#youre my baby say it to me /lyr

[sukusweetsb]

daily reminder that I love oboro shirakumo

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AIR GUITAR!!!!

[seokminfilm]

l'amore dice ciao | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, husband seokmin, kissing, implied honeymoon, seokmin calls reader baby, sweetheart, reader uses seokmin's nicknames, mentions of pregnancy, soft intimacy, reader is pregnant, seokmin soft hours, giggles in lyr's favorite things to write

now playing: l'amore dice ciao, armando trovajoli

"Good morning, sweetheart." Seokmin's voice is groggy as his arms are draped over your swollen stomach, and you answer tiredly, yawning as you stretch your aching body. "Good morning, Seok."

The two of you arrived in Italy yesterday after a long plane flight and an even longer drive to get to the rented condo. Both of you spent last night shopping and seeing the town, finishing the night in the bedroom as you both watched a classic Italian romance movie before spending the rest of the night talking to each other like two high schoolers spending the night.

Now that you were five months pregnant, sleep was becoming harder and harder to come by─you were overjoyed at the fact that you got a decent sleep last night, and you couldn't help but sigh as Seokmin's plump lips pressed against your warm neck.

"How's my sweetheart?" Seokmin asked quietly, big hands ghosting over your sheer nightgown as you hummed. "I'm doing good."

"Do you know what you want to do today?" Seokmin asks softly, stepping out of bed as he stretches cutely.

His taut muscles are slightly tanned from your time at the pool yesterday, and the Italian sun highlights every dip and curve of his abs perfectly. His dark eyes catch the color of the summer sun, causing them to sparkle as his soft hair is swooped over one side of his face, highlighting the slope of his sharp nose and plump lips.

"Whatever you want to do," You look up at your husband with doe-eyes, and he's melting for you quickly, sighing as he comes back to meet you on the bed.

He watched how you stretched as well, giving it your all as you carefully adjusted your seating position. Your hands were cupped around your bulging belly, and the white nightgown brushed over your tender body in such a beautiful way, one that made Seokmin want to marry you all over again.

"I don't think you want to do whatever I want to do, baby." Seokmin laughs nervously, leaning in as he presses a kiss to your lips softly. His hands are on either side of your body, leaning over you as he stares into your eyes. Your hands go up to wrap around his bare waist, and you smile, kissing his firm chest as he smiles. "Maybe I do."

"You're going to make me go insane, sweetheart, I swear it," Seokmin shudders at your touch, and you laugh, sighing as you pat his chest. "Not if you do it first."

Seokmin backs away, laughing at your cute expression as he makes his way over to the dresser. His clothes for the two-week vacation are all tucked away, and he chooses his outfit for the day, sculpted back flexing as he closes the drawer. You're enamored with everything about your husband, and you'd die if you didn't let him know, making your way up from the bed as you follow him into the bathroom.

The massive mirror reflects your body as you follow him quietly, and he looks at the reflection, confused as he turns around to see you. "Baby? Is something wrong?" Seokmin looks so innocent as he asks you the question, and it makes you laugh, shaking your head as you sigh.

"Nothing's wrong, Min. I'm just so happy with....everything, really. I'm happy with it all." You say, and Seokmin laughs, turning on the water as he splashes his face with it.

"Are you now?" Seokmin takes his fingers under the stream of water and flicks it at you, showering you with water as you squeal happily before pausing to look at your husband.

"I am, Seokmin. Thank you." Your voice takes on a more soft, thankful tone, and Seokmin smiles, embracing you as he kisses your forehead. "Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything for you at all."

[sleeplessv0id]

🎶 for the ask game!

🎶- Favorite song right now?

I never have *just* one favorite song, so I come bearing multiple!

@emoelmoisgay

The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning - The Smashing Pumpkins

"Time has stopped before us. The sky can not ignore us.

No one can separate us. For we are all that is left.

The echo bounces off me. The shadow lost beside me.

There's no more need to pretend." /lyr

He Said She Said - Ashley Tisdale

"Maybe I can see us movin' like that (like that)

Maybe I can see us touchin' like that (like that)

Baby, I can see us kissin' like that..." /lyr

Not - Big Thief

"Not a ruse, not heat, not the fire lapping up the creek. Not food, not to eat.

Not to die, not dying, not to laugh, not lying." /lyr

Big Girls Don't Cry (Personal) - Fergie

"I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you. It's personal, myself and I, we got some straightening out to do.

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket, but I've got to get a move on with my life." /lyr

By Starlight - The Smashing Pumpkins

"By starlight, I'll kiss you

and promise to be your one and only

I'll make you feel happy

And then leave you to be lost in mine.

And where will we go? And what will we do? Soon said, I will know.

And are you just like me? Dead eyes, dead eyes. Are you just like me?" /lyr

Kiss Off - Violent Femmes

"I need someone, a person to talk to. Someone who'd care to love, could it be you?

Situation gets rough, and I start to panic. It's not enough. It's just a habit.

Hey, kid, you're sick. Well, darling, this is it.

You can all just kiss off into the air. Behind my back, I can see them stare. They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind. They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time."

-

"I take one, one, one 'cause you left me.

And two, two, two for my family.

And three, three, three for my heartache.

Four, four, four for my headaches.

And five, five, five for my lonely.

And six, six, six for my sorrow.

And seven, seven, for n-n-no tomorrow,

And eight, eight, I forget what eight was for,

But nine, nine, nine for a lost god.

ten, Ten, ten, TEN for EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING!" /lyr

Me vs. Your Friends - The Flat Stanley's

"I think you lost all of my secrets I couldn't speak. And I keep writing poems, poems I'll never keep."

-

"She hasn't slept for days, I fucking wonder why.

She hasn't slept, she left to go get high."

-

"I think I know what's coming, and I just don't care.

I wanna break my glasses, I wanna dye my hair. So that I can go home, and they won't recognize me."

-

"You're a gasleak, and I'm a woodhouse, so we'll both go up in flames.

You are running, you keep falling, and you keep saying we're the same."

[crushingcasanova]

Hello, my darling!! How are you? How was your day? Have you had fun? I’ll be leaving soon for my weekly hang out with my mates and my darling but I’ll probably come to talk to you again mid-way.

I’ve missed you!! You were on my mind during my exams again… My chemistry paper went well, too! I have some questions for you….

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

~ 🌠

Hello dearie! I'm okay! I've had a strange day, with a migraine earlier... but it's been good! I was laughing to the point of tears twice today, actually. It was kinda nice! I hope you have fun at your hang out! I'm also glad to hear I was on your mind, too. I was stalking your blog all day to see if you were around, I missed you! >_< Here are my answers to your questions too!

I like a ton of different types, honestly. Mostly the obsessive and more "dominant" type, I guess, but it can vary from person to person! I just like someone who isn't afraid to be themselves and to show that they love me >_<

I don't have a bf or gf right now, unfortunately, so I don't really have anyone to review >_<

Be flirted! I like to flirt, but I'm not the best at it.

Flowers!

Sometimes, yes. Only good surprises!

Loves me, definitely.

Single and looking >_<

I would say pastel pink!

I have quite a few... I'd say Fight for Me is the most recent one to come to mind!

I don't really have a childhood love story... there's too many ideas bouncing around in my head to settle on one >_<

Honestly? A musical! And then dinner afterwards so we can yap about our thoughts while having some good food!

Older, preferably!

Probably the only ex I still talk to! He was really sweet to me and we only broke up because of timing. They still come and see me all the time and they gifted me a lot of stuff, we were really fundamentally similar, and had a ton of common interests. We fit really well!

I don't usually do much for Valentine's, but when I'm with someone on Valentine's, I make them a ton of gifts and make plans to hang out all day! >_<

When I was in about 5th grade, but that's a bit iffy since I'm aromantic. It's hard to know!

Text most of the time but I do like calling!

I can! I have been friends with one of mine since we broke up!

Either my last one or the one I ended in October last year. I think probably the latter, since that was really messy.

I would say very, very sweet!

Baby don't hurt me /lyr

110% but I feel like it's more of an unlimited source!

Somewhat? I've never experienced it but I've experienced friendship at first sight, so.. it's possible!

It depends! I usually make original nicknames for my loves, and sometimes I'll use ones like honey, dear, or sweetheart in between. I usually use whatever they like!

Picture of the heart is below! >_<

[pastel-rights]

Your wife has some interesting gay wisdom! Also how do you feel about the songs she assigned you?

okay so first things first! she kept adding things while I was in the middle of trying to answer this ask so it's a bit of a long answer! sorrryyyyy

misha we're going on an adventure

secondly... THAT ADVICE? I expected the "hehe women" bit and I wasn't too thrown off by the Black Swan musing tbh because I know my darlin' just that well /j

I uh. I wasn't expecting that end bit though. I kind of choked on the waffle I was eating because of it. It kind of hurt I won't lie to you, anon /lh

...

it was really sweet. i don't get complimented like that irl so it kind of. made me emotional. /pos

i think i. have always suffered from internalized self-confidence issues. and uh. that comment meant a lot to me.

a lot more than i think. tae realizes.

oh and the. army of songs too!! yeah let me. misha misha it's time to get UP. lets GO.

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Marry You: ... actually nevermind we're back down for the count misha let's. yeah. yeah. /j

... also you kind of already married me you goober. /j

okay jokes aside, this is. one of my favorite songs from bruno mars so to see it. associated with me in some manner is. really sweet.

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Just the Way You Are: ... heh.

am i.

am i really.

am i.

"girl you're amazing just the way you are" /lyr

i will ruin your life in 20 million ways and you will thank me every. single. time.

am i really. /j

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Love on Top: beyonce was so real in this song tbh

baby that IS you.

you ARE the one i love!!!

you ARE the one i need!!!

shit you're the only person besides my family I see somedays /lh

it's.

it's you!!!

that is you!!!!!

