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Birds of a Feather - Chapter Three: Intrigued

Nico x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, innocence kink, age gap, mentions of emotional manipulation, mention(s) of body insecurity, male masturbation, voyeurism, heavy petting, size difference, tanning

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A/N: Halfway through this series! Only two more chapters to go!

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“Tape sixty-two, July sixth. Another fine morning; I’ve woken up early, thirty minutes before the alarm. The first thing on my mind… is helplessness. It’s taken over me, truly, my fondness for her.”

He’s stroking the hair on his chin as he paces his room, the drapes open as he allows in the morning light.

“She’s quite intriguing, much more than I’d originally expected her to be. She’s shrewd, too, especially so for a woman of her age. I’m eager to learn more, to explore her mind…”

Since the night the two of you spoke, you’ve made him think. What is it that he feels for you?

“There’s an attraction about her; we talked for quite some time - hours, even. How could that be?”

He’s genuinely confused, but he is no fool. He knows the feelings that are stirring inside him. The same ones he felt when exploring your room, when seeing your intimate clothing, only stronger now.

By now, he’s dressing to impress, and not just metaphorically. Every morning since the one after your talk, he’s come down fully dressed and ready for the day. Sometimes in simple turtlenecks, others in double-breasted jackets. You like those the best.

“Good morning, sir.” It’s cheerful and kind, like you always are.

Nico nods, smiling. “Good morning.” His eyes shine brightly while following you around the room.

The way Nico holds himself, the way he enters a room, it’s captivating to you. He’s wearing a dark green turtleneck today, paired with black slacks and loafers the same color to match. His hair is done, too, combed and styled to the side. The facial hair he has along his jawline and cheeks, his chin and above his lip, it’s all neatly trimmed. He smells as clean as he usually does, with hints of bergamot today. You can smell him as he walks through the room, sitting at the counter across from you. Try as you might, you can’t help but stare. You do your best not to make it obvious, but you’re overtly fawning over him. He always looks so good, so poised and handsome. You sigh internally, ugh, baby.

Nico’s struggling internally, but honestly, you’re no better than him. If anything, you’ve given in far more than him. Every time he speaks, it’s like you’re in a trance. He has you completely wrapped around his finger. As soon as he showed the tiniest bit of interest, you threw yourself right off that cliff. And he’s been sweet talking you, too, watching how incredibly enamored you’ve become. You’ll do anything to receive his praise, and he knows it. Almost gets off on it.

“That’s quite flattering on you.” He says, eyeing you while drinking from his cup.

You follow his gaze, glancing down. You’re wearing a white, long sleeve sweater, one that fits your form nicely. You complimented it with a skirt, one that ends just above your knee. This one is plaid, the pattern made of muted purples and pinks.

Bashfully, you respond. “Thank you.”

He wonders, are you wearing that white bra underneath? He’s allowing his thoughts to wander now, he doesn’t care anymore.

“I really like your hair.” He admits openly, looking up from his itinerary.

This makes you smile fully, your pretty teeth glimmering. But he doesn’t say anything more about it, just returns to his morning meal. The seemingly casual compliment makes your insides churn. You’re so happy he’s pleased with your appearance.

The day is gloomy, a good time for cleaning. And napping, if you’re totally honest. But you’ll of course complete your chores before taking a midday rest. You’ll likely dust and polish the wood, organize his records while playing a few of them. Maybe he’ll sit while you work; he’s been doing that as of late. He just watches you, listens to the music, scotch in hand with a cigarette burning in the tray.

“On my weekly schedule,” Comes his baritone voice, yanking you out of your thoughts. The two of you have been talking so much lately that you’ve become quite accustomed to his voice. You’ve actually felt yourself longing to hear it. It’s soothing, calming; sometimes it’s exciting.

“Yes?”

“I have a soirée tomorrow evening. Are you planning your own event?”

“My own event?”

“I should request Daniel be here if the house is to be empty.”

“Oh, no, I won’t be going anywhere.”

Nico frowns, you haven’t gone out at all since your night with Daniel three weeks ago. “Why not?”

