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Work in progress: Together, in the same direction
A fic set in the same AU as All on my own, a TOG fic in which Nico and Yusuf deal with the ups and downs of parenting kid!Booker (with some help from aunties Quyhn and Andy). It is technically a sequel (there's a time gap of 33 years) but you shouldn't need to read AomO to understand the story.
In TitSD, Booker has been missing for eight years and suddenly comes back in Nile's life, his childhood best friend. The fic will be from Nile's POV with endgame Booker/Nile (though I want Nile and the sudden overhaul to her life to be the main focus) but this is perhaps one of the more Booker-focused scenes. Anyway, I just wrote this after eight months of being unable to write so you get the raw, unedited version as teaser :P
“Hi baba,” Basti says eventually.
“Where were you?” Yussuf demands, tears in his eyes. “What did you do? Why would you—do you have any idea how worried you were? The police asked if we wanted to declare you dead!”
Nile winces, rooted to the spot. she wants to interject, to say something in Basti’s defense…but she has thought all of this too. She wondered, and she asked, and as much as she empathizes with the way Basti hunches on himself she can’t make herself stop Yussuf, when he has even more of a right to know than she does.
“I’m sorry,” Basti sobs eventually, “Baba, I’m so sorry, I—”
“Oh,” Yussuf exclaims, anger and hurt vanishing from his voice entirely as he reaches up to pull Basti in a hug. “Oh, helwa, I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I was so scared and so sad for so long, and now you’re here and I’m yelling!”
“It’s okay,” Basti says while Nile breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s okay, I—”
“It’s not!” Yussuf cuts off.
Behind him, Nile can see Nico’s hand play with his collar, the way she’s always seen him do whenever Basti had an episode. It’s comforting and sad all at once, and when he catches her looking she can’t help but go to him and press their shoulders together.
“Baba,” Basti’s saying, it’s okay—”
“It isn’t, but thank you for pretending,” Yusuf says, shaking his head. Nile can’t see his face anymore from here, but it’s so easy to hear the smile in his voice. “Helwa—my son, my boy, I’m so happy you’re back.”
Yussuf pulls Basti in even tighter, burying his face in his shoulder, and then Basti does the same, and Nile watches them cry into each others’ neck. She feels Nico put his hand in hers at the same time she realizes she’s crying too, and when she turns to the side his cheeks are dry but his eyes are bright. Nile squeezes his hand, comforted when he squeezes back.
“'Ana jidun masrurun,” Yusuf says, muffled, and Basti sobs again and manages:
“Me too—aishtaqt lak kathiran ya 'abi.”
There is a long silence, broken only by Basti and Yusuf’s gentling sobs. In her hand, Nile can feel Nico’s fingers trembling. He’s quiet still, the same silence that made him seem so much more solemn than he truly is. It’s the same silence that used to scare Basti to death, convinced as he always was that one day it would break and give way to some great disappointment.
Even now, forty years old and a full head taller than his father, Basti can’t quite make himself look him in the eyes. Nile watches him extract himself from Yusuf’s embrace with slow movement, like he’d prefer to stay hidden in there forever. She tries to give him an encouraging smile, though she’s not sure he sees it, and then she steps away from Nico when he releases her hand.
She shuffles, awkward and raw from the tears that still linger in her eyes, and willingly goes into Yusuf’s arms when he opens them for her.
“Thank you for bringing him back,” he whispers in her ear.
Nile chuckles despite herself—wants to say she didn’t do anything, she just drove—but she lets Yusuf hug her and kiss her forehead, happy to soak in the comfort he’s always so willing to give. When she breaks the hug and turns to Basti again, she finds him standing with his face in Nico’s hands, the back of his ears crimson with emotion as he chokes:
“—but it wouldn’t have helped, papà. I was—I—” Basti sobs again, sounding almost like a little child, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his knuckles. “I wanted—I wanted—a way out. And there—there’s only two ways out; there’s—the slow one—or the fast one and I thought—I thought—”
“Oh, pìcolo,” Niccolò sighs, pulling Basti’s head down until their foreheads are touching, “sometimes you are like me in the ways I least wished you to be.”
Nile gasps and feels herself move to speak, but Yusuf’s hand on her shoulder roots her in place. In front of her, she sees Basti try to jerk away, but Niccolò holds him tight and sighs:
“That’s not what I meant.
“Papà—”
“I told you, didn’t I? That I didn’t choose to stop talking to my family.”
Nile has never heard this story. She winces, even as Basti nods, and tries to step back, but Yusuf catches her hand on his shoulder and holds on tight.
“You’re family,” he mouths when she looks at him. “You can stay.”
“I thought it would be fitting,” Nico is saying when Nile swallows and looks back at him. “To die in a place known for the very thing I didn’t want to be, when even Jerusalem had failed to change me.”
Twenty-six years earlier
“No but really,” Nile insisted, ignoring the way her mom tries to shush her, “how did you meet?”
“Nile,” Mom said on her right, Jordan snickering on her left, “if they don’t want to tell the story they don’t have to.”
“No,” Niccolò said eventually, “it’s alright.”
He had very, very blue eyes, the kind that made it easy to forget he and Seb weren’t related. He spoke quietly, seriously, like every answer to every question was important. Sometimes, it made him feel almost austere—that was a new word Nile had heard in school and it suited him—and it scared Seb, but it was also nice to be taken seriously.
“We met in Tel-Aviv. Yusuf was there on annual leave.”
“From Egypt,” Yusuf chimed in, smiling as he reached for his husband’s hand. “Homosexuality is illegal there, you know…so sometimes I gave myself a week to go be gay somewhere where it was okay.”
Nile nodded, trying to look a little like she understands the feeling, even though she didn’t really. She already knew about Egyptian law, because Seb had wanted to do a presentation about the history of marriage equality in their Civic Education class last year. Seb had even mentioned his parents had lived there for a while, despite the risks, so that part wasn’t surprising.
“And I was there because I was gay and didn’t want to be,” Niccolò said, sighing, something like a sad smile at the corner of his mouth. “I wanted to prove to myself that I could decide to be straight.”
“Fortunately, our love was meant to be,” Yusuf chimed in, smiling so bright even Seb—who had rolled his eyes when Niccolò started the story—couldn’t help but smile in answer. “We met, and we talked, and we parted ways—”
“You left,” Niccolò pointed out, quiet but smiling.
“I did, I did,” Yusuf admitted, nodding his head with his eyebrows raised high. “And that was almost the biggest mistake of my life—but! I came back!”
“You did,” Niccolò concedes in turn.
“I searched all the bars and all the restaurants I could think of to find the beautiful man who had stolen my heart and soul,” Yusuf continued, “but I couldn’t find a single trace of him! Even on my very last day—you should have seen me: I was trekking through the streets with my cabin luggage, staring at strangers like a possessed man—”
“You should have combed your hair,” Niccolò said, mock serious, and Nile heard Seb snort in laughter at the same time she did.
“Hayati, I am trying to be romantic,” Yusuf protested, making Seb scoff.
“That’s your default state, Baba.”
“Thank you,” Yusuf said, “I’m glad you noticed. Now, as I was saying—”
“He found me,” Niccolò said, finding Yusuf’s eyes and holding his gaze. “He saved me. I’ve never needed another altar since.”
#The Old Guard#Sebastien Le Livre#Yusuf Al Kaysani#Niccolo Di Genova#Nile Freeman#TOG Fic#Fic: Together in the same direction#Matt writes#LISTEN#I'm just really happy I wrote this#In fact I'm so happy I may try to write more once I posted this even though it's technically bedtime#So there it is have fun y'all
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It would have been more convenient if inspiration could have struck about work stuff more advanced/older projects like Times Between Us or Papa Mousesack, but inspiration did strike, so here's a scene from the Nile-centric, Book of Nile fic I started in a Discord server last year and genuinely do want to finish now.
For context: Basti here is Booker, and he's been missing for about eight years.
Nile is just done pouring herself a nice cool glass of rosé, bra off and suit chucked away in profit of her comfiest shirt and short combo, when there’s a knock at the door that makes her groan. Rubbing at her eye, she gives up on the pizzeria menu she was eyeing and makes her way to the door, ready to be her most polite self while she turns nosy Madame Pons away…only when she opens the door, Madame Pons is nowhere to be found.
Instead, there’s a blonde man with close-cropped hair and no beard, large bag under cornflower blue eyes, and a bring blue scarf that clashes against the maroon of his shirt and the khaki of his jacket. He’s swimming in his clothing, cheeks hollow under the faintly wrinkled corner of his eyes. He looks weary, most of all, but also almost scared. Or maybe not fear exactly but—well. Nile can’t really put her finger on it.
She watches the stranger bring a hand up to his neck and scratch at the back, and her heart speeds up, something tensing her whole body even as the man grows red in the face and says:
“Hi.”
Nile’s free hand flies to her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes before she fully realizes what’s happening.
“Hi,” she manages, ending on a strangled note even as a flood of emotion engulfs her.
She can hear them all in her ears: incredulous joy and pained anger, the shock of seeing a face she thought she’d lost forever—the sheer cognitive dissonance of starting this evening bored and dissatisfied with her life in general only to feel like a miracle just landed on her doorstep.
“I should have called ahead,” Basti says, sounding and looking very much like it’s a struggle to get the words out for him too. “But I wasn’t sure…listen, I’m—”
It’s been eight years since Nile last saw Basti, eight years since she last heard his voice, but she remembers him and what he does and there is no word in the entire world she wants to hear less from him than ‘sorry’ right now—so she unsticks herself from the door and, standing on the tip of her toes, she throws her arms around his shoulders and squeezes as hard as she can.
She doesn’t mean to sag in his arms, but as soon as her hugs her back it’s like her knees just give out in sheer relief—like her body didn’t believe this was really happening until the bony warmth of him seeped through the thin cotton of her shirt. She does sag, though, and Basti must be even weaker than he looks because they both stumble to the ground right there, in the carpeted hallway of her floor where anyone can walk past and gawk.
#Book of Nile#The Old Guard#Nile Freeman#sebastien le livre#when will I finish it?#good question#but we're at least working on it#for now#fic: together in the same direction#Matt writes
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It always seems like such a good idea in the moment (Patreon)
The first four are in reference to a great idea I had of - since I’ve finished my lower-limit page number testing for making books; shorter fics take up less page space, and just increasing the font size isn’t as handsome! - simply making a mini book! All it would take would be to halve the pages again, right? Just cut them right down the middle! Easy peasy!
As I’m sure you can tell by the second, no. Not easy peasy. Difficult painful un-fun >:(
Obviously I still did it tho! What do you take me for, someone who could have the idea of an even tinier book and then not do something about it?? No
It’s also the only one so far to have a paper bookmark rather than a ribbon!
All told it’s a bit smaller than your average manga (I love the monochrome covers on these under their dust jackets haha <3) - you can see even with effectively doubling up the pages by halving their size, it was still very small-spined!
A quick shot while it was still being made hehe ♪ It’s Out! Paired here - and the earlier one, just without its dust jacket haha - with my Zarla SC2 collection (ft. Family, Negotiations are Going...Well, and With No Obligation) - I absolutely kicked myself after the fact for not including Out as the run-up to everything, I was really trying to make a full collection in probably-chronological order! Out would’ve been a perfect start! And it only would’ve taken like four pages!!
Ah well, it was still quite a learning experience - I probably wouldn’t make another standalone of under 4k-ish just for formatting reasons but I did get some good ideas of how to do so if I wanted to! Although, my next project is going to be even more of a formatting nightmare........I’ll get there when I get there! Lol
#Doodles#The impulsive thoughts are always the funnest! But then it's all a matter of actually putting them into reality...#Ahh well like I said under the cut it was a learning experience! And I really wanted a physical copy of Out haha ♪#I don't think I've ever mentioned it - not even in my pre-fic notes :0 - but Out was another one of my inspirations for Drinking Game#I mean - the drinking lol obviously but I hadn't considered what VUX drinking would be like before reading it :)#I wanted to pair it with both physical copies hehe ♫ I'm happy I attempted it! And I have a better foundation to build on in the future!#I ended up using the scrap leftover from making such a small cover as the bookmark haha - and I picked the covers so they'd almost-match :)#They go together! But not quite! Just enough!#The sting of creation has worn off - it's actually been a while since I've made a quick book! - so the itch is starting to come back haha#Well - almost lol - the formatting is still........but I do want to do it! Especially now that I've got a hand-in-hand hobby to go with it#All that later ♪ For now snakes!#And also spiders I am also the same when spiders#I've been escorting a lot of spiders outside lately and pretty much all of them fall under the moniker of ''darling'' to me lol#Still no luck on finding a jumping spider :( But I also haven't got an enclosure set up yet either#There's this one booth that always has such adorable and pretty jumping spider enclosures ahhh I might have to break and get one someday#Same place where I got to hold the snake in fact! :D She was a love <3 Beautiful full-grown female cornsnake if memory serves#She was rather wiggly - she was tired and fussy and didn't feel like being handled by a stranger but she was so polite about it#A real delight to handle <3 And I got to see her babies! So cute and tiny!#The rest is more SCII fic stuff haha ♪ Rereading the Pirate fic was a lot of fun :) Intentionally avoiding Vargas fic(s) does make me a bit#Well I really like Vargas still lol it is candy to my brain so any gesture even remotely in that direction is very exciting haha#I'm perfectly happy with the rest for now tho! I have plenty of things to read and make! >:3c#Heck there's still a SCII fic I haven't read yet that I want to!! I just have to get all my previous SCII thoughts out of my head first haha#I will tho >:3c Always always ♪♫#SCII
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The Dadliest Chat (3zun Group Text)--Modern 3zun raise Jingyi AU
[Modern 3zun Tag] [Ao3 series]
[This was a lot of fun and the first thing I have written in a WHILE, so I just let myself go for it and write whatever. Therefore the vibe is a little all over the map; slice of life, fluff, lil' bit of lemon, a bit of angst and trauma work, but mostly just sort of day in the life look at 3zun's group chat as fathers! A-Fu is about 10 months old in this.
CW: dirty talk, lemon (I'm leery of tagging more cause I don't wanna get flagged because Tunglr™, but they sometimes have adult convos over text, ya know?]
SATURDAY
<10:42 AM>
Xichen: Stupid bill?
Xichen: [sent picture]
Da-ge: spam
A-Yao: 👍
Xichen: 👍👍
MONDAY
<12:12 PM>
A-Yao: People are stupid
Da-ge: yep
Xichen: !! :( Are people being difficult at work? 💙
Da-ge: are zixuns being difficult at work
A-Yao: Yes
A-Yao: Need son pics, please
Da-ge: lol to up your blood sugar
Xichen: On it!
A-Yao: Something like that
A-Yao: ❤❤❤
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: [sent video]
Xichen: [sent picture]
Da-ge: !
A-Yao: My god
A-Yao: They’re like drugs
Xichen: Better? 💙🥰
A-Yao: Better than drugs, yes
Xichen: 😂 Not what I meant but I’m glad! I have so many more.
Da-ge: who won the fight
Xichen: 😂 He’s playing DRUMS in that picture, Da-ge.
Xichen: It’s his music class.
Xichen: We Lan eschew violence.
Da-ge: yeah
Da-ge: that’s why wangji almost took a chunk out of my thigh when he was a kid
Xichen: 😬
A-Yao: Hush, I’m basking
Da-ge: lol
TUESDAY
<9:56 AM>
Lan Xichen: [sent video]
A-Yao: Why does he sound like that? Is that normal?
