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i seeeeriously am in so deep rn . til today i've kind of in my head just been like haha lol sid's my boyfriend. yeah he's my wife whatever but these past few days have been like ... wah ... i marry you? đ„ș you marry me? đ„ș be my husbands?đ„șlove you?đ„ș
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Possessive, obsessive, aggressive T.R T.N M.R
Summary: A movie night where secrets get revealed with Y/N and the boys.
Popcorn flying through the air, laughter filling the homely manor and the television playing a long forgotten movie. This is how good life ha been living with the boys. Y/N was currently sitting on the warm carpeted floor in between Theodores legs, Tom was sitting to the right of them, comfortable on his own seperate arm chair and Mattheo to the left of them, taking up most of the couch sitting in the most annoying way so that he was touching both Theodore and Y/N.
âYou should have heard her screaming Y/Nâ Mattheo laughed loudly basically wheezing at this point, ready to pee himself from laughter.
âOkay itâs not that funny. All we did was hook up and then she woke me up screaming, she was supposed to leave already.â Theodore said shooting a fake glare in Mattheos direction with his icy blue eyes. He continued to sloppily try to braid Y/Ns piece of long brown silky hair.
âYouâre right. It wasnât funny it was obnoxious. Actually it was downright absurd, only the lowest of the low human beings with that level of IQ-â Tom started going on a very angry rant, most of the time everyone doesnât know what heâs talking about when he has these moments of his temper betraying him.
âCome on tom, calm down a little bit?â Y/N asked with furrowed brows and a slight pout. She didnât mind when Mattheo and Theodore start their friendly banter but sometimes Tom just doesnât get the hint, or pick up on social settings vibes.
Tom huffed and looked away, he didnât want to admit it but he cares about what she thinks. They all know it too.
âYou pricks are both so fucking in love with Y/N, at this point itâs disgusting.â Mattheo chuckled loudly as he continued to throw popcorn at Tom. Mattheo draped a foot over Y/Ns head. She shot him a glare and smacked his foot with her free hand, the other trying to help Theodore braid her hair.
âDo not start.â Tom warned him with a harsh look as Tom continued to put the popcorn Mattheo keeps throwing at him in a trash bag.
âOh, do not act like you werenât going absolute crazy when she brought a guy home.â Theodore yelled extremely loudly for no reason which was so random. Y/N looked up at Mattheo with a confused look, then back up at Theodore who was fiddling with her hair trying to detangle the matt he had made.
âNo i didnât!â Mattheo screamed back obviously lying. He was trying to cover for himself in front of Y/N.
âYou dickheads did too!â Mattheo yelled pointing at Tom and Theo. As he jumped up, the popcorn falling onto the floor, the popcorn kennels already in the expensive carpet. Tom groaned loudly obviously already knowing he is going to be the one cleaning that up.
âWell. We did not hex him.â Theodore said sassily as he crossed his arms with a huff, giving up on trying to untangle the braid.
âYes.â Tom said dryly agreeing with Theodore.
âIT WAS LITERALLY YOU WHO HEXED HIM!â Mattheo screamed at Tom, Mattheo was met with Tom staring at him blankly.
âoh.â Tom said nonchalantly,
Everyone stared at him with a concerned look on their faces.
âIs this why no boys ever come back over after the first date?â Y/N asked with a dumb founded look on her face.
âYes.â The boys all answered in the same nonchalant tone and all at the same time.
âYou guys sound like a cult, iâm leaving.â Y/N said as she gets up off the carpeted floor from in between Theodores legs. She walks up the stairs while flipping them off as they stared at her blankly.
âHer ass is so fat.â Mattheo said while so obviously staring. He was met with eye rolling from Theodore, but obviously he was staring too because he had to re arrange his pants, and Tom just looking at him with a disgusted look as he grabbed a pillow and put it over his crotch as he huffed once again.
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Ooooh can you please do reader is Lewis daughter and sheâs a big daddyâs girl and she has everyone wrapped around her finger, including the stoic Toto?
AHH! I had so much fun writing this. I love the idea of Lewis being a girl dad. I hope y'all enjoy reading this and send me some requests!
-XoXo
Daddy's little love
âWho is your favourite Disney Princess, Baby?â asked Anthony, Lewisâ dad, to his 4-year-old granddaughter. Cassie, who was busy getting her beautiful, long, curly hair done by her grandmother Linda, turned to Anthony with the biggest grin on her face.
âTiana,â she proudly stated. âTIANA? Whyâs that, hm?â he asked her, now sporting the same huge grin as the girl in the living room. âBecause she is the prettiest of them all. And her prince is better than the other ones. OH, and their friends are so cool, because Ray is a firefly and his wife is a star. And their other friend, the crocodile, Louis, can play the trumpet. Oh, and Mama Odie makes the best gumbo in the whole wide world,â she answered, running towards Anthony.
The older Hamilton immediately picked her up, sitting little Cassie in front of him on the kitchen counter. âOhh, is that so, young lady?â he jokingly asked her. âUHU,â she answered with a duh-tone. âReally?â âUhu.â âReally.â Now the game between Cassie and her Poppy started.
Linda, who knew that this little game of theirs could go on for hours, called towards the young girl. âCassie, honey, we still need to do your hair.â âBut I donât wanna, Loveyyyyy,â whined the 4-year-old. âNuhu, donât even look at me with those puppy eyes of yours,â she told her. However, Cassie tried to find a way out of the situation. âBut why canât Daddy do it for me?â she whined again. âYou know why, Baby. Daddy canât make those braids that you like,â Anthony answered, sensing the beginning of a little tantrum.
Both Anthony and Linda knew that Cassie hated getting her hair done. If the young Hamilton could, she would always have it open. However, with the hot weather and her playing the whole time with her cousins in the garden, everyone knew it was better to braid it back.
Before anyone could say anything else, a figure appeared in the doorway. âWhatâs that Iâm hearing about Daddy?â asked Lewis, who was finally back home after the Mexican GP. He looked tired but happy. âDADDY!â squealed the young girl, immediately running towards her father with outstretched arms. Lewis, who knew his daughter better than himself, picked her up in his arms and held her close, releasing a sigh of relief now that he finally had his baby back in his arms. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and he couldnât help but smile as she giggled like crazy while he kissed her cheeks repeatedly.
After a moment, he stopped and greeted her with the biggest smile ever. âHello, my little love,â he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He could feel the stress of the race melting away as he held her.
Remembering the conversation he walked into, he carefully petted her hair and told her, âGo on, love. Let Lovey finish your hair, then we can go outside swimming.â Cassie pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. âBut Daddyââ she began, her eyes wide with pleading. âNuh-uh, Honey. Donât even try it with me,â Lewis said, his tone gentle but firm. Cassie released the biggest sigh on earth before stomping towards her grandmother, her tiny feet making exaggerated thuds on the floor.
Thankfully, her older cousin Willow was also now in the living room, so the two cousins could play a game while Linda finished the two Dutch braids. Willow, always the patient one, smiled and pulled out a board game, setting it up on the coffee table. âCome on, Cassie, letâs play while Grandma finishes your hair,â she said, her voice soothing.
Lewis, who was watching the whole situation with an amused smile, turned towards his father and hugged him. âItâs good to have you back, boy,â Anthony whispered in his ear, his voice thick with emotion. âItâs good to be back, Dad,â Lewis answered while releasing the hug. He felt a wave of gratitude for his family, who always supported him no matter what.
After a moment, Lewisâs face turned serious, and he looked at his dad. âHey, can we talk for a minute?â he asked. Anthony, sensing the gravity of the situation, turned his full attention to his son. With an encouraging nod, Lewis began.
âDad, you know how important the Brazil Grand Prix is for me, right? This year, I was thinking of taking Cassie with me. This race isnât just significant for me, but also for Mercedes. Plus, itâs my last year with the team,â he explained, his voice tinged with emotion.
Anthony took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. âLewis, I understand how crucial this race is for you, but why do you feel the need to take Cassie with you?â he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
âWell, Dad, itâs going to be such a meaningful race for me, and I want my favorite person there with me. Besides, the team and the other drivers are always asking about her. And Gloria, you know, Cassieâs babysitter, will also be there. She can watch over her while Iâm racing,â Lewis replied, his eyes pleading for understanding.
Anthony paused for a moment, considering his sonâs words. âOkay, I think thatâs a really sweet idea. And we both know how much Cassie loves traveling with her daddy,â he said with a warm smile.
âThanks, Dad. I guess I just needed to hear from someone that my idea isnât completely insane,â Lewis said, relief washing over his face.
âNo, donât worry about it. Now go tell the little princess the good news,â Anthony encouraged, giving his son a reassuring pat on the back.
After an uneventful flight and a good nights rest, the little trio entered the paddock the next morning. Cassie clutched her fatherâs hand tightly as they walked into the bustling paddock. The young girl, with her curly hair bouncing in the warm breeze, wore a bright purple cap that read "Daddy's little Champion". It was a sea of activity, with mechanics, engineers, and media personnel buzzing around. This was Cassieâs first time attending a race outside of Silverstone, and her wide eyes took in every detail with a mix of awe and excitement.
Lewis,, was a seasoned pro in this environment, but today he felt a bit different. He was not just a world-class driver; he was an overprotective dad. He kept a close eye on Cassie, making sure she stayed close and safe amidst the chaos. The media quickly noticed the duo, and cameras started flashing, capturing the tender moments between father and daughter.
Lewisâs smile was tight as he waved politely to the cameras, but inside, he was less than thrilled about the attention. He had always been protective of Cassie, and the thought of her being in the spotlight made him uneasy. He bent down to her level, his voice gentle but firm. âStay close to me, okay, Cassie? Thereâs a lot going on here.â
Cassie nodded, her curly hair bouncing with the movement. âOkay, Daddy.â
Beside them, Gloria, the babysitter, walked with a calm demeanor. At around 50 years old, she had a reassuring presence that both Lewis and Cassie appreciated. Gloria had been with the family for a while and knew how to keep Cassie entertained and safe. She smiled at Cassie, holding out a small toy car. âLook, Cassie, itâs just like Daddyâs car!â
Cassieâs face lit up as she took the toy, momentarily distracted from the overwhelming environment. Lewis gave Gloria a grateful nod. âThanks, Gloria. I donât know what weâd do without you.â
Gloria chuckled softly. âJust doing my job, Lewis. You focus on the race; Iâll keep an eye on our little racer here.â
As they made their way through the paddock, more media attention followed. Lewis did his best to shield Cassie from the cameras, but it was clear that their presence was a big deal. He sighed inwardly, wishing for a bit more privacy for his daughter. But seeing Cassieâs excitement and knowing Gloria was there to help made it all worthwhile.
âAlright, Cassie,â Lewis said, lifting her up so she could see over the crowd. âLetâs go find a good spot to watch the race. Itâs going to be an exciting day.â
Cassie giggled, her nervousness melting away as she felt the familiar comfort of her fatherâs arms. With Gloria by their side, they were ready to face the day, media attention and all.
As they walked to the Garage, Cassie's wide eyes took in the sight of the famous cars, the hustle of the crew and the vibrant colours of the team uniforms. Other drivers like Lando, Charles, George and Daniel, couldn't help but stop and admire the adorable little girl.
"Hey there, little champ!" Lando said, waving at her. "Are you going to cheer for your dad today?"
Cassie giggled and nodded. "He's the fastes!" she declared proudly, causing the drivers to melt at her sweetness. They all exchanged smiles, and for a moment, the competitive spirit of Formula 1 seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of Cassie's innocent joy.
As Lewis, Cassie and Gloria approached the Mercedes garage, Lewis introduced Cassie to his team principal. Toto, the usually angry Austrian, was particularly taken with her. "Well, if it isn't the youngest member of our team!" he said, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "How would you like to be the team principal for the day?"
Cassie's eyes widened in amazement. "Really? I can be in charge?" she squealed, bouncing slightly in excitement. Lewis, who was busy talking to Bono, turned towards his daughter and reminded her again : "Cassie, inside voice, ok?" "Sorry Daddy" she apologised cutely, warming Lewis heart at the sight of her.
Toto brought her attention back to their conversation. âAbsolutely! You can help make all the important decisions,â Toto replied, grinning. He handed her a small headset, and Cassie put it on, feeling like a true boss.
âOkay, Cassie,â Toto continued, âletâs make sure the drivers are ready. We need to keep an eye on them!â
Cassie nodded seriously, trying her best to mimic the serious expressions of the adults around her. As she sat on Totoâs lap, she observed the team preparing for the race, her little fingers tapping away on the radio as if she were giving commands.
âDriver 44, are you ready?â she said into the headset, mimicking what she had heard the engineers say. The team chuckled at her adorable seriousness, and Lewis turned to give her a thumbs-up from across the garage.
As the pre-race festivities continued, Cassie found herself surrounded by the other drivers, who were all charmed by her presence. Daniel knelt down in front of her. âSo, whatâs your strategy for today?â he asked playfully.
âI think Daddy should go really fast and win!â she replied, her face lighting up with confidence. The drivers laughed, and Daniel gave her a mock salute. âA solid plan, Commander Cassie!â
Soon, it was time for the drivers to head to the grid. Toto carefully lifted Cassie off his lap and placed her back on the ground. âAre you ready to watch your dad race?â he asked her.
âYay! Go, Daddy!â she cheered, waving her arms enthusiastically. Lewis leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead before heading out to the grid. "I love you, my little love" he called back to her. "I love you more" she yelled. Turning towards his daughter, he said : "Impossible" before continuing his way. Their interaction gained laugher throughout the garage.
As the race began, Cassie was glued to the edge of her seat in the team hospitality area, her small hands gripping the railing as she watched the cars zoom past. With each lap, her excitement grew. âGo, Daddy! You can do it!â she shouted, her voice ringing out amidst the cheers of the crowd.
The race unfolded with thrilling intensity. Lewis battled fiercely against his competitors, maneuvering through tight corners and executing perfect overtakes. Cassieâs eyes were wide with awe as she watched her father, the adrenaline coursing through her tiny body with each lap.
During a particularly tense moment, where Lewis found himself in a tight spot battling for position, Cassie gasped and clutched the railing. âCome on, Daddy! You got this!â she yelled, her voice carrying over the noise of the engines.
Her encouragement seemed to resonate, as Lewis managed to pull off an incredible move, taking the lead. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Cassie jumped up and down, her laughter mingling with the roars of the fans.
âLook, Cassie! Your daddyâs in front!â Gloria said, smiling at her enthusiasm. She was having the time of her life, completely unaware of the high stakes of the race, so focused on her fatherâs performance.
As the race neared its conclusion, the tension was palpable. Lewis was vying for the victory, and Cassie could feel the excitement in the air. She leaned over the railing, her heart racing as the final laps approached. âYou can do it, Daddy! Just go faster!â she shouted, her little fists clenched in determination.
When Lewis crossed the finish line, victorious once again, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Cassie squealed with delight, jumping up and down in sheer joy. âHe did it! He won!â she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
After the race, Lewis hurried to the team area, where Cassie was waiting, her face glowing with pride. He scooped her up in his arms, spinning her around. âDid you see that, Cassie? We did it!â he exclaimed, his heart swelling with happiness.
âYou were the best, Daddy! I knew you could win!â she said, her eyes shining with admiration.
As the celebrations continued, Cassie found herself the center of attention. The drivers gathered around her, congratulating Lewis and showering her with affection. âYouâre an amazing little team principal, Cassie,â Charles said, ruffling her hair.
Cassie beamed, soaking in all the praise. âI told him to go fast!â she said proudly, and the drivers laughed, each one charmed by her innocence and enthusiasm.
As the sun began to set over Brazil, casting a warm glow over the paddock, Lewis took Cassie aside. âYou know, today was special not just because we won, but because I got to share it with you,â he said softly.
âI had the best day, Daddy! Can we come to every race together?â she asked, her eyes wide with hope.
âOf course, sweet pea. Every race, if you want. Youâll always be my lucky charm,â Lewis replied, giving her a warm hug.
The day ended with fireworks illuminating the sky, and Cassie watched in awe, her heart full. She had stepped into a world of speed and excitement, and in doing so, had forged an unforgettable bond with her father. As they headed back to their hotel, Cassie rested her head on Lewisâs shoulder, dreaming of race tracks and fast cars, knowing that this was just the beginning of their adventures tog
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YOUR WOMAN
â lawyer! Abby
CW: dom-top! abby. sub! reader. thigh riding. spanking. good girl-princess-angel.
Abby was beyond exhausted. This whole week had been full of dumb people bothering her and her current clients - a married couple, because there were papers missing or formalities unfinished.
And no matter what she did, there was always something wrong, and having the patience she has, whenever she was awake her humor was horrible, which lead to her keeping distance with you. Whenever she tried to sleep, she couldn't, and it was torture to see your clearly hurt expression or having the most stressful nightmares whenever she could finally close her eyes.
She'd proposed to spend the whole weekend with you, but of course she couldn't get what she wanted, ever.
Starting with her being awake early in the morning by the stress and all the caffeine she consumed a day before making effect on her body, still. Then, her clients panicking over another important paper deal that apparently had to do with her. She couldn't even have a proper breakfast, not even sit next to you and at least watch you eat and hear you talk about your week. Nothing.
So when the sunlight started to fade, you felt like a blessing appeared. Forgetting about how much you've needed her the whole week, you needed her to have a rest, to distract her mind a little. And what's better than you both getting what you much need in a little time? She sure can get some minutes for this.
So, with only one of her t shirts you innocently walked outside her office, around thousands of times before she noticed you. Or so you thought since you heard that pretty laugh she has. The one that she uses for mocking you, such a pleasure.
"Come here" she looked tired, and it made you regret your plan, just for a couple seconds before you saw the veins on her hands shine just perfectly when she patted on her lap for you to come sit on her.
"What're you doing? Mhm?" You placed your legs intertwined with hers, making yourself comfortable in the small chair she had been working at all day. Hesitating a little, you responded "nothing?"
"Oh, sure we're doing nothing?" Her fingers trailed a small path along the sides of your thighs, rolling the hem of your shirt up your hips. You, on the other hand, let your weight rest fully on her, positioning the palms of your hands on top of her shoulders to keep you in place.
"I'm pretty sure we do" your fingers grabbed the sides of her glasses gently, taking them off. While placing them on top of the wooden desk, you took a glance at the screen, almost darkening at how long it had been since she paid attention to it.
As much as you desired her, you couldn't dare to keep her busy from work, which didn't seem like the occasion.
Her usual braid was messy, with some locks of her hair dancing above her cheeks. You moved them behind her ears, tracing a path down her neck which was lately followed by your lips letting open mouthed kisses along it.
The pressure growing in between your legs grew at each move you or her did. Her leg bouncing felt like hell, and you couldn't help but rub yourself on her. You could feel her grinding, her hands leading your ass as she pleased.
Your last sight was her eyes closing, previously for you. Her mouth opening very slightly as the feeling of your saliva sent shivers to her whole body.
The grip on your lower back got tighter, lowering till her hands were fully grasping at your ass, trying to prevent you from moving. You only kept on fighting her. "Don't" she hissed.
You laughed in between kisses, ending in her clavicle connected to your lips by a small trail of saliva. Your hips kept on grinding on her lap, and by how her leg also kept bouncing you thought she was just fine with it, she wasn't.
"Fuck it, stop" her voice sounded too overwhelmed for you to take it serious, until she made you take it seriously. "Stop it, stay".
You whined at it, annoyed by all her restrictions even when she was the one that needed a hard fuck this time. You hate- despised that stubborn side of her, the one that kept you under her control all the time, because what else could you want on days like this than just please her and make her cum all over you, make her take a proper break. Fuck her.
