like he'd be very accepting of it?)

Summary: How Lucifer, Mammon, and Beelzebub would react to finding you listening to breakup music in your room after being dumped by another demon.

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Lucifer

Break My Heart- Bella White

Lucifer had sent you a message hours ago, and had received no response. If it were anyone else, he would have called them and ordered them to come to his office, and if they ignored him (like Mammon often did), then they would be punished.

Admittedly, the Avatar of Pride had grown rather fond of you- though he was loathe to admit it. Instead he was pretending that he was going to your room to speak with you as a break from his office- that he would go crazy if he had to stare at the desk any longer.

It wasn't completely false- you often told him he worked too much and you were not entirely wrong.

He paused at the faint sound of music that krept beneath your door- sad, mournful notes of loss and longing.

Frowning, he knocked.

"One second!" your voice stammered from inside, tone nearly lifeless.

He heard the music shut off and shuffling as you padded to the door.

You swung it open to reveal your face- eyes rimmed red and drying tears still on your cheeks.

"What?" you asked, frowning at him.

Confusion crossed Lucifers mind as he tried to figure out what had happened. He had seen you angry, scared, happy- he had even seen you sad.

But he had never seen you like this.

"Can I come in?" He watched you step aside, allowing him to enter the room.

You crossed your arms as you shut the door, glaring at him.

"So?"

In any other scenario, he would have been miffed at the tone of your voice, but considering the circumstances he was overlooking it.

He swore, if one of his brothers- particularly a certain white-haired one- had upset you to this degree he would flay them alive.

"I was seeing if you got my message, but now I want you to tell me what happened."

He watched your lower lip tremble and you looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. Fresh tears wet your cheeks.

"I just want to be left alone." you sniffed, arms wrapping around yourself.

Lucifer stepped closer, gently pulling you into him. As much as he wasn't accustomed to physical affection, he knew right now you just needed to be held.

As he enjoyed holding you in his arms, he vowed that whomever made you this upset would face his wrath.

After a moment, you spoke, "the demon I had been seeing dumped me. He said it was a red flag that I was living with seven other demons, and that I was so close to them." you sniffled, "he called me a demon whore."

His heart seized in his chest.

Oh, he would have some words with that demon. He had known you were seeing another demon- he didn't approve but knew that interfering would reveal his own feelings for you.

While his hesrt soared knowing you were no longer seeing that no-good, uncivilized, embarrassment of a demon, he knew that all you needed right now was comfort.

He held you close, allowing you to cry into his shirt, gently rubbing your back.

Lucifer would hold you as long as you needed, and then he would hunt down that demon and show him exactly why messing with you was a poor decision.

Mammon:

Stick Season- Noah Kahan

Mammon flounced down the hall, excited to tell you about his new money-making scheme.

In reality, he was well aware the scheme was worthless, but it gave him the chance to spend time with you- and his antics seemed to always make you smile.

And there was nothing he was more greedy for than your smile.

To him, it was worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom- and since he had just been ripped off again, he needed to see your smile.

He burst through your door like an over excited puppy, causing you to start as you ripped your headphones off.

"Mammon, what the hell happened to knocking?" you glared at him- and he tried to ignore the way your sharp gaze caused his heart to flutter.

As much as he would never admit it out loud, he was completely wrapped around your finger.

"Whatcha listenin' to?" he completely ignored your question, snatching your headphones and flopping beside you.

The music that reached his ears threw him off- it was about a breakup?

He frowned, "Why are you listening to this?"

You pulled the headphones away from him.

"The singer is one of my favorites, I was listening while I drew, but someone doesn't know how to knock and had to come bursting in," you scolded him.

He zoned out, completely focused on your face and voice, not even hearing your words.

"Hello? Mammon?" you waving your hand in front of his face pulled his attention back.

He blinked at you.

"Can I listen with you?" he asked, all thoughts of his earlier scheme leaving his head.

If this was your favorite artist, then he wanted to listen- if no other reason than to make you happy.

You raised an eyebrow. "You want to listen with me?"

Mammon felt his cheeks heat up as he quickly added, "obviously it's not as good as anything here in the Devildom, but maybe there's a market for his music here."

A small smile curled your lips as you watched him flounder.

You unplugged the headphones, allowing the music to fill the room.

Mammon watched closely as you returned to drawing, unable to take his gaze from your face.

He already considered you his- you were his human, and as far as he was concerned, he was your number 1. And he would do anything for you.

Beelzebub

Run Away to Mars- TALK

You were laying on the roof when Beel found you, staring up at the stars in the Devildom sky.

He held a plate of cookies in his hands- he had just made them and wanted to share with you. It was a recipe you had shown him, and you had been down the past few days.

He wasn't sure why you were so withdrawn, but knew he should do something to cheer you up.

The music coming from your D.D was something he had not heard before- and it was sad.

"Hey, I made some cookies."

You sat up, turning at the sound of the ravenous demons voice, and he felt his cheeks turn pink at the slight smile you gave him.

"Thanks, Beel. Wanna sit with me?" You shut the music off.

Why were you listening to something so sad? Was it something to do with why you had been so down the past few days?

He sat beside you, and for a bit you both sat in silence, enjoying the cookies. They weren't as good as when you made them, but he noticed how you had perked up.

After a while, he spoke, "You've seemed sad the past few days."

Beel watched you chew your lip as you contemplated your response.

"Just a bit homesick- today was my grandmothers birthday and its the first one I haven't been around to celebrate. She passed a few years ago but I would always bring fresh flowers to her grave." his heart twisted at your words, and he frowned as he watched some tears fall from your eyes.

He understood missing family, he missed Lilith every day.

"Do you want to visit her?" his question was carefully considered- he was sure both Diavolo and Lucifer would grant permission for a trip such as this.

You looked at him, frowning, "do you think we could?"

Beel couldn't diminish the hope in your eyes. He wasn't always the best with his words- he was well aware he was not as eloquent as Satan or Lucifer, and was not nearly as smooth as Asmo was. It was part of why he had not managed to confess his feelings for you.

What he could do was show through actions how he cared.

"I'd have to get permission from Lucifer and Diavolo, but I don't think that is a problem."

The smile that spread across your face was one he wished to never forget, and you quickly jumped forward, wrapping your arms around him.

He hugged you back, feeling his face burn as he took in the sweet scent of your shampoo.

He would raise Hell if they denied his request- anything he could do to make you happy.