Da-ge: gollum
Xichen: 😂
Xichen: I was thinking more sink drain, but that too!
A-Yao: Our son is not GOLLUM
Xichen: He’s started making that noise when he’s happy, A-Yao, it's alright! 💙 He does it especially when he looks at the tiger toy A-Yu got him. Or when he’s going to the bathroom.
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: he has your smile
Xichen: Not sure that’s possible, Da-ge😂
A-Yao: I actually agree with Da-ge
A-Yao: I think it's the eyes
Da-ge: yeah
Xichen: Hmm, well his mother's father's father was my father's cousin, I believe. Or second cousin, I can never rightly remember. Several branches off, we'll say.
Xichen: Maybe my father was the common link.
<2:27 PM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: I don't see it, really.
Da-ge: see what
Da-ge: whose that
Xichen: A similarity in our smiles.
A-Yao: Is that your father???
Xichen: Yes.
A-Yao: !!!!
Da-ge: i didnt know you had pictures of him
Xichen: I don't, I asked Wangji if shufu had ever shown him any. He was visiting him with Wuxian and A-Yuan today, so I suppose he found one.
A-Yao: Or Wuxian did.
Da-ge: snoop
Xichen: Well, maybe 😋 I didn't ask.
A-Yao: Hmm
A-Yao: People don’t always use their real smile for pictures
<3:04 PM>
Da-ge: ?
Xichen: Hm?
A-Yao: Are you okay?
Xichen: Yes? Why wouldn’t I be? 🤗
Da-ge: you went quiet
Xichen: 😉 I'm fine.
Da-ge: ??
Xichen: 😘 I'm fine.
A-Yao: Er-ge
Xichen: Truly, I'm fine! A-Fu and I are at the park.
Xichen: [sent picture]
A-Yao: 😍
Da-ge: ❤️
Da-ge: how did you get him to wear the sunglasses
Xichen: Patience and sweet potato puffs.
Xichen: He also threw them on the ground directly after the photo, so don’t praise me too much 😂
Da-ge: distraction
Xichen: ?
A-Yao: You’re cheating, Er-ge
Xichen: Cheating?? Cheating what?? How??
Da-ge: 🙄
Xichen: It was just odd to think I’ve never seen his real smile. I'm not even thinking about it anymore, I'm keeping A-Fu from eating sand! I can call you to prove it but really, it was just a thought. I'M FINE 💙
A-Yao: I'm bringing home eclairs from Jean’s
Xichen: 🤩🥰 A-Fu is EXCITED!
Xichen: [sent picture]
A-Yao: 😭😭
Da-ge: so fuckin cute
Da-ge: how are his cheeks so big
Da-ge: chipmunk cheeks
A-Yao: This one is going in the next batch I’m printing
Xichen: 🥰
Da-ge: we’re gonna run out of wall space by the time hes 1
WEDNESDAY
<5:17 PM>
A-Yao: Eggs
Rice
Okra
Coffee
Da-ge: ok ty
THURSDAY
<12:47 PM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
A-Yao: ❤
Da-ge: daww
FRIDAY
<8:24 AM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: I do not enjoy stepping on Cheerios, I’ve found. Whether wet or dry.
Da-ge: lol good luck
<9:17 AM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: Oops 😬
Da-ge: well we were gonna give him a bath tonite anyway
A-Yao: How???????
A-Yao: It was on the counter!
Xichen: I was vacuuming after the Breakfast Cheerio Disaster and then I turn around and, well, plant down.
A-Yao: Did it fall on him??
Xichen: Nope! He just dug around in the dirt and remnants after he managed to pull it down.
Da-ge: kids are sturdy
Xichen: I don't understand how he can climb but can't walk yet???
Da-ge: monkey genes
A-Yao: Technically ape
Da-ge: 🙄
Xichen: 🙈
A-Yao: Where was that from again? That garden store downtown? I can pick up a new one omw home
Xichen: We might be able to repot it, they seem pretty sturdy. Maybe go pick up a hanging one this time, though?
Xichen: I'm just glad we made sure all the plants werj;/ abb noewlp
Xichen: Sorry, he slapped the phone out of my hand and it sent. We made sure all the plants were non-toxic if eaten or I'd be having a heart attack right now 😱
A-Yao: HE AUE IT?? ?
Da-ge: you didnt see the dirt in his mouth? kids put shit directly in there as default there’s no stopping it
A-Yao: IS HE OKAY???
Xichen: I called poison control even after looking it up online. Totally fine! There was only a little bit gone, after all.
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: See?
Da-ge: lol i was imagining cartoon bite marka but that makes more sense
Xichen: 😂 He doesn't even have teeth yet!
A-Yao: Is his tummy upset???
A-Yao: has he poop ed??
A-Yao: did they say we should feed him something or make him dirnk water or ???
Xichen: My love, he's COMPLETELY fine, I promise.
Xichen: Look!
Xichen: [sent picture]
Da-ge: tiny feet ❤️
Da-ge: cant stand that show tho
Xichen: Actually, I find it oddly soothing.
Da-ge: you had no tv growing up. huaisanf was addicted to fuckin telletubbies for AGES
Da-ge: gets old really fast
Da-ge: hate how they talk
Da-ge: youre still panicking aren't you ayao
A-Yao: No
Xichen: And what does WebMD have to say? 😂
A-Yao: …
A-Yao: That it’s nontoxic to humans and pets.
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: like he said
Xichen: 😂
A-Yao: I apologize for overreacting.
A-Yao: I wasn’t trying to question your competence.
Xichen: A-Yao, no! I didn’t take it that way!
A-Yao: It’s fine!
Xichen: I’m sorry, A-Yao, we shouldn’t have teased you when you were worried about A-Fu :(
A-Yao: It’s fine!
Xichen: Love, please pick up.
Xichen: A-Yao, please call me.
A-Yao: I'm fine! :)
Da-ge: bullshit
Da-ge: answer him or me you choose
A-Yao: I'm in a meeting.
Da-ge: i doubt that
Xichen: Please call me when you're out?
A-Yao: Maybe! My schedule is very full today. I'll try to remember.
Da-ge: don't fucking start that just call him
A-Yao: I'm in a meeting.
Da-ge: then promise to answer after
A-Yao: I’ll try to remember.
Da-ge: you don’t forget shit set an alarm to remember then instead of being a child
Xichen: Da-ge please that’s not going to help
Da-ge: its stupid if he’s going to have a problem with something we said and not fix it
Da-ge: just fucking tell us instead of the pasive aggressive shit
Da-ge: he knows that
Xichen: You know that’s not how it works. Please don’t do this here, just text me privately. A-Yao, we’re not talking about you behind your back
Da-ge: thers no other way TO talk to him when he does this
Da-ge: this can literally be over right now if he just answered his stupid phone
Xichen: Please stop. Call me.
<10:01 AM>
Xichen: No one’s angry with you, A-Yao 💙 You can call in your own time!!
<1:45 PM>
Xichen: I’m going to make some stir fry for tonight! 2 batches, one with meat and one without! Extra bamboo shoots! 😊😊😎 Any requests?
<3:32 PM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: A-Fu Baxia cuddle puddle 😴🐱👶🥰
<5:07 PM>
A-Yao: Im sorry
A-Yao: I was being stupid
A-Yao: I’m sorry
A-Yao: I wont do it again
Xichen: Shhh, call me, Da-ge came home early, we can all talk 💙💙💙💙
SUNDAY
<11:05 AM>
A-Yao: Why do stores rearrange everything so often??
A-Yao: Is this the right brand??
A-Yao: [sent picture]
Xichen: I think? Show me the back?
A-Yao: [sent picture]
Xichen: I think they just changed the packaging, it should still be the right one!
A-Yao: 👍
<2:43 PM>
Xichen: Can Huaisang still babysit tonight after A-Fu goes down?
Da-ge: he says yes
Xichen: Perfect!
<4:33 PM>
Da-ge: thought you two were going out for dinner? isnt that why you needed asang?
Xichen: Something happened with a last minute change to a contract and he has to go in to oversee changes, but I need to run some errands anyway, so I’ll take advantage of the expanded mobility 😂
Xichen: It’s surprisingly difficult to shop for baby clothes with a baby in tow.
Da-ge: sucks
Xichen: Yes, but there’s always next time!
MONDAY
<8:07 AM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: We love Papa’s breakfast!
Da-ge: ❤
TUESDAY
<12:18 PM>
Xichen: Da-ge, A-Yao came home with one of his headaches--I'm going to take A-Fu out so he can sleep and I'm putting his phone downstairs so he isn't tempted to use it. Can you check on him when you get home? 💙
Da-ge: I will
Da-ge: poor ayao ❤
Xichen: I know 😢 Love you!
Da-ge: love you both
Da-ge: let me know if i should bring something home
Xichen: Right now, I think he just needs some sleep for now, he caught it early instead of pushing through (for once)!
Xichen: Proud of you, A-Yao!
<8:57 PM>
A-Yao: ❤
WEDNESDAY
<11:34 AM>
Da-ge: [sent picture]
Da-ge: what is this shit
A-Yao: Ugh
Xichen: Sigh.
<2:04 PM>
Xichen: Look what just came on my photo roll!💙
Xichen: [sent picture]
A-Yao: Ahh, Da-ge in an apron, my favorite
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: i remember that day
THURSDAY
<6:41 AM>
A-Yao: [sent picture]
<7:25 AM>
Xichen: !!!!!!!!!!!
Xichen: A-Yao is so handsome 👀💙
Da-ge: love when you wear that one
Da-ge: it’s sexy
A-Yao: 😌
<7:40 AM>
A-Yao: Not overtly, right?
A-Yao: Not somehow inappropriate?
Da-ge: fuck no you just look good in a suit
<10:13 AM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: Cousins at the library!
A-Yao: Ahh, A-Ling!!!
A-Yao: 😍😍
Xichen: A-Fu’s being very gentle!
Da-ge: good!
Xichen: I saw Mary there!
Da-ge: basoonist?
A-Yao: No, that’s Mari. Mary is the percussionist, curly hair, glasses, nose ring
Xichen: She says they miss me, which was very sweet.
Da-ge: still trying to get you back?
Xichen: I said I didn’t know when I’d be back as director, which is the truth!
Da-ge: you don’t have to apologize for anything
Xichen: I know 😊
Da-ge: mmm
SATURDAY
<4:55 PM>
Xichen: Will you be home for dinner, Da-ge?
Da-ge: no they moved my flight up
Xichen: We’ll miss you!! 😙
A-Yao: Fly safe! Do you have all your IDs and chargers? Do you have your meds? Did you get your motorcycle in for the scrape?
Da-ge: yea yea yea no
A-Yao: Should I have A-Su drive it in? She’s very responsible
Xichen: I didn’t know she rides motorcycles!
A-Yao: She got her license but doesn’t have a bike yet
Da-ge: nah it’s fine i’ll get to it when i’m back
Da-ge: leaving earlier means im only out for 4 days instead of 7
Da-ge: more meetings but
Xichen: Make sure to get lots of rest! Don’t burn yourself out.
A-Yao: Good!
A-Yao: [sent picture]
A-Yao: FuFu says “love you, Papa”
Da-ge: ❤
Da-ge: my boys
SUNDAY
<8:45 AM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: Morning!
Da-ge: ❤
A-Yao: 😍
A-Yao: So cute
A-Yao: Also I love that braid, Er-ge
Da-ge: everything ok there?
Xichen: Going swimming-ly! 😉🏊♂️
Da-ge: lol
<7:02 PM>
Da-ge: how was the dinner with the all the jins
Xichen: Loud but good fun! A-Fu loved it.
Xichen: [sent picture]
A-Yao: I want to schedule them more regularly
<8:22 PM>
Da-ge: night
Da-ge: lov you
A-Yao: Poor sleepy Da-ge. Love you
Xichen: We love you!
MONDAY
<7:00 AM>
Xichen: ☕
Da-ge: [sent picture]
Da-ge: how did you know
Xichen: 😁 We are creatures of habit.
<6:11 PM>
A-Yao: Toilet’s doing that thing again
Da-ge: fuck
Da-ge: upstairs one?
A-Yao: Yep
Xichen: I’ll call the plumber but it’s late and short notice so 😬 We'll see!
<6:32 PM>
A-Yao: [sent picture]
Xichen: Little gremlin 🥰
Da-ge: adorable
<8:20 PM>
Da-ge: goodnight love you all
Xichen: Love you! Baxia misses her Papa and so does A-Fu! 💙 A-Yao’s making popcorn, he says ‘We love you, dream of us’ from the kitchen!
Da-ge: lol will do
Da-ge: hows the toilet
Xichen: We are taking care of it, focus on work! 💙
TUESDAY
<9:03 AM>
A-Yao: Can someone call
Xichen: You okay??
Da-ge: eating lunch whats up
A-Yao: Murder
Xichen: Ahhh 💙
Da-ge: are we coming up with scenarios or ar you
<12:24 PM>
Xichen: Honestly, why don't we bake bread more? The house smells SO good.
Xichen: 🍞
Xichen: I'm making honey butter! 🐝
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: A-Fu approved! 👍
Da-ge: ❤️
A-Yao: Hell day. Want fresh bread
A-Yao: Look at him
A-Yao: So cute
Xichen: I’ll have plenty for when you come home, love! 💙💙💙 I can always make more!
Xichen: I’ll make it again fresh when you get home, Da-ge!
Da-ge: yum
<9:18 PM>
A-Yao: ❤ Sleepy?
Da-ge: eh
Da-ge: a bit
Da-ge: why
A-Yao: Want to video call?
Da-ge: oh? wheres xichen?
A-Yao: [sent picture]
WEDNESDAY
<7:01 AM>
Xichen: Good morning! ☀☕
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: bet you slept good
A-Yao: Oh, he’s very pleased with himself. It was all his idea, actually
Da-ge: is he blushing
A-Yao: Yes, it’s very cute
Da-ge: lol ❤
<9:39 AM>
A-Yao: [sent picture]
A-Yao: ???
Xichen: 😂
Da-ge: wtf
<6:27 PM>
Da-ge: timezones suck
Da-ge: work trips suck
Xichen: 😟💙
Xichen: Need to talk?
Da-ge: just complaining
Da-ge: wanna go home
A-Yao: We all want you here
<8:00 PM>
Xichen: Goodnight, Da-ge. We love you and can’t wait to pick you up on Friday!
THURSDAY
<8:05 AM>
Xichen: Last day apart! Good morning! 🌈
Da-ge: thank fuck
A-Yao: I do not say this lightly, but I’m ready for the weekend
A-Yao: Can we go out to dinner somewhere when he gets back? That bistro place?
Xichen: 🤩 A wonderful idea.
<11:26 PM>
Da-ge: so fuckin horny
A-Yao: Oh?
A-Yao: Lonely, Da-ge?
A-Yao: Xichen fell asleep on the couch, here. I’m all alone in our bed
A-Yao: I can just imagine you there, in the dark, touching yourself
A-Yao: Did you hold back until you ached? Probably not, hm? You can be so impatient sometimes
A-Yao: Did you even get your pants off?
A-Yao: What were you thinking of? Or who?
A-Yao: Are you remembering our call together?
A-Yao: Xichen was magnificent, wasn’t he?