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Pure as the Driven Snow: ... okay I'm gonna be honest I like. fell asleep while listening to it and immediately got jumpscared by all the world's a stage. so uh. hold on let me just.

to google!!

...

oh! /lh

that's all i have to say. /j

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Flaws and All: ... BEYONCE! STOP THIS MADNESS. /lh

... you know i kind of AM a trainwreck in the morning and a bitch in the afternoon.

actually i'm a bitch at all hours of the day but that's really besides the point you know.

why.

why DO you love me anyways.

i'm not. really the type of person who deserves your love.

you're a. a really sweet person, you're really kind to other people and you always try to help you and you're just. a sweet and loving person.

like i feel you're. too good for me most days. you and sam.

i don't.

i don't deserve you guys.

i don't deserve any of you guys and I don't. understand why you guys continue to stick around. someone like me.

who's just so.

...

...

...

but hey if your type is the nihilistic, overly honest and blunt, abrasive side of a sponge then. you know. who am I to stop you!! /lh

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Loser, Baby: you're a power bottom at rock bottom, dear! /ref

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Never Ever Getting Rid of Me: ... juST TAKE THE MIXED BOUQUET AND LEAVE, GENERAL. LEAVE. GET. SCATTER. SHOO. AND TAKE YOUR LETTERS WITH YOU. /ref

[omgitsshrimp]

[SPOILERS from Manga!!] Attack on Titan Theory/Lyric Interpretation: Name of Love is Eren talking to Historia

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING!! IF YOU’RE ANIME ONLY, SKIP THIS POST!!

I wanted to do a little lyric interpretation for the 5th ending song for Attack on Titan, Name of Love by Cinema Staff. I’m aware that the imagery used in the ending was focusing on the 104th cadets, but I wanted to focus on the lyrics specifically and explore other possible interpretations. So please be open minded and just have fun with my little theory!

The english translation of the lyrics I decided to use were from the Attack on Titan Wiki:

https://attackontitan.fandom.com/wiki/Name_of_Love#English_

[LAST SPOILER WARNING FOR ANIME ONLYS]

Disclaimer: this is going to step into some shipping territory, but I want to be clear that I am not a shipper or an anti anything, so don’t take this too seriously. I’m just having a bit of fun writing out my theory lol

The theory:

I think the song is from Eren’s perspective, and I think he could be talking to Historia in the song as well. I know many believe it relates to the 104th cadets, but maybe both are true? Anyway, I’m going to explain why I think it could be Eren to Historia.

My Interpretation of the Lyrics (lyrics are in bold):

Goodbye World

Starts with the person saying, “goodbye world”. I take this from Eren’s perspective. I’ve seen this interpreted as Eren dying but I think it could actually be referencing him doing the rumbling and saying goodbye to the world because he’s killing everyone. So this establishes the song in Eren’s perspective, in my opinion.

Our shadows standing side by side do not cross each other.

Reading this lyric I thought about the 104th cadets standing side by side, I thought about the colossal titans standing side by side, but I also thought about Eren and Historia standing side by side during the secret meeting(s), which seem to have occurred at dusk/sunset (possibly dawn) I believe. For shadows to look like they’re standing side by side the sun has to be low; at dusk or dawn. Dusk and dawn have been used to symbolize the ending of one cycle and start of another. Eren only talked about ending a cycle of hate with Historia. (I know this might be a bit reaching, but stay with me)

My hope, my light, and the unknown scenery, 

I’m still searching for them

Hope = a future where he (and everyone he cares about) is free

Light = like a light at the end of the tunnel: freedom, Historia and their baby

Unknown scenery = what comes after the rumbling. This line made me wonder if at some point Eren’s future memories stop and he’s not sure what comes after a certain point. Everything has been known to him because of his ability to see future memories, but not this. He stated to Falco once that people keep moving forward because something drives them, and they don’t always know if the end result will be another hell, or not, but only those who keep moving forward will find out. I think that’s the case with Eren. He’s still moving forward searching for the answer to all of this; what happens after the cycle ends with the rumbling. The line, “I’m still searching for them” portrays this I think.

Let’s make one promise

This made me think of Eren saying this to Historia because a promise was also mentioned in Historia’s theme Zero Eclipse (only the later half of the song is related to Eren and Historia):

‘Make a promise that I cannot regret, as long as I can see you but in secret’

So one song from Historia’s perspective and another from Eren’s perspective, both referencing a promise.

To call each other by our names,

To share our happiness to one another,

To connect using our words, to hold on tight to our pain

This sort of reminded me of marriage vows. Not saying I believe Eren and Historia are married or anything. I just got romantic vibes from this. I read it as one person saying it to another, rather than between multiple people. The promise is portrayed as something very personal and emotional (“hold on tight to our pain”, “share our happiness”).

Somewhere in this world, if we meet in the future,

Please don’t forget about me, the truth about me.

I saw this as Eren not knowing if he’ll make it out of this alive. Because, as I mentioned earlier, maybe there is a point where his future memories stopped and he doesn’t know what comes after that point. But whether he lives or dies he asks Historia to remember the truth about him. At this point only Historia knows the truth about Eren because he has only opened up to her so she knows the truth. Eren doesn’t want his horrible act of genocide to change her view of him (like it did/will for many others (his friends); the world sees him as an enemy) so he asks her not to forget the truth about him. That truth possibly being that he doesn’t actually want to kill all these people but has to, or feels compelled to as he believes it’s the only way to end the cycle of hate and gain freedom. Basically I think he’s saying: don’t see me differently after this, whether I’m dead or alive, remember the real me.

Goodnight World

The sunsetting on the world represents the ending of a cycle (which Eren mentioned in his talk with Historia). I think this references the rumbling again. Eren saying farewell to the previous cycle.

Nobody else has to know besides us

Time, please stop

I held back your cold hand

I think this is referring to Eren and Historia’s secret meetings. 

Time, please stop = Eren wants to stay in this moment forever, he doesn’t want the future to come (because he doesn’t want to kill all those people). His term (13 years) is running out. 

I held back your cold hand = This one was difficult but I think Eren doesn’t want to see future memories either. That’s why he held back her hand. She may have been reaching out to him for warmth. I could be wrong. I don’t think Eren and Historia never physically touched at all (she’s having his baby after all), but maybe they were more hesitant about it because of the memory thing.

An Everlasting dream, a gloomy shadow

Gloomy shadow = the rumbling that he needs to do to get to his freedom

Dream = everlasting freedom

An adventure on a sunny, cloudless day;

Huddling under an umbrella on a rainy day

Scattered tears softly lifted,

Carrying our wounds, let’s move forward

Eren is reminiscing on memories, possibly with Historia. Spending time together, “scattered tears” shows that they probably shared intimate, emotional moments as well (there was a memory shard of Historia crying). Eren is urging someone to keep moving forward with him. If only Historia knows Eren’s plans and motivations, then only she can be the one moving forward with him, because she actually knows what’s going on.

The promise we made in our hearts,

A promise that never fade.

I hear the sound of the wind, beyond the map.

A “promise made in our hearts” has undertones of love to me. The fact that he says it will never fade points to a mutual devotion or commitment to one another. 

Sound of the wind beyond the map =  I took this as Eren recognizing that it’s time for him to leave the island and start the rumbling. 

[Chorus repeats again]

The bell at the start of the day;

The dawn is calling for us,

In the truth, name of love,

Don’t be afraid, move forward.

The bell = the rumbling. In Ch 126, a citizen of Paradis looks on at the last line of Colossal titans leaving the island and says of the rumbling, “It was like the sound of bells, announcing our freedom.”

The start of the day = new day, morning, new cycle for the world

Dawn is calling = the new cycle is beginning or has begun. 

In the truth, name of love, don’t be afraid, move forward = I think this is Eren saying to focus on the truth of who they know they are, their love. Even if everyone is against them, they know the truth about each other and are on each other’s side. He’s saying because of this, there’s no need to be afraid. He’s telling Historia to focus on this, move forward and don’t be afraid.

Somewhere in this world, if we meet again in the future

No matter how small, please don’t forget…

Eren asking that Historia remember every little truth about him

The future in our hearts, the promise that belongs to us

Please don’t forget, about me

The truth about me

Future in our hearts = their hopes for the future, freedom, freedom for their baby

The promise that belongs to us = implies the promise is something private and kept from other people. Points to an element of secrecy.

And it ends with Eren once again asking Historia to remember the truth about him.

End of interpretation.

These are just my opinions and I know it could just be about the 104th cadets/scouts, but what makes me think of Eren and Historia are:

-Reference to a promise. A promise was also referenced in Zero Eclipse. We don’t know of any personal promises made between the 104th cadets. We just know of the “devote your hearts” salute, which would’ve worked if the promise in the song wasn’t portrayed as something personal and private, with undertones of love involved. “Devote your hearts” was more of a military salute to devote yourself to the greater mission of serving humanity/Paradis; it’s not an mutual, intimate, personal promise between individuals.

-Eren talking about the rumbling and urging someone to move forward with him in that direction. He never told anyone in the 104th about his rumbling plans except Historia. And we have seen Eren encourage Historia to stay quiet about the rumbling in Ch 130.We’ve clearly seen that Eren and the rest of the 104th are moving in different directions, which is why they are currently fighting each other. 

-There are elements of secrecy and love in the lyrics that don’t really fit with the 104th cadets dynamic. (“nobody else has to know besides us”, “a promise that belongs to us”, “a promise made in our hearts”). I always pictured the 104th’s dynamic with elements of loyalty, trust, camaraderie, a precious bond of close friendships. However, Eren and Historia’s dynamic is more aligned with the elements shown in the lyrics. 