You were ready to just sit on her lap, have a quick make out session and leave her alone, but that's not what she meant, and you knew it.
"Don't act like that" her thumb slided outside your lips, down your chin. "You wanted my attention, so bad? Then fucking take it"
Your tongue slid out your lips, making space for her fingers. Her hand pulled you closer to her, pressing her lips against you in such messy kiss. Drool all over your faces.
She'd laugh in between kisses, pressing you closer by holding the back of your head and practically lead you to where she wanted, how she wanted.
She could feel- see the damp spot on her pants, growing every time she groaned in your mouth, whined at you deliciously you'd tuck at her braid. She couldn't wait any longer either.
Her hands pressed on your chest, pushing you enough for her to have space to speak. "You're gonna take my pants off" she murmured, her nose dancing closely to yours "and you're gonna ride 'em"
You stupidly nodded, standing on your feet again, taking your time to get rid of her belt and- god, such gorgeous view. The warm light of her office lightening her legs, her thighs, her stomach showing once you made a mess of her and her blouse. "Sit"
You did as you were told, sitting as you were in the very first beginning. "You think you can get yourself off?" Her hands kept you in place, not even letting you realize what was happening. You just nodded, letting her manhandle you as she wished.
"Good" you heard her husky voice, her hands making circles along the fat of your ass, leading you up her thigh, then down her knee. You let out small whimpers, already pooling her whole leg, clenching at the emptiness. "Good girl"
Every time your clit rubbed against her skin- there was such an obscene sound, wet, loud. Abby couldn't help but widen her smile, you looked so inviting, so pretty, just for her. Smile that vacuumed out of her face the moment you, cautionary, tried to increase the speed.
Her hand moved off your ass, slapping it just a few seconds later. You felt your legs shake at it, such delicious pleasure with a mix of pain starting to mix just right near your cunt. "So wet mhm? Like it when I do that?" She mocked.
"Making a mess on me" her lips pressed over your clavicle, leaving tender kisses along it. Your lips kept right next to her ear, giving her the privilege of hearing your agitated breathing, your whines and pleads over and over again.
There was a knot of pleasure appearing on your stomach, her hands, her words, her smell, her everything was making you insane. The feeling of her bare legs somehow hitting your clit and arousal just perfectly, as if your bodies were made to fit with each other. You knew you wouldn't last long.
The plush of your thighs got harshly gripped by her fingers. "I know baby, I know" You replied equally, holding yourself with the help of your hands on her neck, now being lead to a much satisfying and fast speed than before. "C'mon"
"It's okay angel, yeah, yeah" Abby mumbled as she felt your body filling on top of her. She felt the wetness on her thigh increasing more and more, you could only thank her for it. "Ride it out, just like that"
"Fuck- abby" You let out breathlessly, your voice sloghtly acute. Her hands moved to your back, holding you in place. You looked fucking gorgeous. "Such a good girl f' me princess. Did so good f' me" your ears got covered in a wave of compliments, how you've done so good, how pretty you looked, all followed by kisses on your temple, circles on your back. God she was fucking sweet.
"Come here" you shifter your gaze upwards, meeting her eyes, so shiny and full of adoration. "Kiss" your lips pressed on hers, not caring about your still pretty evident exhaustion or the mess you've done.
"Do me a favor" she mumbled, giving you a short kiss after. You replied with a quiet 'yeah?'.
"Lick my thigh clean, can you?" a sheepish smile adorned your face, rolling your eyes yet doing as she asked you to, a favor, right?
Your feet stepped the cold floor, slowly getting on your knees. Leaning your head closer to her thigh, you stick out your tongue, taking a taste of the mess you've done on her. Your eyes never left hers.
Her fingers trailed the path of your cheek bones, as if she was still guiding you through it.
Your hands travelled to the sides of her legs, stopped by her own hands once she realized what you were trying to do. "Nuh uh, go get clean and take a nap" your tongue got back to its place, leaving one last kiss on her thigh. You weren't planing on fighting with her.
"Good" You stood up, giving her a last glance, taking note of how she looked even when half of her wasn't an unusual view for you. "Promise I'll finish... all this" her hand signaled to her screen, clearly still a bit stressed by her work. "Then I'll be with you, doing whatever you want, yeah?" You simply smiled at her, trying to let abby know she could always take her time. You'd wait an eternity for her if necessary.
"How's that sound then?" You humorously rolled your eyes "perfect" her hands opened one more time, making space for you. You followed her, feeling her hands embrace you.
"Thanks" she murmured, her voice muffled but her face being so close to your stomach. You laughed, completely enamored by her, your hands caressing her hair. "I better get what I want later"
Abby pushed you away gently, laughing back and nodding at your request. "Go" You turned around, getting to feel her hands one last time, on your ass, so sweet of her, right?
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Stars all aligned - Chapter 7
Summary:
If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background.
They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.
Warning:
I'll keep the warnings, even though there is no outright mention in this part: Bashing of like...every IC member? Especially the Archeron Sisters, discussion of chronic pain, discussion of Infertility, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Underage Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please, take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
(Lovely dividers thanks to @sweetmelodygraphics)
"I want you out of Velaris, when I have a talk with them," Azriel broached the topic a few days later. Zahra just stared at him.
"I have nowhere else to go," she said drily.Â
She had the cottage and that was it. And her tries at winnowingâŠletâs just say she did not trust herself to winnow anywhere she didnât know very well.Â
Azrielâs face was unreadable, but there was a tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his wings.
He was clearly on edge...but then, he had been for quite a while, whenever the topic of their family came up.Â
Whenever she told him about her life in the cottage and later as a maid at the Archeron EstateâŠhe had looked murderous.
"I have a small cottage by the sea you can...stay in," Azriel suggested softly.
Zahra just stared at him. "You have a cottage by the sea," she echoed, amused besides herself.
Azriel moved to stand behind her, where she was washing dishes in the sink and he pressed a kiss against her cheek.
"I am just paranoid," he promised her. "Nothing bad will happen...But I would feel better if you are out of the city, if I get into a fight with Cassian and accidentally level it."
"That's not funny," she told him drily, but bit back a smile, especially as she leaned back against his broad chest, the dishes forgotten in the soapy water in the sink.
"At the coast?" she asked him softly. The coast soundedâŠnice.
"Rosehall," he explained. "It's...It's where my mother lives."
"Your mother?" she echoed, surprised.
Azriel nodded, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned down and buried his face in her neck.
"I bought it for her a long time ago," he murmured as his lips brushed against her skin. "It's...right there by a little hamlet we turned into a haven for displaced Illyrians. You can stay there...just until my brothers get the stick out of their asses and come to their senses."
Zahra let out a snort of laughter. âSure, I will just wait around until your brothers come to their senses,â she said with a little smile, turning around and reaching up to brush away the stray strands of his dark hair from his forehead. âAnd how long do you think that is going to take?â
"Not long," he promised her. "And then I'll get started on your sisters," he promised her, pressing a kiss against her forehead and Zahra melted.
She loved the easy attention, the sweet little forehead kisses he dished out to her so often, nearly absentmindedly. The touch of his hands on hersâŠ
She loved the way he smiled at her...just at her.
And yetâŠand yet she couldnât help but feel a pang of guilt at the mention of her sisters, even if she tried her best not to let it show.
âYou are so sure of yourself,â she teased him, trying to keep her voice light as she rested her hands on his chest.
Azriel just smiled down at her, the expression in his eyes gentle, his wing shifting to wrap around her body as he pulled her against the hardness of his chest.
âWeâll get things figured out,â he murmured as one large hand moved up to run through her braid, smoothing back some of the messier strands. âYou donât need to worry.â
âYou sound so confident,â she said, a smile playing on her lips despite herself as she took a moment to admire his handsome face, so close to hers.
His smile was a rare sight, his features so often schooled into a careful mask of neutrality, but as she studied his face she could see the warmth in his dark eyes, and she loved the way his lips curled up in their corners so slightly.
âIf I didnât know better, Iâd think you are arrogant.â
He chuckled at that, and the low sound of his laughter vibrated through his chest.
âAre you calling me arrogant?â he asked, his wings shifting around them again, pulling her just a little bit closer to his body, the powerful muscles of those wings pressing against her back.
âYes, I think I am,â she said with a smile, tilting her head up to look at him, her eyes flicking between the different shadows on his face.
His gaze held hers for a long moment, the corner of his lips still curled up, a teasing expression in his dark eyes.
âArrogant and overconfident and insufferable,â she added jokingly and she felt the rumble of a silent laugh in his chest.
"Don't worry," he repeated. "It will be fine," he promised her evenly.
Zahra wished she only had one bit of his confidence
âAnd if itâs not?â she asked him quietly.
The tension was back in his shoulders, in the hands that were still resting on her hips.
His whole body grew taut in that second but his voice was even as he spoke. âThis isnât the first time we are having a heated disagreement. Theyâll get over it.â
âMaybe,â she agreed grudgingly.
But something inside of her didnât feel so sure, and her stomach was tied into knots at the thought of her sisters catching wind of what was going on between her and Azriel.
Still, if it calmed him...she filled a bag with clothing and toiletries, not that she owned much, and locked the door of her cottage after herself, just as Azriel offered her his hand...and then she dragged him to one of the flower stalls in the city, because she was not going to show up to meet his mother empty-handed.
âFlowers?â Azriel asked her, a smirk on his face as he looked at her with that amused look in his eyes.
She shot him a glare. âI am not going to pay a visit to your mother without carrying anything, and I donât own a single bottle of wine, so flowers will have to suffice.â
He just shook his head at her, a look of exasperated fondness on his face as he let her lead him towards a stall with a colorful display and an array of wildflowers.
Flowers acquired, Zahra was ready to go to Rosehall. Â
"It's going to feel different than winnowing," Azriel warned her. "Just hold onto me."
Zahra just squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fingers around his...and a second later, she could taste sea salt in the air and feel icy illyrian air on her skin.
Even when summer had already arrived in Velaris, the same couldnât be said here.Â
The icy cold air was a shock to her system as she was suddenly assaulted by the brutal cold, the sharp wind and the thick cloud cover.
Zahra stumbled on her feet as her knees nearly buckled from under her and she found herself clinging instinctively to Azrielâs arm, trying to find her footing as she took in her surroundings, blinking as the cold air was slapping against her face.
It was icy there.
Sheâd known that the coast was chilly, but she was not prepared for that kind of cold.
âYou didnât mention it was this cold,â Zahra said through chattering teeth.
"Let's get you inside," Azriel said quickly, pulling her from the forest where they had appeared, towards a grey stone cottage, nestled in the harsh terrain. If she stood on her tiptoes, she could just see the sea down over the cliffs...a couple more houses dotted around, as Azriel pulled her towards the one with smoke happily puffing out of the chimney.
Zahra had no chance to truly study it, before Azriel was pushing the door open wide and ushered her into the house.
The air inside was warm, a heavy sort of warmth that made it clear a fire had been lighting for a while in the stone fireplace that stood in one of the corners of the room.
Zahra was so relieved to get out of the biting chill of the air and she was about to take a look around, when a voice startled her.Â
"Azriel?" AÂ femaleâs voice called, and just a moment later she appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.Â
For one moment Zahra was struck by how young she looked. If Zahra hadn't known better, she would have thought this was Azriel's sister and not his mother.Â
The dark hair, braided and pinned to her head, the same hazel brown eyes... the planes of her face were different though. Azriel must resemble his father more than her. But she was beautiful...even with a vicious, gnarly scar that destroyed the left side of her face.
âHello, Ma,â Azriel said warmly.Â
"And you brought a guest," she said with a smile as her eyes settled on Zahra, studying her.
Zahra shifted, feeling suddenly very self-conscious and nervous, especially as the woman's eyes, so much like Azriel's, slowly appraised her from head to toe.
Azriel just stepped closer to her and placed his hand on the small of her back.
"Ma, I'd like you to meet Zahra Archeron, my Mate. Zahra, my mother Esmeray," he introduced them and a smile stretched over Esmeray's face, so bright and beautiful that her scar was forgotten. Surprised butâŠpleased.
ââEsmeray's eyes filled up with tears and she made a quick move forward, that nearly made Zahra flinch, but then she had already wrapped her arms around Zahra's shoulders, pulling her into a tight bear hug that nearly had Zahra stumbling from her feet again.
She got a whiff of a scent that had the same fresh and clean scent of Mist that Azriel must have inherited from her.Â
"Your Mate!" Esmeray exclaimed, as she pulled back and beamed at Zahra. "I'd given up hope of him ever finding his Mate,â she told Zahra conspiratorially. âBut here you are!âÂ
Azriel rubbed the back of his neck in that familiar nervous gesture, a slight flush in his face and a small smile on his lips.
Zahra, meanwhile, was still struck dumbfounded and all she could do was to give Esmeray a weak smile, when the female suddenly let go of her and turned to her son.
"I cannot believe it!" Esmeray said, her voice nearly a whisper, as she threw her arms around Azriel's neck.
He looked stiff for a moment, like he wasnât quite used to being hugged, but then a smile appeared on his face and he relaxed in her embrace as he hugged her back.
She pulled back a few seconds later, still smiling up at him, her eyes wide, before she turned back to Zahra.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Zahra said quickly, as the woman's attention turned back to her.
Esmeray's smile only grew bright. "The pleasure is all mine. But look at me, I am being a terrible host," she said, before she took a step back and gestured towards the chairs around the fireplace. "Come, please sit down."
"I brought flowers," Zahra said hesitantly.
Esmeray's attention fell on the flowers and another smile appeared on her face. "How thoughtful," she said, a soft edge in her voice. "Such a sweet girl. But you didn't need to do that."
"She insisted," Azriel said drily.
That just made Esmeray chuckle, a sound that filled the room, warm and low.
âShe has very good manners,â Esmeray told her son drily as she stepped to the small table to search for a vase.
Azriel just shot Zahra a little smile as he guided her to one of the chairs around the fire, and pulled out one of the chairs for her to sit down.
Zahra shot him a thankful look, even as her mind was still processing the fact that she had just met his mother. His lovely, kindhearted mother.
Zahra couldn't remember her own mother. At least not really. And Mrs. ArcheronâŠshe had hated the very air Zahra breathed. But Esmeray...
Azriel must have caught the look in her eyes, because he gave her an encouraging smile as he sat down beside her and took her hand in his.
His mother soon turned from the kitchen, the vase of wildflowers clutched in her hands as she set in on the table.
âTheyâll look lovely on the windowsill,â she said as she took a seat at the table, that smile still on her face as she regarded them.
Zahra bit her lower lip. She had no idea how to handle this kind of situation. So much warmth inside this little house, so much love...she could feel the energy rolling off of Esmeray in waves.
Azriel squeezed her hand, his expression soft, as his mother observed them intently.
"So," Esmeray said a few seconds later, her eyebrows raising slightly. "You found your Mate."
Azriel inclined his head.Â
Zahra shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her stomach tying into all kinds of knots, as his mother's eyes moved between her and her son.
"You want to tell me the rest of what is going on?" Esmeray asked, her voice softer now. "I can see it on your face."
"I need to get back," Azriel said quietly. "Can Zahra stay with you for the night?"
"What happened?" Esmeray asked. "And of course, she can stay with me. What kind of question is that?" She said with a snort. âSheâs your mate, sheâs always welcome here.â
"We have a few...family problems," Azriel said drily. "I imagine that Rhysand will be ill-pleased with the mating bond snapping and her sisters are...being...difficult."
That was the understatement of the century.
Zahra sat there, shifting awkwardly in her seat as he spoke, but his motherâs attention remained on Azriel.
âRhysand will get over himself, you know that,â Esmeray said with a shrug, as though waving away a minor inconvenience. "He always does, and heâs smart in many ways."
Azriel smiled at that, but the shadows in his eyes told a different story.
âAnd the sisters?â Esmeray asked.
There was a pause, then Azriel shifted uncomfortably. "Theyâre...adjusting," he said, his voice carefully level, his fingers tightening around Zahraâs.
"I am only their half sister," Zahra said carefully. "I am their father's bastard daughter."
Esmeray mustered her with dark eyes. "You do not need to say more," she said drily. âI can imagine the rest.â
It was strange how a feeling of acceptance washed over her at Esmerayâs words and Zahra stared at the female, speechless for a second before she got her bearings.
âYou are not bothered by that?â she asked, the words slipping out before she could think about them, her voice shaking.Â
Esmeray let out a little scoff. âOf course not. Why would I be?â
The female picked up a cup of the table and took a sip of from it, those dark eyes studying Zahra with a sort of intensity to them. "I gave birth to a bastard myself," Esmeray said, her voice even. "I can probably imagine better than most what exactly your mother went through...what you went through. I would hope that you were treated better than my son, but if your sisters are being difficult about a mating bond for you...I imagine that hope is without reason."
Zahra swallowed, hard. Her throat felt dry all of a sudden, as an aching sort of feeling settled over her at Esmeray's words. The same sort of aching that appeared whenever she thought of her own mother.
She didn't want to think about the past, about any of that, especially not here, in this house filled with warmth and welcome and an overwhelming sense of acceptance.
Esmeray must have sensed her turmoil, because a soft smile appeared on her face. âYou are safe here, Zahra,â she said quietly. âI would never judge you for the failings of your parents. Or for what you yourself may have done in a bid to simply survive.â
Zahra just swallowed. There was a lump in her throat and all she could do was to nod, not trusting her voice. Somehow she felt...strangely stripped down. Like Esmeray could see straight through every mask she put up. She wondered how much she had simple picked up on by meeting her for a few minutes.
It was too much, and she had to look away, because she didn't feel like she could handle the kindness in Esmeray's words.
"But enough of that," Esmeray said after a moment's pause. "Do you like cooking? I was going to make some beef jerky."
"I do like cooking," Zahra agreed with a smile.
âThen come into the kitchen when you have seen Azriel off,â Esmeray said simply.Â
She got up gracefully and made her way to the kitchen and Zahra was left staring at her in awe for a few seconds before she felt Azriel's hand squeeze hers again.
He met her gaze and her heart gave a lurch at the shadows in those eyes and the look on his face. "Are you going to be okay here?" he asked softly.
"Please be careful," she blurted out.
Azriel just smiled at her, the look in his eyes turning soft at her words as he pulled her a little closer. "I will be," he said softly. "And I will be back as soon as I can. I promise."
He leaned towards her and pressed his lips against her forehead, lingering for a few seconds, his hand curling over the side of her face. He inhaled, taking in the scent of her hair, and Zahra leaned into the touch.
She wanted...no...she...she needed...she caught his face in her hand, gently stroking his cheek, and then tipped up her chin.
If...If gods forbid...if...She wanted to feel this. At least once. She wanted....
Azriel froze underneath her touch for half a second, then he seemed to realize what she was going to do and a smile appeared on his face.
He chuckled, the sound a soft thing that made her heart flutter, before he leaned down and captured her lips with his.
Zahra let her eyes flutter shut at the feel of his lips against hers, the kiss gentle and soft as he ran his thumb along the curve of her jaw, still holding her steady. For just a moment, all that existed was Azriel.
He gently cupped her face in his hands like she was something fragile and breakable, and then he pulled back, gently pressing his forehead against hers and taking a deep breath.
Gods, Zahra wanted nothing more than just...stay. Right there at his side.
"Nothing will happen," he promised her. "I swear."
"I know," she breathed, opening her eyes to look at him.
He swallowed at the look in her eyes, then he smiled softly. "I will see you soon," Azriel said, the words a promise and a vow all at once.
***ââ
Feyre couldnât get her mind of it.
She couldnât.
The idea was running through her head on constant repeat.
Over and over, the thoughts just kept circling her mind.
As she lay in bed with Rhys, as she went about her day, as the sun rose and then set, over and over, she just couldnât seem to get her mind offâŠoff one simple question.