A-Yao: So were you
Da-ge: fjck
A-Yao: You know what? I’m going to call. I want to hear you
FRIDAY
<7:14 AM>
Xichen: Oh my 😏
Xichen: Good morning! ☀ Seems like you had fun last night!
A-Yao: Sometimes you miss out when you go to sleep at grandpa hour 🤷♂️😉
Da-ge: the mouth on you
A-Yao: You came so hard, too
Xichen: PLEASE no dirty talk when I have no recourse, the Backyardigans are not the right backdrop for this convo 😩
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: you just wait for tonight
Xichen: 😳
<12:13 PM>
Xichen: You emailed me the new gate information, yes?
Da-ge: ya
Da-ge: see you tonight ❤
<5:35 PM>
A-Yao: Here!
Da-ge: 15 minutes out
Da-ge: just landed
A-Yao: We’re by the vending machine
<6:44 PM>
Da-ge: diaper bag out of wipes
A-Yao: On it, there’s emergencies in the car
MONDAY
<6:16 AM>
Da-ge: i just saw the morherfucker scratched the door getting it in
Da-ge: couldn’t see it in the dark
<7:30 AM>
Xichen: ? Who? It?
Da-ge: plumber
Da-ge: toilet
Da-ge: [sent picture]
Xichen: Yikes, I must have missed that, I’ve been coming in the back.
Xichen: The plumbing company should cover it, right?
A-Yao: If you make it their problem enough, I’m sure they will. This is the right one, yes?
A-Yao: [sent picture]
Da-ge: yes
Xichen: Yes.
A-Yao: On it
<7:56 AM>
A-Yao: Idiots
Xichen: It’s not too terrible, it won’t be a problem. It’s not like we don’t have money!
A-Yao: No.
Da-ge: there he goes
A-Yao: It’s the principle of the thing, now
Da-ge: honestly agree
<8:11 AM>
A-Yao: Done. They’ll pay for whatever replacement or repair
Xichen: Ahh, persistent A-Yao saves the day! 🥳
<10:28 AM>
A-Yao: Omg call me when you're done with your appt, gege
A-Yao: I have stories about the assholes from music class
Xichen: A-Yao, they're BABIES 😆
Xichen: Was it A-Chi? They have a bit of a rivalry.
A-Yao: LANDON
Xichen: Ohh nooo! 😱 One second, I'm paying.
Da-ge: i've got 10 min before my meeting with the contractor
A-Yao: EVEN BETTER
Xichen: 👶🍵
Da-ge: wtf is that
Xichen: Baby tea!
A-Yao: I love you so much ❤
Da-ge: ???
Xichen: Ask Huaisang about it later! 😃 He will probably groan because I'm old and using slang 👴
Xichen: Calling now!
TUESDAY
<2:27 PM>
A-Yao: Do we have chicken at home?
Xichen: Nuggets but no breasts.
Da-ge: lol
A-Yao: I'm not going to grace that with a response. Chicken Parm for dinner?
Xichen: Yum!
Da-ge: works for me
A-Yao: A-Yu’s coming tonight with A-Yuan, remember
Xichen: Yes!
Da-ge: yep
WEDNESDAY
<1:02 PM>
Xichen: I feel terrible. I didn’t reapply the sunscreen on his neck well enough.
Xichen: Look.
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: I’m sorry. I’m going to run him an oatmeal bath and get aloe. I’m going to order him a sunhat right now. I won’t let it happen again.
A-Yao: Oh Er-ge, it happens, don’t feel bad
A-Yao: It’s not so bad, just a little pink!
Xichen: It will get darker. They always do.
Xichen: I was just reading about UVB and how our ozone is getting thinner and the rising rates. I should have been more diligent.
Da-ge: a little sunburn isn’t the end of the world xichen
Da-ge: hes gonna be fine
Xichen: It can give you melanoma.
Da-ge: hes literally 10 mo he’s not gonna get melanoma from 1 sunburn
Da-ge: asang once turned bright red like a lobster and he’s fine
A-Yao: Provisionally 😁
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: Is that enough oatmeal, do you think? I added some honey as well, they say that it would help.
Da-ge: youre going to kill our pipes
A-Yao: ER-GE YOU’RE GOING TO STRAIN THAT BEFORE YOU DRAIN IT, YES??
Da-ge: ^
Xichen: I know.
A-Yao: Please don’t beat yourself up, it happens
A-Yao: We’ll all be careful and we’ll put aloe on him
A-Yao: Is he in pain?
Xichen: I don’t know. He seems alright. A little more cranky. He fell asleep on the way home from the splash pad.
Da-ge: sunburn can do that
Da-ge: you didn’t do anything wrong
Da-ge: its a fact of life and all kids will get sunburn
A-Yao: It’s his first one, it’s not going to hurt him
Xichen: We’ll go to the library and children’s museums this week instead to let it fully heal.
A-Yao: Alright, sweetheart, that sounds like a good plan ❤
<6:08 PM>
Da-ge: they said they dont carry those tongs anymore
Xichen: Drat.
THURSDAY
<10:02 AM>
Da-ge: why the fuck is this class called mommy and me
Da-ge: its weird
Xichen: 😂
Xichen: How heteronormative of them!
Da-ge: plus the kid isn't the one paying or driving
A-Yao: Marketing, probably, but I agree
Da-ge: lady is looking at me all confused
Da-ge: think she's trying to place me
Xichen: Mm, a bit old for a nanny? 😁
A-Yao: She's like 'there's GOT to be a mommy here somewhere…'
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: [sent picture]
A-Yao: 😍😍😍 His little butt!
Da-ge: he's so weird
A-Yao: He is not! He's perfect!
Xichen: All children are weird, A-Yao, it's alright 💙 Why is he upside down?
Da-ge: who knows
Da-ge: at the sand table now
Xichen: 😬
Da-ge: i’ll take the car to be vacuumed after
Xichen: 💙 Thank you!
A-Yao: FuFu likes the carwash with all the lights!
Da-ge: ok
FRIDAY
<5:43 PM>
A-Yao: Are we alright on fruit?
Xichen: Apples would be good!
<8:21 PM>
A-Yao: I’m going to be later than I thought, don’t wait up
Xichen: Drive safe!
SATURDAY
<10:39 AM>
Da-ge: [sent picture]
Da-ge: 👍👎?
Xichen: 👍👍👍👍👍👀
A-Yao: Holy shit
A-Yao: Buy that shirt right now
Xichen: Yes PLEASE, Da-ge! 🙏
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: well alright then
Da-ge: 😏
Xichen: I’m legitimately flustered right now, I can’t focus 😵
Xichen: I keep looking at this picture,
A-Yao: When are you coming home???
Da-ge: lol
SUNDAY
<9:37 AM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: Coolest kid in the grocery store 😎
A-Yao: 😍
A-Yao: This grout is fucking horrible
A-Yao: [sent picture]
Xichen: I’ll grab more of the heavy duty stuff, then.
Da-ge: youre both insane
Da-ge: lan qiren is not going to look at the grout
Da-ge: and the dinners not til wed
Xichen: To be fair to us, he very much will look at the grout.
MONDAY
<8:53 AM>
A-Yao: more watr pls
Xichen: 👍💙
<10:21 AM>
A-Yao: watrre pls
Xichen: 💙💙
<1:13 PM>
A-Yao: help
Da-ge: ??? ayao?
Xichen: All is well! Help getting up is what he meant 💙
Da-ge: hows he doing
Xichen: Not much better than how you left him, I’m afraid ☹
Xichen: He won’t let me cancel the dinner.
A-Yao: will be fin
Da-ge: get off the phone
Da-ge: and sleep
Da-ge: xichen you should confiscate his phone
A-Yao: using it 4 help
Da-ge: SLEEP
A-Yao: then stop txtin
Xichen: I scolded him very gently, but we should all let him get some rest 💙
<4:11 PM>
Xichen: Pedialyte and more painkillers and crackers, please!
Xichen: Oh, and maybe ginger ale?
Da-ge: ok ty
WEDNESDAY
<8:02 AM>
Xichen: I’m sorry I’m so behind on laundry, everyone.
Xichen: I should have been more on top of it.
Da-ge: its FINE
Da-ge: i still have like a weeks worth of boxers
Da-ge: youve been taking care of ayao and afu
Xichen: I kept meaning to get to it.
Da-ge: srsly
Da-ge: your shufu isnt going to even be in our room he’s not gonna know about what laundry you did or did’t do
Xichen: It’s not about that.
Da-ge: it is tho
Da-ge: xichen
Da-ge: what are you doing
Xichen: Cleaning the kitchen, why?
Da-ge: you already did that
Da-ge: can you just chill out for a bit?
Da-ge: call over asang or asu or yanli and go out for a bit on your own
Xichen: I don’t want them to get sick.
Da-ge: ayao overworked himself
Da-ge: you know his immune thing
Xichen: I’m fine, I don’t need them to come over! 😊
Da-ge: im rolling my eyes so hard at you rght now
Da-ge: did you eat?
<9:27 AM>
Da-ge: xichen did you eat
<10:11 AM>
Da-ge: answer your phone
Xichen: Sorry! I left it in the family room while I washed windows! Calling now!
THURSDAY
<9:43 AM>
Da-ge: i’m glad we’re all sane again
A-Yao: 🙄
Xichen: Don’t pick fights, you two 😂
Da-ge: mm
<12:20 PM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
Xichen: So sleepy 💙
A-Yao: He’s SO cute
A-Yao: Is he going to think we’re creepy when he’s older?
Da-ge: ???
A-Yao: We have so many pictures of him sleeping…
Xichen: 😂
<5:04 PM>
A-Yao: I have to work late, rain check on the soup?
Xichen: Oh.
Xichen: Of course! See you when you get home 💙
A-Yao: I’m sorry ☹
Xichen: It’s alright! It happens.
Xichen: Love you.
A-Yao: Love you, too 💙
Da-ge: again??
SATURDAY
<11:31 AM>
Xichen: Oh, turns out we don’t have Draino! We need some, please.
A-Yao: 👍
SUNDAY
<4:19 PM>
Xichen: Poor Da-ge is crying at The Fox and the Hound 💙😭
A-Yao: Oh, that one is BRUTAL
Xichen: Lilo and Stitch levels of crying.
A-Yao: Hug him for me ❤️
MONDAY
<10:29 AM>
Xichen: A message from your son!
Xichen: irriOydristI
Xichen: Rogzkgz,lgsoycllydglci k🙁🤐s
Xichen: s😖d😒d🛌xx🦋🐙s🎳🕐📥aa
Xichen: ➿Dd
A-Yao: He opened the emojis!
A-Yao: He’s so smart!
Da-ge: i hope youre joking but know youre not
Xichen: A-Fu says ‘Baba and Papa should stop arguing’! 👶
Da-ge: lol
WEDNESDAY
<12:15 PM>
Xichen: [sent picture]
A-Yao: Holyshit
A-Yao: Holyshitholyshit
Xichen: Really? I thought it was amusing…😅
Da-ge: fuck thats so hot
Da-ge: why is that so hot
Xichen: 😳😳
A-Yao: Remind me to thank Huaisang for his gag gift
A-Yao: Cryptically, of course
Da-ge: where did you find that even?
Xichen: Back of the closet! You’ve never worn it, right?
Da-ge: i mean its a crop top
Da-ge: not really my style
A-Yao: Maybe it should be….
Da-ge: hmmmm
Xichen: 👀 I require…proof.
Da-ge: i need you to wear that while i fuck you
Xichen: 😳😳😳
A-Yao: Oh my god
A-Yao: Who?
Da-ge: yes
A-Yao: What’s that meme? ‘I will not spend the rest of the evening consumed with lust’?
Xichen: Well…decluttering surely has its advantages.
Xichen: I’m going to…take a break for a while.
A-Yao: 😏
A-Yao: Well, there’s Da-ge gone
A-Yao: Ah, Er-ge as well, it seems
A-Yao: Well, SOMEONE has to work to pay the bills around here :P
<12:50 PM>
Xichen: 🙁
A-Yao: No no
A-Yao: Sweetheart, I was joking, you know I would NEVER mean it in that way
Xichen: I know 💙
A-Yao: I know you worry about your choice to stay home
A-Yao: And like we’ve told you every time you mention it, we both fully support you doing so ❤❤❤❤
Da-ge: yes
A-Yao: I shouldn’t have said it that way. It was careless. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.
Xichen: You didn’t.
Da-ge: bs
Xichen: :P
A-Yao: Can I call?
Xichen: Of course 🥰
<2:04 PM>
Xichen: Sorry for being a boner killer, before 😂
Da-ge: lol
Da-ge: i think all the boners had been taken care of byu that point
Da-ge: youre fine ❤
Da-ge: im just glad you said something at all
Da-ge: usually you don’t
Xichen: I’m…trying. To be better about it.
A-Yao: ❤❤❤❤❤❤
TUESDAY
<10:19 AM>
Da-ge: you bite so hard
Da-ge: my nipple is still sore
A-Yao: Awww 🥺 Lemme see
Da-ge: im not sending shirtless pics at work
A-Yao: Mm, should have kept wearing the crop top, obviously
Xichen: 😂 Easier access?
A-Yao: Exactly
A-Yao: Come home and let me kiss it better 😘
Da-ge: 🙄
Xichen: This is all very distracting when you're in the dairy aisle, you know 😂
A-Yao: Then get out of the dairy aisle and come home ❤️
A-Yao: FuFu 's asleep
A-Yao: Just went down, we swam all morning so he'll be asleep a long time
Xichen: Paying
A-Yao: [sent a picture]
Da-ge: fuck
Xichen: O mw
A-Yao: Seems we have a winning outfit on our hands!
Da-ge: smug gremlin
A-Yao: 😊
#modern 3zun#my stuff#my fic#3zun#they make me smile#not the au I thought I would be updating but it has the same amount of fathers in it! So I was right#Contains crop top adventures and NieYao judging people together#I just feel like Xichen is one of those people who REALLY try to communicate through text with emojis and tone#Like it comes off as really peppy but he's trying to be either transparent or purposefully obscure to direct the conversation#I feel like he also enjoys showing affection and so he allows himself to be goopy in this private chat#With normal texting he's concise and friendly but tones down the emojis and exclamation marks#Those are for His People
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Fuck it, weird-yet-galaxy-brain take is that Love Is War is rom-com Death Note, but not in regard to the ship that everyone thinks, and what I mean by this is that Kaguya and Miyuki are NOT the lighthearted lower-stakes rom-com version of Light and L, they're the lighthearted lower-stakes rom-com version of Near and Mello.