At first, all you give him is a shrug.

“Are you going to answer me?” He suddenly asks, his voice stern enough to make you look up. The authority in his tone surprises you, your lips parting while your eyes widen just a bit.

“I just, I guess I’d rather stay here…”

Huh, he never thought about it that way. You have all the freedom in the world, and just a few weeks ago, you were eager to explore it. But now you’d rather stay here? With him? In his home?

“I’d like my clothes to be done today.”

“Okay,” You nod, turning around to face him. “I can do that, sir.” He smirks.

As you expected, he sits down in the living room while you work. He notices that you move with much more purpose now, as you’ve become quite accustomed to his home. You know where everything is, how things should be done.

What a perfect little doll, he thinks, pretty and smart, competent and reliable.

While you organize his things, cleaning the furniture and your general surroundings, he thinks about your common interests. Your distaste for Shakespeare and how he was far too underrated in his time, yet entirely overrated in modern day. How interesting you find Wassily Kandinsky’s work to be; you too find it incredibly stimulating. The way you both admire Villanelle poetry, regardless of its many regulations throughout history.

Almost randomly, you exit the room. Nico had looked down briefly to light another cigarette, head lifting when he sees you move. You return quickly though, standing in front of him and offering a small, white coffee cup. Without saying a word, Nico leans forward to take it, looking down into the mug. It’s an Americano with foam added to the top, just how he likes it. Even though he’s drinking scotch, you figured he’d appreciate it.

“Gracias, muñeca.” Grinning, he reaches out, taking the cup on its little dish. (Thank you, doll)

A slight warmth creeps onto your face upon hearing the name. Though, with a quick smile, you turn, going back to your daily duties. When you return to your chores, you scan the cabinets holding his record cases. Flipping through a few of them, you end up pulling out one he’s repeated many times on end. You notice that he’ll repeat the same vinyl twice whenever he’s in a creative phase.

The water from the outside rain taps on the glass, light rumbles of thunder heard overhead. Nothing intense, but loud enough to be soothing. Nico turns his head, basking in the calm atmosphere as the music begins to play. Again, he admires you, and can finally admit to himself that he’s fascinated by you. When he discovered your interest in literature and music, something changed inside him. It was truly a turning point for him. Instead of seeing you as some out of touch twenty year old, he now sees you as someone he could actually be interested in. He’d always liked how you looked, but now he also likes your mind.

In his own head, Nico already owns you. You’re his employee and by all means, his little girl. You do whatever he says, whenever he says it, and you do it with a smile on your face. And he knows it’s not just because he pays you to, you do far more than your job entails for you. Every time you see him, you smile. Every time you speak to him, you’re sweet. Every time he compliments you, you become outwardly flustered, and every time he winks, it nearly sweeps you off your feet. Your reactions to him are more than obvious. And he likes seeing how you react to him emotionally, seeing it as a game he can play with his own little doll. Because at the end of the day, he knows he can make you happy, he knows he can make you sad, he can do whatever he wants. And you’ll always come back.

He’s thinking this while you move around the room, now dusting the shelves in front of him. You’re humming along to the record you’d put on. Little Bird, he’s grown to call you.

“Should I get the top shelf today?” You ask, continuing to dust the lower shelves. “I did it last week.” You’re too short to reach, and you have to get a step ladder whenever you dust the highest shelf. It’s quite the chore and right now, you’re feeling lazy. You’d rather be done so you can go nap.

Nico ponders this, about to shrug it off when he sees you bend forward to reach further back into one of the deeper shelves. Ever so slightly, your skirt rises, his eyes immediately lowering. The movement grants him a small peak of your upper thighs, your lower buttocks, and then… those white, cheeky panties.

“Yes.” He finally says, knowing that you’re going to use a ladder to reach the highest shelf. He wonders, what would he be able to see with you up there?

The small pout you give is visible even though you try to hide it. He finds that cute.

“After this, I think I’ll take a nap.” You inform him, now setting up the ladder once you’ve come back. With a heavy sigh, you begin to climb.