-The song title is “Name of Love” so personally I don’t think it’s a stretch to theorize that the song has a more romantic undertone in some parts. ‘Love’ is literally in the title.

This song was the ending for Season 3 part 2. I used to think it was fitting because of the imagery used with the song; I assumed it was about the 104th cadets only, but then I had a change of mind when I started to really look at the lyrics. The lyrics sound like Eren from season 4 to me now, but it still makes sense for season 3 because the end of season 3 part 2 is when we start to see Eren change. Especially after seeing the future memory when he kisses Historia’s hand, and sees that his father’s memories were accurate. His last line in the season foreshadows the Eren portrayed in the song: “If we kill every last one of our enemies out there, will we finally be free?”

I think that’s everything. I hope I didn’t forget anything. Feel free to let me know what you think, just be respectful please! If you made it to the end, thanks for taking the time to read through all of it!

[cousinslavellan-archive]

36 on that prompt list? 👁👁

[So it’s been a while, but I’m pretty sure this was something like No one’s seen you in 3 days, so I’m gonna hurt myself. Aka my baby Cassia who, before I decided she was going to be Ter & Braham’s Sprout, was initially me screwing around and kind of making myself in Sylvari form. So she has a lot of my bad habits... including secluding herself when she’s down.

Oops. Featuring @resonatingferns Lyr, just a couple of best friends looking out for each other ♥]

Lyr steps through the waypoint and inhales sharply, wings twitching out nervously behind him.

He casts a glance out over the vast expanse of the Guild Hall, ears pricked to catch any sounds in what might, to some, be an unnerving silence.

To him, it is familiar, almost comforting - the occasional fall of old rubble somewhere in the distance, the quiet murmurs of the Tavern Keep and Mining Operator far, far off in the central structure of the Hall.

Things he’s been accustomed to since finding and joining his Father’s and extended family - a home away from the Eye, a safe place to stay, when things are to dangerous in the North.

A sentiment that he knows - he hopes - his best friend shares.

She has to be here, there’s nowhere else to look.

Her parents have checked everywhere else - the Eye, Sun’s Refuge, the Astralarium, even the Grove - but Lyr has a feeling. He knows that she’s here.

Lyr listens for another moment - staying as still as he can, head tilted up and ears pricked, eyes closed to concentrate - perking when he catches the softest whine, like a dogs cry.

There.

He’s in the air and flying up before he’s even opened his eyes, headed straight for the sound - smiling, just a little, at the sight of the jackal pup staring back at him from the doorway far, far above the entrance.

The same place we always hid.

It’s impossible to get to, without wings or a flying mount - every time they’ve stayed in the Hall, they’ve slept there. So he’s not surprised, really.

“Hi, Dune.” Lyr alights beside the Jackal and bends to scratch his head quickly, “Where’s your master?”

Dune nuzzles into his hand before giving another soft whine, running back into the chamber with a sharp little bark.

Lyr waits a moment before following more slowly, footsteps soft as he rounds the corner and spots the other Sprout - legs held tight to her chest and head down, wings limp and glowing sword tossed on the ground behind her.

Defeated, is the word that comes to mind, a word that does not define Cassia, ever, and he hates it.

“Cassia.” he says, keeping his voice soft, trying not to startle her as he steps slowly closer, seeing her tense regardless.

Her head snaps up, staring at him, before she scowls and looks back down, scrubbing at her eyes, “Y-you found me.”

She’s been crying.

“No one’s seen you in three days.” Lyr crosses to sit beside her, not touching but within reach if she needs it, “Your parents are worried. Everyone’s worried. I was worried.”

“I’m sorry.” her voice is a whisper, so different from her usual happy, vibrant tones that it just worries him more, “I just... needed a break.”

“Did something happen?”

Cassia shakes her head, scrubbing at her eyes again.

Lyr scowls, wings twitching - brushing unconsciously against hers, making them pull in from their limp positions, “Did someone... say something?”

“Not... specifically.” she sniffles, blinking a little, “But... a lot of, non-specific things kinda just... built up, I guess. Does that make sense?”

“It does.” he shifts a bit closer, let’s their elbows bump - knowing how much physical contact usually helps her, relieved when she leans back into him - “What are they-”

“Just whispers.” Cassia closes her eyes, face scrunched a little as though she’s trying not to cry again, and he stays still when she turns to lay her head on his shoulder, ignoring the discomfort of her horns pressing slightly to his neck, “In the way, or creature, or not worthy of that sword... things like that...”

“Aurene gave you that sword, I think she’s the judge of that-”

“It still hurts.” something wet hits his skin, and Lyr realizes she’s crying, “I know you - you go through it, to, and I hate that it bother me, but I just. I can’t-”

“We’ll talk to our parents.” Lyr says, letting his hand find her back and stroking up and down, “Later. You can. Cry, if you need to. Holding it in... it doesn’t help.”

Cassia sucks in a breath, and then the tears start falling in earnest - and Lyr just rubs her back through it, trying to be the calming presence that his parents have been for him, that she’s been for him, in the past.

Eventually, the tears subside, but he leaves his arm around her, feeling her shift slightly so that her horns are no longer pressing into him, the warmth of her forever familiar and comfortable.

“Thanks, Lyr.” Cassia says after a while, voice just the tiniest bit more like herself. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“What are best friends for.” Lyr tilts is head to look at her, trying to mimic his father’s stern look - he’s not sure who’s he’s going for, because they both have impressive glares, but he tries - and asks “Just... don’t do that again. Please? If it gets to much... you’ve got me.”

“Okay.” she manages a smile at that - much more Cassia then she’s been since he found her - and hugs him tightly, “I promise. No more disappearing acts.”

[caracalfeather]

WARNING- Cats and Birds is a mob AU fanfiction of the Arcana game, and is not meant for young audiences and is not meant to offend anyone. Some writing choices were made so characters are out of their canon way of acting and thinking. Please do not be offended by character choices made by the authors and content creators, this story was made for fun and in the way we wanted it to be. The story was not hijacked by any of the authors to make any ships or characters overshadow any other. All content contained in this story has been agreed upon and accepted by all parties in it’s creation.

TW- Cats and Birds contains scenes that may not be suitable with some readers, including themes of violence, smoking/drug use, sex, cursing and various other strong themes. Special warnings for scenes will be posted with chapters. Proceed with caution and Reader’s discretion is advised.

12 part 1

The streets seemed to be crawling with mobsters that hot day, some blended well with random crowds while others were obviously searching for something. Three families were in the raven’s territory, all armed and ready for a fight.

Portia got word first, Julian was out for the entire day. She ran to Bèa and ordered a full scale lockdown of The Nest. 

“Lock everything! I don’t care! No one gets in or out!” She barked. 

Everyone followed orders. No one questioned Portia. She opened the door to her brother’s room. 

The one thing he held dear jumped up startled by the sudden blaring of alarms. 

“Wh-what’s going on?” She asked, Madeve standing up with her. 

“We’re on lockdown, some goons are trying to overrun The Nest. Just stay here, turn off the lights and stay hidden.” Portia said, pulling out her keys, Lyra nodded. 

“Madeve come! You’ll guard outside.” Portia waved to the dog and he followed, giving Lyra a short woof of encouragement. 

As soon as she heard the key turn the lock Lyra followed instructions and hid  in the actual bedroom of the large room. 

Outside, trucks and cars had surrounded the nest, many armed men with gold ram symbols stood around, yelling and throwing bricks at the windows, one fired his gun at the door, sparking rage in the men as they surged forward.

“HOLD THEM BACK!” Bèa shouted. Not noticing the group that was starting to make their way around back. The siege was all a distraction. 

Portia called her brother to tell him the situation. “Ilya! We’re getting raided! You better get your ass down here fast otherwise we’re all gonna die!” 

The front windows shattered as the door was rammed, more firing sounding outside. Some men had started to aim for the higher levels while one revved a truck.

Lyra tried to keep calm, rubbing the sapphire on her collar. 

“Stay calm….” she breathed

“Stay calm.” 

Portia retreated some of the forces inside, deciding they had to pick them off one by one. Portia cocked her pistol and hid behind a wall. Waiting for the trespassers to enter. 

The door was busted down and a surge of men entered, carrying heavy artillery and revolvers. Antonio had made sure they were well stocked with vests and guns. Some immediately surged upstairs as the others opened fire.

“CAN WE COME TO A COMPROMISE?!?!” Portia shouted over the gunfire. “You obviously want something from my brother and he’s not here right now! But why don’t you tell us what you want!” 

Madeve paced  like a lion between the two other guards who stood at the ready. 

The men didn't care about portia or the others. They simply were told to kill and grab the target from her nest. Upstairs a group began to shoot the guards and yell for lyra.

Madeve barked and charged avoiding bullets best he could. The other guards dodged a few but were no match. Portia hasn’t expected them to get that far. 

Lyra heard the muffled gunshots outside, she covered her mouth and gasped into it.

Curling up on the bed in fear. She hoped Julian would arrive soon.

 It wasn’t looking too good for the Raven’s nest. 

Outside, Antonio watched from his seat on a car hood, chuckling to himself “That's it my boys.” Next to him two slender white hounds emerged and ran inside, his hunting dogs were going to fetch a new fur coat for him. He knew they could do it. He smirked “Fetch my babies. While I wait for the main show to come home.”

She could hear the handle. The game was up.

Lyra stood up and ran down the list of all the other places to hide. This was the safest room, the locks were complex but not invincible. If they were here to see Julian he would’ve shown up already. What were they here for? She knew it couldn’t have been her. The Nest was sworn to secrecy. 

Portia called a fast retreat into the basement of The  Nest. Hoping that the locks wouldn’t fail her on any of the doors. She called her brother again, practically screaming into the phone. 

The hounds howled as they got to Madeve and outside, Antonio lounged, loading his gun and mumbling “Any day now raven. Come home to your nest.”