#NO THINK ABOUT IT#they both want the same end result but achieving that result gets wrapped up in the idea of 'winning' against the other person#history of academic rivalry#they each have qualities the other lacks-and thus together become greater than the sum of their individual traits#the one seen as 'weird' and/or 'cringe-y' was willing to reach out at one point and the other person wouldn't let themselves accept it#because of their personal psychological issues#the rivalry is more the result of unfortunate external influences rather than any actual ideological conflict#issues that come from inheriting a title and making your own name for yourself despite an inferiority complex#DO YOU SEE THE VISION™#OBVIOUSLY it's not a perfect or direct translation but as the number one kaguya/miyuki stan I think I'm allowed to say this#kaguya sama#near x mello#meronia#(I don't want to put this in the full fandom tags because I don't think it belongs there??)#(but I know people are going to want to have this tagged as SOMETHING so they can block it)#this is a very strange intersection of interests & I'm not really sure it's going to make sense to anyone but me but *gestures wildly* here#like genuinely I might sound completely deranged as I say this but also I've been up for about 24 hours straight so#(also I recently read a fic for n/m where something kind of love is war-esque happened and my brain just...went wild I guess)
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i think about pluto will always be a planet in my room at least once every three months when i rewatch gilmore girls season 7 episode 11 santa's secret stuff and they talk about how pluto isn't a planet anymore
#like ohhh that was kinda crazy it still is.#tome#i think riarkle was my first actual ship they're the first ship i ever read fanfic of before that i'd only read one direction fanfic like#when i was 12 and it was in french and not on ao3 and this fanfic era for me was short lived because the fics i was reading were too sad#like they would make me too upset?/?/))/?#i read this loooong one and all i remember is the self insert character getting cheated on and danielle losing her baby and i was so upset#i cried in my mother's arms which does not sound like me AT ALL and i couldn't even explain why because it was way too silly like oh my#god. so i was like no more fic for you and i really didn't read any until after i started watching gmw seriously in 2016#i don't read fics for that many ships and when i do i can read fics for the same ship for literal years as long as they don't get together#/aren't together by the end of the show i can literally read it forever idc and so i actually haven't read fic for that many ships#like maybe 6 or 7. which i guess is a lot but like. for one (and i'll never say which one it is (even though it's like. a normal ship and#it's from a show you know i watch/enjoy))#of these i literally read fics like every day for three years. i never get tired of like anything#i read shirbert fanfic same thing every day from summer 2018 to fall 2019 when season 3 aired and i could never read fics of them again#after they got together in the show (even though i knew they would and i had even watched the movies) like once it's done i really can't#make myself care anymore#anywzy. love pluto will always be a planet in my room riarkle you will always be famous!!!!!#and like i say: brf slt#or i guess#gilmore girling
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button ; coriolanus snow. (m)
pairing ; young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader (gender-neutral)
synopsis ; what did make him pause, however, was the very top button of your shirt. misshaped. odd. not matching the rest of your buttons. his gift to you. “you’re wearing it,” coriolanus whispered. his voice sounded strained.
words ; 3.4k
themes ; fluff, mild angst, smut
warnings / includes ; unprotected sex (not very explicit), possessiveness, themes of classism, we meet reader's rich parents !! and grandma'am and tigris appear, coryo's paranoia, he's not exactly toxic yet but the seeds are very much planted, i tried to keep him in character as best i could </3
a/n ; there will be a third part loosely following the events of the movie (obv tweaked for the fic!)
series masterlist. main masterlist.
Your home was the very definition of old money—wealth and grace and high status carved into the marble floors, hung up in the large oil paintings, found within the fibers of the expensive carpets leading into grand halls. Snow had to consciously remind himself to appear unphased. He had this sort of life, too, as far as you were concerned.
It was only expected, especially considering your parents’ high positions: with your father being the top admiral of the navy, and your mother a renowned physicist with several awards under her belt. Dozens of rows of medals and framed certifications from both your parents were more than enough for Snow to gauge the mass of their importance.
He shifted the weight of his feet in his too-tight shoes. Anxious. He wore his dress shirt again, though not before asking Tigris to try and rework the buttons. The buttons hewn from his bathroom tiles. Make them look the same, he had told her. They’re uneven. Snow turned away before he could see her mildly crestfallen expression.
It was a special occasion, hence his dressed-up attire. There was a rose pinned to his waistcoat, a deep shade of red, from his Grandma’am’s rooftop garden. Your father had come home today, after months of military work in the districts. And to celebrate such a momentous evening, you invited him to dinner.
To meet your parents. How utterly fraught.
Though, now that the two of you were officially together (albeit only recently—Sejanus asked if the two of you were a thing and Coryo replied with an instinctive, possessive yes, much to both of your surprise), Coriolanus supposed there was no use in delaying the inevitable.
“Don’t be nervous,” you told him, arm looped around his. The white rose he’d given you upon his arrival was tucked neatly behind your ear, a lovely contrast to your all-black garb. In a light-hearted tone, you added, “Father would be able to smell it on you. The fear.”
Coriolanus shot you an exasperated glance, to which you only smiled. You landed a soft, reassuring kiss onto his cheek, hand sliding down from his elbow to lace with his.
“You look… breathtaking,” he said, lifting your conjoined palms to brush his lips over your knuckles. Of the many lies that he told you, this certainly wasn’t one of them.
Your eyes gleamed with the light from the chandelier hanging above you.
“And you look handsome as ever.” A pause. You seemed bashful all of a sudden, averting your gaze to the gold patterns on the marble floors. “I know this is all very new, so I apologize in advance, if my father asks about our, uhm… our future… He’s a very forward man.”
A smile twitched at the corner of his lips and he slotted his free hand beneath your chin, the pad of his thumb pressing lightly over the side of your throat, forcing you to look back at him. “I have no intention of letting you go, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
You smiled again, all sunlight and warmth, and Coriolanus couldn’t help but steal it away with one last kiss.
“Ready?” you asked, jerking your head in the direction of the dining room.
Snow swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
Dinner was quite a pleasant affair. The food was better than anything the academy ever served—Coriolanus wondered how you could willingly go from eating such delicacies at home to basic, run-of-the-mill meals the cafeteria provided. There were courses, tender peppered steaks (his very favorite), rich mushroom soups, iced lemon cakes, and several sorts of breads and butters were offered all throughout.
Your mother was a delight, enchanting him with stories of laboratory mishaps and her dangerous adventures with radioactive material. You looked a lot like her, he realized.
Your father, on the other hand, was pressing at first, grilling Coriolanus with dozens of personal questions. If you hadn’t warned him beforehand that he was a military leader, he most definitely would’ve worked it out for himself then. There were times where you politely but forcefully snapped at him, telling him to lay off the invasive interrogation and to let the poor man eat. But Coriolanus really didn’t mind—he’d spent hours upon hours preparing himself for this. He answered all of the questions with effortless ease.
By the third course, your father was satisfied. Reluctant, but satisfied. By the fourth, he was already asking about marriage, much to your mortification. Coriolanus smiled down at his plate, and quietly listened to you lecture your father about privacy and civility.
Yes, dinner was quite enjoyable. Several containers of food from unseen servants were wrapped up for him to take home, at your request, despite his polite protests. It wasn’t a common thing to do in the capitol, but your parents hadn’t batted an eye.
He was safe. They didn’t know. It was an ongoing mantra the entire night.
He was shown out the door by your father, who clapped a large hand on his shoulder and told him to take care of you, especially while he was gone. Your mother kissed him once on each cheek as farewell, and you did the same, though your kisses strayed far closer to his lips. He caught the mischievous gleam in your eyes.
The door shut behind him once he strode into the expansive courtyard in front of your mansion of a home. He glanced down at the rose pinned to his coat, wondering if you were still wearing yours behind your ear. A minute later, he jumped out of his reverie when the entrance creaked open once more. You peeked your head back out, eyes alight, pleased to see that he was still there.
You slid out from the entryway and made your way to him with quick strides, wasting no time to rest your hands upon his chest. To his delight, you were still wearing the rose. “Father and mother left to watch television in the estate’s Northern wing. Didn’t want to kiss you in front of them.”
There were wings to your house? Coriolanus blinked at you, accidentally letting his indifferent mask slip for a few seconds. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything about it, leaning forward to kiss him sweetly. It took him another moment to gather his wits, before winding his arms about your waist and deepening the kiss, nearly bending you backwards with his vigor.
He could never tire of this, he thought, fingers curling so his nails dug into the expensive black fabric of your top. Kissing you, touching you, entertaining the notion that you were his, and only his.
When you pulled away, your lips were wonderfully kiss-swollen and your pupils were blown wide, to his amusement. Were his eyes just the same?
“Thank you for being here today,” you mumbled, that smile-frown he was so fond of gracing your features once more. “I’m sorry if my parents were too—”
“They were wonderful. You’re wonderful,” he interrupted, tone soft. His hand lifted from your waist to cup your face. Cold fingers against flushed skin. “I’ll see you at the academy?”
A nod, a grin, and a relieved sigh. “Sleep well, Coryo.”
“You, too.” He pulled away, reluctant, allowing his hands to fall back to his sides. “You look good with it, you know. The rose.” With a final nod, he turned on his heel and walked away from your estate, back to his own cold penthouse, where he had to burn newspaper scraps to keep warm.
The months drew by like a lazy stream of water, gliding over a bed of stones, languid and pleasant. Your time with Coriolanus was nothing short of utter bliss. He was a sweet lover, despite his possessive streaks, always making sure you were alright with what he was doing. The two of you went slow and steady, always asking, always gentle. He kissed you as if you were made of sugar glass, and you held onto him as if he was a fragile ceramic vase.
Exams were drawing nearer with each passing day, and the two of you found yourself studying and cramming more than anything. He would often tell you that there was no need for you to study so hard, especially when you were already at the very top, likely to claim the Plinth prize for yourself, but you always waved him away with a modest laugh. If the two of you weren’t at the library pouring over dozens upon dozens of books, you were finding ways to sneak him into your home: kissing behind stone statues in the gardens, hiding behind velvet curtains, pulling him onto your massive, four-poster bed.
It was only a matter of time until you asked.
His arm was draped over your bare midriff, drawing mindless shapes into your hip. Your head rested back against his chest, mildly sweaty from the lovemaking session the two of you were still dwindling down from. You stared out your window, watching the sun slowly bleed the sky a hazy clementine hue, teeth sinking down into the flesh of your bottom lip in thought.
“Why haven’t we ever studied at your home, Coryo?” you asked. “I’ve yet to meet your cousin. You talk about her a lot… she seems wonderful.”
You felt a cold breath billow over the back of your neck. It sent pleasant chills spider down your spinal column. And you could’ve imagined it, but his fingers seemed to flex over your bare flesh. Twitch. Almost antsy. Did your question make him uncomfortable?
Shifting in his grasp, you turned within his arms so you could face him. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to pressure you, or anything. I just… just know that I’d never judge you.”
His expression was near unreadable, the blue of his eyes even paler than usual with the sunset’s light casting a honey-glow over both of your sprawled-out forms. He kissed you again, hungrily, almost as if to distract you. You let him.
Kiss you, touch you, bruise you. Any of it, all of it.
A low groan barreled within his chest when you fisted a handful of his soft blonde waves at the base of his neck, gently tugging.
“Nothing you could show me would make me love you any less,” you muttered against his lips, nose nudging against his. “Nothing, Coryo.”
And he, in a moment of love-addled weakness, let himself believe you.
Come the next afternoon, you were at the door of the Snows’ penthouse, a basketed batch of warm cookies held in one hand, the other holding a heavy bag full of all your textbooks to study. If the two of you were going to study at all today. Your mother was aghast that you were about to visit his home without some sort of gift, and abruptly shoved the basket of goodies into your arms out of seemingly nowhere, as if materialized out of thin air.
“Coriolanus loves the chocolate chip ones,” she harrumphed whilst ushering you out the door. “Honestly, showing up to someone else’s home empty-handed? Who raised you?”
The irony was not lost on either of you, and you barked out a laugh before kissing her farewell and setting off to visit him.
You rang the rusted doorbell once—curiously regarding the little button once you realized that it was broken. Then, you knocked the door twice, then another two times for good measure. There was a muffled scuffling behind the door, a woman’s voice echoing from behind.
And when it swung open, you were met with an elderly woman, shrouded in a too-large, black tunic with embroidered flowers on the sleeves, the threads loose and pulled, the once-vibrant colors faded. She wore a turban, covering most of her white hair save for the few thin tendrils framing the sides of her face.
“Hello, I’m Coriolanus’ classmate,” you greeted, in an ever-so-capitol-esque manner. “You must be his… Grandma’am?”
She appeared confused for a moment, before slow sparks of recognition fired across her blue eyes. Coriolanus had the same eyes, you noted.
“Oh!” she crooned. “Oh, dear me! Coriolanus! It’s your lovely friend!”
There was a bit of commotion down the hall. The brief moment of pause allowed you to finally take in why Coriolanus hadn’t wanted you to come to his home all this time. The penthouse was still quite lavish, as the Snow estate was one of the most expensive properties in the capitol, but it was clear that the space was diminishing with the weight of its upkeep—flickering lights, dusty floors, tears in the wallpapers, mold on the countertops…
Your attention was drawn away from the view when Tigris and Coryo emerged from the same room, and you couldn’t help the smile that threatened to break across your features. His cousin was fretting over his lopsided curls, and he discreetly tried to duck out of her way to get to you.
“My, you are just as gorgeous as he said you were!” Grandma’am said in a pitching tone, wrangling your attention back to her. She lifted her hands to lightly pinch at your cheeks. “Yes, you’ll do just fine.” Her fingers fell away and she scuttled off, murmuring something about the Capitol’s First Partner—
Coriolanus breathed out your name and his hand was on your shoulder, apologizing once, twice, three times (what was he even apologizing for?), before Tigris popped up by his side, bumping him out of the way so she could shake your hand vigorously.
“Hi! I’m Tigris—it’s so nice to finally meet you!”
You shook the blonde woman’s hand, smile seeming to grow impossibly wider. “It’s nice to meet you, too! I love your dress.”
Her mouth dropped open in a flustered manner and a lovely rose shade dusted over her cheekbones. “Oh, this old thing?” She absentmindedly smoothed a hand down the frills of her pink dress. “Yeah, I… oh, it’s nothing, really, I just made it myself.”
“That’s incredibly impressive! You must be a really talented seamstress.”
A sharp clear of his throat made your eyes snap back to Coriolanus.
“Coryo,” you greeted warmly. “I brought you cookies. Chocolate chip. Mother sends her regards.”
The two Snows in front of you eyed the basket with large eyes.
“Thank you,” he croaked, accepting the basket from your extended hands and handing it over to his cousin. “Tigris, if you’d excuse us—we’ve got some studying to do.”
Coriolanus began to tug you down the hall, and you waved back to Tigris, telling her that you’d love to see any of her other dresses later. She’d already reached into the basket and had a cookie halfway to her mouth as she nodded at you with a toothy grin.
His room was in around the same state as the rest of the home. Furniture was old, torn, frayed, or simply broken. There were several boarded-up holes in his dresser. There was a box of rat poison below his desk, which was full with all sorts of papers and stacks of yellowing books. You skittered in and dropped your heavy bag down by his bed, allowing him to close the door behind you. You just barely registered the click of a lock.
“So?” he asked, voice sounding much louder in such a confined space. He seemed tense, as if bracing himself for the worst. “Are you disgusted yet?”
“What do you take me for?” you replied easily, having already gathered why he was so afraid of bringing you here in the first place. “I’m not a leech, nor am I vain, Coriolanus. I don’t want more money, and I’m not here to offer you charity to flaunt my wealth. I thought you’d know that by now.”
He stalked closer, observing you like a wolf would its prey. “What is it you want, then?”
When you took a step back closer to his small, rather wiry bed, he would take two longer strides, crowding you back against it. He dipped forward so that his lips were only a hair’s breadth from yours, but just barely not touching.
“You know, I’m sure.”
“I do.” Coriolanus knew that you wanted him just for him, and nothing gave him more pleasure than that simple fact. His nose brushed yours.