“Is the weather making you tired?”

“Yes,” Grunting slightly as you reach the highest rung. “Thunderstorms always make me sleepy.”

He wants to pay attention to what you’re saying, but right now, his body is leaning completely to the right, his mind on an entirely different plane. You’re reaching up, moving the duster back and forth as you clean. If he thought he was acting depraved the other day, it’s nothing compared to how he’s acting now.

His eyes widen when you reach forward enough for him to see under the backside of your skirt, and it takes everything in him to hold back his moan. Low and behold, the white cotton panties you’re wearing really are the ones he saw those few weeks ago. He’s been thinking about them ever since. How innocent; he wants to strip you of them. He wonders, has anyone made you a woman yet?

You’re humming along to the record you’d changed, and now that you’re so high up, the ceiling fan billows the edges of your skirt out. The fabric is flowing and he wonders, how are you not aware that your panties are showing? Do you know? Do you like that he can see? In his head he answers yes to both, now shifting in his seat. Is the scotch getting to him? He never drinks throughout the day like this. You make him feel adventurous.

“Okay,” You say, snapping him away from his increasingly erotic thoughts. “I think I’ll take my break now.”

“Bueno.” He replies, giving you a small nod. It’s a depressing thing, having you leave. He was enjoying this sense of peace. (Okay)

Once you put the ladder back in its place, just around the corner in a small closet, you return to the living room to stand before him.

“Is there anything else you need from me, sir?”

Nico sighs, swirling the brown liquid languidly in his glass. He’s finished his Americano.

“Yes.” Setting down his drink on the side table, he holds his dominant hand out to you.

Naturally, you step closer, placing your hand in his. And when you do, his fingers curl slightly around you, his thumb landing on the top of your hand to stroke you gently. His skin is warm, and yours is soft, a simple kind of melody. He looks down, watching himself caress you before those warm eyes return to your own.

“Thank you,” He says calmly, slowly. “For everything you do.”

Of all the things Nico has said while you’ve stayed in his home, this is definitely a first. He’s never expressed gratitude for you, not like this. For so long, you felt as though you were a burden to him, like he didn’t really need or even want you here. But now that he’s saying this, it’s honestly huge for you. The smile growing on your face tells him everything he needs to know, and before he can stop himself, he’s lifting your hand to his lips. He kisses you here, and you’ve now gone completely breathless.

“Rest, little one.”

As if you could do that after he just kissed your hand.

A smirk colors his beautiful lips when he glances up at you, gently releasing your hand. You take it into your other one, thumb touching the place his lips had met. And you’re smiling, nearly purring as you reminisce in the feeling.

Following his words, though, you turn, wanting to be obedient for him. Trotting up the stairs, you become lost in your own whirlwind of thoughts. You’re so awe-struck by his appreciation and soft affection that you’d completely forgotten to do his laundry. So, on your way up to your room, you decide to finish the chore before laying in bed.

You do your best to focus on the task at hand, but within the privacy of his walk-in wardrobe, you feel compelled to explore. He has everything in here, from shoes to scarves, swimsuits to vests. It’s easy to find a piece that’s become a favorite of yours, his signature black turtleneck. He has quite a few of them. And although he’s already caught you snooping, for some reason, you feel compelled to do it again. Besides, this is different. You’re not just listening in on his classes, you're smelling his clothes in his goddamn closet. You can’t help it, they’re just so soft and they smell so good; just like him in his freshest moments. And every piece is expensive, too, all the way down to his ties and boxers. It’s the first time you've touched them, his undergarments, at least with these thoughts on your mind. These you didn’t smell, of course; that would be unprofessional! Though, you think you’re past that. By now, you’re observing him far past the point of what you would call professional.

Surely he wouldn’t notice if one of his turtlenecks went missing? Just one? No, no you can’t do that. It would be so wrong of you to do that. So then why do you take it?

Your heart is racing inside your ribcage when you finally decide to leave, closing the door to his wardrobe quietly. A quick glance around his room tells you that you don’t have enough time to look through anything more, and you honestly shouldn’t even if you could.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” You repeat this simple mantra to yourself, holding his sweater behind your back as you make your great escape.