The massive dog growled as the two other hounds met him in the hall. Madeve barked but waited to charge. Blood dropped from his maw as he growled. 

The dogs launched and circled him, snapping at him with sharp fangs and growling as they tried to corner him.

Madeve stood his ground, this wasn’t going to be an easy fight. But it was his job to protect his master, and his master’s mistress.  He barked at the two, trying to see which was weaker. 

Portia sealed the door to the basement. Everyone who was alive, was safe. They just had to hope that Antonio came in for what he was after and left. 

After what seemed like hours, everyone was gone. One of the men had knocked out madeve, while the others had napped the precious jewel of the nest. Lyra’s room was empty, and the cars had disappeared towards Antonio’s base in the deep rich part of the city.

Portia took a headcount and surveyed the damage just as her older brother was pulling up in the driveway. 

“Damn.” He looked around at all the blood and corpses. “Well, Monty was desperate.” 

Portia came outside to greet him. 

“Do you know what he took yet?”  Julian asked his sister. She shook her head.

“We’re still looking. But Madeve was knocked out.”  She sighed. 

Julian frowned and went inside, seeing his beloved dog limp on the floor. With a sharp grunt he lifted the dog. Madeve whined, arousing from his sleep. 

“C’mon let's go see Lyra.” He sighed Madeve scrambling in his arms as his body came around. 

He set down the mutt and he took off barking.

That….wasn’t good. 

Julian’s eyes grew wide and he ran after the dog. He saw what he feared, the door to his room was ajar. He threw open the doors.

“LYRA! Lyr! Are you here!?” He called out in the empty space, he searched his room frantically searching for her. 

“Dearest! If you're hurt please say something!” 

He opened the door to the bedroom, and there sitting on the bed was the symbol of Antonio’s mob. 

Julian shouted in rage and ran down stairs to his men. He held up the ram’s head to his best Men. 

“I know what Antonio stole.” He growled, “he took what is MINE.” 

Lyra was blind folded and tied up. A goon set her on a metal chair. They were in Antonio’s condo, it was bovious from the smell of sex, champenge and the sound of beethoven from the other room. Antonio laughed at the sight of her “This is the raven’s pretty little jewel? Im almost applaud that he was the one who stole the blue blood’s prized possession.” 

She didn’t say anything. If there is anything Julian had taught her than it was to stay silent. The less she talked the more he would stay safe, no matter what happened to her. 

Antonio slapped her with a hiss “Im talking to you little songbird.” he leaned down and ran a hand under her jaw with a smirk “I have some questions for you.”

She had rehearsed this line so many times in her head. “I am The Raven’s plaything. He uses me for pleasure. I have no information to give you.” It was a bold faced lie, but it got her out of some previous situations. 

Antonio smirked and took off her blindfold “We both know that's bullshit.” He held up the photos a goon had taken. Pictures of her and ilya together, one even a little scandalous from a club only taken last week.

Her eyes flashed, they were so careful. “You think he tells me what happens in his work? As I said, I am his possession, that’s what all women are to you. I’m used as pleasure for him.” She nodded at one of the photos. “Clearly.” 

“And that's why he gave you this?” he yanked the sapphire from her neck, examining it “And why you've been at the hospital so much before? Little song bird was trying to have a family with the raven?” He laughed

Lyra narrowed her eyes, “you’re a dead man walking.” She spat at his feet, “you’ll be dead by the end of the night once he knows what you’ve taken.” 

“Oh doll i'm aware of what's going to happen.” he tossed the jewel away and smirked “So for now, you and i are going to have a little chat.” He snapped and a goon brought in a cart of sharp objects and hot metal “And if you don't talk? Well i guess i have a new toy.”

Torture. Lyra’s mind started to race, she wouldn’t survive. She had to compromise, to her there was no option. “You’re trying to get under his skin? Hurting me will anger him.” She swallowed hard, “but if you want him furious….you already have what’s his…” 

“Maybe. But I could take more…” He squeezed her thigh and circled behind her, tracing her skin way too close to some areas “Now… you gonna tell me anything i need to know? Or shall I use you until he gets here?”

Her heart started to pound. Her wrists flinching against the binds. “I. won’t. Talk.” She stammered, she was trying to sound fearless, but on the inside she was trembling. 

Julian had gathered  his men. “Alright listen up. Antonio is expecting us to show up tonight. He has what’s mine and that won’t stand.” He growled. “ we need to get in and get out. We’ll wait until tomorrow, we’ll catch him off guard and his defenses will be low.” 

Portia nodded, “it will give us some time to gather resources.” 

The men were dispersed quickly and Julian sat back in his chair, all he felt was rage. If that bastard laid one finger on her, Julian would Seaver his head off himself. 

Antonio spent the night torturing lyra with minor things like tasers, groping and slapping. He was furious by sunrise, soaking her with ice cold water before going to give his men orders for the day.

Lyra hardly said anything. She refused to talk, she knew Julian would come for her and all would be fine. She couldn’t fail him now, there was no way. Her collar was a reminder of the love she had, and who she wanted to be with. If Lyra had to die tonight  then so be it, Julian was worth dying for and the engraving in the back of her collar was proof of that. Even though now after years of wearing it, Julian’s name was duller and looked a little cheap. 

Julian made sure security was tight before returning and sitting at eye level with Lyra, quiet for a moment before smirking “Bold choice by the way. To try and have kids in this life.” he was trying to mess with her.

“He has to pass down his line to someone.” She averted his gaze,“not that it matters anyway. As you already know, there aren't any children.” 

Everything was ready, it was just a waiting game as Julian sat a few blocks from Antonio’s turf. He was watching the guard looking for inconsistencies. Scouting the easiest way for a rescue. 

“I wonder who’s fault that is.” Antonio smirked and stood “ I mean the raven is a fine specimen. I wonder… did he choose a lame mate?” He laughed “Cant even produce a sire.”

Antonio wasn’t fighting physically, now he was fighting with words. That was something Lyra hadn’t had the crash course in. She tried to shove down the guilt. “I’m loved...despite my ability to have children. We haven’t given up, just you wait.” 

Outside, the guard shift changed. Antonio smiled and grabbed lyra’s chin “But just imagine all the heartbreak and disappointment that you caused. I wonder why he kept you around?” He dropped his grip and sighed “Must just be a useful cocksleeve.”

“I am more than that. We both grieved that day.” She muttered, her eyes threatened tears but she couldn’t let him see that he was winning. “He loves me. Otherwise I wouldn’t be wearing his name with pride everyday.” 

“Right.” Antonio grabbed a sharp cutter and walked behind her “Maybe it’s time we took his name off, Hm? That way you no longer bear his name. Just like your inability to bear his sire.” He was just being cruel now, but he yanked the collar.

She flinched, “You wouldn’t dare.” 

Julian sighed and saw what he was looking for, a pitfall in the system. With a satisfied chuckle, he drove out of his hiding place and returned back home. 

Antonio did dare. He was going to prove a point. That same day, an unmarked package arrived at the nest. Inside was Lyra's torn and cut collar and it’s broken sapphire. This was Antonio’s push at the raven.

Julian punched a nearby wall looking out the window, dusk was starting to arrive.

“THAT'S IT!” He shouted. “IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH, PASHA! Rally up the men!!! We’re GOING.” 

Portia tried to talk some sense into Julian but his mind was made up, he wanted his precious star safe. He wanted her NOW. 

At Antonio’s condo it was already a heated zone. The Pride had shown up to confront Antonio on his stupidity. All he wanted to do was show off his bait.

Julian arrived as darkness was starting to fall, everyone was hiding in the streets waiting for the right moment. Portia had a bad feeling about all of this, but she trusted her brother enough to let him do this. Even if it was reckless love blinding him in the moment. 

[livvywrites]

40 (idk pls tell), 41 (find tali, hide behind tali), 42 (have u finished a piece yet), 43 (yes), 44 (movies make more money but,, tv shows are cooler so idk man), 45 (tumblr,, sometimes wattpad), 46 (pls share), 47 (pls share), 48 (pls share), 49 (daydream), 50 (it has tali in it)

40. What is the most random fact you’ve ever learned while doing research for a story?

Hmmmm.

The phrase whistling up a storm originated from the age of piracy—it was forbidden to whistle on a ship because superstition said that it would actually cause a storm to come.

That’s the one that immediately came to mind, anyway, there may have been something more random.

41. What would you do if you were suddenly teleported into your WIP?

L m f a o.

That would be one thing. The other would be to try to learn magic because like—magic, man. & also to see a dragon.

(…we all know i’m not rly that brave i would totally be cowering behind somebody. probably lyr tho cause he’s more likely to protect me instead of charging ahead.)

42. How many drafts do you usually go through before you finish a piece?

Dunno. We’ll see :P

43. Has your writing ever made you cry?

I’ve choked up but never actually cried, no.

I used to be a real big cry baby when I was younger but. I don’t cry much now.

44. Would you rather have your WIP adapted into a movie or TV show?

TV show because u can fit more scenes/details in.

45. Where do you share your writing?

y u p. tumblr & wattpad. i used to post onto fictionpress, & ive shared fanfic on ao3

46. What’s your favorite line of your current WIP?

Elaena’s first line from TMQ draft 2 is lovely if i do say so myself—

“Really, darling, pointing a weapon at a guest? How rude!”

47. What’s the first sentence of your WIP?

i love draft 2’s first line so much okay—

Death surrounded her on all sides, and Jezebel had never felt safer.

48. What’s the last sentence you wrote?

uhhh. in general or for tmq? i’ll answer for the latter—

Feeling hunted was nothing new for Alinora. She had been watching over her shoulder every day since she left Mynera ten years ago. Being actively hunted, though—that was new, and she didn’t care for it.