“Would it make me a fool to stay?” you asked, the question fanning over his mouth. Inviting, ever so tantalizing. “You’re not planning on chopping me up and selling my organs for some cash, are you?”
He didn’t laugh at your little joke. Instead, he dove forward, one hand yanking your hips to his, the other winding over to the back of your head. He kissed you desperately, all teeth and tongue, hardened lips and his knee slotting between your thighs.
“No,” he susurrated thickly, as if he’d swallowed honey and soil, pressing you down until you were fully laid down over his rickety bed, back arched. “You’d be mine. All of you, just mine.”
He swallowed any sort of gasp and moan that fell from your mouth. Greedy, lustful, determined to make you pliable. His kisses didn’t slow down whatsoever when he tore himself away from your lips, freckling them down your cheeks, your jaw, your neck, your collarbones.
What did make him pause, however, was the very top button of your shirt.
Misshaped. Odd. Not matching the rest of your buttons. His gift to you.
“You’re wearing it,” Coriolanus whispered. His voice sounded strained.
“Mmh?” You glanced down at the button. “Oh. Of course, I am. I like how it looks.”
His face hovered above yours once more. His stare was so intense you began to shy away, staring at a moldy patch on the ceiling. The silence felt suffocating as you waited for him to do something. Anything.
“I love you,” he breathed out, finally. Upfront and abrupt. It wasn’t often that he said it. Maybe once or twice before, since you said it more than enough for the both of you.
You laughed then—your wonderful, wind-chime laughter. It was more out of shock than anything. He kissed you soft and sweet, momentarily quelling your chuckling. But as the afternoon of so-called ‘studying’ drew on, the laughter melded into sighs of pleasure when clothes were shed, shifting towards wanton moans of desperation when heated flesh slid against one another.
You nearly choked when his length breached your entrance, scratching faint red lines down the expanse of his back as he pushed in, pulled out. Rhythmic. Again and again and again—you couldn’t seem to get enough of him on top of you, inside of you, all around you. Your chest was pressed up against his; could he hear your heart beating through your ribs, yearning to feel his? The coil within your lower abdomen tightened. He read your every microexpression just perfectly.
He’d unbuttoned your entire shirt save for the oddly-shaped one, hands groping all over your bare skin, teeth biting down onto the patch of skin just above the button as he rocked himself into a climax, roping you down into the abyss with him. Ragged groans and broken sighs.
Coriolanus dragged his tongue up your chest and your neck, leaving a cold trail in his wake, and he sucked in a deep breath. When he pulled back to stare at you—flushed, hair mussed, sweat beaded along your hairline, his pearlescent spend between your thighs, your eyes half-lidded… chest only barely covered by his one button…
“Thank you,” he croaked, kissing the space beside your left eye. “For not running.”
“Don’t make me a fool for it,” you replied, looping your arms over Coriolanus’ neck so he could kiss you properly.
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warnings: mentions of blowjobs, losing virginity, virgin!reader (but fic is not smut), jealous! and overprotective!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, fluffy
rafe has been beyond overprotective of you his whole life. ever since you met in first grade and you let him borrow your brand new crayon box, only for a bully to come up and tug on your pigtails, causing rafe to pause his coloring to shove him away and tell him not to touch you ever again.
you smiled at rafe, the same smile you look at him with now, and he knew he would take care of you no matter what. you hugged him tightly and from that day on always shared your crayons, and everything else you had, with your new best friend.
“ready?” rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards the boat.
“yes!” you squeal, trying to navigate holding your tote bag and backpack at once, when suddenly both are out of your hands as rafe takes them and carries them down the pier.
“rafe, i can carry my own stuff.” you roll your eyes. it's a losing battle, your best friend will always lessen your load, hating seeing you do any sort of physical labor, feeling like that's his job.
“yeah, whatever.” rafe just ignores your argument, it's one he's heard so many times before, yet you make no attempt to take the bags back. “who all did you invite again?” rafe asks as you enter onto the boat, quickly beginning preparations for the day at sea, having gone through the motions so many times, knowing the boat like the back of your hand even though it's the cameron familys.
“uhh, topper, tina, kelce, steph, tiffy and hayden.” you go through the list of names in your head of friends that will be joining you and rafe on the yacht.
“how is tiffy since the break up?” rafe asks, knowing you like to talk while you work, pulling various lines while you straighten up the boat to make it more presentable, going through the motions together, always together.
rafes question launches you into a gossip session with rafe, spilling all the secrets your friends told you at your last hang out, but they know you don't keep anything from rafe, so it's no surprise when he knows as well, not that any of the girls would complain, rafe often takes over the role of protector to your friends as well, caring about who you care about.
“there's hayden!” you call to rafe, pointing down the dock to the parking lot where haydens truck just pulled in, a few minutes earlier than you expected anyone to start arriving.
“great.” rafe mumbles under his breath, making sure you don't hear his upset tone. he liked hayden at first, sharing some common interests (mostly golf), but then hayden got far too touchy with you, his gaze heating when it turned to you in a way that infuriated rafe, and he made sure to show hayden when you weren't around how much it pissed him off.
rafe is probably to credit for you never having a boyfriend for an extended period of time, but he can't help it, you're so perfect and no guy can possibly deserve you, so he has to scare them off before you get too invested and give them all of your attention instead of him.
“hey, heyds.” you greet him with a hug after he makes his way down the pier, making rafe grunts as haydens hand rests a little too low on your back for his liking, making rafes mind reel at the possibility of something going on between the two of you.
your other friends slowly begin to pile onto the boat, steph being the last one to get there as she is notorious for being late, which is why you told her to show up half an hour before everyone else, and somehow still managed to get there last.
“ready for takeoff?” you ask rafe, stepping away to join him at the wheel while your group of friends find places to sit while rafe navigates the boat towards the ocean.
“i am.” rafe nods, having disconnected the last line. no matter what is happening, you always sit next to rafe on the bench as he directs the boat, ready to be his second in command at any moment, even if its just fetching him a drink or checking the water depth.
“i can’t wait to swim.” you say with a sigh, having not gotten out into the water all week, which is rare with how much peace you find in the ocean.
“how about that one sandbar we took wheezie to?” rafe questions, wanting you to decide where he anchors the boat.
“ooh, yes.” you nod.
“she complained to me last night that you weren’t over.” rafe smiles at you when you let out a laugh.
“i don’t spend one friday night and she complains! ugh, i love that girl.” you grin thinking about wheezie, treating her like she’s your own little sister, having known her since she was born.
“you’ll stay tonight, right?” rafe asks, missing you sharing his bed like you do every weekend.
“mhm, i’m not driving home after being out on the boat all day, gonna be so exhausted.” you roll your eyes.
rafe smiles at you, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, leaving him to drive with one hand, but wanting you close to him, secretly hoping hayden would look through the windows from the lower deck and see you all cuddled up into his side.
neither of you have ever broached the topic of taking things beyond just friendship, despite rafe desperately wanting to take things further, he doesn’t want to mess up the one good thing he has in his life. you’re such a source of brightness that when you’re around him he forgets all about his fights with his dad, or issues with barry.
“here.” rafe nods to you, immediately going to drop the anchor, planning to stay in one spot all day.
you help him make sure its secure before moving to the main deck with everyone else. “alright, who is ready to swim?” you shout with glee.
“you know i am.” hayden smirks at you, pulling his shirt off over his head.
“mhm, that’s why i like you, not afraid to get wet.” you say, rafe carefully watching the interaction, unsure if you meant the innuendo or not.
you take your tshirt off as well, tossing it onto the pile that everyone is making on the sofa, revealing swimsuits underneath their clothes. rafe also undresses, but slowly and quietly.
you tug your yoga pants down next, having kicked your shoes off upon entering the boat. you turn towards rafe, always checking in with him, seeking him out amongst the crowd.
rafe smiles at you, his eyes dropping subtly down your body, quickly checking out your pale lilac swimsuit before he sees a different shade of purple, this time blossoming around your knees.
hayden seems to notice too, a smirk growing on his face when he sees the localized bruises.
“what the fuck did you do?” rafe grunts out before he can stop himself and use the calming methods you so carefully taught him.
“what?” hayden turns to look at rafe, but he’s already charging at him. rafe shoves hayden backwards, making him stumble but he manages to maintain his footing.
“rafe, chill!” you shout, grabbing at his arm.
“did he-did you fucking blow him?” rafe questions, pointing to your knees. “how did you get those bruises?”
“jesus, rafe!” you take a step back, but don’t drop your grip on his arm, not sure if he would try to pull away. “you seriously ask me that in front of all our friends? for your information i was working out in the garden yesterday and bruised my knees kneeling on the pavers. but thanks for embarrassing me.”
you drop his arm when you feel tears welling in your eyes, quickly turning and sprinting into the interior of the boat.
you throw yourself onto the bed in one of the two bedrooms, hiding your face in the white pillow as you cry.
“y/n…” rafe says softly. you don’t jump at his voice, you expected him to follow you, but you don’t feel like talking to him.
“please, y/n.” rafe pleads, and you feel his weight dip the bed down as he climbs onto the mattress.
“stop it.” you whine when rafe pulls you into him, but you don’t struggle as he cuddles into you, pressing a kiss against your hair. you’ve cuddled rafe before, of course since you’ve been friends for so long, but never with this little clothing on, and you are very aware of how much of his bare skin is touching yours.
“i didn’t mean to embarrass you, y/n. i just… i just got so angry thinking about you possibly doing anything with hayden. i don’t like him. he’s not good enough for you.”
“why would you even think i would do that though? you know im a virgin.”
the words shock rafe, and you can physically feel him tense up. you pick up your head to look at him, brows furrowed together.
“i-i didn’t know that.” rafe just assumed you lost it to one of your short term boyfriends.
“no… no i would have told you, rafey. you’re my best friend, i… you told me when you lost yours.” you remind rafe of when he was 16 years old and had sex for the first time, calling you only an hour after to confide in you, partly hoping you would get jealous.
“i thought you knew that i wouldn’t want to hear about you sleeping with someone. i guess i just figured you kept it to yourself for my sake.” rafe doesn’t realize the implication of his words as they flow from between his lips.
“why would i?- wait… you like me?” you blink up at him.
rafe pauses. now is as good as time as any, especially with the growing threat of hayden and other guys who aren’t scared of rafe potentially taking you away from him. “yes. i love you. i think i’ve loved you since first grade.”
“holy shit, you asshole!” you shout, and it’s not the reaction rafe was expecting as he tenses, waiting for you to run off, or get mad, but instead your shout turns into a laugh, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner!” and then your lips are on his, finally feeling the perfect meld of your mouths together as rafe quickly snaps into action, his lips moving against yours as he cups your face.
“i love you too, in case it wasn’t obvious.” you whisper against his mouth before resuming the kiss.
“thank fuck, i was ready to murder hayden just because i thought you liked him.” rafe laughs, tugging on your waist to bring your bodies even closer together, leaving his large hand resting against your bare back.
“pshht.” you shake your head. “he’s not even half the man you are.”
“holy shit, i love you.” rafe repeats, taking you in for another kiss.
“my friends are never gonna believe that we finally got together.” you giggle. “i think they’ve all placed bets.”
“your friends?” rafe shakes his head. “baby, i think even our parents have.”
“i… i’m really happy we admitted are feelings.” you say shyly, a blush covering your cheeks as you look down, breaking eye contact. “everyone told me that you liked me too but i was too nervous to ruin what we had.”
“hey, it’s okay.” rafe says softly. “we have forever this way.”
you feel tears well up in your eyes again as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head into his bare chest.
“gosh, i can’t wait to go tell everyone.” you admit with a giggle.
“yeah? wanna go get in the water too?” rafe asks, unsure if your friends waiting for your argument to be over to swim.
“hell yeah.” you slide off the bed, rafe taking a minute to check out your body, not hiding his heated gaze as you catch him.
“holy shit, you are checking me out!”
“duh, you’re my girl now.” rafe smirks, also getting off the bed, placing an arm around your shoulder. “gonna give you bruised knees for a different reason, baby.”
“wait, rafe-” you begin, suddenly not feeling like swimming anymore, but he pulls you out onto the deck, seeing all your friends sitting awkwardly on the sofas, waiting for whatever argument to be over with.
“don’t worry baby.” rafe drops his mouth to your ear, making sure your friends can’t hear. “we can talk about that virginity of yours later.”
rafe doesn’t give you a second to respond, placing his fingers on your chin and tilting your head towards him to press a kiss to your lips to the chorus of all of your friends letting out woops and claps, along with shouts of “finally!”
“i told you!” tiffy shouts, holding her hand out towards stephanie. “you owe me 20 bucks!”
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I just read one of your works with Alastor ears and KAKAISKSNSMSDHJSJ IT WAS ADORABLE, can you write one about the reader finding out Alastor has a tail and he's all flustered and nervous about it because well HES THE RADIO DEMON HES SCARY and he can't be scary when his tail wags when the reader praises him (MAKE IT WHOLESOME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)
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After a year of being together, you and Alastor had fallen into a rather steady nightly routine, though sometimes he was too busy with Satan Knows What and would leave the hotel and you wondering if he would come back to you for the night. When this happened, you often didn’t see him till the next morning—or, even the afternoon.
Lately, that “sometimes” had turned into every night. For the past week. And it was starting to make you feel… kind of shitty, you couldn’t even lie to yourself. You spent so many hours reasoning and making excuses for him—he was an Overlord, after all. No wonder he was so busy! Plus, you just so happened to fall into his life; you shouldn’t expect him to just give up his duties for you.
You looked at the ceiling, arms spread out on either side of you as you tried to convince yourself to stop feeling bad for the sixth night in a row. You missed him next to you, and started to find it harder and harder to get to sleep without his company. You craved him, and you wondered if he craved you in the same way—if he even missed you.
You sat up with a groan after a few more minutes, letting your feet dangle off the side of the bed. It was pointless, you decided, just laying down doing nothing. If you couldn’t sleep, you might as well go do something productive. You threw on a hoodie and made your way down the long corridor, and then down the steps.
This late in the night, the sky had an eerie red glow. It filtered through the curtains of the large hotel windows, casting long, sharp shadows that made your skin crawl if you looked too long. No matter how long you lived in Hell, you never got used to the unfriendly ambience. You had to remind yourself that you were safe in the hotel. You stuffed your hands in the pockets of your hoodie and looked towards your feet as you walked.
There was some paperwork regarding a couple residents you promised Charlie you would help her process. So, you decided you could get a headstart on finishing them, although you didn’t really see the point in the paperwork itself; it was all just going to be horrible criminal records that Charlie would try desperately to ignore.
You opted for the hotel lobby over the cramped office, spreading out the papers across the low coffee table. It wasn’t very comfortable, but you were glad to at least be out of the room.
You sat for a mind numbing amount of time, only listening to the ticking of a faint clock as you processed the information for the residents. It was times like this that made you want to curse Alastor for refusing to allow any sort of modern technology into the hotel. You get it, of course, with Vox and all—but, man, what you wouldn’t give to just have an easy spreadsheet to type this all into.
If you weren’t tired before, you sure were now. Your eyes drug across the papers, blearily taking in the information. You blinked heavily, trying to rid your vision of the tears of exhaustion. You slumped back with a sigh, the pages loosely held in your hands as you rested your eyes for a moment.
Bad idea.
Almost immediately, sleep overtook you, papers slipping through your fingers and drifting across the floor in every direction as your consciousness faded away.