Had Zarah actually had an affair with a married manâŠor had it been something far worse than that?
She couldnât get that question out of her head. And so she twisted and turned that night as well, until she finally turned to face Rhys.
He still slept, blissfully unaware of her tossing and turning, of the heavy feeling in her chest. Slowly, she ran her fingers over his features, watching the way he slept. Peaceful and relaxed, a sight that usually made something clench in her chest.
He was everything she had ever wanted. She wished Zahra would have the same one day.
But right nowâŠ.the sight only made the thoughts in her head whirl faster.
This was her mate, the male she was completely and utterly in love with. And she knew, without a doubt, that he would neverâŠhe would never force himself on a female. Would never touch a female for any other reason than mutual consent and desire.
But there were other males out thereâŠmales whoâŠwho didnât share the same feelings as Rhys. Males who would see a female trapped in a situation th ast had beenâŠdire like Zahraâs, and see it as nothing more thanâŠ.than an opportunity.
She thought back to these years trapped in the cottage. Thought back to Zahra cooking and cleaningâŠ
Thought about the long hours spent in the kitchen, mending and cookingâŠ
Thought about the bony and skinny girl with the messy dark braidâŠthese green eyes, the way she stayed quiet and in the corner, never raising her voice, never drawing attention to herself.
Feyre had never seen her disappear but then Feyre had often been off in the forest.
She wouldnât have really noticed the times Zahra snuck off. Sheâd been so tired after her hunts, too focused on staying alive and keeping her family alive to pay attention to the things going on around her. Had her sisterâŠhad sheâŠhad she been meeting someone?
Had she snuck out to meet withâŠwith a male?
Had her sisterâŠhad Zahra had an affair with that apothecary?
She tired to remember himâŠtried to remember the long suffering wife of hisâŠher ash blond hair pulled back from her face, their gaggle of three kidsâŠall of them wide eyed and quiet.
He was one of the richer man in the villageâŠwith beady eyes and hair struck through with greyâŠ
She remembered the way heâd leer at females who came into his shop for supplies, the way he would look at them as if they were a piece of meat to be bought.
She could remember the way he'd sneer at poor female who'd come in, bartering and scrounging for every copper coin they had, and the way he'd look so smug when he charged them for every little thingâŠ
Zahra had had an affair with him?
There was nothing attractive about him.
Feyre had always hated the way heâd leered at her. The way he'd looked at her as if she was a piece of meat.
There was nothing about him that was appealing in any way.
He was old, cold, calculating and cruel. And to think that a young, pretty female like ZahraâŠwho, despite the way she tried to dress to blend in, was still gorgeous, would have anything to do with himâŠ
Rhys stirred, his face scrunching up in a frown and his eyes slowly blinked open.
Violet eyes met hers, and Feyre forced herself to push her worries aside.
âWhatâs wrong?â Rhysâs voice was heavy with sleep, his words slow and mumbled.
Feyre let out a shaky breath, running her fingers through his black hair, trying to calm her thoughts.
âNothing,â she said, shaking her head. âGo back to sleep.â
Rhys grumbled, shifting his head to bury his face into her neck, making a sound of disagreement from deep in his throat.
His arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her tightly against his side.
âSomethingâs on your mind, Feyre Darling,â he mumbled against her neck, planting a kiss on the skin there. âI can tell.â
âDid you everâŠdid you ever get anything from Zahraâs mind aboutâŠâ Feyre trailed off.
A beat of silence fell, and Rhysâs breath against her neck paused, his body stilling against hers.
A long moment passed, before Rhys inhaled, pulling his head back to look at her. âNo,â he finally said. âBut thenâŠI never even tried to get into her head. Sheâs as bad as Nesta. Even trying to look at her shields is like staring at a brick wall.â
âBut youâve never looked?â Feyre pushed on, looking into his eyes. Searching for something, anything, any hint of deception.
Rhysâs face softened, a small smile on his face. âThe only thing I ever got from Zahra, as a human, was protectiveness about you, Darling,â he said drily.
A small exhale left Feyre at his words, and she fell back against the pillows.
Rhys shifted, rolling over to lie half on top of her, propping his head on his folded arms that he rested on her stomach. A soft smile on his face. âIs that whatâs keeping you up?â he wondered aloud. âWorries about Zahra?â
âIâŠI need to know ifâŠwhy she did it,â Feyre said weakly. âI canâtâŠZahra would have never taken the risk of having a bastard born child herself, Rhys. Not when she knew exactly howâŠhow that life was. Living in two worlds and belonging to neither,â Feyre said with a grimace.
Rhysâs eyes softened at that, and his fingers ghosted over her stomach, tracing small, gentle patterns. âYouâre worried that it wasnât a choice,â he filled in.
âI donât know,â Feyre whispered. âI canât see herâŠI canât see her do it willingly but I am wrecking my head and I canâtâŠif he hurt herâŠshe hid it so well.â
Rhysâs face darkened at her words. It wasnât hard to see the same thoughts circling in his mind, the same anger and disgust.
âYou think the apothecary might have forced himself on her?â he asked quietly, a hard look on his face.
Feyre felt a pit in her stomach at the question. Felt nausea creeping up, bile rising in the back of her throat. The idea of something soâŠso vile happening to a young, innocent girlâŠit filled her with horror and sickened her.
âIâŠI donât know,â she whispered. âBut I canât⊠I just canât see her⊠taking that risk willingly. Sheâs too smart for that.â
"Maybe you should try to talk to her," Rhys said carefully. "But Feyre...if she...if she didn't do it willingly...if she had a reason for it, be it she was forced or she did it in exchange for something...she may not want to talk about it," he warned her.
She could see it on his face...could see the memories that she hadâŠ
âIâŠI know,â Feyre said softly. âIfâŠif itâs true, she might not want to talk about it. ButâŠI donât know. I canât stop thinking about it. I need to know. And if itâs true...I canât just sit back and do nothing."
Rhys was quiet for a moment, his fingers still tracing small patterns on her stomach.
His face was taut, âAnd if she truly has had an affair with himâŠwillingly?â he asked quietly.
Feyre let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes. The thought of that being trueâŠit just didnât seem possible.
She just couldnât see Zahra doing something like that. Not when she was so well aware of what would happen if she made such a mistake.
It just didnât seem right.
Could she have really seen something in the apothecary, enough to want an affair with him, at the risk of being saddled with a bastard child?
"She must have had some reason," Feyre said quietly. "Even when it was just...wanting comfort of some kind."
Rhys was quiet, his dark eyes searching her face.
Slowly, a soft sigh escaped him, and he pulled himself up, pulling Feyre into his arms as he sat back against the headboard of the bed.
Feyre buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of his familiar, comforting scent.
His fingers combed through her hair, the touch soothing her frazzled nerves.
"I just want you to think about...if you do pull on that thread, you don't know what you are going to unravel," Rhys said carefully. "You need to be prepared that you maybe won't get the answer you think you will."
A shuddery breath left Feyre, and she closed her eyes.
She didnât even know what she wanted to hear. Both options were horrible in their own way.Â
"I know," she said softly. "But I...but I have to try."
And so the next morning...she sat out to find her sister's apartment. She had never gone there before. There had been no reason for it. Even when Zahra had moved out of the townhouse and into her apartment, she had still showed up for Solstice and for Starfall, had still come to dinner. Zahra seemed to have made the best out of her life in Velaris. Had found herself a job and an apartment...just as Feyre walked the streets she realised that...she knew nothing about her sister's life but these two facts.
The realisation hit her hard, and a wave of guilt crashed over her, making her nauseous as she walked down the street.
It had never occurred to her before...but now she realised that she knew almost nothing about her sisterâs life now. Nothing about the people in her life, or her dreams, or any hobbies...nothing except the fact that she had an apartment and a job, and that she still came to dinners.
Feyre didn't know about her sister's friends, didn't know about any hobbies she may had taken up...because whenever Zahra had come over, seemingly all they had talked about was whatever went on in Feyre's life. Feyre's worries, Feyre's problems. Zahra's problems hadn't ever been a topic of conversation. And Feyre also weakly admitted herself that the fact that Nesta and Elain wanted to spent time with her now...it was such a rare treat that...that maybe she had forgotten the older sister that had always been there for her for that.
She had been so elated that her sisters were spending time with her, and she had soaked up the attention like a dry sponge.
But now, with the sickening realisation that she hadnât asked about Zahraâs life hit, a wave of guilt hit her.
Had her sister felt neglected by her? Had Zahra ever felt like a forgotten afterthought?
Feyre felt nauseous, and her steps slowed as she approached the building where Zahra lived.
The realisation that...that while she had been so happy to hang out with her elder sisters, she hadnât even asked Zahra about her life...she didnât even know what kind of apartment she lived in, what her home was likeâŠ
And apparently it wasn't an apartment at all.
Feyre blinked twice at the cottage in front of her.
A cottage?
The word echoed in her head, over and over, while she stared at the small building before her.
Zahra lived in a cottage.
A cottage that had clearly seen better days.
The exterior of the house was badly in need of a new coat of paint.
A pang of worry hit Feyre as she looked at the home, an anxiety filling her stomach.
How could Zahra possibly be living in such a place�!
Though it was obvious that Zahra had put time and money into making it her home. It was clean, the windows were sparkling...the door had been painted bright blue.
She had done some work.
And the small garden in the front had clearly been tended and cared for meticulously.
But it was clear that her sister had a limited budget.
The paint job only really covered the worst of the blemishes rather than giving the home an actual makeover, and the windows sparkled, but they still looked old and worn.
It was a tiny cottage, barely more than a two-room house, but it was in the outskirts of Velaris and the next neighbours clearly were far away.
"Seems like I wasn't the only one who had this idea," drawled a voice behind her.
Feyre almost jumped, nearly letting out a shriek as a voice suddenly spoke up from behind her. A voice that she recognized far too well.
She didn't even need to turn around to know who had spoken.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, turning around to face Cassian.
Cassian didn't look the slightest bit guilty.
Instead, a broad smirk was on his face, his wings folded neatly behind him and his arms crossed in front of his armoured chest.
"The same thing you are, clearly," he drawled as he looked at the cottage in front of them.
"You want to speak to Zahra as well," Feyre said more as a statement rather than a question.
Cassian didn't deny it, simply shrugged.
"Why?" she demanded.
Cassian sighed, unfolding his arms and letting his hands fall loosely to his sides. "I need some answers," he said shortly. "Answers, because I am pretty sure that Nesta is wrong about her having just an affair. And if she is wrong..." Cassian grimaced. "The fallout is not going to be pretty."
"And if sheâs right? If Zahra did a stupid, young mistake? Then what?" Feyre asked.
Cassian shrugged, a nonchalant look on his face.
"It's not like I haven't done the same," he said drily. "Or worse at that matter. She'll not get judgment from me."
Feyre felt a flicker of surprise at his words.
Cassian wasâŠfar more blunt and straightforward than RhysâŠbut, she thought as she studied his face, he actually didnât look entirely comfortable.
His features were schooled into a look of nonchalance, but there was a tension in his face and body that hinted that the situation had him on edge, as well.
Still, Feyre walked up the step of the porch that had seen better days and knocked at the door. "Zahra?" she called loudly.
"She isn't here," Cassian said helpfully. "I can't hear a heartbeat. It's empty.â
Feyreâs heart sank at the words, and a curse fell from her lips.
Sheâd come all the way hereâŠand Zahra wasnât even home.
âThen where is she?â Feyre bit out.
"Probably at work, I'd guess," Cassian said, a small shrug on his shoulders.
He eyed the house, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
"Iâm going to look inside," he said then, making a step towards the door.
"You canât-" Feyre hissed at him, but Cassian cut her off.
"If you have a better idea, Iâm open to suggestions," he said, looking back at her. "But if weâre here already, I want to see if there is anything inside that will give us a clue. Something, anything."
Feyre held his gaze for a long moment.
She knew he had a point, and she knew she wouldnât win this argument.
"Fine," she gritted out. "But you leave everything as it is. No messing with anything."
Cassian shot her a smirk, before he grabbed the door handle and with a sharp twist, he had opened the door.
Without pause, he stalked into the house, leaving Feyre to follow him.
"You'll better fix this before we leave," Feyre snapped at him, following behind, into her sister's living room.
It was clean...tidy. A couch that had seen better days...and an absolute monstrous plaid chair that looked like it was made for wings. Feyre wasn't the only one who stared at that.
Cassian did too.
A long moment passed.
Cassian, the Lord of Bloodshed, a hulking, tall, intimidating figure, stood in the small living room and stared at the chair as if he was struck mute.
Just staring.
A long moment passed, before he let a shudder run down his spine. "That thing is an abomination," he said gruffly.
ââFeyre watched as Cassianâs nostrils flared, and his eyes widened, like a cat scenting something in the air.
A frown appeared on his face, and he took a quick, short sniff again.
"What is it?" Feyre demanded.
"Az was here," Cassian said, surprise colouring his voice. "More than once."
Feyreâs eyes widened at that, and she sniffed the air.
Cassian was right.
A familiar scent was lingering in the air. So subtle that she wouldnât have sensed it if it wasnât pointed out to her, but it was there.
Azrielâs mist and cedar scent, lingering in the room.
"Why was Az here?" Feyre wondered.
Cassian just shook his head as he continued to sniff.
"Not just here," he said, making a step into the kitchen. "In there, as well. And in the bedroom. "
Feyre wasnât even surprised to find that he was right.
Azrielâs scent was all over the small house, lingering in the air in every single room.
Even in the bathroom.
"What in the Cauldron...?" Feyre breathed as she followed Cassian into the bedroom.
The scent was even stronger in the small room, clearly having clung to the bedding and lingered on the furniture.
"Azriel has clearly been frequenting this place," Cassian said slowly, an intense look on his face as he glanced around the bedroom. "And more than once. It's all over the house."
"He wouldn't...right?" Feyre asked. Had her sister and Azriel been...together?
"I...I don't know," Cassian said slowly.
A pensive look was on his face, his gaze sharp as he looked at the matress.
"We all know how...discreet Azriel is about these things," he said, a grimace on his face. "But Azriel...and Zahra...?"
Cassian shook his head, his nostrils flaring again, clearly trying to scent the room.
"They...I mean, it doesn't smell like sex. But that doesn't mean anything," he said with a shrug. "Maybe they haven't had sex in a few days. Maybe they just have friendly sleep overs and nothing else," he suggested and Feyre snorted.
"Sure, Azriel just uses my sister as his own personal teddy bear and nothing else," she said darkly. "I am going to have words with both of them when they come over for dinner. What in the cauldron is going on?!"
#acotar fanfiction#azriel x oc#azriel x reader#azriel fanfiction#azriel fanfic#Azriel x Archeron!Reader#Stars all aligned
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hey pookieeeee, I was wondering if we could possibly get a fic or drabble thatâs based around helping Paige unwind after a game? Like reader is helping her take her hair down is showing hella praise. Also a sucker for Paige with her hair down so reader at one point is like âbaby, you just look so pretty with your hair downâ. Fluff, smut, whatever you write i already know itâll be heat
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paige bueckers x fem!reader
you loved watching paige play, it never bored you. when she was at her best, and even her worst, you always sat on the edge of your seat (or stood) cheering her on.
tonight was no different, watching as uconn secured a win against maryland. paige gave it her all, obviously having an overflowing love and passion for the game.
that was two hours ago. now she sat in the passenger seat of your car, still bouncing with the energy of her win as you pulled away from the fast-food drive thru. she begged you to take her to mcdonalds for a mcdouble and a milkshake. obviously you gave into her, only wanting to see her happy. you also thought she deserved it after putting so much effort into the game earlier.
her energy finally wore out the moment you stepped into your shared apartment. the warm vanilla air seeped into her skin, permeating her senses and relaxing her because she knows sheâs home. in the comfort of your shared and personal space, she slips her slides off and wraps herself around you.
âlets go to bed,â she murmurs into your hair, her voice muffled and raspy from yelling earlier.
âyouâre definitely not laying in our bed smelling like a menâs locker room. you need to take a shower babe.â
âwe need to take a shower. together. and how you do know what that smells like?â
sheâs spun you around, arching one eyebrow at you. you dodge the question, pulling her back into your skin and walking towards your bedroomâs bathroom. she welcomes the tug, honestly feeling too tired to move herself that far on her own. paige knows behind these walls she doesnât have to put up a persona, behind these walls sheâs just your girlfriend. she doesnât have to be the paige bueckers, basketball star. she can just be here, with you.
you start to undress after finding your and her pjâs and she does the same. after a few moments filled with gentle love and ginger touches, you manage to pull her into the shower.
âoh my god- thatâs so hot!â
âitâs not even that hot paige.â
âyouâre literally a spawn of satan. how could you?â
âhow could i what?â
âtry to kill me while we shower together!â
behind these walls she can be childish with you. she can make her silly jokes and know that no matter what youâll laugh at them.
you turn the water down slightly just for her. you notice some of the skin on her back is red from the water and you kiss it gently as your own way of apologizing. she leans into your affection, pressing your bodies together.
âyour skin is so soft paige,â
you help her lather on her body wash and do the same for yourself. after youâre both clean and free of sweat, you both step out of the shower and dry off. paige puts on her pajama pants and a t-shirt, sitting on the toilet as you reach for her braids.
youâre trying to unbraid her hair but sheâs pushing her face into your chest and nuzzling against you. your girlfriend lays pepper-light kisses against your bare stomach as you gently run your fingers through her tangles.
âi love your hair p. itâs looks so pretty when itâs down.â
she stands up to kiss you, gentle and tender. your lips move in unison with hers, soft and delicate. you both feel like youâll sink into one body any second now, knowing every little thing about the other. paige has felt your bare skin so many times it feels like part of her now.
âhave you seen yourself?â she speaks to you between kisses, gently wrapping her arms around your torso to pull you impossibly closer.
âiâve seen you and thatâs all i need.â
after a few silent but sweet minutes pass, you grab both of her hands and pull her into the bed. she happily accepts the new setting, body immediately engulfed in the pillows and blankets.
âdo you still have that cookie you didnât eat this morning?â
âyeah, why? do you want it.â
paige nods, watching you sit up to reach for the unwrapped cookie on your bedside table. she sits up too to pull you into her lap after youâve got what you were looking for. turning to face her, you open the cookie and hold it in front of her so she can take a bite.
this was a routine both of you had after game nights. each time youâd shower (often together) and then sheâd get hungry and youâd feed her. paige loved to take care of you, but she also loved moments like these when you were the caregiver. it made her feel loved. you made her feel that way.
âthank you baby,â sheâs speaking with her mouth full so itâs a bit difficult to understand her.
âi donât know what you said but im gonna guess itâs something about how amazing i am.â
she nods her head lazily, feeling the sleep seep slowly into her bones. she could hardly keep her eyes open all the way, struggling to stay conscious as you fed her the last bite of the cookie.
once everything is put away you lay down, pulling her with you. she rests her head on your chest, wrapping both arms around you securely. both of your limbs intertwine and you gently run your fingers through her hair.
âyou did so good today, iâm really proud of you paigey.â
âi love you,â
âi love you too baby.â sheâs asleep instantly after the exchange, leaving you awake to admire her in silence. itâs moments like these you cherish the most, knowing that you love paige in both the dark and the light.
youâd be happy to spend a lifetime taking care of her.
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The sins of one were the sins of all
(Honestly I wrote this because my girl just needs a fucking hug and IM TIREDđđđŸ)
Themes: jinx x fem reader, hurt and comfort, we braiding her hair twin.
Didnât proof read this or nothing I just cooked.