49. What inspired you to write your WIP?

y u p.

crazy how that daydream has evolved though.

50. What’s your favorite thing about your WIP?

l m a o i think that’s UR favorite thing about my WIP 😂 though i admit i do love my pirate baby

my fave fave thing though is just like,,, all of the core characters & just. their relationships, their bonds, the LOVE that carries them through the story.

bc i’m a huge sap yknow

[creampuffqueen]

Worlds of Fire and Darkness | Chapter Seven (Asceline)

Read this on AO3! (Here) I love comments and asks, feel free to ask me anything!

Asceline Ashryver is in Orynth, at last, and stirring up trouble as she goes.

I hated to admit it, but dinner in Orynth was always more fun than dinner in Caraverre. Dinner in my land was a quiet affair, and sometimes I felt like I was intruding on my parents' date. Especially ever since Evangeline left to permanently live in Arran. At home I ate my food and made small talk, and then went to bed. My parents would ask what I had done during the day, but they already knew.

In Orynth, my cousins were always there at the very least. Lyria and Sam were like siblings to me, and the other four Galathyniuses were a riot, to say the least. I could entertain them for hours with my shifting. We usually came to Orynth, though, when events like this were happening. The Peace Ball was a week away, and for the whole week I would be spending time with both my cousins and my friends.

The Lochans were something else. There were just as many of them as there were Galathyniuses, but they always felt more intense. Though that was mostly Marion being Marion. The little girl was a demon.

Miran Owen was here, sitting quietly and eating, likely monitoring the conversations around him. Nox Owen's son, he and his family were always invited because of Nox's accomplishments in the war. The Allsbrooks, too, were here. Which meant Leo.

I was staring. Leo looked away from his sister, Rose, and caught my eye. My cheeks heated up and I averted my gaze back to Sam, who had gone very still beside me.

"Sam?" I asked softly, reaching to touch his arm. My older cousin shifted suddenly, turning so fast away from me it was startling. Confused, I turned as well to see what had gotten his attention. It was Lyria, her face resting in her hands as she gazed at Folas Lochan. Her pine green eyes were far away from here and she had some sappy smile glued to her face, the same way her own gaze seemed attached to the Lochan boy.

Oh. That's why Sam was looking the way he was. Confusion danced his eyes, mostly, but there was a small bit of betrayal. I held back my snort. Did he not know about Lyria and Folas? Well, this was more interesting that Caraverre, and we'd barely sat down.

"You're so funny." Lyria giggled, almost girlishly, making me hide my cringe. If Folas noticed, he didn't care, because he just kept talking. Even though we were seated fairly close, the sheer amount of people at the long table made it hard for me to hear, and I wished I had Fae hearing. I could have shifted my ears, but that would cause too much distraction. And I was here for the drama.

Lyria had told me of her massive crush on Folas several months earlier, on a visit. She'd spent the whole day going on and on about him, and if I didn't know him personally I would have thought he was a god. But of course, I'd grown up with the Lochans and was not fooled by some love-struck princess. The thought had me making extra sure I wasn't looking at Leo again. Love-struck princess indeed.

"And he said, 'think you can beat me that easily, little half-breed? Well think again!' and then he tried to grab me, but I was too fast-" Folas was animatedly telling a tale of how he'd gotten one of the guards fired from the estate. Lyria looked entranced, and Sam looked like he wanted to disappear into the plush seats and beat up his sister at the same time.

"That's not what happened!" From beside her brother, little Marion piped up, stabbing a few green beans on her fork and shoving them in her mouth.

"You weren't there," Folas protested. "And chew with your mouth closed or Mom will have a fit." In response Marion smacked her food loudly, showing off the green mush in her mouth. I nearly gagged. Sam looked slightly green at my side.

"I saw him after, he wasn't beat up." Marion pointed her fork at Folas accusingly before scooping a lump of mashed potatoes and smacking on those. "You're a liar!" She squealed around her food. Marion abandoned her utensils at this point and simply picked up her cut of roast chicken between her fingers. Now even Folas looked nauseous.

"Well maybe I exaggerated a bit-"

"Liar liar pants on fire. Lyria should light your pants on fire for being a liar." Marion nodded decisively, flicking her dark hair out of the way. Somehow, in her rampage on the food, it had come undone from the braid it was in.

"I'm not lighting anyone's pants on fire, Marion." Lyria's voice was normal again, thank gods, not in the stupid high pitch it was whenever Folas so much as looked at her.

"Maybe I will. You should watch out tonight, big brother." Folas had the good sense to shudder only after his little sister turned away. Sabron, the next oldest Lochan boy, seemed inclined to take the little one away and deposit her back to her parents, which I thought was a good idea. To spare my stomach from looking at the way Marion was eating, I glanced the other way, down the long table.

I wondered if Leo could sense when people were looking at him. Because he seemed deep in conversation with my sister, Evangeline, but the moment I turned my gaze his way he stopped talking and looked back at me. I didn't even have time to feel a pang of jealousy at him talking to my sister (Even though she was nearly twice his age) because I was too busy trying not to combust under his eyes.

I don't know what it was about Leo. In all honesty most would expect me to be attracted to his sister, Rose. She was as perfect as perfect could be. Maybe it was the way Leo seemed different than all the others I'd liked in the past. He was different, I was sure. And normally had no problem expressing my feelings, but with Leo I turned into a stuttering mess. As I was now. My whole face was probably red. I looked away, deciding to risk Marion's food massacre instead of... whatever was happening.

I had missed a large chunk of conversation while staring at Leo, and was completely confused. Lyria was back to her stupid girly grin, fluttering her lashes at Folas told another undoubtedly false tale. I'd fought him before, and he was strong, but not strong enough to take down Vaughan, as he was describing. It was good that he'd at least decided to tell falsehoods about someone who wasn't present tonight to prove him wrong.

"Liar liar." Marion chanted, mouth full of food. She'd gotten soup on the tips of her hair. "Liar liar."

"Hush, you." Folas demanded finally, scowling at his sister. "And for gods' sake, chew with your mouth closed. Nobody wants to see that shit."

"That's a bad word!" Marion cried. She looked inclined to stand on her chair, but Sabron quickly grabbed her and pulled her to his side. Marion kicked, but didn't scream, instead aiming her little five-year-old fists at his jaw. Sabron didn't even flinch.

Folas rolled his eyes with a sigh, letting his younger brother deal with his sister while he continued to try and woo my cousin. Gods, they were dumb. Could neither realize the other was interested in them? Sam hadn't touched any food on his plate, and a near predatory gaze filled his eyes.

Groaning, I shoved Sam back to the present, pulling him down to my level so I could whisper in his ear, "Let Lyr do what she wants. She's a grown female, for gods' sake, and you're her brother, not her keeper." Sam pouted, but said nothing. He picked up his fork and knife and ate his food slowly.

Marion, who'd had enough by now of her brother holding her down, squirmed out of his grip and dashed under the table. Before Sabron could duck down there to grab her, I felt her scramble against my legs and out the other side, where she proceeded to make a beeline for her father. Lord Lorcan Lochan picked up his daughter and set her on his lap with a kiss to her soup-stained hair. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Marion had her father at her beck and call.

"And that's why I'm glad to be an only child." I muttered. Folas practically pricked his ears at my words, and abandoned his larger-than-life story to glare at me.

"You have a sister, Ashryver."

"But I'm the youngest." I argued. "So if anyone in my family was like your sister, it was me. But I don't remember any of it. Maybe I was just an angel child."

"Doubt it." Folas snorted.

"Folas is right. I remember you as a baby, and you were a demon." Lyria chuckled.

"Now you're all ganging up on me!" I protested. "I feel hurt! Lyr, I trusted you!" I dramatically threw my head back and fake-wailed softly, which earned a few giggles from further down the table. Probably Evalin.

"Well anyway-" Folas attempted to start another story, no doubt to impress Lyria, but I quickly interrupted him.

"And you too Folas! I thought you were my friend! And now you're calling me as bad as your sister!"

As if on cue, every single Lochan boy snarled at the same time, and I grinned. One sure way to get a Lochan fired up was to insult their siblings. Especially Marion. The little girl could be a joy, but she was usually worse than her brothers, proven by the fact her plate looked like a war-zone and the small bruise welling on Sabron's jaw. She didn't mean to hurt him, I was sure, but she was incredibly used to getting her way.

"Don't talk about Marion like that." Folas growled. Lyria just raised her golden brows at me, as if saying I deserved the tongue-lashing that was sure to follow in moments. Sam flashed me a pitying look.

"Our sister is not bad, Asceline." Amias glared at me as he spoke, venom spewing from his mouth.

"Coulda fooled me." I purred, effectively signing my death warrant. I saw Lyria roll her eyes at me, and I flashed her a feral grin. I could stand to burn off some energy by throwing the Lochans on their asses. Granted, they'd hand me my own ass in a few moments if they worked together, but I had been itching for a fight all afternoon in the wagon.

Before they could all lunge at me, my Aunt Aelin called from the head of the table, "Is everyone enjoying dinner? Emrys has been perfecting this meal for weeks!"

All the dark haired boys sat down again, at least the ones who had stood. A chorus of "yes!" and "it's delicious!" followed my aunt's question. Aelin beamed from her seat, promising to tell her cook he did well. The meal was delicious, but after Marion I'd rather lost my appetite. At least for food.

The rest of the meal passed quietly, with me trying not to scoff too hard at Folas and Sam trying to reign in his murderous gaze. I was right, and he knew it. Territorial Fae bastard. When everyone was finished, Aunt Aelin and Uncle Rowan led the procession into the drawing room for socializing. Lyria all but perched on the arm of Folas's seat, but instead came to her senses slightly and sat on a chair next to him. Sam and I were on a couch across from them, Sabron and Amias in other chairs. Folas attempted to start another story, but his brothers must have gotten sick of his bullshit, because they roped us all into a conversation instead.