You woke again when you felt your body jostling, then suddenly lifted. It took a minute to wake up enough to peer through cracked eyelids and see that you were being carried up the hotel stairs. You felt familiar arms cradling your back and legs, and the firmness of a chest that your head rested against.
You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. That staticy feeling in the air and prickling your skin was enough to know. You let your body relax again, but couldn’t seem to catch sleep again.
He hummed a gentle tune as he walked, using his knee to turn the doorknob to your shared room. He pushed it open with his shoulder and walked you in.
You felt the plush sheets of your bed as he sat you down, but you pushed yourself back up into a sitting position to look at him. Stare at him. You hoped he could pick apart your emotions just by the way you glared. If he did, he made no attempt at asking what was wrong, and merely looked back at you with his slightly glowing red eyes and wide grin.
“You’ll hurt your back, falling asleep on the couch like that!” He started to chastise you playfully. He turned his back to you and opened up a drawer against the wall.
“Where have you been, Al,” You asked, ignoring his comment. You looked towards your feet. It was hard questioning him, because he didn’t take much seriously, no matter how serious you felt. There was a lump in your throat as you spoke.
“Busy as usual, my dear,” He replied in a sing-song voice. A quiet jazz tune emanated from the microphone atop his cane. Or, would that make it a radio? Both, probably. He rummaged through that drawer for a moment, before pulling out a thin, plain shirt and fuzzy pajama pants.
He walked back over to you, and you noticed the way his eyes flicked across your face, examining your expression. Still, he said nothing. You’d like to think he felt guilty, and didn’t want to admit it—but, truly, you doubted it. He wasn’t one for guilt, after all.
“I’ve been pretty lonely for a week, you know,” You said, folding your arms. “I’d at least like a better explanation.”
You allowed your arms to fall when he pulled at your elbows. You lifted them above your head as he gingerly gripped the edges of your hoodie and pulled it off. He quickly replaced it with the shirt he had grabbed earlier. He followed similar motions with your pants.
As angry as you were, you appreciated intimate moments like this with him. Moments so close, so vulnerable and bare, but still comfortable and sensitive. It was weird, with him being the Radio Demon and all.
“Maintaining turfs and deals is exhausting work, ma moitie, and there’s a few souls that haven’t been keeping up with their side of our bargains,” Alastor explained rather indifferently. Though, you could tell by the strain in his smile and the clipping in the radio static that he was trying his best to be delicate and honest—as possible as that is with Alastor.
“Just– tell me something next time, at least, ‘kay?” You felt embarrassed by the practically begging tone in your voice, but Alastor didn’t seem to notice.
“I suppose it is wrong for a gentleman to leave his lady questioning,” Alastor joked. He meant it, though, and he carefully smoothed your hair in an attempt at comfort.
He stepped away from you, and you frowned at the sudden space. The frown was quickly replaced by a wide smile when you noticed Alastor removing his sharp coat and carefully hanging it by the door.
What a treat, you thought, as you watched him discard the layers of his outfit. Your mouth fell open when he turned his back to you.
“You have a tail?” You asked. Alastor’s ears twitched back for a moment, stiff.
Clear as day, right in front of your eyes, was a tail you had somehow never seen before. Delicate, fluffy, and red with black—just like his ears. You couldn’t stop the stunned laugh that escaped your mouth.
“Regretfully, I do,” Alastor responded. He quickly turned back to face you. His nose was scrunched in disdain and his lips were curled in a frustrated smile. “Don’t talk about it. To anybody.”
You laughed again and quickly beckoned him towards the bed. He complied and sat down next to you. He had noticeably sat in such a way that his waist was angled to keep his tail out of sight.
You pouted at him, wordlessly motioning towards what you both knew you wanted.
He narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m not a pet, nor a toy,” He said roughly. The static in his voice was heavy. You knew he was embarrassed, and that made your grin all the wider. It probably rivaled his own harsh smile.
“I’ll never, ever, ever ask again, ever,” You promised, holding out your pinky. Alastor’s eyes rolled at the motion. Alternatively, he held out his palm for you to shake.
You eyed his hand, then looked back up to him. You jerked your pinky towards him, urging him to take it instead. You weren’t about to actually bind your promise in a real deal. You knew in, like, a week you would probably beg him to see his tail again.
“How incredibly childish,” He sighed. Still, he curled his hand into a fist and connected his sharp pinky with your own. “I won’t forget about this.” He threatened.
“Yeah, yeah, show me the goods,” You said with a sly smile. Alastor stared at you for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes, and roughly twisted his waist so that his tail turned towards you. He kicked his leg up and over the other, and folded his arms all sassy-like and impatiently waited for you to finish your very important mission.
You smiled gratefully, and gingerly settled your hands on the tail. It was so incredibly soft. As much hatred he seemed to hold for the thing, Alastor obviously took great care in the fur, keeping it silky smooth and combed.
It seemed sensitive, and you noticed how his ears twitched and turned in response to your touch. His eyes were cast away from you, and his brows were furrowed. Was he blushing? No, probably a trick of the light.
“Your tail is super soft, Al,” You complimented. “Probably the best in all of Hell.”
“Are you quite finished,” He asked through gritted teeth, his eyes clenched shut. His own body betrayed him, though, as his tail wagged at you slightly. You held in a squeal of delight at the sight, knowing he would probably leave you right then and there. However, you had been at it for a few minutes and didn’t want to push your luck any further. You sighed in response, and removed your fingers from his tail.
“I guess, for now,” You said playfully. This elicited a sharp look from the Radio Demon.
“For forever,” He claimed. “We shook pinkies.”
You managed to hold in the laugh from his words. It was impossible to take him seriously as he said that, especially as he sat with a tail on full display and ears quirked backwards in embarrassment.
You yawned, opting to stop responding to him. You tugged at the hem of his shirt as you fell back into the mattress, and he easily let himself fall alongside you. He was settled next to you, and you practically magnetically attached yourself to him. He was stiff for a few minutes, but slowly unwound and relaxed next to you.
It didn’t take long at all for you to fall asleep. With the familiar heat and weight of his body in the mattress next to you, you were comfortable again for the first time in a week. The feeling of Alastor’s nails playing through your hair was the final straw as a deep sleep erased your senses.
#ohdeerfully#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#fluff#alastor x you#alastor is kind of a butt at first#his tail makes up for it tho#i imagine its super sensitive bc he ignores it so much#he might be touched starved but u didnt hear it from me!
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lee haechan fic recs!
❤︎ I LIKE YOU (I DO) (L.DH) - @domjaehyun (stoner!haechan just wants you to know how much he likes you.)
❤︎ paperclip - @smileysuh (yandere, ex bf! hyuck)
❤︎ My Boy. - @prodbymaui (A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.)
❤︎ kiss it better - @yeow6n (haechan gets hurt but you know that with him it’s not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it)
❤︎ sugar, butter, & the royal crown - L.DH - @haechwrites (prince donghyuck only has one princess on his mind, but she's not actually a princess. she's just the royal baker's granddaughter.)
❤︎ bus stop - @ooshu (haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.)
❤︎ strawberries & cigarettes - @hyudior (the art school's play is in two days and you're running out of time to put everything together since your known enemy lee donghyuck decided that the rehearsal day was the perfect day to release a launch party for his new album.)
❤︎ >> take my breath - @hyuckwrlds
❤︎ moles ♡‧₊˚ lee haechan - @sleeping-sirens (you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didn’t even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.)
❤︎ haechan — gold-skinned, eager baby - @hyuckmov (he used to be able to hide it. he used to be fine with glancing at you, habitually flicking his eyes to your chest when you would walk into the room or snuggle up to him. but now he’s totally fucked, because he thinks he’s developed some sort of addiction.)
❤︎ eyes tell - @tonicandjins (donghyuck has been trying to confess his feelings to you. third time's the charm, he thinks.)
❤︎ going below zero | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (Considering how much Haechan makes it his personal mission to antagonize you at work, it seems like a rather cruel twist of fate that the both of you have been side by side since middle school, the only consolation being that his office is a different floor from yours. But if there’s a saying about how distance makes the heart grow fonder, your attitude with him might just be the opposite, and it’ll take a family ski holiday to find out.)
❤︎ take my breath. - @sixzeroes (lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.)
❤︎ ice cream thief [ l.dh ] - @tddyhyck (someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?)
❤︎ tease | lee haechan - @hyuckiefluff (Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan.)
❤︎ 𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ¹⁸⁺ - @goldyeokki (you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?)
❤︎ high (with my lover) [m] – l.dh - @yeonghosins (y/n smokes up with donghyuck for the first time)
❤︎ what the puck! - @choerrypuffs (you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.)
❤︎ double take | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (friends to lovers, highschool au, slowburn, fluff, angst)
❤︎ Your Red Lipstick || L.DH - @ihaechans (Kisses, kisses, kisses. That’s all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he won’t leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.)
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I know the niggling voice in my ear telling me to pivot the Book/Nile story into a series is the devil talking but tbh
I might listen anyway
#Matt writes#fic: together in the same direction#might turn it into the series title and link it properly with All on my own
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may i request ghost seeing reader making something (maybe a get well soon card or a papercrane or sth idk) and then someone accidentally ruining it? like how would he react? what would he do next etc
doesnt have to be a fic if you decide to write it, could be bulletpoints or something ez🥰🥰
thankyouu🥺✨
I love getting requests like this one; thank you @lululandd! Also, there’s a very important A/N at the end, so meet me there. Buh-bye for now, enjoy! 🍫
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Price got hurt. It was a terrible hit, and everything happened so fast. You were there, at the crime scene, as everything unfolded right before your very eyes.
His injury, however, wasn’t the result of a mission gone wrong; no. Some idiot forgot to put the warning sign on the wet floor, which caused the poor man to fly into the air and crash to the floor.
The good news is that he's recovering quickly and is now being held at the medical centre until he's ready to be released.
The bad news? Without a captain to guide the team, there was no mission to undergo. And, without a mission, none of you had a clear direction or purpose, leaving you all floating in a sea of mundane tasks and boredom. So, for the past few days, you and the rest of the team have been doing mind-numbing chores ranging from scrubbing the kitchen’s greasy ovens to meticulously organising the cluttered armoury.
While Soap and Gaz are on patrol, you and Ghost are taking a break in the mess hall. He’s cleaning his gun by disassembling it and wiping all its metal components with an alcohol solution. You sit across from him, working on a different kind of project: making a get-well-soon card for Price.
Last night, you snuck into HR’s office and “borrowed” some supplies to help you with your craft: a piece of white paper from the printer, some markers, and a pot of blue-coloured glitter dust you found in one of the drawers. It was a mystery as to why the military’s Human Resources department possessed glitter. Still, it will undoubtedly prove helpful with your "crafty" mission.
You also went to the doctor and requested some “normal-sized” bandages to help with your secret project. The doctor leaned back in his chair, raising one eyebrow. He asked why you wanted the bandages, but you were so vague with your answer that he became suspicious of you. So he pulled his desk’s drawer and gave you one fucking bandage—just one. So you had to make it count.
You folded the white paper in half and carefully attached the bandage horizontally to create the outline of Price’s body. The only thing left is to paint his face on the bandage and draw a hospital bed underneath it. That, and getting the team together to write some kind messages on the card.
Ghost looks at you every now and then, mildly intrigued by your artistic creation. You catch his eye, and he quickly turns away.
“Do you like it?” you ask.
“It’s a bandage on a piece of paper,” he says, shrugging. “What is there to like?”
“It’s not just a bandage on a piece of paper,” you explain and gesture to the figure on the paper; “it’s supposed to be Price lying in his hospital bed, recovering.”
His response comes in the form of a lengthy, dismissive snort. He points to the glitter pot in front of you.
“Why the glitter?” he asks.
“It’s for the bedsheets,” you murmur.
“I didn’t know they transferred Price to a love hotel,” he mocks, turning away from you to resume his task. You roll your eyes in response and shift your focus to your craft. This is the same guy you’ll later ask to write a few pleasant words on that card. Fun stuff.
You can still feel his gaze on you as you work on the captain’s card. Despite his best efforts to appear apathetic, you notice him leaning in slightly, pretending to stretch or yawn while sneaking peeks at your project. His body language betrays him; even though he tries to be tough and keep up the act, you know that deep down, he’s a huge softie who can’t resist a heartfelt gesture. He coughs, pretending to clear his throat, and you stifle a laugh at his failed attempt to seem disinterested. You roll your eyes and slam your hand on the table.
“What’s your problem, Lieutenant?” you ask with an amused smirk on your lips.
“I just don’t understand,” he says as he wipes the gun barrel. “Why bother making a card from scratch when you can buy one?”
“Because it’s more meaningful,” you explain. “When you take the time to create something yourself, it shows that you care. It’s not a generic card; it’s a heartfelt statement.”
He lets out a sarcastic scoff.
“I’d do the same thing for you, you know.” You whisper.
He puts down his rifle and looks at you. “You would?” He asks, surprised.
You nod. “Of course, I would,” you reply, “but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that; I’d rather you stay injury-free.”
He chuckles and turns to look at the mess hall doors as they open, with Soap and Gaz carrying a large box and approaching you both.
They slam the box on the table without assessing its weight, causing the entire surface to shake. The impact knocks Ghost’s alcohol solution over, spilling it all over the table and, even worse, all over your hand-made card.
Your heart sinks to your stomach as you helplessly watch the liquid soak into the card, smudging the ink and warping the paper. Ghost throws the gun on the table and grabs your card as quickly as he can. Soap curses under his breath, and Gaz grabs some paper towels from another table, attempting to rescue anything he can. But it’s too late; the damage is done.
You look up to see Ghost standing there, pinching your card between his fingers.
He is livid.
“What the fucking fucking shit, sergeants?” He murmurs.
“Apologies,” Soap replies, utterly unaware of what he’s done, “Hope we didn’t ruin anything important.”
“This,” Ghost says quietly as he raises the destroyed card, “was a get-well-soon card for Price.”
“Sorry guys,” Gaz apologises as he wipes the table off. “Soap and I will go buy another o-”
“SHE MADE THIS!” Ghost yells at him, “SHE MADE THIS WITH HER OWN HANDS!”
Soap furrows his brow. “Why would you make a card when you can buy one?” he wonders.
Ghost slaps his thigh, muttering profanities under his breath. You try to convince him that it’s alright and that a store-bought card will do just fine, but he cuts you off and looks at the sergeants.
“Why make a card instead of just buying one?” He asks and brings the tips of his fingers together, waving his hand back and forth in front of the two sergeants. “Because a hand-made card is more meaningful and personal than buying a generic one, you dimwits,” he lectures them and turns to you.
“Can you make another one, Y/N?” He asks softly.
You lower your head to the ground. “I’m afraid I’ve run out of banda-”
“SHE DOESN’T HAVE ANY MORE BANDAGES, YA PRICKS!”
“And I had only one sheet of paper.”
“AND SHE HAD ONL-” he pauses. “How come you only got one sheet?” He asks, and you explain that you weren’t supposed to be on the HR premises, so you had to act quickly. Ghost lets out a deep sigh as he looks at the ruined card.
“Sergeant Mactavish, go get a few sheets of paper from my office,” he instructs before turning to Gaz. “Sergeant Garrick,” he orders, “go to the medic; tell him that your new boots have caused blisters on your feet, and you need a few bandages to patch them up.”