Navigating the dim, twisting pathways of the underground wasnât how you planned to spend your day, but finding Jinx was all that mattered now. As you searched, a place suddenly came to mind. a spot sheâd likely retreat to, a familiar hideaway.
Without hesitation, you picked up the pace, heading straight for the Last Drop and slipping in through the back door.
Your footsteps reverberated off the walls as you climbed the narrow staircase toward Silcoâs office. In the past, just approaching this door would have made your skin crawl, the weight of his presence heavy and unsettling. But now⊠that feeling was gone, vanished with him the night he was killed.
All that remained was an empty silence behind the door, where his shadow used to linger.
Your fingertips lightly grazed the door before you pushed it open, the creak echoing in the empty room, confirming what you already suspectedâŠSilcoâs office was vacant.
Youâd hoped to find Jinx here, but a part of you knew it was a long shot. Still, as you stepped inside, your eyes fell on the desk, where a map lay scattered with Jinxâs chaotic scribbles, a sign sheâd been here recently.
Almost on instinct, you reached for the map, lifting it carefully with both hands, including the hexcore-tainted one. You usually kept it hidden beneath your cloak, the sight of it stirring a mix of frustration and shame. Someday, you knew, youâd have to accept it. but for now, it stayed mostly in shadow, a reminder of what youâd become.
âThis is the first time Iâve seen your hand in years.â The voice jolted you, and before you knew it, youâd hurled a dagger in her direction, missing the blue-haired woman by barely an inch.
Catching your breath, you glared. âIâve been searching everywhere for you, and now you decide to show up?â Annoyance laced your words. She slid smoothly off the beam, landing on the desk. Thatâs when you noticed her long hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders and onto the deskâno braids, just a cascade of untamed blue.
She caught you staring and raised an eyebrow. âI was trying to braid it back, but⊠Silco always did that for me.â Her raspy voice betrayed no hint of vulnerability; it was like a wall she always kept up around you.
You hesitated, almost tempted to ask why she kept her walls up in the first place, but you knew better than to press her boundaries.
Jinx stared at the ground, her eyes shadowed and distant, tracking your movements as you stepped behind the desk and eased into the old, creaking chair. When your fingers brushed her hair, she flinched, jerking back just slightly. You couldnât help but wonder if, beneath that tough exterior, she was still afraid.
Youâd known each other since she went by âPowder,â before the undercity had forced both of you to grow hard and cold.
Youâd come to Zaun after being cast out of Piltover, your familyâs sins leaving you no choice. You werenât like them, but in Piltover, the sins of one were the sins of all. Survival in the undercity was brutal, especially for a kid, and you still remembered how close youâd come to losing your life again and again.
But then, like a spark in the dark, she had come barreling into your life. small but fierce, her blue hair a shock of color in the dim streets. Powder, a kid with more guts than anyone youâd ever known. And on that night, sheâd been your savior. A little bomb in her hand, tossed without hesitation, scattering the men who meant to hurt you.
That tiny blast had done more than drive them off. it had bound you and Powder together, two lost souls in the chaos of Zaun.
Back then, she was just another lost kid who had found purpose under Silcoâs wing. The pain in her eyes had been unmistakable, a pain you recognized all too well. It was the same haunted look your mother had worn the day she brought ruin upon your family.
If you were being honest with yourself, youâd only decided to toughen up that day because you couldnât stand the idea of being outdone by someone younger, someone with less to lose. She was three years your junior, but her boldness had sparked something in you, forcing you to swallow your fear and find strength you didnât know you had. Unlike her, though, youâd never bent the knee to some ruthless leader. You carved your own path, becoming a gun for hire, bound to nothing and no one.
Over the years, youâd killed without hesitation, Piltover elites and undercity rogues alike. Survival demanded sacrifice, and you were willing to make it.
Every now and then, your paths would cross, and youâd catch glimpses of the girl who once called herself âPowder,â now transformed into Silcoâs weapon. Meanwhile, you had grown too, honing your skills and eventually joining the Firelights, giving your life a new sense of direction.
Now, with the undercity on the brink, chaos breaking loose at every turn, you looked up from your thoughts to find jinxâs back facing you, her head slightly turned seeing her violet eyes sharp and curious. âWhat are you doing?â she asked, her voice carrying an edge of suspicion.
âBraiding your hair, if youâd just sit still,â you replied, fingers deftly weaving through her loose blue strands. Her hair, soft but tangled, For a moment, she held still. watching you work with an expression you couldnât quite read, letting you bring order to just one small piece of her wildness. You were lucky you still had some skill in this, after all the times youâd braided the younger kidsâ hair back in the Firelightsâ hideout. Your hands knew how to be gentle, even if the rest of you had learned to be anything but.
As you worked, Jinxâs voice broke the silence. âEvery day, he had me making something for him. Or doing that stupid eye thing of his, even though he couldâve done it himself,â she muttered, bitterness edging her words as she thought about all the things sheâd done for Silco.
You could see the weight of his lies on her, the way theyâd sunk deep. Sheâd believed him completelyâwhy wouldnât she?
âMy mother expected perfection from me,â you said softly, finding a rare thread of common ground. âOne slip, one failure, and I was nothing but a disappointment to her.â For a moment, it felt like you and Jinx were standing on the same edge, each of you marked by different scars but both shaped by people whoâd held you to impossible standards.
Both of you had been praised for your minds, raised to rise above, only to lose it all. And when you needed someone most, they had all turned away.
âYou were just some Piltover rat. You donât know a damn thing about what it takes to survive down here.â
You met her gaze, the old anger simmering beneath your words. âI know more than you think,â you replied, voice steady and unyielding. âI lost everything before I even got the chance to hold it,â you added, memories of that day, of watching your family fall apart, still as raw as ever.
Jinx scoffed, crossing her arms. âWhy are you telling me this? You think I care?â
âNo,â you said, fingers deftly weaving the last of her braids. âBut I thought youâd understand.â You secured her signature pigtails, then took a step back, crossing your arms as you faced her. âYou followed him because you had nowhere else to turn, no one else to show you the way. But heâs gone now, Jinx. And yet, youâre still clinging to his ghost, acting like heâs still here.â
She bristled, eyes flashing. âIâm not mourning him! Thatâs the last thing Iâd ever do for him.â
âThen prove it,â you challenged, voice calm but firm. âFind something real to fight for. Not for a man who only wanted control and used your loyalty to his advantage.â
Jinx took a step forward, her violet eyes sharp and angry as she glared up at you, defiance sparking between you like a fuse ready to ignite. You held her gaze, searching for the truth hidden beneath her rage. In those eyes, you saw things she would never say aloud.
confusion, anger, the scars of betrayal.
It reminded you of that night at the Last Drop, the night youâd tried to pull her away from Silcoâs grip and convince her to join the Firelights. Sheâd laughed it off, but youâd seen the hesitation, the crack in her armor. That night, things nearly went south between you. one wrong word, and a bullet couldâve ended it all. Now, standing here again, that same tension lingered in the air, fragile and sharp, like the calm before a storm.
âWhy do you keep acting like you know me?â Jinxâs voice was sharp, bitter, violet blue eyes wild with frustration as she shoved you. âLike you have any clue what Iâve been through!â She pushed you again, harder this time, her finger jabbing into your chest. âYou donât know anything!â
Her anger flared, and she kept pushing, shoving you back again and again until you finally reached out and caught her wrist.
She tried to pull away, struggling against your hold, but you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her, holding her tightly. Her fists came down hard on your back, each punch sharp with anger and pain. It hurt, but you didnât let go, not even as her punches weakened, not even as her shoulders slumped against you.
The room grew quiet, save for the small, choked sobs that broke free as she stopped fighting and finally gave in. Her fingers gripped the back of your cloak, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Her cries were raw, almost hollow, filled with a pain you knew she rarely allowed herself to show.
You just held her, steady and silent, giving her the space to release what sheâd been holding back. You didnât hate her, not for her choices, not for her mistakes. Somehow, despite everything, all youâd ever wanted was to help her find her way back from the darkness.
As her breathing slowed, she didnât say a word, but her quiet acceptance in your arms told you everything. In that fragile silence, you knew that, at least for this moment.
you were exactly where you needed to be.
#jinx#jinx lol#jinx x reader#jinx x fem!reader#jinx arcane#jinx league of legends#jinx needs a hug#comfort#oc mention#we love her#jinx posting
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Sharing a room with a not so stranger
Azriel x reader
Warnings?: reader is shorter than Azriel, not beta we die like suriel, kinda rushed? idk it's 23:54 so meh enjoy
Note: the library is based of off the acropolis and what I image Olympus would look like, so is all the rest of the Day Court. pictures from pinterest
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"So sorry to bother you," a voice said from behind you. "Can I ask you for a favour?" Turning around you came face to face with Elain. She was dressed beautifully, a light pink coloured dress with a corset with flowers embroidered onto it, sleeves of the shoulders with on the shoulders and wrist embroidered the same flowers as the corset. Her hair was loose with a few braids which all had flowers in it. Truly youâd be lying if you said she didnât look pretty.
âThat depends on what the favour is of course.â You answered her with a smile. In all honesty you hoped it would be something entertaining, these past couple of days have been fun here at the Day Court but you were slowly growing bored. This whole event was to celebrate summer solstice, the Night Court was specifically invited by High Lord Helion as a means to grow a stronger alliance. A full two weeks of celebrating and getting to know each other.
Elain looked behind her and when you followed her gaze you could see Lucien standing in the doorway smiling at her and giving her an encouraging nod.
âWould you, by any chance, âŠâ she trailed of looking at me with an air of hesitance. Giving her a little push you asked:
âWould IâŠ?â
Elain sighed a little but finished her sentence. âWould you mind if Azriel and I switched rooms?â She paused to let the words sink in. âI would really like to try giving this a chance and we already asked Azriel and heâs fine with it, but only if you are. And I know you two arenât all that familiar with each other but I would really appreciate this.â
At last she stopped talking to gage your reaction only to see a little smile on your face. âMy dear, I would not mind at all. You two deserve this moment to try and see where this all leads you.â She perked up at your words and you could see Lucien visibly relax in the corner of your eye. âIf Azriel is comfortable with this all then I do not mind.â
She thanked you and said that they would be sure to inform Azriel of you agreeing before they both took their leave.
Once they did take their leave you started thinking about what you just agreed to. In all honesty you and Azriel hadnât really spoken in quite a while. As members of the Inner Circle it was kind of inevitable but that still didnât change the conversations you had had with him.
He never seemed to speak much, especially not to you. Only during the rare times that he would ask for help with an injury would you two really talk. And even then it was mostly you talking to him about how to take care of the wound even though he has probably done so a million times.
Youâd always find him looking at you with deep eyes whenever youâd look up from your work. He never really seemed to take his eyes off of you while you were working. Whether he was guarded or something else you couldnât quite decide.
Outside of that there were a few conversations you had had with the spymaster. But lately that had started to change. You were in the habit of sneaking away during each social event to lend yourself a moment of fresh air before stepping back into the crowded rooms. However these last couple of, hell, years you always seemed to get the company of a certain shadowsinger wherever you had decided to sneak of to.
Not that you mind, in all honesty you couldnât deny the pull you felt towards him. Each conversation, each interaction left you yearning for more. You wanted to hear him speak to you, you wanted to know who he was outside of this persona he had been given.
Deciding that you should try to make things easier for the both of you lead to you walking back to the room you previously shared with Elain with the goal in mind of tidying up a bit. Once there you put away any clothing that was lying around, noting that all of Elain her stuff had already been moved.
The room wasnât big by any means, in fact you and Elain had specifically requested a smaller sized room. There was a wall with a huge window opposite of the door with the bed against the left wall and a couch on the opposite side next to the window.
Once you deemed the room clean enough you realized that the room might be cozy for you and Elain but Azriel would have trouble getting comfortable in the bed were there someone else in it. Deciding that there wouldnât be enough space on the bed for both you while allowing his wings to rest comfortably and without the fear of accidental touching, you made the decision to move a pillow and blanket to the couch. Moving that what was on the night stand to the little table next to the couch.
A knock on the door made you pause. Assuming that it was either Elain or Azriel you went to open the door, only to be surprised by a smiling Helion.
âHigh Lord.â You said with a small bow of the head. Youâve always liked the man, he was polite and kind. A bit of a flirt maybe but still aware of boundaries. And he ruled his court exceptionally well. Â All people were well taken care of and very rarely did they find themselves in conflict with other courts. Compared to the Night Court which carried the looming darkness of The Court of Nightmares and Hewn City that was very admirable.
âOh you, there is no need for such titles. Call me Helion, please.â He chuckled a bit at the formality of it all but still kept a smile on his face as he corrected you.
âWell then Helion, is there anything I can help you with?â
His smile widened a little at your question. His eyes sparkling a little. âI heard that you take care of a large portion of all the knowledge that is stored in the Night Courts library, I must say it is quite the collection. One to be proud of.â
Mirroring his smile you replied with a hint of proudness to your voice. âYes, indeed. I travel a lot and when I do I canât help but try to take at least one book with me to further the collection you speak so highly of.â
âWell, the Day Court does have quite the library as well and I thought that I could interest you in taking a look around.â He gestured with his hand down the left corridor.
Your gaze followed the direction from his hand before looking back inside the room. Everything seemed in order for when Azriel would arrive. âIs it just down the hallway?â You ask.
He shakes his head with the same smile on his face that has been there since you opened the door. âWhy donât I show you there, itâs a bit of a maze in here.â
You nodded and walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind you before making your way to the library. The empty hallways were filled with easy going small talk between the two of you before you eventually reached the library.
To say that it was beautiful would be an understatement. It was truly breathtaking. It looked like a place where gods would walk, the high ceilings and windows with no glass allowed as much natural light in as possible. The walls were a cream colour with beautiful paintings on the ceilings.
You should remember to tell Feyre so she could come get a look.
The bookcases were white with golden accents, they crowded the entire room except for the space right before the window. Leaving enough space for several couches and a table surrounded by chairs. Even the wood of the furniture was a light colour.
You donât know how long you simply admired the space but when you turned around Helion was looking at you with a proud smile and a look of admiration on his face.
He clears his throat and says: âItâs beautiful is it not?â You werenât really sure what to say. It was beautiful but outside of the beauty of it you were also surprised by its sheer size. Maybe it was the lighting but it looked so much more spacious than the library at the House Of Wind.
âIt is very beautiful, I honestly donât really know what to say. The lighting and colours are so much brighter than those of the ones we have. Even the books match the pale colours. And the amount of books here is admirable. This truly is a fine library.â
âWell, I am more than happy to have shown it to you. Please, feel free to look around and spent as much time here as you please. Iâm afraid I cannot stay with you for much longer, duty calls, but rest assured that you are more then welcome in this library. Or even my court.â
You smiled slightly at his words and told him you would keep it in mind. It wasnât for long before he excused himself and left you to your own company.
You roamed around looking for any books that peaked your interest and finally settled on a handful of them. You found another window with seating space, albeit this on smaller, and settled down on the plush couch facing slightly away from the window.
You donât know how much time you spend sitting there but when you finally looked up from the third book that you were reading you realized that the sun had set and the sky was now adorned with stars. Granted, there werenât as many or as bright of ones as in Valaris but it was a sight none the less.
Deciding to call it a night you got up and realised just how long you had been sitting in that same position you stretched and gathered the books you had laying around you. Walking up to the desk you left the books there for someone to find in the morning.
The hallways were quiet now, beside your own steps and breathing there as nothing to be heard.
Ones you had made your way back to your room you were very careful while opening the door as to not startle or wake up Azriel.
When the door was open far enough to slip inside you did so carefully, the room was bathed in moonlight and given the light you could see Azrielâs sleeping figure on the bed. He had moved himself fairly far to the window leaving enough space for a second person to lay down next to him if needed.
But you didnât need to and getting in the bed would mean having to move his left wing out of the way and you werenât about to touch the one place that Illyrians loathed to be touched.
Quietly making you way to the bathroom you quickly changed into night clothing and treaded very lightly to the couch. You laid down and when you finally settled you felt something twirling itself around your fingers. Looking down you realised it was a shadow. You smiled at it, mouthing good night before it parted from you to return to their master and with that you went off into slumber.
When you woke up again there was not yet any sunlight in the room. You looked over at the clock on the wall above the door and noted that it was almost time for sunrise. You looked over at Azriel realising he was still fast asleep and decided to take one of the books of your little makeshift nightstand before shuffling to the open balcony.
It must be a dream for winged people to be able to simply fly up to their rooms from the outside without having to first enter and walk both the hallways and stairs.
You sat down on a sofa that was located opposite to where the bed stood so you could keep an eye on Azriel in case he were to awake.
Before long the sunrise started, it was truly magnificent. The colours werenât simply red, pink and yellow. No, you were sure you could make out nearly the entire rainbow from the sky.
You once again felt a little coolness around your fingers which finally prompted you to look away from the scenery.
âHello you, we meet again.â You smiled softly at it while speaking in a whisper, mindful of the early time. âWhat are doing over here, hm? Shouldnât you be guarding your master?â
It moved around your fingers and palm before deciding to return to the figure on the bed. Looking over you realised you had been caught making small talk with a shadow.
From the bed a tired looking Azriel looked at you with eyes of wonder. âGood morning.â You greeted. âYou should go back to sleep, itâs still very early.â Which granted it was. Looking at the clock once more you saw that it read six.
He hummed as if in thought before turning his head into the pillows and stretching. His legs coming out from beneath the blanket and his wings stretching wide. They nearly hit the wall on his right from how wide they were.
He relaxed again before letting himself fall back into the mattress. For a bit you thought he had taken your advice but alas he started turning so he could sit up in bed.
His hair was frizzled and stood a little upright. He had dark circles under his eyes and a sleepy look covering his face. He blinked a few times before moving to sit with his legs over the side of the bed. The blanked had fallen and you couldnât help but look at his chest, the muscles well defined, quite a few scars, some bigger than the others and a tattoo covering the entirety of his upper chest. It looked just like the shadows that had started swirling around him again.
Curling through his hair and around his ear, likely whispering little things they noticed or deemed important enough.
Deciding the stop gaping at the male you moved your eyes back to the other side, the sunset nearly over by now. Even though only a matter of two to three minutes could have one by the sun had risen fast. Likely a Day Court thing. It shone brightly and you could feel itâs light gently ceres your skin.
Feeling a presence nearby you noticed that Azriel had started moving towards you, yawing in the process before settling down next to you in the sofa.
You sat in comfortable silence for a bit before he spoke. âThe sunrise is likely the only thing I enjoy about this court.â You smiled gently at his words before looking over at him.
He was looking at the sunrise with a small smile on his face before he turned his attention to you. His eyes seemed to soften a little bit more when they met yours.
âHow did you sleep? I heard you come in quite late and you were up early.â He noted with a small furrow of his brow. Although the gentle smile stayed on his face.
âI slept pretty decent actually. I had lost myself in a book in the library so I was back rather late, I am sorry if I woke you.â You replied back, spoken in soft voices.
He assured you that you had not awoken him, rather he himself were still awake.
âI noticed one of my shadows with you this morning, they don't usually do that. Have they done that before? Because Iâll tell them off if they make you uncomfortable, although I must say that it did not seem that way just now.â
You beamed slightly at his words. âI donât mind at all, in fact they are rather nice.â You smiled a little brighter as some of them immediately darted towards you, some playing with your fingers other roaming around, a few even went into your hair.
Azriel looked slightly startled as they did this. âI think last night while I went to lay down was the first time. Whichever one it seemed to have wanted to come say goodnight to me.â You thought for a bit, admiring them before realisation hit you. âWait, actually, I think they might have done that before. Back during Solstice a few of them curled around my arm when I passed you. I completely forgot about that.â
You looked over at him and he seemed to be deep in thought, his brow was really furrowed now and his smile was no longer. When he didnât seem to snap out of it you placed your hand on his wrist.