"How have you all been?" Amias asked casually. A good conversation starter, but one that Folas couldn't bring back to himself easily.

"I've been very well." Lyria said, smiling softly. Ever the princess. Sam echoed her, mentioning that his training was going well. I could have sworn Lyria grimaced at the words, but it was so quick I couldn't say for sure.

"And how about you, Ashy?" Amias turned his attentions to me.

I snorted, "Don't call me that."

"Yes, but if I gave you a nickname based off your real name I would end up just calling you Ass, which I don't think you'd appreciate." That was true. I blamed my parents for my very un-nicknamable name.

"If I gave you a nickname I would call you Amy, so how about that?" I shot back. "Just call me by my real name."

But Amias, or Amy, as I would be calling him from now on, didn't have time to speak before someone sat down on the arm of the couch, right next to me. I looked up to see Rose, with Leo standing next to her. Rose gave her perfect little grin and brushed the hair out of her face. And I certainly didn't miss Leo dragging his own fingers through his dark hair. He and his sister looked nothing alike, which was baffling to me. With Lyria and Sam you could at least tell they were related, but with Leo and Rose you honestly couldn't.

"What have you been up to, Asceline dear?" Rose practically purred. Her beauty could put the Fae to shame. And that was coming from someone who's cousin was one of the most gorgeous Fae I'd ever met. Though, to be fair, I hadn't met many Fae.

"Not much. Lady training, battle training, weapon training. Training in general." Rose nodded at my words, blue eyes sparkling.

"Us too," She said simply, gesturing to her younger brother. Leo nodded, not meeting anyone's eyes. His gaze was on the picture hanging above the fireplace, the picture of the whole royal family, right after the twins were born.

"Leooooo," Lyria trilled, "The real royals are right here." The Allsbrook boy snapped back to reality, turning to fully face us.

"Yes, how have you all been?" He asked.

"I'm sick of that question. I've been fine, thank you, but ask me something different." Lyria's lips curved upwards in a smirk, and Leo just shook his head. Most people would be terrified of upsetting their princess, especially one who wielded fire and ice as easily as she could talk, but we'd all grown up together. Lyria was joking, and Leo knew it.

"Fine. Ashy, how are your dogs?" Lyria opened her mouth, obviously going to protest no longer being the center of attention, but Sabron cut her off with a grin.

"She doesn't like to be called Ashy, you know."

"I don't mind-"

"Not from him you don't." Sabron cackled, and I contemplated tackling him, but quickly decided I didn't need to be stuck in extra manners lessons as punishment.

"Whatever. My dogs are fine, thanks for asking, Leo." I could hardly meet his eyes, but I did anyway, hoping it would put Sabron off from what he undoubtedly knew now and would use against me. My heart skipped a beat as I locked eyes with Leo Allsbrook.

"Ashy's got a-" This time it was Lyria who shut up the Lochan. I turned, ready to kick Sabron in the balls, and found Lyria half-dragging him away to go get a drink. Leo looked midly startled, and I prayed he hadn't heard him. Rose gave me a knowing look before standing up from her perch and placing a perfect hand on her brother's arm, and then they were gone as quickly as they'd come, and I was sitting on the couch, still reeling from the beauty that was Leo Allsbrook.

[seokminfilm]

positions | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, newlyweds au, baby fever, sweet seokmin, pet names (seokmin uses baby, reader uses sweetheart), mentions of children, mentions of baby fever, reader is called a pretty mother, lots of kissing and loving on each other, seokmin soft hours

🪄 summary, seokmin had to have this conversation with you at one point, but he didn't think it would be this soon and this desperate, either.

🪄 author's note, this was suggested by a lyrnon (lyr + anon = lyrnon btw)! i saw this and knew i had to do it because my life would not be complete without this fic in it....anyways, enjoy!! (dad seokmin ftw)

🪄 now playing, positions, ariana grande

🪄 word count, 1004 (omg jeonghan's birthday i'm going insane...) | for @kstrucknet

"They kept telling us congratulations over and over and over again," Seokmin laughs lightly, and you nod, blushing as you settle into bed. No matter how long you and Seokmin are married, you'll never get tired of this giddy feeling you get in your stomach when you get ready to sleep.

"They were all so cute though. I love your nieces and nephews." You sigh, and Seokmin nods as he lays on your chest. You curl his soft, brown strands between your fingers, humming a tune as Seokmin strips himself of his black frames, revealing his pretty eyes and even prettier beauty mark.

Your husband, Seokmin (wow, that was still really weird to even think), had finally taken you to meet his extended side of the family today.

The joy-filled wedding had taken a toll on you, and you had been stuck at home for the past week, sick with a surprise cold (to which Seokmin quickly stepped into his husbandly duties and took care of you to the best of his ability).

Even now, he was still so tender with you, kissing you with little force and always asking to hold your hand wherever and whenever he wanted to. His touch felt different─it was sure and stable, and you loved the feeling of his fingers encasing yours at the most intimate times you think you've ever had with him.

"Seokmin?" You ask softly, scared he's fallen asleep. He's been quiet for the past five minutes, still, warm body against yours.

"I'm still awake, baby, I'm sorry. I'm just thinking." Seokmin's voice is soft, hushed in the sweetest way you think you've ever heard it be. Smiling, you press a kiss to Seokmin's scalp, breathing in his lavender-scented shampoo.

"Thinking?" You repeat, and Seokmin nods, slowly sitting up and taking his head off of your chest as he turns to look at you.

"Thinking about what, sweetheart?" You ask, and Seokmin studies you for a second, his dark brown eyes raking over your figure dwarfed in his windbreaker. It sends him spiraling, feeling like a teenager in high school with the way he's staring at you.

"I'm thinking about you," Seokmin answers, and you smile, grabbing a decorative pillow as you place it in your lap. "What about me?" Teasing, you tilt your head to the side a bit, reveling in the way Seokmin smiles at you.

"It may be too soon though." Seokmin frowns just slightly, pretty face falling just a bit as you shake your head, nervousness building in your chest nevertheless as you shake your head.

"Don't say that, Min. You haven't even told me what it is yet." You smile simply, patting the top of Seokmin's hand as you twist the ring on his finger─your vow and promise to him.

"What if you're not saying that when I actually tell you what I'm thinking about?" Seokmin pouts, lips jutted out as you lean in, giving them a quick peck as you smile.

"No way," You whisper, fingertips grazing Seokmin's jawline as you sigh dreamily, obviously in love with him. "Tell me, Seokmin. Please?"

The question at the end of your confirmation breaks Seokmin even more, and he can't stop himself, finally opening his mouth as he glances away for a split second, as if to try to recollect himself. After a few seconds of silence, Seokmin looks back to you, trying not to shudder when you lean your head on his shoulder, warm breath tickling his neck.

"You'd be such a pretty mother, baby. I just...I feel it in my soul." Seokmin's statement makes your face heat up faster than you thought it would, and you inhale sharply, holding your breath.

"Me? A pretty mother?" You ask in disbelief, and Seokmin smiles, nodding as he shyly looks at the ground.

"When you were taking care of my sister's newborn daughter, I─" Seokmin sighs, eyes locked on yours as he chews at your lip. "I thought of you with my baby in your arms."

You fall silent, unable to really form proper words. You had never seen this side of Seokmin before─it was new, seeing him so flustered and so hushed about one of his many thoughts. He always was one to voice his ideas and voice them loudly, but this...this was different from anything he's ever told you.

"It's really weird, I know. I just..." Seokmin trails off, face heating up as he swallows. "I just really want us to start a family. It would be nice."

Eyes falling to the sheets, your cheeks start to hurt from how wide you're smiling, and you look back up at Seokmin, nearly flinging yourself on him as you hug him tightly. He's obviously surprised, gasp escaping him as you kiss his neck, and he giggles just seconds later, obviously enamored with your reaction.

"How would this be too soon, Seokkie?" You ask, and Seokmin shakes his head, looking down bashfully as he huffs.

"I don't know, I just...I didn't think you would want to take it that far just yet." Seokmin's voice is soft and innocent, and it makes you smile, taking his chin in your hand as you tilt his face up to look at it. His big brown eyes are sparkling with the light of the bedroom, and you can see the sparkles in it as you shake your head.

"I'm ready for anything you are. I love you so much I'd do anything you ask me without thought." You say softly, leaning in as your lips softly graze Seokmin's. His eyes flutter shut, and he sighs under you, hands placed in your lap as he brushes his hands over your thighs.

"Anything?" He asks quietly, voice a low rumble as his thick eyebrows raise into his bangs. You nod, smiling as you kiss the tip of his pointed nose.

"Absolutely anything, Seokmin."

The smile that comes on your husband's face suddenly makes your will to live for him a little bit longer (as if it wasn't already infinitely long).

[seokminfilm]

those big brown eyes | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: intended lowercase (omg lyr is trying something new), non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, kissing, fluff, pet names ('baby'), reader is a sucker for seokmin's big brown doe eyes (who wouldn't be)

now playing: golden hour, jvke requested by: my sweetie pookie @realmofclouds

shuffling through the house after finishing your cleaning spree in the kitchen, you peak your head in the living room, smiling as you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone without a care in the world.

"what do you want for dinner?" you ask, approaching your boyfriend as he looks up from the screen, a smile on his handsome, pointed features as his horn-rimmed glasses catch the light and wink at you.

"whatever you want, baby. i'm very hungry, so i'm not picky." seokmin muses, and you nod, looking down at him as he reaches for his phone again.

seokmin's hair had changed—it was shorter now, cut neatly, but still brushed across his forehead in the cutest way possible. the familar checkered hoodie you had bought him to wear wasn't too tight, but was compressing just enough to show his muscles straining as he stretched like a tired cat. those horn-rimmed glasses—damn those things—sat on seokmin's sharp nose neatly, pretty, sparkling brown eyes and equally pretty, long eyelashes sitting under their rims.

oh, did your boyfriend look like an angel from heaven.