They both nod and leave to go fetch your supplies. Ghost turns to you and crumbles your—already—destroyed card.
“Don’t be sad, kid,” he comforts you, “I’ll help you make another one.”
“Really, Lt.?” You ask, grinning.
“Damn right I will,” he says as he takes off his gloves, “and it’ll have bandages and bedsheets full of fucking glitter and everything nice on it.”
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A/N: The card was inspired by this tutorial from Jennie Moraitis; all credit goes to her. Here’s a picture of the card from her website!
#simon ghost riley x f!reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x y/n#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x you#simon riley#call of duty#modern warfare 2#cod mwii#cod mw2#ghost cod mw2#ghost cod mwii#cod ghost#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#simon ghost riley fic#simon ghost riley fanfiction#ghost mw2
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Hello! I hope your doing great, your fics are so good and I thought this was a good idea 😭 can you do the monster trio + Law and Kidd with a reader who LOVES physical contact, they’ll insist cuddles every night and they have to at least be holding hands for them to be satisfied, I’d prefer a fem reader but anything is fine ❤️
oooh these are cute!!! thanks for sending me this, this helped get the juices flowing after a lil' bit of burnout!
monster trio + law + kid & an affectionate reader
ft. luffy, zoro, sanji, law, kid
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luffy
he is a total cuddle monster too, and loves to have his hands and arms wrapped around you, so this is a match made in heaven!
has no problems completely squeezing you like a boa constrictor, no matter who is watching. he's so happy to be with you, and wants everyone else to know it!
he loves holding your hand when adventuring somewhere new, even if he sometimes gets a bit excited and ends up dragging you along behind him!
zoro
he is a big snuggler, but likes to keep his affections more private. he sees your relationship as something to be kept between the two of you, and that extends to public displays of affection.
that being said, his one big exception is he will pull you close and cuddle with you as you both nap on the deck together. if anyone asks, he will get embarrassed and insist that you initiated it.
he may grumble a bit and blush if you take his hand in public even if your intentions are innocent as you try to get his to walk in the right direction, but he won't let go.
sanji
you won't have to initiate contact at all with him, considering he's just like you. in fact, he can get a bit whiny if you're not giving him enough physical affection; he can't help it, he just can't get enough of you!
the one exception is when you're needy as he's cooking. it bothers him at first that he can't both prepare food and hold his beloved's hand at once, but the two of you end up coming to a compromise: wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his back while he works.
in bed he is a big fan of entangling your limbs with his, laying face to face so he can smother your face with kisses as you both slowly fall asleep.
law
good luck. he prickles up at physical affection, especially in the beginning stages of a relationship, to the point where it may cause friction between the two of you.
over time, you both make some concessions; you keep your affection (mostly) behind closed doors, and he learns to accept more loving gestures from you with appreciation rather than a grimace.
that being said, he loves to hold you close as you fall asleep, and in the early morning when he wakes up; it's the one time he truly appreciates your tendency to be overflowing with affection without complaining.
kid
you're on the same wavelength with him! he loves to show you off and wants everyone to know you're with him. he's an incredibly proud person, and that pride extends to his choice in a partner!
however, if you get him started, he may not know when to stop, to the point where it could embarrass even you; at least he has the decency to yank you off to somewhere private before it gets too obscene (sometimes)
though he loves showy displays of affection, his favorite moments are the quiet ones where there is no performance to play, and you're just smothering him in love. he might tease you a bit, but it's only because he loves seeing your pretty cheeks get as red as his hair!
#one piece x reader#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji x reader#black leg sanji x reader#law x reader#trafalgar law x reader#luffy x reader#monkey d luffy x reader#eustass kid x reader#eustass kidd x reader#one piece headcanons#one piece fanfiction#one piece scenario#zoro x you#sanji x you#luffy x you#law x you
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in every other life- s.r.
a/n: my soul is in this mf fic. there's a lil sexual tension lol! this is a behemoth of pining. so much fucking pining. this guy needs you like air wtf!! ALSO the poem is from a book, the lover's dictionary by david levithan.
summary: the love of spencer's life is also his best friend, and she goes on a few dates. he does not handle it well, internally. ft. metaphysics by our dear genius boy.
wc: 3.3k (holy shit)
While he recognizes that no direct injustice has actually been done to him, he can’t help but feel that it’s so unfair.
Because Spencer had never actually wanted much of anyone, actually. He was too much of a child through his entire education, and he’d found anyone that he’d even consider had almost instantly had dismissed him. He’d grown used to a life where companionship wasn’t a desire that crossed his mind.
But he wanted her.
His lovely friend, his coworker, who was the kind of lovely that it feels unfair you’d ever have to take your eyes off of. She’s the best person he’s ever met, the sort of wonderful you read about but never convince yourself you’ll ever see. He knows the shape of her, has her form memorized from watching, waiting for her to step into the office every day.
It was only a matter of time until he wasn’t the only one with his eye on her.
She’s actually absurdly easy to want. There’s nights where they watch something, often what he picked, Doctor Who or some other science fiction which would be great if he could focus on anything but her. Her warm disposition ruminating his too-small apartment with a kind of light that follows his every movement. He’d adore her even if she wasn’t, but it’s impossible to ignore how beautiful she is- the kind of pretty that you hardly expect to see in real life.
“Hey you,” her so-sweet voice is what breaks him out of his daydreaming, and he looks up at her lovely face smiling down at him. Fondness seeps through her tone, and it’s everything he can do not to preen that her first thought at seeing him is one of pleasure.
“Hey back,” he says, greeting her with a warm grin of his own. “How was your weekend?”
It’s a calculated question.
She had canceled their weekly movie night. He’d tried not to look too disappointed, like the idea of her next to him on his couch, of her nimble fingers raking through his unkempt hair while something nice, but far less wonderful than his company played in the background wasn’t all that was keeping him going. These days, and he knows it’s likely delusion, that she sometimes seems to gaze back at him with a similar sort of desperation, hooded eyes and tenderness.
It’s a liminal space, those nights. How can people be two things at once? You cannot be both in love and not. In the low-light of his place, under his blanket- it’s like Schrodinger’s experiment. She can’t love him like a friend and more at the same time- it resists the laws of physics. She is his best friend, a fact he knows as sure as gravity and the elements, and believing anymore than that- it’s asserting an impossibility.
When they’re alone together, though. It seems like the impossible exists.
But she’d canceled it, something she hadn’t done for the months they’d been engaging in their little tradition. So there had to be a reason. She sits next to him, her desk next to his.
She looks a little disheveled, only in an adorable way- but a little like she’s been busy, like her flow is disrupted.
“It was good! I finally went out with that guy Penelope’s been begging me to let her set me up with.”
It’s all that he can do not to freeze up.
Penelope has been trying to get her to go out with her friend Ben, which Spencer thinks is a stupid name, by the way, and secretly he’d been so, so pleased when she had brushed off the invite. It’s a dangerous thing, hope. He tries not to have too much of it, tries to savor the thought of her, of more for moments of particular vulnerability. It’s treacherous, to want her the way he does. He knows he can’t let himself feel it all the way.
And logistically- romance is not a reason for a valid reason for him to be panicking the way he is, but all he can think about is the physics. Two opposite things cannot be true at the same time.
“You know, studies suggest that even now, the majority of couples are meeting in person or through friends over any other medium.”
It hurts to say. She’s part of a couple, one half a whole that he doesn’t complete.
“Seriously? I’d have thought it’d changed by now. I guess it’s safer to date someone you know.”
She’d date someone she knew? Is that what she prefers?
“How did it go?” He hears Emily ask, and this conversation is already the bane of his existence.
“Guys, it really wasn’t a big deal! We got dinner, it was just a little thing.”
Spencer isn’t experienced in dating, but he does know that dinner is a serious date. Coffee is a smaller thing, but dinner-
Dinner means she got pretty for him. Probably picked out a dress for the evening, spent time on a carefully manicured look. Spent hours of her precious, rare, time on him.
It’s not fair how much he fucking hates this guy.
“Dinner is not nothing!” Penelope squeals, and he would love to share in her excitement, except it kind of feels like a piece of his heart is being shredded.
“Dinner means coming up to my place, have coffee, oh look who doesn’t have her hair done-“
Please kill me, he thinks. Please.
“Oh, that definitely did not happen.”
Thank god.
Except he can’t miss her flush, how her expression shifts- and he has the sickening feeling he’d be hearing that guy’s name again.
When they all settle around the table, her doe eyes focused on gruesome images that were the exact antithesis of her spirit, he couldn’t help but feel that even if it hurt, there was finality.
The cat was out of the box. Two things cannot be true at once, and so only one is- she does not love him, at least not the way he does.
Ben, is not in fact, going away.
If he had more willpower or self-preservation, Spencer would keep his distance from her, but the truth of it is that as much as he wants to be the person she turns to, her smile is most of why he can stand his job anymore.
It’s a Tuesday, and everyone is grumbling about being pulled in early in the morning, but he’s just happy to have a reason to leave the house.
“Spence!” He hears her excited voice carry, the pretty sound picking his ears up at once. “I got you coffee. It’s hazelnut, and it’s like, 90% sugar. You’re gonna love it.”
She beams at him, and he takes it in his hands. Their hands brush, and he tries so hard not to notice how soft her hands are. Her name is on the cup, and an unconsenting fantasy of her name meaning that he’s hers creeps into his mind before he can bat it away.
But her cup says Ben.
“Thanks,” he says her name, tries to sound measured and friendly. “Coffee date?”
She preens, and god, if this guy doesn’t get how lucky he is it might be thing thing that actually sends him over the edge after all these years.
“Just a quick thing, we were just in the same place and he bought me a coffee, I’d already gotten yours.”
If there’s two roles he can fill and he doesn’t get to pick, if he’s stuck with friends, he’s gonna be great at it, and he’s gonna be grateful. Because knowing her is a grace in itself, the kind of thing you should could yourself so lucky to have.
“He sounds like a great guy,” he hears himself say, “I’m glad you’re doing this.”
It’s the right thing to say. He’s sure of it. The thing he’s not sure of is why the smile she offers him doesn’t reach her eyes.
The next time he notices the cracks in their relationship, it’s when they’re out. She’d suggested this bookstore-cafe kind of thing, and he’d jumped at the thought, all of his favorite things in one afternoon. He’d felt foolish spending so much time picking out his outfit out, wearing the blazer she’d once complimented-he’d actually stuttered so hard in thanks that Morgan laughed for a full minute when she left the room- but she always looked beautiful, and he knows he sometimes pales in comparison.
“Oh, I love this one!” She thumbs over the spine of a thin book of poetry. She’s wearing a forest green sweater that hugs her frame, and a bracelet hangs on her delicate wrist. He loves looking at her, though he tries to conceal it. His goal of being a supportive friend includes trying not to make it that known how gone for her he is.
“I don’t read too much poetry,” he admits, “But I’m sure you have excellent taste.”
Her keen eyes skim through the pages intently, clearly seeking out a specific passage before stopping, gaze alight with recognition.
Her tone is molasses-sweet when she begins reading, and his heart skips a beat.
“When I say be my lover,” her voice hitches, reverent of the quote and he is reverent of her, “ I don’t mean ‘let’s have an affair. I don’t mean Sleep with me. I don’t mean Be my secret. I want us to go back to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.”
It feels impossible to look away from her, doe eyes practically sparkling in the low light of the shop, and there it is. His heart’s in his throat. Of all the things you could have told Spencer he’d experience, hearing her lovely voice wrap around the words be my lover in hushed tone, in sacred sweetness, would never ever be one he’d guess.
He’s not sure how he feels about the multiverse theory, but right now, he can feel all the versions of himself pressing right up against him. Can see into lives he doesn’t get to live, lifetimes where his love isn’t a buried, worn-out tattered thing to keep his ever-frigid chest warm. Versions of himself that in this very moment can smile back at her, warm and open and kind, and kiss her perfect smile.
Because he would be her lover. He would come home to her, spend the rest of his life building a home that she could fit into. It’d be easy, actually. She’s easy to imagine- nights of laughing in a shared kitchen, evenings where her company is a fine wine, sipped at leisure with the comfort of knowing it’s never going to slip from your grasp.
“I like that,” he says, voice too vulnerable for his own good, eyes unable to tear from the eye contact. “I really like that.”
In the root of it, he already is her lover. He is the one who loves her. She’s just not his.
It comes to a head on a Friday. It’s a few weeks from he book shop, and the air feels heavier between them now. The last handful of Fridays he’s sat with the ghost of what used to be their plans, empty time lingering where in its’ place used to be her company.
He doesn’t know if she’s been with Ben. He tries not to think about it.
The sound of her voice lingers in his mind, sweet and bitter in his mind like old lemon candy, the kind his mother would save for special occasions. He’d spend any amount of money he had to hear her lovely voice say those words to him out of the context of a poem.
At work, they seem almost normal. Like one of them wasn’t desperately in love with the other; like a genius and his lovely, incredibly empathetic, kind best friend. In the field, their actions flow together seamlessly. She is always the first to listen and to understand (and god, isn’t it intoxicating to have someone meet you in understanding) and there is nothing to suspect is off.
But there’s still a cloud lingering. The poem- the soft melody of her voice curling around the words, the request of it all, the way she had sounded so wanting- and then, there’s Ben.
She doesn’t mention Ben to him, of course, but Penelope does. Penelope, all bows and bright colors and cheeriness keeps bringing the absolute worst news to Spencer with a smile on her face.
He’s taking her out for drinks! Oh, he’s reading her favorite book, do you know what it is?
This anger isn’t an emotion that he’s familiar with. A roar of possessiveness, the bite of it not tempered at all by rationality. Has he touched her?
It seems almost a tradition at this point when she shakes him out of his jealous storm of thought.
“Spence?” she muses, “You alright?” They’re alone at his desk, everyone having fled for their own evening and weekend plans. This was one of the Fridays that she had agreed to spend with him, and he wonders if he’ll be able to handle the scent of her shampoo so close after such a lapse of the sensation. Will all of his judgement go where he can’t follow?
“Yeah,” he says, tucking his papers into his bag, “I’m excited for tonight.”
His place is actually a short walk from the office. He’d been embarrassed to show her the place at first. It’s all function over fashion, and a bit cramped, but she’d looked at as though it was made of something more, something good. She didn’t even tease him. It had actually been her idea, to start these movie nights.
Ironic, really.
The walk was pleasant, the weather a little frigid but still nice, and she looks beautiful under the setting sun. It’s incredible to him, how her lashes catch the light and make her irises look like polished stained glass. His favorite color. Through the looking glass of another life, he sees a version of himself that gathers her up in his arms. In this daydream, she grants him one of her smiles that seems to carry its’ own light, and leans into his body like it’s the only thing that keeps her steady. It’s so clear. On the other side of the veil, he kisses her reddening nose, and keeps her warm himself.
In the here and now, Her coat is long, and hangs low by her ankles. It’s an elegant thing, like the woman who wears it, and Spencer would be grateful for a lifetime of just looking.They stop in front of his door, some invisible force stopping him from entering.
She sheds the coat inside his home. It smells like the candle she got him for his birthday, a reminder of her grace. He’s saved a bottle of wine for them, a sweet thing for the sweetest thing he’s known.
“I’m sorry,” she speaks the warmth of the beverage on her tongue, and it should feel abrupt but it doesn’t.