He blinked in surprise before looking at you hand on him which had him frowning once more.
You removed your hand before clearing you throat. âSorry, I would have taken your hand but you seem to always shy away when people do that. I shouldnât have assumed that your wrist would be any different.â
He looked up at you expression unchanging. He opened his mouth to say something right as a knock sounded from the door. You looked over at it before deciding to go over and see who it was. You looked back over at him to see him still staring. You gave him a little smile, after apologizing again you stood up and made your way to the door.
You opened it just after another knock sounded and were surprised to see your own High Lord.
He looked slightly surprised by you before giving a smile. âWell good morning, it seems our dear Azriel is in good hands then.â He chuckled softly, mindful of those still sleeping.
Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong or what he had meant you felt a hand on your waist. While the other grasped the door besides your head.
âCan we help you Rhys?â Azriel sounded kind of agitated, a clear difference from simple moments ago. You couldnât help but wonder if it was because Rhysand was here or because you touched his wrist.
âNot necessarily, I simply wanted to check in on you both. I had heard from Feyre that Elain and our dear Azzy here had switched rooms.â He said the last part while grinning at you.
Before either of you could say anything else Azriel decided that the High Lord and his brother had overstayed his welcome. âIf you arenât here for a decent reason could you let us be?â
He surprised you with that but the high fea before you seemed unbothered, maybe even pleased.
âOf course, of course. I wouldnât want to bother you two. Remember that meeting we have at nine.â He barely finished speaking when Azriel pulled you back into him begore closing the door.
You both stood there for a moment until you decided to turn around. Only then did you notice how close he really was and how very bare his chest still was.
After a second of standing in a daze staring at his chest and tattoo you seemed to come back to reality when you moved backwards a step, which in turn caused your back to hit the door. You looked up and Azriel followed your step until his arm was pressed into the door above your head.
He leaned in slightly while you tilted your head upwards to try and look at him properly. If you didnât know better youâd say he was blushing.
âI donât mind you touching my wrist. Or my hand.â He paused while looking at you. He leaned in even more, noses nearly touching. âI never mind when itâs you.â
You both held eye contact between each other until his gaze flicked over your face as if searching for something. Eventually he pulled away and you smiled at him, hoping he couldnât hear the loud drumming of your heart.
Later you found yourself once again in the library. Azriel left at eight, presumably for the meeting Rhysand was talking about. And given that you were once again alone in your room and that you could read the books you had with you you could read another time you decided to return to the library.
A good portion of the day had passed, before you knew it the empty plate upon which the dinner that one of the helpers had given you had been cleared and replaced with coffee.
You finished yet another book and decided to try and find a book you had been looking for for a while. While strolling through the aisles you couldnât help but have the feeling that you were being watched.
You wondered if it was something alike the House or Byraxsis. Although you doubted that something as âterrifyingâ could be found in the Day Court.
Not to lie you had always enjoyed the presence of Byraxsis, you would read to it after a long day. And sometimes, just sometimes they would ask a question or ask for a book you could read.
You missed them sometimes, although the same cannot be said about Cassian.
When you reached for a book you noticed that you were once again joined by a little shadow. You smiled at it before returning to looking for your book.
When you were about to enter another aisle the little shadow decided to pull you a different way. You ended up three aisles down from where you were going. The little shadow kept going before stopping before a specific bookcase. You looked around it for a bit, curious at what the littlz thing would want to show you and thatâs when you saw just the book you were looking for.
When you went to thank the little one, you realized that it was nowhere to be found.
Shrugging it off you decided to focus on the matter at hand. To get the book that was placed about a meter and a half above you. You tried to reach it by standing on your tiptoes before someone reached out above you to take it of the shelve.
You immediately recognized the scars on the hands, the siphons and the little shadows that had once again decided to dance along your skin.
Lowering your hand you turned around to see Azriel leaning over you in the same way he had been that morning. Except this time he was smiling softly, it tugged on a heart string to see him smile like that. Gods what you wouldnât do to see him smile like that more.
âA bit short arenât you.â It wasnât a question as much as it was a tease. You huffed but smiled and thanked him for the book. But just as you went to reach for it he held it out of your reach. The smile on his face widened at your playful glare. You reached for it again but this time he held it above his head. So you decided to step closer until you were practically chest to chest and place one hand on his chest and raise one to reach for the book.
He seemed surprised by your boldness and movement that his arm went slack and you managed to lower it and grab the book.
You smiled at the look on his face and patted his chest. You took a step back.
âIâm surprised to see you here. Wasnât expecting it.â You said softly to respect the space.
He shrugged and smiled. âMaybe I wanted to read and saw a damsel in distress.â You laughed a little, denying being a damsel or in distress. He leaned in closer with is head and upper body and added. âOr maybe I just wanted to see you.â
You flushed at that and he laughed quietly, deciding that you were red enough he gestured for you to follow while he offered his arm. Which you took.
He led you to where you had sat yesterday and took a book of his own. He sat down besides you on the couch and started reading.
You finished your book rather fast and decided to read another and another. As did he, only he didnât read nearly half of what you read.
Once it started getting late, and both of you began to get hungry he announced that you should be retire to the bedroom. You obliged, still you toom the books with you to the front desk so they could be placed where they needed to be. He smiled at you once that happened and once again offered his arm.
Back in the room, you both decided to wear something more comfortable. Azriel had once again ditched his shirt and opted for loose black sweatpants instead of his leathers.
The food was delivered to the door and you both ate in silence until he spoke up.
âWhy did you sleep on the couch tonight?" You raised your head from your food and blinked at him. âI mean there was enough space for us both and as much as it is pretty that couch does not look comfortable.â
You smiled perhaps a bit sheepish and said: âI didnât want to make you uncomfortable, you had already moved so for to the right and still there was little space. I definitely would have touched you, which I thought you were uncomfortable with. And I would have had to move your wing and even now that is a boundary I will not cross. Especially not in your sleep.â
He smiled softly at you and his eyes softened. âI wouldnât mind you sleeping in the bed with me. Not at all.â
And so thatâs how you ended up next to the shadowsinger. It was well past midnight and it appears that Azriel had found sleep, the same could not be said for you.
The blanket had little weight and was very thin. But getting out of the bed would mean waking Azriel zo you bared with it.
After a count you turned your head to Azriel to find him already looking at you. Startled at first your eyes widened before turning into a smile to match his own. You turned on your side to look at him better and did he look good.
His sleepy smile paired with that dammed look in his eyes.
âWhy do you look at me like that?â you asked.
A beat passed, then he sighed and said: âBecause you are simply stunning.â
A blush crept up your face. âSo are you, dammed handsome truly.â
You thought that he would laugh or say something back but instead his face faltered. It hurt to watch that, you frowned and wondered why that happened. Did he not believe you? Does he think youâre lying?
No, thatâs not possible, I mean look at him. But his smile went completely and you felt such dread seeing it ago, and thatâs when it happened.
Snap
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âYouâŠ. Youâre..â You werenât sure what to say. Itâs like your entire world got flipped upside down.
âWait, you can feel it?â He said, leaning on his elbow. Your mouth opened and closed before you nodded with disbelief. He knew?
His smile started returning before he started reaching for me. Although he stopped abruptly, he looked at his hands and before I knew is I had taken them in mine and placed a kiss on the knuckles, the back of them and both palms.
His eyes glossed and his voice sounded so little as he asked: âYou donât mind? You donât mind that it is me that is yourâŠ.â His voice trailed off at the end.
âI do not, truly I am utterly delighted.â You took the side of his face in your hand while guiding him to lay back down. âI am more than happy to be your mate, Azriel.â
His eyes scanned mine for a lie, a single hesitation and when he found none he said upright and brought both wings to the correct sides. He gestured for me to sit up so I did. He laid back down with now the wing beneath me.
I hesitated and he told me once again: âI donât mind when itâs you.â
So begrudgingly you laid down on his arm atop his wing while the other draped over you, along with his arm and shadows. The added weight was welcome and so was the warmth against the chilly air.
âHow long have you known?â You ask.
âRemember Solstice two years ago, when we were having one of our conversations again?â You nodded. âAnd how all of a sudden I had to make the worst excuse ever to leave?â You nodded again.
âWell, you had said that my shadows were adorable and you called them âlittle onesâ ande then it just⊠snapped. I panicked cuz I did not know what to do, I almost spilled it all right then and there but I felt like you deserved better⊠or at least for it to be natural. Honestly even before the bond I really liked you, you should ask Rhys and Cass. They have some stories of me trying to impress you and it going terrifically wrong.â
You laughed and stared in wonder, you mate is a dork. And you love him. So you told him just that.
âI would love to het to know you better, truly. But know that even before and now still, I love you. My mate is such a dork and Iâd love to hear all the stories.â
His arms wrapped around you tighter and the shadows seemed to do the same. And so you both laid there in each otherâs arms.
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Jinx x fem reader first kiss leads to make out pleasee
Coming clean (Jinx x reader)
Warnings: suggestive.
Genre: slight hurt/comfort, suggestive
Word count: 1.1k
Reader has no set pronouns!
You and Jinx had been yearning for each other for a while now, it was evident to anyone who saw you two interact.Â
Youâd met in Zaun, when you were trying to catch up with a little girl that was being chased by some men. You lost track of the girl for a bit, and when you finally found her you saw her with someone else, both sat on the ground.Â
You knew who she was -everyone did- but youâd never actually seen her before, and you honestly didnât think you ever would. But there you were, and there she was. Jinx; right in front of you. She was prettier than youâd imagined, beautiful even, despite her tired and sad eyes.
âShe a friend of yours?â You heard her. You made eye contact with the kid and she smiled at you.
âActually, no,â you began saying. âI just saw her being chased and wanted to help her.â
You noticed that the little girl kept looking back and forth between the posters hanging on the wall and the blue-haired girl in front of her.
âYep, thatâs me. You ever need to curse a sibling or a family or a society⊠my card.â After that, she left, leaving you and the young thing alone, who insisted you on following Jinx.
And with that, your life changed forever. Youâd found a family of your own, they were a light amongst all the darkness that invaded the world.
From the very beginning you were attracted to Jinx, how couldnât you, really? With every passing day, it seemed like she was being brought back to life, and soon that anguished girl you first met was pretty much gone. Your relationship became stronger in time, and in you she found someone she could rely on; so she started opening up, letting you in when things troubled her and she needed a clear mind.
It wasnât long until she fell for you, pretty evident to anyone, especially Sevika. She never said a thing, but would always give suggestive looks to both of you, which you disregarded and interpreted as her just messing around.Â
However, when you laid alone at night, you couldnât help but let your mind wander, and it always ended up fixed on someone, a certain girl who always wore her hair in two long braids. At first, you tried to ignore those feelings growing inside of you, but it was beginning to be more difficult every day, especially when all you wanted to do was kiss her every time you saw her.
Sheâd noticed you were acting strange all of a sudden. Youâd get jumpy when she was around or youâd trip over your words whenever you spoke to her. Had she done something wrong? Were you offended by something? Soon, doubts filled her head. Instead of letting them cloud her judgement, she decided to vocalize what was worrying her. She just wanted things to be good between you two.
It was a quiet day; Isha had gone outside to wander around, and Jinx found you in her hideout. She knew it was now or never, she needed answers and most importantly, she needed you close to her.
âHey, there you are. Iâve been meaning to speak with you.â Your heart sank just a little bit, already beginning to feel anxious about what she could possibly say. âAre weâŠokay?âÂ
Her question caught you by surprise, not imagining that those words would be the ones to come out of her mouth. Youâd assumed the worst, her kicking you out for acting weird around her, for having feelings for her and not knowing how to handle them. âI- Of course, why wouldnât we be?â
âYouâve been acting strange,â she responded. âDid I do something to upset you?â She asked in a sad tone, and you couldnât help but look at her, and realised that tears were forming in her eyes. You quickly ran to her and cupped her face in your hands.
âNo, no, you didnât do anything wrong,â you reassured her.
âYouâve been so distant lately, keeping me at arm's length and I just have no idea why,â she adverted your gaze, ashamed even of the tears that were now running down her cheeks. âI just- I don't want us to change, tell me what I can do to fix things.â
âItâs not you, Jinx, I swear.â You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before finally voicing what was troubling you. âI like you, as more than just a friend and I really tried to make those feelings go away so things wouldnât be awkward between us, and in doing that things did end up being awkward. I didnât know what to do because I donât want you to feel weird around me and-.â
You were cut off by her lips against yours, catching you by surprise. She quickly pulled apart to get some air and looked at you with a playful look. âYou talk too much.â And with that, her lips were back on yours, and her hands were on your body, as yours were on hers.
The kiss was desperate and passionate. Your hands were on her waist and hers were on your neck, pulling you so close to her that you could practically merge together. She was taller than you, not by much, but right now she seemed to tower over you and you could practically hear your heart beating in your chest.
Things escalated quickly, she pushed you to her desk and you sat down on top of it, with the girl standing between your legs. Soon her lips were on your jaw, going down your neck and back again to your mouth; her hands exploring your legs, your chest, your back, everywhere. She rested her hands on your thighs, squeezing them at times, paying attention to your neck once more. You couldnât help but let out a little moan at her actions, pulling her closer.
Adrenaline and excitement were taking over you, feeling your body on fire every time she touched you and wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. But soon, you were interrupted.Â
You practically jumped when you heard Sevika come in, not giving you any time to even think about pretending to do something else. She looked at the state of the two of you, cheeks flushed, parted lips, and messy clothes. She smirked before speaking, âJust came here to look for something but I guess Iâll just come back later.â
You and Jinx looked at each other and smiled nervously, looking at the woman just a few meters away from you. âIâll leave you both to it,â she said before walking away, leaving you both alone once again.
âI guess it goes without saying that I like you too,â Jinx said.
i really liked this request, i love writing for jinx âșïž
You simply smiled and pulled her close once again.
thank u anon for the request, hope you liked it!
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     Chan never knew if he was going to date again after his last relationship. Especially with a kid. But he knew he had to try when he met Y/n. She had just moved into his building and heâd run into her when grabbing a package. And his daughter, ever the extrovert, decided she needed a new friend.
     Which turned into his daughter asking Y/n to help her braid her hair for a sleepover with her cousins and uncleâ something her Uncle Felix and her had planned when his daughter blabbed âDaddy thinks our new neighbor is prettyâ to the younger Aussie.Â
     So now Y/n was sitting on the couch with Chan watching over her shoulder, trying to learn how the hell to do a Dutch braid. âDo you have a boyfriend?âÂ
     âNali Bang,â Chan replied to his daughterâs question while Y/n laughed with the little girl
     âNo. I donât have a boyfriend,â Y/n smiled, finishing the braid and tying it
     âYou and Daddy should go on a date,â Nali said and both adults looked at each other, blushing a little as the doorbell rang. âUncle Felix!â
     Nali ran to the door and her dad followed while Y/n cleaned up the hair supplies. She heard a little conversation as she packed her things before she heard Nali telling bye to her. Y/n responded as the door closed.Â
     âThank you for helping with her hair. And Iâm sorry about that,â Chan said sheepishlyÂ
     âYouâre welcome and donât worry about it. Sheâs five, kids say stuff,â Y/n laughedÂ
     âYeah,â Chan sighed
     âBut Iâm free the rest of the night.â
     âAre you asking me on a date?â Chan smiledÂ
     âNo. Just stating I have free time.â
     The two looked at each other and then laughed. âWell, I'm free too. Wanna go out with me?â Chan said
     Thatâs how it went for almost four months. Nali would spend time with her cousins when they were free or with her mom and Y/n and Chan would go on a date. They hadnât told the little girl yet since nothing was serious yet.
     âDoes Naliâs mom know you're seeing me?â Y/n asked as they were walking back to the building from their dinner and movie
     âShe does. Nali I guess talked her ear off about you after we first met so she asked about you. At the time we were just neighbors but after our second date, I told her that we were seeing each other. Why?â
     âJust thinking. I donât want her to be blindsided and think I'm trying to replace herâŠâ
     âIâve made her aware but I can always ask if you guys want to meet and talk,â Chan offered as they turned into their building and made their way to Chanâs unitÂ
      âYou think weâre that serious? For me to meet her mom and be another mom for Nali?â
      âYeah. Naliâs mom and I agreed a long time ago we work better as friends so nothing was left of the relationship. Sheâs seen other people and Iâve met them before Nali has. Just didnât work that way for us but sheâs been supportive of us so far.â
     âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you really like me.â Y/n giggledÂ
     âI do, a lot,â Chan admittedÂ
     The two laughed as they got to Chanâs floor. He took out his keys and opened the door. He let her in first and the two kicked off their shoes and hung up their things.Â
     Y/n walked to his living room with him following before veering to the kitchen. Chan came back with a couple of wine glasses and a bottle as Y/n turned his TV on, a little tradition now for them.
      Chan set the items on the table and wrapped his arms around her before she could sit. Y/n smiled and rested her arms around his shoulders
     âStay over tonight?â Chan offered, âOr the weekend.â
     âLonely without someone else here.â
     âYeah. Especially you.â
     "Are you implying that you want to kiss me?"Â
      âI hope Iâm implying a lot more than just kissing you.â
     Y/n smiled and pulled him closer. Chan met her halfway and pressed his lips to hers. Y/n melted into his lips as he held her as close as he could. Their lips moved in sync before Chan maneuvered them onto the couch. Pressing her down to the seats and hands moving down to her hips. Pressing them together as his tongue poked at the seal of their lips.Â
     Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue found its way into her mouth and tangled with hers. Y/n moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. Chan smiled into their kiss, moving his hands to the back of her thighs. He pulled away from her lips after a few more moments.
     âI like you like this,â Chan smiled
     âLike what?â Y/n asked
     âUnder me.â
     âStop flirting and fuck me.â
     Chan laughed and sat up, tossing off his shirt as she did the same. The two stripping themselves before both of them were on each other again. Chan pushed two fingers into her as their lips reconnected. Catching the moan that left her throat and swallowing the sound as he stretched her out with his fingers.
     âChan,â Y/n moaned as he moved down to kiss her neck.
     Chan hummed in response, lips leaving kisses along her neck. Listening to her beg and plead with him to fuck her. Chan smiled at her eagerness and continued working her open just a bit longer before her begging finally got to him and he couldnât hold back anymore. âFuck,â Chan groaned as he pulled his finger out of her. He pulled away from her neck and looked down between their legs; guiding himself into her. Y/n moaned as he slid into her, holding onto him as he split her open.
     âFuck,â Y/n moaned as he slowly started thrusting in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb
     âFeel good baby?â Chan asked, âDoing so good for me.â
     âDeeper, please Channie,â Y/n moaned
     âSoon baby, promise.â Chan said
     Y/n moaned. Slowly Chan worked himself deeper into her. Her legs wrapping around his waist tighter as his pace increased. Chan sat up a bit and supported himself by holding onto the armrest behind her. Y/n tried biting back her moans as their hips met, trying not to be to loud and Chan didnât get a noise complaint later. Even though Chan didnât care and was high on hearing her moans.Â
     Her walls clenching around him made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Rubbing her clit as his hips rolled into hers. âClose Channie.â
     âYeah? Gonna make a mess for me?â
     Y/n could only nodded, her orgasm was closer than she thought. A few more thrusts later and her back was arching off the sofa as her jaw dropped. Chan fucked her through it. Making sure she was finished before he pulled out and jerked himself to the finish line. His cum landing on her stomach.