Tip-toeing down the hall to your room takes all but five seconds, but Nico hears you. He’s finished his scotch by now and contemplated going up to his study to read a new book, but when your noises cause him to look up, he decides to make his way to you.

He comes up the stairs after you’ve closed your door, a few minutes after, actually. He decided to clean up after himself, putting his dishes in the sink so you don’t have to. By the time he makes it to the second floor, you’ve already changed into your comfy clothes and are snuggled up in bed. Your door is open, though, just barely cracked like it was that one night. He wonders, did you leave it that way? Is the doorknob broken?

Genuinely, he wonders if you’re okay. When he heard your quick footsteps, he found it odd. So, taking a page out of his own book, he steps closer to your door and looks in.

Your lights are off, your shades drawn, and under the ruffled pile of covers appears to be one small, tired ball of you. Just barely, your head peaks out above the covers, your eyes closed as you sleep.

She looks adorable.

It makes him smile, seeing you like this; he’s never seen you like this. You look so soft and sleepy, so peaceful while you dream. Suddenly though, you move, shifting ever so lightly. Your gentle shift makes him jump, eyes widening in fear of your own opening to see him standing there. But you don’t open your eyes, you just sigh, cuddling up to something you’re holding tightly in your small arms. It stands out to him now, the edges of the dark fabric sliding out from under the covers. He recognizes the material and squints, wondering where he’s seen it from. And then, his eyes widen again.

That’s… there’s no way. There’s no way that’s mine.

As quickly and as quietly as he can, he closes your door, taking in a deep breath. The fact that you’re cuddling his sweater while you sleep makes him feel something deep inside, an overwhelming emotion that makes his chest tense and his hands sweat. Sure, he’s become a little flirty, but has he really led you so far as to do this? You’re sweet with him, yes, but to be truly interested? That has not crossed his mind. But why else would you be sleeping with a piece of his clothing? Cuddling it in your arms, right by your face as it lays over your pillow. Maybe this has gone farther than he thought it would ever go; you fawn over him daily, but even behind closed doors, you’re falling for him. He identifies his first emotion as fear, he’s afraid of this. What will this lead to? The other part of him is comforted, knowing that you reciprocate his feelings, even if you aren’t aware that he now knows it.

How cute, he finally decides, letting the happier part of him win. I’ll let her keep it.

You avoid him at all costs, staying upstairs most of the time. He’s only here for a handful of hours, only doing what he’s required to. He used to linger, mainly because of you. But now, he’s eager to be done with his work.

Nico saw you dart up the stairs when the doorbell rang, eyeing you. But instead of calling for you to come do your duty, he answers the door himself. He knows why you ran.

“I can fire him, you know.”

You jump with shock, spinning around.

“What?”

Your door was entirely open this time, and he’s standing in the open entryway.

“Daniel.”

“Oh, no. You don’t, I couldn’t -”

“He makes you uncomfortable,” Nico takes a step inside, just a little closer to you. His voice dips. “No?”

It makes you swallow nervously, both the topic and him. Not so discreetly, his eyes dip down. You’re dressed in the outfit you’d worn earlier, the white turtleneck and plaid skirt. It covers your chest completely and still, he looks. But it’s only for a second.

“Eres infeliz,” He says to you softly, stepping forward again. (You’re unhappy)

When he’s in your space, you look down at the floor, and he looks down at you. It’s cute, your shyness. No matter how much you’re around him, your timidness still exists.

“Estoy bien, señor.” (I’m fine, sir)

Even if things between you and Daniel are awkward, you don’t want to be the reason he loses his job. Plus, you’re an adult, you should be professional about this. For the love of god, you didn’t even kiss. You can do this.

“I’m okay,” You repeat, in English this time.

Oddly enough, in this moment, he feels protective of you. It’s not often that he sees you so sad. His maid, his doll. My doll, he thinks. Usually so pretty and perfect. But her hair…

“Your hair is a mess,” He then mumbles, turning and gesturing to your bed.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” You hadn’t noticed how disheveled it had become.