"seokmin, you're so very pretty," you say out of the blue, and seokmin looks up at you, phone froze in his hands as his cheeks start to heat up. "you are too, baby."

"no, minnie, i wanna focus on your face right now, okay?" you say, hands flying to his warming face as seokmin pauses. his eyes are cloudy, but focused just enough to where he could see the little imperfections on your face that he had memorized from the first time he kissed you.

seokmin stares up at you with those big, sparkling, dark brown eyes of his—they wink in the sunset, a testament to his gaze locked onto you. without thinking, your hand pulls away to trace one singular finger across your favorite features of his—the sharp slope of his strong nose, the small beauty mark that graced his cheek and nose, the soft curve of his upper lip.

even his long eyelashes and curve of his strong cheekbones scream at you, taunting you and whispering nothing but "kiss him" over and over again.

"the voices are telling me to kiss you." you whisper, and seokmin almost breaks eye contact, eyes welling up with tears as he fights back from the laughter that erupts from him just seconds later.

"i was going to ask if the voices were good or bad, but they're telling you to kiss me, so they're probably good." seokmin says, voice deep and calming as you lean down, breath fanning over seokmin's face as you bring a hand under his chin.

"i think i'll listen to them." you smile gently, and seokmin doesn't stop you, brown eyes still shimmering as he sweetly whispers, "don't let me stop you, baby."

his lips feel like sparks on yours, and you nearly loose your footing as his hand snakes around your waist before he pulls you down, bringing you to fall on the couch lightly, his legs spread to make room for you in the middle.

seokmin's hands are warm, and his slender fingers graze your back in just the perfect way—your skin tickles with goosebumps as your lips continue to mesh with his, and once you pull away, both you and him are floored.

"that was amazing." you whisper, shocked by seokmin's ministrations, even if you started the kissing session. seokmin smiles at you, pure joy lighting up his face as his hands are still on your waist.

"and you're amazing, so of course i have to show it to you too, baby." seokmin gives you another soft peck on your lips, still burning from seokmin's breathtaking kiss.

"if you look at me with those big brown puppy eyes, i'll get nothing done," you muse, and seokmin looks up at you with those exact eyes, causing you to become flustered and finally get the urge to push yourself back up from in between seokmin's legs.

"okay, for real, i'm going to make dinner now." you say, and seokmin watches you as you go, phone back in his hand. "okay, baby."

"i'm leaving now, for real." you say again, eyes darting between the kitchen doorway and seokmin's frame. he smiles at you, knowing what you want, but pretends to play dumb and stand there.

"okay. bye now." you say, and after a few minutes of standing at the door pitifully, seokmin stands up, chuckling as he walks to you and extends his hand.

"now, let us cook." seokmin smiles jokingly, and you can't help but laugh, leading your boyfriend into the kitchen with butterflies in your stomach.

[seokminfilm]

mosquito | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, fluff, established relationship, clingy seokmin, pet names (reader uses 'sweetheart' and seokmin uses 'baby' & 'love'), lyr in her soft seokmin hours

now playing: mosquito, pinkpantheress

As you scanned the shelves for a jar of tomato sauce, your phone rang in your pocket, vibrating against your body. Picking it up, you sighed when you saw the name on the screen, answered it, and brought the phone to your ear as you sighed. "Seokmin."

Your boyfriend was known for his clingy nature—all of his friends and your friends knew about his attachment to you, and teased him for it. You couldn't go very far or long without him texting or calling you to ensure you were okay; you thought it was adorable, but in some situations (like this one) it was slightly exasperating.

"I miss you, love. When are you coming home? Where are you?" Seokmin's voice had a pout to it, and you could imagine his face from your spot in the sauce aisle—brown eyes wide with his soft lips jutted out like a child having a tantrum.

"Sweetheart, I'm on my way. I'm shopping for dinner tomorrow and picking up some extra groceries. Just a few more things on my list and I'm done." You reassure him, voice calm as a sigh tumbles through the phone's speakers.

"Please hurry up. Please—I want to see you. It's been almost all day since we've talked face to face," Seokmin wasn't lying either, and your heart clenched at his words: your workplace was busy today, and you didn't get time to call him on your lunch break like usual. It's been hours since you've heard his voice, and now he's calling you every forty-five minutes because of the simple fact.

"I'll hurry up, Seokkie, I promise." You smile, and Seokmin falls silent for a few seconds, humming in response as you start to push the cart and hang up on him.

"No—please don't hang up on me," Seokmin's rich voice is now high-pitched and whiny, and you sigh, tempted to rub your temples as you go to the location of the last item on your list.

"I'll stay with you on the phone, okay? Just don't hang up on me. I want to hear your voice, baby." Seokmin's in his whiny mode, but you sigh nevertheless, agreeing as Seokmin now has a smile in his voice. "Tell me how your day has been."

Listening to Seokmin's words like he's the mature one here, you tell him about your day, detailing everything that went on from beginning to end. Seokmin listened intently, adding comments when he wanted to and complimenting you for how you handled certain situations.

"Well, I've got to check out our groceries now," You sigh, pulling your cart into a checkout aisle. "Do you really have to go now, though?" Seokmin was still persistent—it didn't even really annoy you anymore, you were just so surprised he missed you this bad.

"Seokmin, yes, I do. Call me in five minutes, okay? I'll answer," you promise him. Seokmin falls quiet on the other side of the phone, obviously thinking about the promise you just made to him.

"You better answer. I'm serious." Seokmin's voice is devoid of emotion, highlighting his seriousness. You smile and say goodbye, but it takes about ten extra minutes because Seokmin insists on using every pet name in the book before finally telling you he loves you. Once the call ends, you sigh and begin to quietly unload the cart.

After you finish paying for the goods and take them to the car, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pick it up, unsurprised that he was there and waiting for you.

"You're a diligent boyfriend, aren't you?" You chuckle, bundled up as you stuff yourself in three jackets and walk to your car with a wet nose and awful cough.

"The very best," Seokmin's voice is soft and sweet, and you giggle at his words, finishing your load up as you crank on the engine and start heading out. "I'm on my way home. I'm gonna see you soon," You smile, and Seokmin cheers on the other side of the phone, obviously ready to see you as his voice raises in pitch.

"I can't wait to have you back in my arms, love. I'll leave you alone while driving, okay? Drive well." Seokmin's goodbye makes your heart flutter, and you speed down the street, ready to give yourself to a selfless boyfriend like he was.

You felt on cloud nine when Seokmin hung up, and you sped down the road even faster, ready to soothe all of your sweet boyfriend's clingy worries and concerns.

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[seokminfilm]

faithful | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluffy (at the beginning & end), jealous seokmin, cursing, seokmin uses petnames (baby), reader uses nicknames, kissing, reader has an ex, reader thinks jealous seokmin is kind of attractive, seokmin apologizes to reader, lyr has too much fun describing seokmin pt. 92809423, happy/wholesome ending

now playing: faithful, wild east radio word count: 2069 (holy....) (for @kstrucknet)

lyr's notez: thank you @heechwe we all say in unison (she came up w this) 🤍 also....the 2nd/right picture has me feeling some type of way because holy....oh lord

As you and your boyfriend spent your Saturday afternoon parading the aisles of your local grocery store, the two of you couldn't help but be all over each other, nearly running into shelves left and right because you two couldn't keep your eyes off each other.

Seokmin was in an outfit you had never seen him in before, and it made you feel something─it was simple: a black turtleneck and a dark pair of jeans laced with a sleek, silver buckled belt.

His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his sculpted forearms and tanned skin underneath. Your head was cloudy enough just looking at his outfit, but it got even worse when you looked at his face.

He was wearing those stupid black frames again─the ones you had bought him a few months ago for a surprise─and they perfectly sat on his nose. His smile was a bright, butterfly-inducing white as he scrolled on his phone, reading the grocery list. You almost kissed him in the middle of the frozen food section when he helped a lady's kid reach something on the higher shelf, paternal instincts kicking in without his knowledge.

"Did we get the salt?" Seokmin's voice awakens you from your reverie, and you nod, obviously flustered that he caught you in that state. He looks at you and smiles, knowing what's going through your head as his hand brushes yours. "Stay focused, baby."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one having to hold themselves back from flinging themselves on their boyfriend because he looks so attractive in the outfit he's wearing." You say while locking eyes with him. Seokmin gets a kick out of this, a smile coming on his face as he kisses your forehead.

"Who told you I wasn't also trying to hold myself back? You don't know─I may want to kiss you really badly right now," Seokmin's voice is playful as he gives you a sweet side glance, and you can't help but laugh, propelling the cart forward as the two of you laugh at each other's antics.

As you and Seokmin browse the produce section (Seokmin really doing all the hard work while you just hang back and admire the sushi a few steps away), Seokmin's hands find their place on your waist, shocking you as he presses you against the cart.

His lips hover just above your ear, and he leans in, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you just to reach around you to get his phone.

"Min, what was that all about?" You ask confused, body warm from his touch. You were already flustered─he was just making it worse.

"That guy keeps looking at you," Seokmin's voice is suspicious as he continues to push the cart, and you glanced over at who he was talking about, eyes widening as you met eyes with him.

It was your toxic ex-boyfriend who had left you for another girl two years ago, and he was back in town─without a girlfriend, might you add.

"Do you know him, baby?" Seokmin's voice is louder now that you two have turned the corner. He's curious: the man stared at you like he was familiar with you, and it made Seokmin sick to his stomach. The way his eyes sparkled when he watched you...Seokmin fumed quietly, knowing that he alone was supposed to watch you like that.