     Silence took over the two, just their breathing and the TV playing in the back. Chan kissed her forehead before getting up and grabbing a towel from his bathroom, cleaning her up before sitting her up and pulling her onto his lap. Y/n smiled as she rested his head against his chest. âBe my girlfriend?â Chan asked as he held her clothes
      âIâd love too.â Y/n replied
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Summary: When Noah was left alone to take care of his daughter about two years ago, he never thought he would find someone else he would trust enough to include in his little family. But things can change.
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader
Tw: parent abandoning their child, fluff, angst, crying, anxiety
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Noahâs living room felt warm, the golden light of late afternoon spilling in through the window, creating a calm atmosphere. You were sitting on the couch, a thick blanket draped over your legs. Luna, wearing her favorite bunny sweater, was sitting cross-legged beside you, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Noah was leaning back on the couch, clearly trying to act annoyed but already failing.
Luna had been waiting for this. His hair had finally gotten long enough for you two to try braiding it, and you was more than eager to help.
"Okay, Noah, hold still," you said, your voice light and teasing as you ran your fingers through his locks.
Noah groaned dramatically, half-sitting up with a roll of his eyes. "Why do I always let you do stuff like that to me?"
You smiled at his grumbling. âBecause you love it,â you teased, your fingers working through his hair with practiced ease, slowly pulling it into sections. His hair were soft, and you loved the feel of them between your fingers.
Luna, who was sitting beside you, held up the first hair tie, her tiny face serious as she inspected it. âHere, this one first!â she declared, raising her little hands as she held the bright purple tie out to you.
"Thanks, Luna," you said with a smile, taking the tie and gently securing the first section of his hair. âWeâre doing a great job.â
âYes!â she chirped happily.
Noah, pretending to scowl, leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. âI donât know why I let you both do this to me. I'm the only one suffering hare."
You leaned over and kissed the side of his head. âOh, come on, itâs not so bad. Youâre gonna look great.â
âMh. Sureâ he muttered, but the soft smile on his lips betrayed him.
Luna passed you another hair tie, this time a bright blue one, eyes wide as she eagerly waited for the next step. She was in full-on âhelper mode,â even though she didn't quite understand the mechanics of braiding yet. It was adorable. You were doing most of the work, but she was right there beside you, picking out the ties, handing them over with excitement.
"We donât have the pink one!" She suddenly declared.
You turned to Noah, feigning concern. âOh no, we definitely need the pink one, right?â
Noah gave you a sidelong glance. âSure, we definitely need it,â he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but he couldnât hide the little glint in his eyes.
You smiled and watched as Luna rushed off to her bedroom to find the missing pink hair tie. Turning back to Noah, you continued working on his hair, gently weaving the strands together. As you did, you couldnât help but think how cute he looked like thisârelaxed, with his hair half-braided, the strands falling in soft locks around his face.
"You look cute like this," you said quietly, your fingers brushing through his hair again.
He shifted slightly, his lips curving up just a little as he turned his head toward you. âMh. You think so?â he asked, his voice quiet but with that familiar playfulness beneath it.
You nodded, your fingers still working through the strands. âYeah, really cute.â
You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering for a second. His eyes softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you, the teasing smile replaced by something warmer.
"Thanks," he said quietly, his fingers finding your hand and giving it a soft squeeze. Then, he leaned in and kissed you on the lips. Gentle and slow.
You pulled back slightly, smiling at him, as Luna appeared in the doorway, holding up the missing pink hair tie triumphantly. âFound it!â she said, grinning from ear to ear as she ran back over and handed it to you.
âGood job,â you said, taking the tie from her and getting back to work on the next braid.
Noah adjusted himself on the couch, his hand resting on your thigh as you continued braiding his hair. His touch was slow, almost absentminded, but you could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric of your jeans. With his other hand, he reached down and pulled Luna up beside him, his fingers gently rubbing her little back as she settled against his side.
"Youâre doing great," you said to Luna, giving her a reassuring smile as you worked.
Luna nestled into Noah, her head resting on his arm. "Iâm the best at this,â she whispered almost to herself, her voice muffled against his shirt.
Noah laughed softly, his hand still gently rubbing her back. He glanced at you, his gaze soft and affectionate, before leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.
You leaned back and admired your work, the little braids now neatly secured in place. "Yeah. Definitely cute," you said.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
The next day, Noah stepped into the the band's living room, Luna bouncing ahead of him as she ran toward the group. The guys were lounging around, but as soon as they saw Luna, they lit up.
âWhoa, look how tall youâre getting!â Jolly exclaimed, crouching down to Lunaâs level. âYouâre almost as tall as me now!â
Luna giggled, standing on tiptoe and puffing out her chest. âIâm this tall!â she said proudly, arms stretched high above her head.
Noah leaned casually against the doorframe, smiling at the interaction. âYeah, except sheâs the shortest in her class at daycare,â he teased. âShe didnât get that from me.â
Folio, lounging on the couch with a sly grin, chimed in, âShe got it from me then. Being tall is not the most important thing, you know?â
Noah rolled his eyes with a chuckle. âDude, weâre not even related,â he said, shaking his head. "You remember that, right?"
Nick couldnât help but laugh. âYeah, yeah, sure."
Matt, who had been quietly watching the exchange, leaned forward. âSo, Luna,â he said, âwhat are we gonna do today?â
Lunaâs eyes immediately lit up. âWe are drawing!â she exclaimed, poiting to some sharpies and pens she left on a little table in the corner of the room the last time he was there. âI draw big flowers and rainbows, and sometimes cats. And daddy. And Y/N. And you uncles.â
Nicholas leaned in with a grin. âYou draw cats? I really wanna see one."
Luna nodded seriously. âI can draw you one! But only if you color it with me.â
âDeal!â he said, raising his hands in surrender. âIâm an expert at coloring!â
Folio raised an eyebrow. âHey, does that mean youâre gonna be a famous artist one day?â
Lunaâs eyes sparkled as she thought about it. âMaybe! Iâll make big art and sell it for a lot of money. Then Iâll buy ice cream!â
The group laughed.
âAnd you, Uncle Folio?â Luna asked, her tone serious but playful. âWhatâs your favorite thing to do?â
âWell, Iâm pretty good at playing the drums. And I like fishing."
Luna looked at him with a bit of disgust painted on her face. "I don't like fish."
"I'm better at making music, don't worry."
Noah, who had been watching the interaction with a grin, suddenly caught himself thinking about Jason. He almost wanted to talk about the situation with the guys again but he didn't want to ruin the moment.
Maybe next time.
Luna turned to Noah and gave him a big smile. "Daddy, are you going to draw with me too?â
Noah chuckled. "I think Iâm better at making music than drawing too.â
Luna frowned playfully. âI think you can do both.â
Noah smiled softly, already talking a sharpie in his hand. âYouâre right. I can do both.â
You talked with Jason for the second time three days later.
The Breakfast Nook was rather quiet, that morning. You were behind the counter, chatting with Noah, who was sitting on the bar stool at the counter, drinking his usual cup of tea.
The bell above the door chimed softly as it opened, and when you glanced up, your heart did a little stutter when your eyes landed on Jason.
He was standing in the doorway, framed by the light that poured in from the street. He was wearing a light brown jacket, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos on his forearms. His blue eyes scanned the room with an almost unsettling intensity, like he was looking for something specific.
Noah noticed him at the same time you did, and there was a sudden shift in his posture, a subtle but undeniable tension in his shoulders. You could see the way his eyes narrowed as he took in Jasonâs appearance and the way he moved into the coffee shop.
You turned back to the espresso machine, trying to stay composed, but you could feel the weight of Noahâs stare, the quiet energy between you both, shifting.
"Uh-oh," Graceâs voice cut through the quiet of the shop. Her tone was sharp and knowing as she peered over from behind the register, her eyes already locked onto Jason. âThis is gonna be fun."
You shot her a glare, but she was already smirking, knowing that something was about to happen.
Jason moved toward the counter, his gaze fixed on you. As he stepped closer, you couldnât help but feel the heat rise in your chest. You hadnât seen him for three days, and now, you couldnât deny the unease that curled up inside you as he stood there, so close.
âHi,â Jason said simply, his voice smooth, low. He wasnât smiling, but his eyes held a sort of curiosity, as though he was waiting for something, perhaps for you to speak first.
âHey,â you replied, your voice steady. You waited for him to order, but instead, he just stood there, silent, looking at you.
You shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Noah, who was staring at Jason now, his fingers curling around his teacup. The air felt thick between the three of you, and it was only a matter of time before Noah broke the silence.
âHi,â Noahâs voice was surprisingly firm as he stood up, his posture protective, his gaze not leaving Jasonâs. âIâm Noah. Her boyfriend.â
You blinked, caught off guard by his words. You didn't expect that.
Jasonâs gaze flickered between you and Noah, a slight raise of his eyebrows betraying his surprise, but he didnât react immediately. Grace, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with a bemused expression, snorted quietly to herself behind the counter, stifling a laugh.
Jason finally talked. âOh, uh, hi, man. Iâm Jason. Yeah, Iâve heard of you,â he said, his voice polite, but there was something beneath itâsomething you couldnât quite place. His gaze lingered on Noah for a moment before Jason extended his hand, waiting for Noah to shake it.
Noah didnât move, his hands still firmly wrapped around his teacup, his expression unchanging. Jasonâs hand remained outstretched, but Noah simply stayed there, eyes locked on Jason.
âGood,â Noah said finally, his voice low, almost bored. He didnât offer his hand in return.
You felt like the tension in the air was thick now, almost palpable, as if the room had stopped breathing. Jason just nodded once, like heâd accepted the silent challenge. Then, without a word, he turned his attention back to you, lowering his hand.
âIâll just have a cappuccino. To take away,â Jason said, his tone casual as if nothing had just happened.
You nodded quickly, your fingers already moving to prepare his order. He was still watching you, and for some reason, it felt like he was studying you, trying to read something in your face.
He paid for his coffee, gave a nod of acknowledgment to Noahâwho didnât respondâand then turned to leave. You couldnât quite put your finger on it, but the air felt charged as he walked out of the door, the bell chiming softly as he left.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Noahâs gaze stayed fixed on the door, a frown tugging at his lips. âI donât like him,â he muttered under his breath, his voice tight. âI really donât like him. He was looking at you the whole time.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to shake off the feeling of unease Jason had left behind. âWell, I work here, Noah. Itâs kind of my job to be looked at.â
Noahâs jaw tightened, exhaling a sharp breath as if he were trying to hold back something.
Grace, who had been watching the whole thing with an almost painful amusement, decided it was time to throw in her two cents. âI work here too, sweetheart,â she said. âBut he was looking at you.â
You shot her a look that could kill, but Grace didnât seem to care. She just smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos sheâd just witnessed.
âAre you seriously gonna act like that wasnât weird?â Noah said, his eyes not leaving the door, his fingers drumming restlessly against his mug. âHe was practically undressing you with his eyes.â
âStop,â you said, your voice sharp, trying to deflect the growing tension. âYouâre being ridiculous. Heâs just a customer like anyone else now.â
Noah shook his head, his brows furrowing in frustration. âYeah, of course."
Grace chuckled and you shot her a pointed look, which she ignored again, and tried to focus on the customers coming in.
âWell, I'm going to the studio,â Noah muttered, his hand going to his jacket as if he were about to get ready to leave, but you stopped him with a quick touch to his arm.
âWait,â you said softly, though you could still feel that knot in your stomach. âAre you... are you mad at me?"
Noah hesitated, but then he sighed, rubbing his temple. âNo. No, I'm not. I just donât like him,â he muttered again.
âI know,â you replied quietly, glancing back to the door where Jason had just walked out. âBut it's okay. We're okay. Don't worry."
"Mh."
"Come here."
You leaned over the counter to kiss him before he left and when you felt his little smile against your lips, you immediately felt better.
"See you tonight?"
"See you tonight."
The soft glow of the nightlight flickered in the corner of the room, casting a warm, comforting light across the space. Noah was standing by the side of Lunaâs bed, his hand gently brushing through her hair as she settled under the covers.
âCozy, huh?â Noah said softly, pulling the blanket up over her tiny form.
âMmhmm,â Luna hummed, snuggling into the pillow, her eyelids drooping. She yawned, then blinked up at her dad, her voice small and sleepy. âToday, Emma was talking about her mom.â
Emma was Lunaâs friend from daycare, a year older than her, but that was not the important part of the conversation.. He turned slightly, making sure to keep his voice calm, even though he could already feel the weight of what was about to come.
âWas she?â Noah asked, his voice soft, carefully measured. His stomach twisted.
Luna nodded slowly, her little face tired but curious. âYeah. She asked me how my mom is like.â
Noah was sure his heart skipped a beat. He swallowed hard, trying to find a way to keep the conversation light. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, his voice barely above a whisper.
âAnd what did you tell her?â he asked, though he already knew what the answer was going to be.
Luna shifted in the bed, tucking her tiny hands under her chin, her brows furrowing slightly. âI said... I donât have one.â She paused, then, as if the thought had only just occurred to her, asked, âBut why donât I have one, daddy?â
The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, Noahâs breath caught in his throat. His eyes stung with something he didnât want to face. The question was so innocent, but it was also a reminder of what he couldn't keep.
His fingers trembled slightly as he brushed a lock of hair from Lunaâs face, trying to steady himself.
Lunaâs big eyes were wide now, searching his face, waiting for an answer. Noahâs heart ached at the trust in her expression, the way she needed him to make sense of something that was far too complicated for a little girl to understand.
He took a deep breath, forcing his voice to stay steady even though it trembled slightly.
âLook, princess...â he started, his voice a little strained. He paused, taking another breath before continuing, trying to put the words together in a way that would make sense, in a way that wouldnât hurt her.
âWe are a very special family. Your mommy, when you were very, very little, decided not to be with us anymore.â His chest tightened with the words, but he kept going, pushing through the lump in his throat.
âBut that doesnât change the fact that I love you so much, Lu. Youâre my world. And Iâll always be here for you, okay? No matter what.â
Luna blinked up at him, her sleepy little face taking in his words, though the understanding wasnât fully there. She was too young to really grasp the weight of what he was saying, but Noah could see in her eyes that she trusted him. That was enough.
âOkay,â Luna said softly, her voice already drifting off, the sleep overtaking her once more. âYes, daddy.â
Noah smiled faintly, relief flooding through him, even if the pain of the conversation still lingered in his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
âI love you so much,â he whispered, his voice breaking slightly but not too much for Luna to notice.
"Love you too." Lunaâs eyes fluttered shut, her breathing steady as she finally sank into sleep, her small form finally at rest. Noah stayed for a moment longer, just watching her peaceful expression.
Then, with one last glance, Noah stepped back from the bed, pulling the door open just enough to slip out.
He gently closed the door behind him, the soft click of the latch echoing in the stillness of the house.
For a moment, he just stood there, in the dark hallway.
It was when he heard your voice that he realized he was crying.
You were still on the couch when Noah when to put Luna to bed, telling you he would be right back.
You heard him closing the door of his daughter's beroom behind him after a couple of minutes, the soft click echoing in the quiet hallway.
Then only silence.
You waited for a moment, thinking that maybe he stopped in the bathroom but you didn't hear any footsteps, so you stood up and walked towards the hallways, flipping the light switch on to figure out what was happening.
You saw him as he took a couple of slow, heavy steps away from Luna's room, his head slightly down, his posture tense. He wasnât conpletely facing you yet, but you could tell something was wrong.
You walked toward him instinctively, your heart aching just from the way he was standing even before you realized that a single tear was slowly crossing his cheek.
When you reached him, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. âNoah. Are you okay?â
He didnât respond immediately. But then, as if the words you spoke somehow unlocked something inside him, his breath hitched. A shaky exhale left his lips, and suddenly his body wracked with sobs.
Your heart broke. You had never seen Noah cry beforeâlet alone like this. Never had you seen him so vulnerable, so completely shattered. The sound of his sobbing felt like it was ripping through the stillness of the house, and it pierced you deep in your chest. Without thinking, you moved closer, standing on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to hold him together the best you could.
âBaby⊠what happened?â you asked, your voice trembling with concern.
Noah just shook his head, the sobs coming harder now. He couldnât speak. The weight of whatever was tormenting him was too much to bear, and you could feel the rawness of it in every tremor that ran through his body.
You held him tighter, trying to soothe him, but his shoulder kept shaking under your hands, and you knew there was nothing you could say or do to stop the storm inside him. You pressed your cheek to the side of his head, whispering over and over again, âItâs okay, baby. Iâm here. Itâs okay.â
You felt the tears against your neck, and your own eyes began to sting as you realized just how much he was suffering. You gently cupped his face, wiping away some of the tears, but his pain wasnât something you could erase.
All you could do was hold him, let him cry, and be there.
After a while, when his sobs had calmed just a bit, you reached down and took his hand in yours, guiding him to the bed. He followed you wordlessly, his movements slow and unsteady, as if he were in a daze. Once you sat him down, he immediately let himself fall onto the bed, his head resting against your stomach.
You settled under him, pulling the blanket over you both, and began to run your fingers gently along his back and shoulders, trying to calm the trembling in his body. He hid his face in your shirt, his breath still shaky as he tried to steady himself.
His arms wrapped loosely around you, but it was as if he were clinging to you for dear life.
âIâm here, baby,â you whispered softly, gently scratching the back of his head, âItâs okay. Iâm right here.â
The minutes stretched on, and you felt his breathing begin to steady.
You didnât rush him. You didnât push him to talk. You just kept whispering comforting words, running your fingers over his skin and through his hair. You could feel the weight of his fears in every soft exhale, and it only made you want to hold him even tighter.
Eventually, he spoke. âLuna asked why she doesnât have a mom.â His words trembled as he said them, and you could hear the guilt in his voice. âAnd⊠it just... it stirred something in me. Iâm always so fucking scared. Iâm scared Iâm not enough for her. Iâm scared of messing up, of not being a good enough dad. I let her mom leave... I shouldâve done something. For her. I shouldâveââ
You shook your head, your fingers brushing over his hair, softly. âNo, baby. You are enough. Youâre an amazing dad, Noah. Luna loves you so much. You did everything you could. Nothing that happened is your fault."
Noahâs breath hitched again, and he buried his face further into your stomach, his voice muffled but still desperate. âAnd Iâm scared Iâm not enough for you,â he said, his words barely audible.
âI know you love me, I know you wouldnât leave me, but I canât help it. Iâm scared, baby. Every day. Every time I wake up and youâre not next to me, I'm always so fucking scared and I feel it in my chest and I donât even know how to explain it⊠and now, with Jason back, I donât know. I just feel like⊠like Iâm not enough for anyone. Like I'm about to lose you.â
His words almost physically hurt you.
You could hear the rawness in his voiceâthe depth of his insecurity, the weight of everything he was carrying. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, your hand moving gently along his back.
âListen to me,â you said, your voice firm but gentle, âYou are enough, Noah. I've already said it and I'll keep repeating it. Youâre more than enough. Youâre an incredible dad, an incredible boyfriend. Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere. And I love you so much.â
Noah took a deep breath, the shaking in his body starting to subside. You continued to stroke his back, between his shoulder blades, your hand moving in slow, soothing circles, trying to ease the tension still gripping him.
His breathing began to steady, and though he didnât say anything more, you could feel him start to relax under your touch. You could feel the fight slowly leaving him, the fear and the guilt starting to soften.
His hand moved up to rest against your chest, fingers gripping your shirt as if he were afraid to let go. You let him do it.
And as the night went on, you just held him, whispering reassurances, your fingers always gently caressing his back.
Your t-shirt was damp with his tears, but you didnât care.
You werenât going anywhere. You wouldnât let him go through this alone.