“What for?” He can’t imagine what she would have to apologize for.
“I know things have been…off between us,” she says carefully, considering the phrasing of each word. He watches her with a reverence, his hazel eye brimming with affection with nowhere to go. “You’ve been so great through it.”
Her legs are thrown across his own, and she’s dangerously close to sitting in his lap, but not exactly. He’s missed having her this close, the last time she’d been in his orbit was before she’d had reason to be gone. She smells floral. He fights With limited filtering through his already treacherous mind he thinks, He can’t take this from me. I still get her like this.
“I’m not entirely sure what it is.”
She slowly shuts her eyes, go for a moment to somewhere he can’t follow. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold.
“This whole Ben thing.”
“Oh.”
Logically, it always had to come back to this. Someone else had the good fortune to know her like this, to be the person she reads poetry to in deep meaning to.
He’s been stealing moments from someone who’s not his to take them from.
“I don’t even know how I wanted you to react.” she murmurs, staring at the rim of her glass.
“I just want you to be happy” His voice is something low, grit in the sound of it. His hand rests on her thigh. There’s warmth blanketing the room and he wants to kiss her. He wants to kiss her all the time.
She laughs, but it’s not her normal laugh. It’s tinny and a little bitter. He pushes his luck, and reaches out to brush the side of her face, moving the hair but still holding her face. Her breath smells like strawberry wine and temptation.
It feels different tonight. Low light and tension that could be sliced with wire. Every part of her is in reach, and something in the air makes all of this talk of relativity, of physics, moot.
Like maybe he’s not in the only world they don’t end up together.
Her face is warm and soft under his touch and he loves the sight of her. He’s never touched her like this. Every point of contact feels electric, addicting.
“What is it? The Ben thing?” He doesn’t know what he’s expecting to hear. What he wants, is for her to tell him that it doesn’t matter anymore, that she picks him-
“I only went out with him the once.”
“What?”
“I told Penelope I was still going because it made her happy and she said I couldn’t keep going to your apartment and reading you poetry and call that romance.”
Romance?
Wasn’t it romance, though?
Her eyes widen in something akin to horror.
“Shit, Spence- I’m sorry, that is so fucked of me to say-“
“You,” he tries to say calmly, “aren’t going out with Ben.”
She blinks.
“No?”
He has spent so much time living in other lives, existing in the minds of versions of himself he wasn’t lucky enough to be. Drinking coffee imagine a life colored in her presence, falling asleep yearning for the presence of something lighter than what he has to carry.
He can’t exist in two places. That was the entire basis of the experiment.
He moves his other hand to hold hers, and somehow she’s shifted to being on top of him, and he looks up at her with unwavering desire.
Spencer isn’t good at wanting people, but it comes naturally with her. Less of an action and more an urge, a course of motion to which he is at the mercy of. This is what leads him to close the gap between them, and kiss her. It’s
Her delicate fingers run through his hair, and she can’t be close enough, please, and he could spend the rest of his life kissing her, actually. He probably will spend the rest of his life thinking about the soft sigh he pulls out of her.
“I want it to be me,” he manages to say through shallow breath, still so close that his lips brush hers every other word, “I want to be the one you pick. I want it to be me.” His hazel eyes seem to shift in the moment, swirling with emotion.
She brushes a lock of his overgrown hair out of his face. He normally shaves when he sees her, but he’d been so busy that he’d forgotten, and felt embarrassed of it now. That is, until she runs her index finger along the edge of his jawline.
It’s then she leans down and kisses him again, pliant and good, his hands around her waist. He breathes a prayer into her mouth, one that hopes that she never ever comes to her senses about him.
“Spence,” she says, her voice golden silk, a kindness. “There was never anyone else to pick.”
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Halsin x Tav // Halsin x Reader
Summary: Tav misinterprets Halsin’s declarations, thinking he must not want her as much as she wants him. Can Halsin convince her of his love?
A/N: Well, my first Halsin fic is here! Based off this dialogue from the game, featuring a classic miscommunication trope. When I first came across this dialogue, I found myself rather disappointed by Halsin’s declaration, and I realized I was focusing on all the wrong parts of it. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, so here we have a scenario in which Tav has done the same. This fic is so self-indulgent it should be a crime.
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort (emphasis on the comfort—I promise all’s well that ends well). Pretty spoiler free, except for the opening dialogue if you’re romancing Halsin and you want all that to be a surprise.
“Relationship?” A deep chuckle rumbles in Halsin’s chest. A sinking feeling settles into your gut. You weren’t sure what to expect when you broached the topic of a potential relationship, but a laugh? A direct blow from an enemy sword would have hurt less.
“Such terms belong to civilization—a little unfamiliar to my lips.” His words continued, but that soft smile, those kind eyes, the strong, steadfast shape of Halsin, it all begins to shift, distorting just slightly as traitorous tears prick at your eyes. A quick bite of your inner cheek reminds you to hold steady, to not let the tears fall—by every star in that gods damned sky, you are not going to let him see you cry.
“…you and I should each seek happiness wherever it lies…”
He’s still going on? You think to yourself. How long can one rejection take? You bite your cheek even harder, a coppery tang bursting on your tastebuds.
Halsin’s words echo in your mind, despite the fact that his monologue seems to continue, piercing your heart again and again, the pain stealing the breath from your lungs. You will yourself to take in another breath.
“Let others know the happiness of being with you.” Halsin smiles down on you, not an ounce of malice in those soft green eyes. The staunch difference between his kindhearted gaze and the red-hot pain radiating in your chest was nearly laughable. In fact, at that very moment, you were unsure if your next steps would include crying, laughing, or launching an all out assault on the mountain of a man before you—an action that would surely not work out in your favor given the comical size difference between you two.
In the end, it was all you could do to offer a small, meager, “I see.” It’s a notable effort to keep the emotion from your voice, but you’re proud of the attempt all the same.
A frown breaks out across Halsin’s face, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Have I said something wrong, my heart?”
Those two words are a slap to your face. You don’t trust yourself to speak, not again, so without a word you turn and make your way to your tent as fast as your feet can take you.
The fabric barely has time to fall in place behind you before the warm tears finally break free.
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Two days had passed since the incident. While you wanted nothing more than to mope about on your bedroll and avoid Halsin altogether, your situation doesn’t exactly allow for such luxuries.
Which is how you find yourself in the woods with Shadowheart, foraging for ingredients to top off your party’s supply of potions and tonics. Though you left early in the morning, the sun glares bright overhead now. Wiping a bead of sweat from your brow, you crouch low beneath a bush and scan the area for the bright violet blooms Shadowheart had you scouting for.
“I just don’t understand why you had to drag me out for this,” you fuss at your friend as thorns from the underbrush prick your side. Your clothing offers little protection against natures most irritating defenses.
“Surely there’s…someone more suited to this than I.” Your following scowl can’t be entirely blamed by the literal thorn in your side, not as thoughts of Halsin flash through your mind once more.
Shadowheart hums absentmindedly. “Yes, this is true. Halsin is more in tune with the forest,” she mutters, collecting something from the earth too small for your eyes to make out. A soft clink tells you the specimen makes it into the glass bottle. “I was actually hoping to talk to you about that,” Shadowheart continues, popping the cork back on the bottle and tucking it away.
“About what?” You hiss as another thorn embeds itself in your palm. You toss a scowl her way before distracting yourself from the conversation as you fiddle with removing the thorn. You’re not sure which hurts worse, the abrupt change in conversation topic or the wound in your hand. Impervious to your dirty looks, Shadowheart makes her way over to you.
“Well, you two were nearly inseparable. Absolutely enamored with each other—anyone could see it.” She takes your hand into her own to assess the damage.
“And now, well, if I’m being completely honest dear, you’re rather dour, you seldom leave your tent, or you’re looking for any excuse to get away from the party—sorry this’ll only hurt a second.” You wince as she pulls the thorn free and presses hard on the wound to stanch any bleeding. “And, well, Halsin’s been…unusually forlorn. Like a poor dog that’s been kicked in the stomach.”
With a scoff you withdraw your hand, taking care to apply pressure to it just as Shadowheart had done.
“I couldn’t care less what Halsin’s been doing.” The lie is ash on your tongue.
Shadowheart looks at you then, really looks at you. You try your best not to fidget under her assessing gaze.
“What happened?”
“I—“
“And don’t bother lying to me,” she’s quick to interrupt. “Save it for someone else. I know something has been bothering you.”
Resignation floods you. Leave it to Shadowheart to see right through your bravado and into your heart.
“I was a fool for thinking he could ever be happy with me.” The words are soft as they fall from your lips, but they burn your heart all the same. A firm weight falls on your shoulder as Shadowheart offers an encouraging hand.
“Tell me everything.”
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Halsin’s voice calls out your name from just outside Shadowheart’s tent. His low timbre still brings a tightness to your chest, but you will yourself to breathe normally. You’d been doing your best to avoid him since getting back to camp with Shadowheart, but you suppose now is as good a time as any to rip that particular bandage off.
“Yes, Halsin?” You ask matter of factly, not even looking up from the array of ingredients you’re currently sorting through. You pointedly ignore his gaze as he steps into the tent, taking up a majority of the albeit limited empty space.
Halsin clears his throat, clearly uncertain how to proceed. You two had always shared such an easygoing openness between you, but the last two days had left him scrambling for purchase.
“I was hoping we could talk,” Halsin smiles down at you, undeterred by your clear avoidance.
“Mm, we are talking.” You collect up one of the empty potion bottles, wiping at a smudge spot with the edge of your tunic.
Halsin forces a chuckle, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Of course we are, but, erm, perhaps we could go for a walk? Enjoy some of nature’s company for the evening?”
“That won’t be necessary.” Your tone is sharper than you’d intended, but the guilt passes over you in a second as you replay his words in your mind, his scoff when you so much as mentioned a potential relationship.
Halsin sighs. He had hoped that his 300 odd years of experience would give him a leg up in navigating this prickly conversation, but—as is usual when you’re involved—his heart and his tongue seem to be tripping over one another.
“My heart,“
That gets your attention. Your gaze snaps up to his, laced with venom.
“You do not get to call me that. Not anymore.”
Halsin feels his own chest start to cave in as the hurt flashes across your face—you master it a moment later, but the damage is done.
“I’m not sure what I’ve done to upset you,” he starts, but you interject again.
“It’s fine. I’m not upset,” you force some neutrality back in your voice. “You weren’t interested in things continuing between us, and that’s fine. Nothing to apologize for.” You gesture to the flap of the tent. “You can take your leave now.”
Halsin does the opposite, braving another step closer.
“Of course I need to apologize. It appears my words have caused some confusion. Worse yet, I fear they’ve caused you pain.”
At that, you still, finger pausing over the bottles set up in front of you.
“You must know that I would never intend to hurt you.” Halsin’s tone was bordering on pleading. “Even now, it physically pains me to know that I’ve hurt you so.” He draws a hand to his chest, moving as if to soothe an ache that’s nestled beneath the surface there.
You glance up to see the hurt now reflecting in his eyes. It’s enough to bring forth a sigh from your lips, your shoulders caving in as resignation takes over your body. Even now, you can’t find it within yourself to hate him, no matter how much easier it would make this.
“You’re not responsible for my feelings, Halsin,” you sigh. “They are my own.”
“No, but I do take responsibility for my words,” he counters.
“You don’t want a relationship with me and you said as much. There’s nothing left to be said.” Despite your best attempts, your voice breaks on the last word. You close your eyes, clinging to the blunt words, mentally rebuilding your armor to power through the rest of this conversation.
“There is so much left to say, my heart.” Halsin’s gentle words caress your face like the sun’s rays on a warm summer day. “I have so much left to say.”
You keep your eyes closed, focus on taking another breath, keeping your heart steady. “Then speak.”
“I love you.”
Your eyes spring open, and Halsin is before you, close enough to touch. A large, tentative hand reaches up to cradle your face. You don’t pull away, and that’s enough to bring relief to Halsin’s heart.
“I don’t understand,” you whisper, afraid your mere voice would crack the perilously thin ice you suddenly find yourself on. “You said—“
“That I would not keep you to myself,” Halsin is quick to finish the thought.
“That we should seek out other people,” you correct, a touch of anger shading the words as you step out of Halsin’s grip.
At that, Halsin’s eyes widen. “No.” His voice holds more sharpness than the druid had ever shown with you before. “I said no such thing.”
“Well, maybe not exactly, but the sentiment was there,” you grumble, the frustration seeping through at your hazy memory.
“That ‘sentiment’ is misguided.” His tone leaves no room for argument, but you do it anyway.
“Well, forgive me if I don’t have it memorized word for word—I was a little busy having my heart broken,” you snap.
Halsin pauses for a heartbeat and you watch the pain shine in his pale green eyes at your words.
“And I will never forgive myself for the pain I’ve caused you these last few days. But listen to my words now. I beg of you.”
Another heartbeat passes. He takes your silence as permission to continue.
“I don’t abide by these conventional rules set in place by society. My home is in nature, and I follow the path the Oak Father has set before me. These ideals of what relationships should or shouldn’t be, you’ll have to forgive me if they're all but foreign to me.”
Another wave of disappointment washes over you and you close your eyes in a futile attempt to deter the familiar pinpricks of tears. A warm, familiar hand caresses your face before tilting your chin up to bring your gaze to his.
“But trust me when I tell you that I have never met someone like you. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does for you. What I feel for you pales in comparison to those who came before you.”
There is no doubting the sincerity that lies in those soft verdant eyes.
"It feels as though I have been asleep in a centuries long dark night, and now I am finally seeing daylight,” Halsin’s deep voice soothes, each word repairing the aches and tears of your heart.
“There is no one else for me, my heart. Call it what you wish; you are all I want. Nothing would make me happier than to have you by my side for the rest of my days, if that is what you desire as well.
My love for you runs deep and true. Never doubt it, my heart.”
And then his lips are on yours, and every thought eddies out of your head, but one: Halsin loves you.
Pure joy and relief floods your body and you don’t even bother trying to stop the tears of joy that follow. Halsin pulls back from the kiss just enough to swipe the tears from your cheek.
“I love you, too, Halsin,” you whisper in the space between you as Halsin presses his forehead to yours.
“Forgive me, my heart. For the pain I have caused you.”
You smile up at that handsome face you’ve grown to hold so dearly. Your slender hand reaches up to caress his cheek, tracing the swirls of his tattoo. “Only if you’ll forgive my foolishness for doubting you.” You feel the shame rise up, bringing a heat to your cheeks.
“My heart, there is nothing to forgive,” Halsin murmurs before pressing another kiss to your forehead.
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⊹₊⋆ A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project. And the last thing you ever would have expected.
Seasons Change (a s)
⊹₊⋆ Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.
All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t (a f s)
⊹₊⋆ You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?
Now We Reign (a s f)
⊹₊⋆ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?
take five (a f)
⊹₊⋆ you're min yoongi's nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out - he never said anything about accepting though.
The Final - Day 02 (s)
⊹₊⋆ You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?
hello soulmate (f)
⊹₊⋆ your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned
Sugar Rush Ride (s)
⊹₊⋆ You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.
fuck being friends (a f s)
⊹₊⋆ as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.
Take One (s f)
⊹₊⋆ There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word.
Illicit Favors (f s)
⊹₊⋆ When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.
Bet On It (s)
⊹₊⋆ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?
subscribed (s f)
⊹₊⋆ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?
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