"That's my ex. He's...." You trail off, and Seokmin finishes it for you, eyebrows falling into a serious look. "I remember. You told me about him." Seokmin's voice had a darker edge to it, one you had never heard before.

Seokmin was always mild-mannered and polite, even when he had a strong opinion or dislike of something. This─the side of Seokmin you were seeing now─was very new to you. 

You couldn't lie and say you didn't think it was really attractive.

“Hey!” A familiar voice from behind you interrupts your thoughts about your boyfriend, and you turn around and lock eyes with your ex. There’s a surprising kindness in his gaze that catches you off guard, leaving you frozen and unsure of how to respond.

“Oh─hi!” You try to be polite, hoping your smile doesn’t come off as a grimace. Seokmin smiles beside you, trying to be polite: he remembers everything you told him, and he tries to push the thoughts of rising anger away, wanting to be cordial and polite in the situation.

“How are you? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Your ex comes in for a hug, but you refuse, stepping back as you just nod. Your ex notices this, face dropping slightly as his grin turns to a straight-lipped smile. “It has. I’ve been good, though.” 

“Well, that’s good to hear. Who’s this? I don’t think we’ve met before.” His question is directed at you, but his eyes are on Seokmin’s imposing frame as he speaks. Seokmin doesn’t back down, not affected by your ex’s judgemental stare.

“This is Seokmin, my boyfriend.” You gesture to Seokmin, and he nods, reaching out to shake hands with your ex as his voice is warm. “It’s nice to meet you.”

"It’s nice to meet you too.” Your ex’s voice is filled with sarcastic politeness as he takes Seokmin’s hand, retracting it as his eyes glare Seokmin’s way. You both could tell that he was disgusted by Seokmin: it wasn’t hard to notice, seeing how his lips turned into a slight sneer when Seokmin entered the conversations started by your ex.

Seokmin was threatened by the way he looked at you─he could tell your ex was making you uncomfortable, and it bothered him even more that he was subtly yet surely trying to flirt with you. It was something in the way your ex had given you backhanded compliments it with a little laugh in his voice as if mocking who you were and the man Seokmin was.

Slight dislike grew into disgust, and before he knew it, Seokmin’s rational thinking had flown out of the window. He was seeing stars from how angry he was getting.

“So how has Seokmin been? Treating you and caring for you, I mean.” Your ex’s question sounded so sarcastic you almost visibly winced, but you bit back the urge, smiling up at your boyfriend whose expression had already darkened three shades.

“Seokmin has done so much for me, and I’m really glad I met him. He's been a breath of fresh air after our disagreement.” You try to stay polite, but it becomes increasingly uncomfortable to listen to your ex speak about your boyfriend. In reality, Seokmin is the best thing that has ever happened to you.

“You look happy, don’t get me wrong. I just─I would have thought that you would have chosen better. You were never good at thinking or using your brain for anything other than being cute and reading too much into things.” Your ex scoffed unamusedly, and your eyes got watery as you stared down at the grown, face warming up at his words. 

His words dripped with sarcasm that pierced through you, leaving you feeling small and uncertain about your nature. Each comment was like the stab of a sharp knife, cutting and slicing all the positive things Seokmin told you every day. Even though you said you had gotten over your ex, and you had, those words still hurt. No matter who said them, words still hurt.

“Okay, woah. Don’t you dare say that about her. That’s so far from the truth.” Seokmin’s voice grew harder by the second as he stepped towards your boyfriend, anger radiating off him in thick waves.

His eyes were five shades darker, sharp and fierce as he looked at your ex with a burning hatred. Seokmin’s hand tightened around yours as he stared, unmoved by the stares he was garnering from other shoppers.

“What? I was just telling the truth. She has this habit of making decisions about her love life and then crying when it all goes wrong.” Your ex’s voice had a bite to it, and Seokmin didn’t falter, lips curving up into a sneer as he let go of your hand. His whole body is tense, on fire, and he wants nothing more than to punch your ex straight in his jaw and send him crying to his girlfriend (or lack thereof).

“You have some fucking nerve saying that about my girlfriend in front of me. I was trying to be polite and cordial throughout all of this, but as soon as you started talking from your ass, I forgot. Fuck off.”  The cursing from Seokmin sounds so foreign to you─you knew he was capable of it, but you never heard him do it around you. The venom behind his words was tangible, and if you were your ex, you would back off in fear of him.

Seokmin’s voice is so low and angry that it even shocks him in the back of his mind, but his face doesn’t register the thought. Your ex backs off, obviously shocked at the sharpness of his tone as well. He doesn’t say anything more, giving the two of you one last glance before he strolls away. 

Seokmin’s chest rises and falls quickly, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he pushes the cart to the checkout area. The whole time he’s eerily quiet, on edge as he pays for the groceries and loads them out into the back of his car.

You get in on the other side, still in shock at the Seokmin you saw in the aisle just a few minutes earlier. He was harsh─harsher than you had ever seen him be before. 

It was an eye-opener for you, and you found yourself being attracted to your boyfriend even more.

When Seokmin got into the car and buckled his seat belt up, his head hit the headrest with a hard bump, causing you to look over at him.

He was quiet as he stared up at the car’s ceiling, and you reached out to touch his forearm, smiling at him as he looked over at you.

“I’m really, really, really sorry, baby. I overreacted in there and what you saw wasn’t necessary and was uncalled for, and for that, I’m─” Seokmin was cut off by you leaning over the stick shift and kissing him, feeling the stress disappear from his shoulders. He went slack under your touch, lips feeling yours as he let you take over.

When you pulled away, Seokmin fell quiet, confused as you smiled to yourself. “Did I say something funny?” He asked, and you shook your head, looking out of the window as you buckled yourself up.

“No, Min. You were just─I was really shocked when I saw you get angry at him like that,” You said, and Seokmin looked down at his hands, sighing.

“I’m sorry. When he started talking to you I was already starting to get suspicious of him, but when he started saying those things to you…god, it fucking drove me insane.” Seokmin started to get riled up again, but you placed your hands on his forearm, and he slowly dwindled back down after a few breaths.

“Did I scare you or anything?” Seokmin asks sweetly, eyes looking at you worriedly as you shake your head. Pushing his bangs back from his face, you caress his cheek, watching him with love in your eyes as you shake your head again, slowly.

“No, Seok. I thought it was really attractive of you.” You say softly, a heat rushing to your cheeks as Seokmin smiles deviously. “Really?” 

“Yeah. It made me want to kiss you really badly.” Seokmin leans over to touch his lips to yours softly, making you gasp at the way he slowly tickles your cheek with his slender, graceful fingers.

Seokmin leans closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, “You should do that.” A playful giggle escapes your lips, and you can’t help but smile at the mischief in his eyes. With a teasing flutter of your heart, you weave your fingers through his soft, tousled curls, feeling the gentle silkiness beneath your touch. You pull him in just a little closer, your lips brushing softly against his, slightly swollen from previous kisses.

Savoring the moment, you whisper, “Don’t mind if I do, Minnie,” before closing the distance between you, tasting the sweetness of the connection you both share.

[livvywrites]

“I couldn’t hate you even if I wanted to.” pirate baby & gf

thank youuuuuuu. this one was super fun :o

modern!au ofc. p sure the ending kind of sucks but :shrug: 

Alinora hated her mouth sometimes. Most of the time, really. She was always saying things she didn’t mean. Always. She was too blunt, too harsh, too cruel. Her knee-jerk response was always something scathing, sarcastic, or sardonic. Somehow she had made friends despite that, but she knew, she knew that she was always one callous remark away from losing all of them.

And she was pretty sure that she had just lost her girlfriend.

She pushed her hand through her hair and knotted it at the root. She pulled sharply, grimacing at the dull ache lancing through her skull.

“Alinora?”

Alinora glanced up. The door was open. When did the door open? She hadn’t heard it. It usually creaked. Had Aishlynn oiled the hinges? (No, because when Asa came over just a little earlier, it had creaked. She’d jumped, and Talitha had teased her.) 

“What are you doing here?”

She was pretty sure Talitha had left. Not that Alinora blamed her. She didn’t want to be around herself most days, especially when she was more biting than usual. She still wasn’t sure what had set her off. A dozen little things, probably. All culminating in one highly insensitive comment.

“Uh, you invited me,” Talitha reminded, stepping into the room. She hesitated. “Am I not welcome?”

“No, no. You’re always welcome,” Alinora said, hurriedly. “I just... Don’t you hate me?”

Talitha snorted. “What, of course--” She stopped, then, and took a better look at Alinora’s face. Alinora wasn’t sure exactly what she looked like, only that her hair was a mess and her face felt hot. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes ached like she had been.

“Oh, Nora.” Talitha shut the door behind her and walked over, dropping to a crouch in front of her. “Darling, I couldn’t hate you even if I wanted to. Which I don’t, duh. You’re my girlfriend. The light of my life. The sun in my sky. My north star, my guiding light.” She took Alinora’s hands--one out of her hair, the other from around Alinora’s own waist--and brought them to her mouth. “You said something you shouldn’t have, but let’s be real. I stick my foot in my mouth all the time, and you’re still here.”

Alinora snorted. “Yeah, but it’s...”

“It’s the same,” Talitha cut her off. “Do you know how many times I’ve gone too far when I was bantering with your sister? Or how many times I accidentally made Ava cry? Or how often Lyr refused to talk to me for a few days? I can be just mean as you can, and one day, I’m gonna say something insensitive to you. And you’re going to say something cruel to me. But, y’know, it’s not the end of the world. We just have to try our best not to, and apologize when our best isn’t quite enough. It’s gonna be fine, babe.”

Alinora closed her eyes. She bent her head forward. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right,” Talitha quipped.

“You most certainly are not.”