Eventually, Noahâs breath grew even, his body still against yours, the last of his tears falling on your shirt. You kept running your fingers over his back for a little longer, ensuring that he was calm, letting the gentle rise and fall of your chest be the rhythm he could settle into. When you were sure that he had finally drifted into a peaceful sleep, you allowed yourself to relax as well.
You stayed there, the sound of his steady breathing the only thing filling the quiet room.
You watched him sleep for a few moments.
And only then, you let a few tears fall from your eyes, that, landing on your shirt, mixed with Noah's.
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see you at the altar. | suna r.
ree. i love you. thank u for this.
suna x f!reader
written in 2nd pov bc i wanted to (ahem. self shipping/projecting a little bit. just maybe.)
prompts from 1k followers event: đ -> wedding & đ©· -> "can i come in?"
"so love me with reservations to every restaurant. walk me down your street pretending we're the only ones <3" from only ones by ruru
word count: 1.3k words
notes: fluff <333 and a little bit of flirting/sexual jokes, mentions of the garter toss so there's your warning. IT'S YOUR WEDDING DAY!!
you try to push down the feeling of anxiety in your chest, sucking in a breath as hitoka tightens your dress from behind.
âyou look gorgeous,â your friend says, smiling at you in the mirror you're both facing.
âi look gorgeous in the dress you made,â you respond, returning the smile. âthank you so much, hitoka. you helped me plan everything out on top of making this dress, and i still canât believe youâre letting me model and wear it in the first place. do you know how many girls would kill to be wearing something like this?â
hitoka only laughs, shaking her head as she tries to deny the compliment. âit really wasnât a big deal. iâm just doing my job as your maid of honor and best friend. i want to support you in every way. do you need anything else?â she asks as she steps away, giving you one final lookover. she steps forward to fix the angle of one of the roses braided into your hair before stepping back with a smile, admiring her handiwork.
âwill you go check on the rest of the bridesmaids? i know i kicked them out just now because the jitters were getting to me, but i still want to make sure theyâre doing okay,â you ask, looking at yourself in the mirror.
âof course!â hitoka responds, making her way to the door, âiâll be rightââ
when she stops talking, you turn towards her with a quizzical look. âeverything alright, hitoka?â
âoh, more than alright,â the blonde says, turning back towards you with the biggest smile on her face. âyou have a visitor!â she exclaims with a giggle before quickly stepping through the doorway and shutting the door.
âwell then why did you close the doorâŠ?â you say, although you know hitokaâs already walked away from the door and canât hear you anymore. you approach the door, moving to open it when a knock against it makes you freeze.
ây/n?â the voice on the other side of the door is slightly muffled, but you could recognize that voice anywhere.
your heart rate spikes just at his voice, ârin?â
âyeah. can i come in?â
you almost want to say yes, and you canât stop the lovesick smile that makes its way onto your face before you respond, âno, you canât.â
you can already imagine what he looks like, standing on the other side of the door in his suit; the way his hand is already hovering over the handle, and how his brows furrow at your response, âwhy not?â he asks.
you canât help but laugh, leaning your back against the door, âbecause itâs bad luck for us to see each other before the wedding, silly. thatâs like the oldest wives tale alive.â
maybe he hears you press your back to the door because you hear a thump, and you mirror each other without even knowing it as you both slide down the floor. you're probably getting your dress dirty, but you canât find it in you to care. when you're with him, heâs all you need.
âthatâs stupid,â he sighs, âwhy do we even believe in that? maybe someone made that up just to make people suffer more.â
âyouâre not going to suffer,â you reply, wishing you could see him or hold his hand. âweâll see each other soon and itâll all be worth it. itâs like weâre building up to see each other. i canât wait to see you in your suit, standing there, waiting for me...â you trail off, closing your eyes and imagining the entire ceremony. a feeling of thrill encases you at the realization: this entire day is for you both. everything is for you and him. to celebrate coming together forever. âwill you cry when you see me?â you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you. you're not even sure what his answer will be. neither of you cried very often, and you werenât sure if itâd be more heartfelt to see a big smile on his face or tears in his eyes.
âyeah,â he answers immediately, causing you to open your eyes in surprise.
âreally?â you ask, beginning to play with the trim of your dress.
âdefinitely. and i told atsumu if i donât cry immediately he gets to punch me in the face but iâm pretty sure just seeing you when those doors open will be enough,â he explains. âi guess youâre right about that superstitionâ now iâm really excited to see you in your dress.â
you laugh at his initial statement, âwhy would you tell him to punch you in the face? then iâll have to take care of your bloody nose.â
âwho said i didnât want that?â you can hear the smile in his voice, âif i donât cry the moment i see my wife, then i deserve a broken nose. and maybe thatâll make me cry.â
your heart skips a beat at the word. youâll officially be his wife in a few hours, and heâll be your husband. you sigh, âi guess i should have expected something like this from you and the twins. iâm glad they could both make it.â
he hums in thought, âi think they heard you mention the garter toss and decided that this was the most important event of their lives.â
your face warms at the thought. it had been your initial idea, surprising even rintarou, but he had supported you nonetheless (âit wonât be the first time weâve done something like that,â heâd said in a teasing voice that made your knees weak). youâd been slightly worried about it; having him under your dress, surrounded by all of your friends while his teeth were dragging a flimsy piece of lace down your thigh would definitely be a moment worth remembering.
âwhatâs wrong? cat got your tongue?â he gibes. âare you still up for the toss? we can always say we donât wanna do it anymore.â
âno no itâs fine,â you put your head in your hands before sitting back up straight, knowing hitoka will scold you if you messes up your hair or makeup. âi just kinda forgot about it with everything else going on today. iâm a little nervous for it, but iâm excited.â
you hear him laugh and you know your face is red, aware of how wrong it sounds. âi never realized you enjoyed that kind of stuff so much,â he continues to poke fun at you. âiâll make sure to tease you when weâre out more often. especially when you wear that cute skirt of yours.â
ârin!â you scold, unable to keep quiet anymore, âi didnât mean it like that.â
âoh? what did you mean then?â he eggs you on. you canât find a proper excuse or response. the only way that sentence could be interpreted in this context was âiâm excited to have you under my dressâ but you didnât want to say that. he laughs again, âdo you just like it when iâm between your legs?â
you whine out of embarrassment, standing up and dusting off the back of your dress as best as you can, âi canât believe you, rin.â
âyou must really love me if i can have this kind of effect on you just with my voice,â he responds, and you hear him stand up too.
âwell, i am marrying you after all,â you sigh, trying to look yourself over in the mirror on the wall to your right.
âiâm a lucky man,â he says. âi love you, y/n. iâll see you soon.â
âsee you at the altar, rin,â you smile, pressing a hand to the door separating you both. maybe you're making it up in your head, but you think you can feel his hand against the door as well. if the wooden barrier wasnât there, you'd intertwine hands. youâd see him in his suit, and heâd see you in your dress. that would be your reality soon enough, anyway.
âi love you so much, suna rintarou.â
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The Au Pair Boy Part 3
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In this we have a lot of growing pains and the girls try everything they can think of to keep Eddie home.
Part 1 Part 2
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The next couple of days were spent ironing out of the kinks and setting expectations. Like when Steve scolded Janice for pulling on Joanâs braids and she yelled back that she wasnât the boss of her.
Both girls went running to their dad.
Eddie looked down at his two little sun spots. âI donât know why youâre coming to me about this, if Steve saw Jannie pulling Joanieâs hair, then he had every right to call it out. Just like Chrissy, just your uncles. He is in charge while Iâm gone, so you better get used to his authority. Both of you girls go sit on your time out chairs for five minutes.â
Both girls gasped in shock, but after an intense showdown, they did as they were told.
âThanks for that,â Steve said with a huff. âThereâs always a little bit of give and take for first couple of weeks, and you laying down the law will really help that.â
Eddie smiled up at him. âItâs just been a tough year for them both. Theyâre old enough to remember Ethan, but young enough that itâs all the good and none of the bad. So they donât understand why he left. Iâve been talking to a couple of therapists that think once theyâre a little older, they want to start seeing both girls.â
âNothing quite as traumatic as abandonment issues from an early age,â Steve said with a nod.
Eddie huffed out a laugh. âSounds like youâre talking from experience.â
Steve sat down on the sofa with a sigh. âUnfortunately, yes. Only my parents did just enough to make sure I wasnât taken away from them. Making sure their trips would only last long enough that it would be considered child abandonment and endangerment. Sending me gifts for my birthday and Christmas, but not being there.â He ran his fingers through his hair.
âThen as I got into high school, sending me money for groceries and gas. As well as a hefty allowance to make sure that I wouldnât talk. âLetâ me throw lavish parties and then ground me when they found out. Only they would pack up and leave, knowing Iâd ignore the grounding because they were gone. Just a bunch of stupid shit like that.â
Eddieâs expression softened. âIn the Hall of Fame of shitty parents, thatâs really up there, man.â
Steve let out a huff of bitter laughter. âI got the last laugh though. The second I turned eighteen and finished school, I told them I was running away with my best friend and joining the circus. Then I told them I was bisexual and never looked back.â
âSo how was the circus?â Eddie asked with a grin.
âNot as fun as youâd expect,â Steve conceded. âRobin and I didnât have anything like skills to be a performer, and wasnât experienced in running the booths and rides, so we were part of the put up and take down crew.â
âSo how did the nanny thing come about?â Eddie asked, crossing his legs and leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair.
âI used to babysit these kids when I was younger,â Steve said, putting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together, âand when the oneâs dad died and left a hefty life insurance to his mom. She suddenly was overwhelmed and hired me to nanny for her.â
Eddie thought back to the resumĂ© the agency had sent over. âMrs. Henderson, right?â
âThatâs the one,â Steve leaned back on the sofa. âDustin was a good kid. Too smart and arrogant for his own good.â
âThen of course, Mrs. Henderson recommended me to her friends,â Steve said. âOne of them said they would only hire me through an agency. My ex-girlfriend happened to work at a nanny agency while she was going to school and offered to put in a good word for me.â
Eddie raised his eyebrows. âThat was nice of an ex. I donât know if I have any exes that would do the same for me.â
Steve just shrugged. âWe didnât exactly part on the best of terms either, but I used to babysit her younger siblings and knew how good I was. Nancy Wheeler is nothing but logical. She knew I would be good at it.â
âI spoke to a Nancy earlier,â Eddie said thoughtfully. âShe really went to bat for you.â
âThatâs Nance for ya,â Steve huffed. âTenacious to a fault. This is her last semester at college and then sheâs going to go to Emerson to get her journalism degree. She wanted to get her generals out of the way so she wasnât paying out the ass for them.â
Eddie smiled. âLooks like I really lucked out then.â
âI guess you did,â Steve said softly. âI did too. Having you here these last couple of days have really helped out. They are still going to have the worst meltdowns during that first week youâre gone, but knowing youâve already set the boundary theyâll only butt against it instead crossing it.â
Eddie smirked. âTheyâve chased off nannies before. Itâs why I have a very specific list of doâs and donâtâs with anyone I hire.â
âOh I donât doubt it,â Steve chuckled. âNormally, Iâd put them to bed, but because itâs your last night with them, Iâd suggest you do it.â
âOf course,â Eddie said softly. âThank you for taking good care of them, Steve. Iâm really grateful to be leaving them in such capable hands. I donât want to go on this tour, not really. But I need a break. I love my girls, but with Ethan leaving it feels like he took away my right to chose how to live my life.â
Steve got up and moved to the desk and sat down on it half way. âBut at least you have the money and the wherewithal to make sure they are taken care of. Every parent needs a break once in awhile. Youâll go out there make your fans happy and then when you come back, youâll appreciate them all the more for leaving.â
Eddie looked up at him, then his eyes fluttered shut. He pursed his lips together and leaned his head back. He opened his eyes to look at him again. âYou donât think Iâm being a bad parent?â
âIt does you no good to burn yourself out,â Steve soothed. âIt would do them more harm if you burned out and couldnât take care of them anymore.â
âI love them so much,â Eddie said, his lower lip quivering. âBut not having any help except Chrissy occasionally made it hard.â Tears trickled down his cheeks.
Steve pulled out a tissue and handed it to him. Eddie let out a watery chuckle. âYou didnât have anyone close that could help you?â
Eddie wiped his eyes and shook his head. âMy former bandmates kinda scattered all over the globe. Gareth in Wales where his family is from, Jeff in New York, and Brian in LA. My uncle, Wayne broke his leg just after Ethan left and heâs just barely moving around without a cane. I couldnât make him watch two rambunctious four year olds.â
He let out a shuddering breath and then another. âA lot of the nannies we had kept trying to be their mother. One was even caught trying to teach Joanie to call her Mama.â
âThatâs rough,â Steve murmured. âBut Iâm here to help you. Iâm not going to try and replace you as their dad. Or even Ethan, really. Iâm just an extra person you can rely on.â
âYou donât mind setting up the household staff do you?â Eddie asked, his voice still rough from the crying. He blew his nose and then threw the tissue away in a nearby garbage. âItâs just that I want people that will work well with you and not try to fight you on every little thing.â
Steve shook his head. âNo I get it. Plus getting help for a place as big as this one, Iâd need the help otherwise Iâd wear myself out before you got home.â
Eddie chuckled. âDo you like the house? Some of the other nannies thought it was creepy.â
âMr. Munsââ Steve began but Eddie cut him off.
âCall me Eddie,â he said softly. âMr. Munson makes me feel old and Iâm not ready for that yet.â
âAll right, Eddie,â Steve murmured back, âI think itâs spooky in a fun way. Itâs not creepy. Itâs beautifully decorated. Iâve seen creepy. Like tiger and elephant heads mounted on the walls with fully stuffed birds and in one horrifying case a Tasmanian wolf.â
âArenât those extinct?â Eddie asked with a grimace.
âOh yeah,â Steve said, moving to sit on on the desk all the way, to put some distance between them. Before he did something stupid like kiss his boss. âI made sure to report his taxidermy to the Feds on the way out.â
âBrutal.â
âDude was creep and his wife wasnât much better,â Steve said with a shrug. âI felt sorry for their kids. They didnât deserve having parents like those.â
âWhat made you leave?â Eddie asked, honestly curious on how Steve could have gone through so many clients considering he didnât seem very old.
Steve kicked his feet a little, careful not to kick Eddie. âThey aged out of needing one. They were already pre-teens when I got hired. They basically only needed someone to pick them up from school and make them dinner before their parents came home.â
âHow long were you with them?â Eddie asked, more to keep Steve there then any real curiosity he had. Yeah, he had been curious about what made him leave, but this was blatant flirting at this point.
Steve laughed. âWhatâs this, more interview?â he teased. âNo, in all seriousness, it was about a year. Most of my clients only need me temporarily anyway. Iâm pretty sure that for at least three of them, their friends or family got to them about me being a guy, because they hired a female nanny soon after.â
âThatâs bullshit,â Eddie huffed. âIâm sorry that they kept doing that to you. If anyone says anything to you, send them my direction. Iâll set them straight.â
âThanks,â Steve murmured. He checked his watch. âItâs about time for me to make dinner.â
Eddie nodded and watched him leave. Once Steve had closed the door to his office behind him, Eddie put his head in his hands. It was so hard to keep his hands to himself when Steve was that close.
He just hoped that the three months he was going to be gone would be enough to put out the fire in his gut for his new nanny for fuckâs sake. He needed to get laid, Jesus fucking Christ!
The rest of the night passed with relative ease. Steve made meatloaf and garlic mashed potatoes with corn on the side.
Night time went well, too. Both girls drifting off to sleep quickly.
Morning, though? That was what was fraught with difficulties and tantrums.
Joan refused to get dressed, flopping on the floor and sobbing uncontrollably. Janice dumped her cereal on the floor, kicking and screaming like a toddler. Joan threw herself at the door while Janice tried to hide Eddieâs shoes.
Eddie stared Janice right in the eye as he pulled out another pair of shoes out of his carry-on. And then another out of his suitcase. He put the shoes back in the suitcase, but pulled on the shoes from his carry-on. All while Janice stood there with her jaw on the floor.
Steve pulled Joan away from the door so Eddie could open it and both girls started crying. Eddie hugged and kissed each girl goodbye.
Steve picked up both girls and held them up to the window so they could wave goodbye as Eddie drove off.
He set them down and they both flopped on the floor like ragdolls. He let them lay there for awhile, even taking advantage of Joan not moving to get her dressed. He put his hands on his hips it was going to be a long week. A very long week.
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On school picture day, Steve always gets the kids ready. Itâs not that Eddie doesnât want to, itâs that he kind of hates making them dress up for a photo when 99% of the time, theyâre just kids.
Except Steve had to go to a training conference for guidance counselors this week and picture day is happening whether they like it or not.
Their oldest, Jules, can do everything herself now. Prefers it, actually. Sheâs been extremely independent since she turned 10 a few months ago and neither of them try to stop her.
But their twins are only six, and James and Connor are like tornadoes who interrupted a category five hurricane and wore their most stained clothes while doing it.
âLetâs at least brush your hair,â Eddie suggested, already mentally preparing for the arguments that would cause. âJust for the picture and then you can mess it up however you want.â
âBut daddy lets us wear it crazy!â Connor lies.
âAnd he lets us take off our shirts!â James lied even more.
âYou guys donât even know how to lie right,â Jules said as she finished braiding her own hair.
âWe donât lie!â They said in unison.
Eddie used to think the twins talking and doing things at the same time was just coincidence, but now he knows it has to be some kind of evolutionary benefit to outsmart the parents.
âLetâs call daddy then and ask,â Eddie said, immediately being met with silence. âOh, can we not? If he lets you do that stuff, then it shouldnât be a problem right?â
The twins shake their heads.
âGreat!â Eddie pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and pretends to dial Steve. Steveâs not gonna answer, so he just sends a quick text to let him know itâs fine and to let it ring to voicemail. He holds the phone up to his ear as it rings twice and then goes to voicemail. âHey sweetheart. You know how itâs picture day? Mhm. Well the twins told me you usually let them just go without brushing their hair or even wearing a shirt! I thought that sounded silly. So you donât?â
âWait! Okay we lied a little!â Connor yelled, suddenly panicking at being caught.
âAnd maybe a lot!â James added, already trying to climb Eddieâs side so he could reach for the phone.
âIâll go get them ready, love you, bye!â Eddie rushed out and hung up so he could hold James safely. âI think you think Iâm a fool.â
âNo dad, you just let us be crazy,â James said.
âSo does your daddy. Just not on picture day. You know the rules. We do this for him, right? We get nice and handsome and we smile for the camera so we can hang the pictures on the fridge.â Eddie glanced at last yearâs school photos, resisting the urge to cry at how big theyâd all gotten so quickly. James was missing three teeth now, Connor seemingly lost a ton of his baby fat early, and Jules had started wearing earrings. âHe likes seeing your faces on the fridge.â
âBut canât we just wear our regular clothes?â Connor begged from his other side.
Eddie looked down at what they were wearing. It wasnât that bad. No stains, at least. And no holes. That was rare for them.
âYou can wear these clothes if you let me make your hair look nice,â Eddie bargained.
âDaddyâs gonna kill you,â Jules said with her arms crossed.
âHe loves me too much. Plus who else would do the dishes every night? He canât kill me!â Eddie joked, tickling James before setting him down on the floor. âTo the bathroom, my princes! Make haste!â
They ran for the bathroom quickly, nearly tripping over each other in the process.
Eddieâs phone vibrated in his hand with a text from Steve that just said âif they donât brush their hair for pictures, Santa wonât come.â
Eddie texted back quickly: so cruel. as his most sexiest elf, I wouldnât pass over their house.
Steve sent a âđâ and then a âđâ.
Eddie pocketed his phone and went to help the boys with their hair.
When they got the pictures back a month later, Steve shook his head, but couldnât quite hide the fond smile.
James and Connor both forgot to give normal smiles into the camera.
But their hair looked almost perfect.
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hiyaaa! its me again!! omg is it just me or is there just NO robin x reader content like, at all???
please please please!! if you don't mind, please give me your robin romantic headcanons?
an extra add on food for thought: what do you think would happen if both siblings happen to pine after the same person?
Hello dear inbox visitor! I think it would be better if you sent it during while requests were open, since it kind of teeters on the line between thoughts vs requests haha. Anyways, you're right. We dont have enough x robin content :(
Lets try and fix it!
Robin seems like a very attentive lover, which is surprising considering how busy she would be since she's a popstar.
During conversations or small talk, passing phrases, she makes sure to listen to you lovingly,and makes note of all the small things about you.
To me, I think she'd be the type of person who puts your name as just a pink heart icon, and notes down all the things you like in the description of your contact. She also has a separate notes tab for other things like your wishlist items, things she's noticed about you, and so on.
She's optimistic, but not unrealistic. If you're the overthinker type, she grounds you flawlessly. She's very rational and sorts things out carefully with you, sitting you down gently and discusses everything on your mind with you. Gives you a lovely, soft smile when you stop overthinking and come to a solution with a relaxed sigh.
Surprisingly sensitive to physical contact. She's not touch-starved, nor averse to it, but still is unused to it for the most part. However, she likes holding hands very often. She'd be very happy if you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. Often takes off her glove just to hold your hand. I feel like her hands would be pleasantly cold. She squeaks slightly when you kiss her face! Then giggles. She likes the feeling of you peppering her face in kisses.
Lets you touch her wings often, and they are incredibly soft. They smell pleasantly of flowers, and sometimes she flutters them on your face to make you giggle. She doesn't mind if you mess them up a bit, as long as it's not before a concert.
If you have hair long enough to braid, she'll want to do that. She has cute little accessories on her that she uses whenever you let her, cute clips and hair ties that she uses for you specifically. She also really likes it when you braid her hair. She doesn't care if it's not pretty, she just likes that you're the one doing it.
Often, I imagine she gets overwhelmed with the amount of people working on her appearances that sometimes she just asks them to leave and has you help her work on her appearance. It could just be feedback and she'll appreciate it. She just likes being in your presence whenever she's overwhelmed, which can be often if she's especially out on a tour. If you can't be there physically, she'll want to call you, or replay any voice notes you may have sent previously. She saves them all â date, time, named and even the context behind them. She misses you dearly whenever she's away, just doesn't have the time to even express it.
If you're alright with cosmetics of all kinds, she's a little thrilled. She'll want you to try her perfumes and clothes, too. Kisses you directly if you ask for her lip balm or lipgloss, then giggles at the transferred sheen. Likes trying out new eye palette colors on you, trying out new styles of makeup, and often asks for suggestion on her own outfits. She also adores when you both dress up in matching outfits, and has a neat little album of you two consisting of photos that she takes.
Robin can feel a bit shy asking for affection or doing cute couple-things. She really likes the corny things, like indirect kisses from shared straws, being stared at while she's doing something, being kissed in the rain, dancing together, etc.. she also probably saw you eat a lollipop once, and wanted to ask you for a taste, but got too shy and didn't ask. You have to take the initiative and comfort her into asking for these things.
Anyways, if both siblings pine for the same person.. it's gonna be a little strained. Depends on how much they like the reader respectively, but lets assume both of them are head over heels for reader.
Robin and Sunday pining after the same person may either bring them together or put more strain on their already, slightly distant relationship. I feel like Sunday may either support his sister, convince her to pursue you and share you with him, or guilt trip her into not approaching you. Not even as a yandere, Sunday can be a little manipulative and greedy when it comes to his feelings. Ever since Robin left Sunday alone as the head of the Oak Family, I feel like he would harbor a small amount of apathy or even dislike towards her because of it, and on top of that, if she ends up liking you, he'll feel oddly like you've been stolen from him.
Robin.. won't back off so easily however. She's a smart girl, and even if she obliges to her brother's whims, she knows him better than anyone else. She'll probably stay docile for the most part, though. However, she isn't just a pretty face. Just because she remains docile doesn't mean she's given you up completely to her brother. She'll at least remain stubborn on having you to some degree, even if it means straining their relationship a bit.
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á”Ì àł«Ëâ: zb1 as your boyfriend
a/n: these get progressively longer the more you go on and thatâs my bad, iâm just insane over this group idk âŠ
notes: long hair is implied in jiwoongâs, yujin is not included due to his age!, i did not proofread this so sorry for typos
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jiwoong
i think this would be so much fun in the like adult way ⊠like doing taxes together and watching tv shows
dating jiwoong means SETTLING DOWN!!! this is for the long run for real
in all seriousness i think being jiwoongâs s/o means you will feel very secure at all times
he isnât interested in anyone but you ⊠like seriously
looks at you like youâre the only person on the planet when youâre out and about
if anyone hits on him, he shuts it down SO fast that youâll barely have time to process what happened
in terms of love languages, iâd say his is probably acts of service in both giving and receiving
thereâs no better way to show him that you love him than taking care of little chores around the house (especially the ones he usually does) or picking up some toothpaste when heâs running low
in the same way, he loves to do those things for youâhe really appreciates the way you smile when you find out he did the dishes for you <;<3
overall, a very sweet relationship, and a very very long-term one
ITâS ALMOST LAUGHABLE how gentle Jiwoong is as he braids your hair, pulling each strand off your head with such precision and cautiousness that youâd think he was braiding strands of pure gold. Weddings were long events, and youâd noticed that, every time you went to one, you ended up with a million knots in your hair that you had to spend extra time brushing out after.
So, Jiwoong had the bright idea to braid your hairâand insisted he do it for you, so that you wouldnât have to keep your arms raised for so long, or something. You just didnât think heâd try this hard at it.
âYou can go a little faster, you know,â you said, painting your eyelashes with mascara. âIf you go any slower, weâll be late to the ceremony.â
âWe can just sit in the back,â he mumbled, continuing to put one strand over the other. âI need to make sure itâs well-done so it doesnât just knot your hair even worse than leaving it down does.â
You sighed, a little smile appearing on your face. âWhatever makes you happy,â you sighed, continuing to put on your mascara. âWho am I to say no?â
zhang hao
i feel like the most prominent part of dating zhang hao is trying to figure out how you scored him LOL
i mean look at him ⊠he's so perfect itâs almost painful
and heâs such a good boyfriend that literally all of your friends are so jealous ⊠and heâs the only guy they havenât called ugly so thatâs a plus LOL
i will say though dating him has to mean youâre really comfortable with yourself because just about everyone shoots their shot with him
obviously he turns them down but heâs too nice to do it in a way where theyâll actually be scared off (cough jiwoong cough)
heâs very loving and very appreciative, and loves hearing about everything you do
tbh he just loves you
his love language is definitely physical touch, but in the like sweetest way possible
he holds your hand and swings it around when youâre out and about, he leans his head on your shoulder when you watch movies, he puts his head in your lap when youâre sitting on the couchâŠ
and he always stares at you, which is super nerve-wracking, but he just loves you so much that he canât help it
seriously has heart eyes for you
ITâS NOT ALWAYS that your mom calls, but you supposed today just had to be the day. As much as you love her, she tends to talk your ear off, which is something youâd rather not deal with at a random time in the middle of your day. Nevertheless, it was better to get it over with now rather than later.
Hao had been napping with his head on your lap when she called, and youâd hoped that would be a good excuse to hang up. Except, when you pleaded with your mom, telling her that Hao was sleeping and you didnât want to wake him, she insisted that she needed to talk to you right then. So, for the past twenty minutes, youâd been listening to her talk about her knitting club while you ran your hand through his hair.
Youâd also failed to notice that Hao had been awake since before sheâd even called. Initially, he just wanted a few more seconds laying on you before you kicked him off (because your thighs were cramping and you needed to stretch), but heâd been pleasantly surprised when your attention was stolen by the phone call.
So, when you looked down and saw him staring at you oh-so-lovingly, you choked on air, causing your mom to frantically ask you what was wrong. All the while, he stared at you, wondering how he managed to find you (but shouldnât you be asking that)?
hanbin
if youâre feeling unloved, just date hanbin and he will fix it right up for you
he is an endless pit of love and is just waiting to give it to someone (that someone happens to be you)
youâre like 90% sure he popped out of a cheesy romance novel and wandered straight to your door but i digress
everything about this guy is so pleasant that itâs almost nauseating
his mom, how clean his bedroom is, how much he happens to enjoy cooking, how much he loves all the things you suggest as date ideas, itâs so much that your friends are suspicious that heâs hiding something incredibly unforgivable
heâs not, though, heâs just like that
and he just happened to be truly, madly, deeply in love with you so congrats on that one!!!
hanbinâs love language is also physical touch (shocker)
heâs super clingy, especially when you go out together, and has to have a hand on you at all times (if you get separated it will literally ruin his day)
really loves to cuddle with youâŠfor example, if you decide to take a nap without him, you will wake up wrapped in his impossible to escape koala hug
he also loves kisses. forehead kisses, cheek kisses, all kisses ⊠he especially loves it when you kiss his tattoos
he gets super enamored with you when you give him the same energy back, so try that out, too
EVERY DAY, YOU GET HOME from work around the time Hanbinâs decided to start dinner, and, every day, you attempt the same little prank. Slowly, you enter your home, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
The sound of the nightly news fills your ears, and the smell of whatever Hanbin decided to make attacks your nose. As subtly as possible, you put your bag and keys down on a dresser you have in the entryway, removing your shoes and tiptoeing through the house as quietly as possible.
As usual, Hanbinâs back is facing the doorway, and heâs hunched over the stove, fiddling with whatever heâs making. You tip-toe run up to him, bumping into him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He giggles, as usual, and puts his hands on your arms.
âHi,â you say into his back, which prompts him to turn around in your embrace, staring down at you with the most loving expression he could muster up.
And, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, he says, âI missed you.â
matthew
CUTE BOYFRIEND!!!
matthew is like so clueless in a relationship and heâs just kind of winging everything, which makes him about 70% funnier
youâll be out shopping and heâll pick something up, usually a trinket of sorts, look you dead in the eyes, and say, âis this something people get for their partners?â
if you say yes, it will magically appear in your bedroom like 4 days later and heâll be oh-so proud of himself
your parents LOVE matthew, to the point where you begin to wonder if they like him more than they like you
itâs nice, though, because theyâre more willing to help pay for your utility bill if they know matthewâs benefitting from it too LOL
heâs such a sweet boyfriend that sometimes you like need to stop and put your phone down
his love languages are words of affirmation on the receiving end and gift giving on the giving end
when youâre away from one another, he texts you selfies along with cute little summaries of what heâs doing and absolutely expects you to do the same
also sends good morning/good night texts if he canât say it in person for whatever reason
also has some like tiktok-worthy beige flags (the comments say theyâre all green flags)
like he asks you what your ring size is like once a month and then comes home with ring pops and goes âi had them custom made to fit your fingerâ
and youâre like âomg matthew i canât believe you would do that for me!!!â
MATTHEWâS HANDS ARE poorly covering your eyes as he leads you to this mystery-location that heâd spent the entire day hyping up. He swore it was going to absolutely blow you away, and had even said that youâd be at a loss for words.
âWeâre almost there,â he said, excitement dripping from his words. âBe careful, thereâs a couple of steps here.â
You did your best to ascend without face planting, although it was a bit difficult given that Matthew was unknowingly rushing you due to his excitement. âOkay, are you ready?â
âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â
In a flash, he removed his hands from your eyes, and it takes you a second to realize what youâre staring at. Itâs a table cutely decorated for some sort of picnic, with string lights overhead and a candle burning on the table. You realize youâre in your parents backyard pretty quickly, but the thing that really has you confused is the teddy bear sitting on the edge. It looks exactly like the one you carried around as a kid, albeit much cleanerâbut youâd lost it when you were 10.
âI tore apart your house looking for it,â Matthew said, putting his head on your shoulder. âMr. Tumnus, right? Like the Narnia character? He was behind the couch. I got him cleaned, too. Do you like it?â
taerae
swoon
UGHHHH taerae is so perfect
like heâs totally the boy next door, locker neighbor, church boy type of boyfriend
he asked you out on valentineâs day with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of like really pretty chocolate-covered strawberries and youâve been whipped since
youâre both wrapped around each otherâs fingers in the most severe way possible
youâre also definitely like a married couple, specifically a couple of grandparents whoâve been retired for like 30 years
you probably share a friend group, and everyone in the group considers you two the parents of the group (youâre the dad)
almost always, you have a third wheel, but thatâs fine because you and taerae are good at making sure itâs not awkward (which is why people always want to come on your dates)
taeraeâs love language is definitely quality time
more often than not youâre both doing something completely separate from one another and he doesnât care, he just likes knowing that youâre around
i donât see him being the touchiest person, even in a relationship, so spending time together is the only thing taerae needs to feel loved. if you never blow him off and spend all of your free time just sitting next to him, heâll be entirely pleased forever and ever
SOMETIMES, YOU FORGET that Taerae is in the room with you, which tends to be more embarrassing than youâd have wanted it to be.
Once, early in your relationship, heâd come over and youâd been spending time in your room. Except, hours had passed without you saying a word to each other, and youâd forgotten he was even there in the first place. You were so engrossed in your latest craft project, attempting to crochet, that heâd blended into the scenery of your bedroom.
So, when you kept messing up on a particular stitch, you found it fit to stand up and absolutely scream at the top of your lungs. When you got done, you planned to sit down and keep doing, but you heard Taerae laugh nervously behind you, causing you to freeze up.
âUh, what was that?â
You turned around, staring at him with what could only be described as horror written on your face. You stared at one another in complete silence for what felt like hours, although in reality it mustâve been no more than five or six seconds.
âI forgot you were here,â you finally choked out, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. Taerae just laughed, and it only made you feel more miserable.
âYouâre adorable, you know?â
ricky
ricky is such a sweet boyfriend
even if heâs a bit awkward at times heâs so nice to be around
i think he just cares about you so much that he fluctuates in the same way that you doâŠif youâre happy, heâs happy, if youâre sad, heâs sad, etcâŠ
at the same, heâs always completely panicked that he is not doing enough for you
he constantly checks in to make sure that you are getting what you need from him, and, while he wouldnât say it aloud, he appreciates it when you do the same
he doesnât like conflict so he pretty much does anything he can to get rid of the problem before it happens
as such, if he finds out anything upsetting, he will approach you about it instantaneously
i think rickyâs love language is gift giving, though, both on the receiving end and on the giving end
whether itâs an origami flower made out of a receipt you got or a pretty necklace you found while out and about with friends, ricky treasures it like itâs his child
almost every gift youâve gotten him is displayed in his room somewhere, like heâs got a whole shelf dedicated to things that you gave him âŠ
all of his gifts are incredibly well thought out too even if theyâre last minute
he also tends to just give you anything that you express literally any interest in
you like the hat heâs wearing? okay itâs yours now
âno i mean that i like it on you!!â
he doesnât care itâs yours now
THANKS TO A FAMILY VACATION, you hadnât been able to see Ricky for a week, which had been the end of the world for both of you. So, the moment you got back home, you ditched the comfort of your room to head straight to his house.
The moment he opened his front door, you collapsed into his arms, taking in the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of laundry detergent coming from his sweater. Then, you realized that the sweater he was wearing was new.
You leaned back to get a better look at it, taking it in. âI like it!â you exclaimed, smiling up at him. He tilted his head in confusion, staring back down at you.
âLike what?â
âThe new sweater.â
Without even skipping a beat, Ricky tugged it over his head, causing your mouth to drop open a bit. âWait, noââ
Before you could finish your sentence, heâd pulled it over your head, and was waiting for you to put your arms through the sleeves. He smiled, happy with his sudden attack. âI knew you would, so I got two.â
gyuvin
dating gyuvin is so much fun
you were probably friends before you started dating, so when you start dating, itâs like your friendship amped up 200% along with like some kissing and stuff LOL
he knows you inside and out, to the point where you wonder if he knows you better than you know you
he also definitely had a crush on you for a loooong time before he acted on it so he remembers little details you shared in passing from years in the past
as such heâs constantly taking you out on the most lovely dates you could possibly imagine
you mentioned you like hot chocolate two years ago on a friend group outing? well good news! gyuvin remembered and heâs taking you to a world-renowned cafe thatâs specifically noted for its hot chocolate
you like barbie movies???? every single one is downloaded onto his computer. every one. and he knows which one is your favorite
i think gyuvinâs love languages are acts of service + quality time
he just likes doing things for you and he likes doing things with you too ⊠he just likes you tbh
heâd be heartbroken if you ever said no to one of his meticulously planned out dates so make sure to never do that (his friends would also hate you instantly and being hated by sung hanbin AND park gunwook is terrifying so donât do that)
strangely enough, when you reciprocate the energy and plan out intense dates based on little tiny information, he gets super flustered, so try it out if you can
THE FIRST THING that comes out of Gyuvinâs mouth when he comes into your living room is, âYou remembered?â
Youâre almost taken aback by the question, eyes widening the moment the words leave his mouth. He was asking you that? After he remembered every little detail about you, from your favorite episode of your favorite show to your favorite breed of dog?
âOf course I remembered that you like soccer. How could I forget that you like soccer?â
Youâd set up a little mini-party for the both of you to watch the World Cup, equipped with snacks and a jersey for his favorite team. And, somehow, he was a blushing mess, as if he didnât expect you to remember something so basic about him.
âI donât know,â he mumbled, turning away from you as he turned beet red. âI justâŠI donât know, I wasnât expecting it.â
âWell, expect it more often,â you said, linking your arm with his, a bright smile on your face. âCause I love you. And I love doing things for you.â
gunwook
yea gunwook is definitely your first love and youâre really hoping heâll be the last
you probably had some sort of super dramatic lead-up to you actually getting into a relationship, so youâre also probably super attached to each other by the first day youâre calling him âboyfriendâ
even though heâs young, gunwook feels a lot of responsibility for everything in his life, so being with you is essentially his wind-down time
as a result you have a lot of sleepovers, which include doing facemasks and going to bed at like 9pm because heâs so tired
and you just generally spend a lot of time together because youâre an oasis in the middle of the desert for him
gunwook feels really proud that he gets to have the title of âyour boyfriend,â so be prepared for him to call himself that a lot
it makes him all giggly and happy, which makes you all giggly and happy, so youâre pretty much giggly and happy 24/7
gunwookâs love language is absolutely words of affirmation
heâs under a lot of pressure (student council vice president, class president, like good lord he is leading the people) so he just wants to hear that heâs doing well, especially from someone he cares so much about
even just telling him that heâs doing his best will make him melt in a pile of i-love-you putty
and he makes sure to do the same for you :)
ITâS NOT OFTEN THAT Gunwook breaks under the pressure, but when he does, it breaks your heart, too. Itâs inevitable that he loses his balance sometimes, given the fact that he often takes on way more than he can handle, but youâre always there to pick up the pieces.
âYou need to go to bed,â you say as warmly as possible, placing a hand on his shoulder. He continues to write a flurry of numbers onto his paper, trying to fulfill his plans of finishing all his weekend homework so he could spend the majority of it hanging out with you. âYou can finish tomorrow morning, okay?â
Gunwook stops, finally, leaning back in his chair. He looks up at you, a frown on his face, and you can tell that heâs starting to unravel. You cup his face in your hands, looking down at him with the calmest smile you can muster.
âYou did a good job, tonight. And calculus will be there for you in the morning, okay?â
âOkay, okay. Iâll stop.â
You smile, a feeling of triumph overtaking you. âThank you very much!â
thank you for reading!
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