“Esta bien,” His voice has dropped to a whisper as he sits atop your sheets. “Siéntate conmigo.” (It’s okay, sit with me)

Slowly, you do what he says. Unraveling internally, it occurs when you see him on your bed. He’s never done this before. What does he have in mind?

Still feeling a bit subconscious from his comment, you mutter shyly, “I usually try to look my best.”

All he does is smile, giving you a single nod. “Turn that way.”

Once your back is facing him, Nico’s hands find your hair. Your mouth drops open slightly, feeling his fingers brush over your back and neck. One hand slides down your shoulder, the other sliding through your strands.

“Tan bonita.” Nico’s voice is low, but soft. (So pretty)

His mocha-toned eyes roam your hair, and when glancing to his right, he notices a strand of ribbon closeby. Once he determines that he’s rid your hair of any tangles, he reaches up, now braiding the pieces delicately.

“You, you know how to braid?” You ask, stuttering in surprise. Another compliment from him; it gets you every time.

“Sí, sé cómo.” He answers simply, fingers trailing down as he continues. (Yes, I know how)

How can a man so prestigious be so kind? At times, Nico was pompous, completely arrogant. But lately, you’ve become fond of his softer side, his sweeter side. Internally, you flutter. When he’s like this, it makes you feel so dainty and pretty. He hasn’t necessarily called you pretty, not specifically. He’s called your clothes pretty before, and your hair too, but never you. It doesn’t matter though, in your head, it translates all the same.

In his mind, he’s playing with his doll. He’s making you nice for him. He always did love when you had a braid in. Your body language gives everything away, from your fiddling hands to the nibbles on your lower lip. They aren’t acts of distress, though, he’s quite sure of this.

“Mi madre me enseñó.” Nico tells you softly, admiring the thought of his late mother. (My mother taught me)

Dropping the braid gently onto your back, you immediately reach around to take it in hand. Turning your head, you analyze his work.

“Ella te enseñó bien.” (She taught you well)

For some reason, the way you say it comes off quite comforting. It makes him want to be held, not only the memory of his mother, but the kind praise you give him regarding her.

You’re never quite sure of Nico’s signals, but one thing is for certain. Right now, he’s showing his fondness for you.

After Daniel had left, the evening was nice. You spent most of it in your room after dinner had been served and you’d cleaned up the mess. A shower washed away the emotions of the day, and an early bedtime did you good. It allowed you to wake up this morning feeling refreshed, ready for the day ahead.

Something you’ve included in your daily routine is greeting the pets in the morning. Both Fabian and Mateo seem to like it. Fabian has grown quite used to you, and will gently nibble your finger if you try to pet him through the cage. Daniel never taught you how to take him out and handle him. But that’s alright, you can interact with him in other ways. Mateo on the other hand roams the backyard garden as he pleases. Daniel did teach you how to handle him, informing you on what foods he likes best. Occasionally, you’ll sit in the garden beside him, bridging out a book and a bowl of spinach and raspberries. Which is what you find yourself doing now.

“You’re quite old, aren’t you?” Offering a berry, you question him.

He takes it from your fingers, dropping it to the ground so he can eat it slowly. You learned through some light research that tortoises can live up to one hundred and fifty years, and that Mateo is likely around half a century old. He’s seen so much more than you have in this life. You wonder why he’s here if Nico doesn’t like taking care of him. Did he belong to the previous owners? If so, why didn’t they take him?

“I will be leaving soon.”

Nico steps into the backyard, adjusting his watch as he walks closer to you. You’re sitting out on the patio, Mateo still beside you.

“I thought your event wasn’t until later this evening.”

“Well, I have a few students attending my lecture later tonight. So, I will have to make my appearance brief.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Offering him a small frown, you sigh. You know how much he loves going to these parties.

“Don’t be,” He shakes his head briefly. But when he looks up at you, he has a certain expression on his face. Pride. “The university is considering me.”

“Really?!”

“I believe it was the very one you had picked out.” He then winks. “Bien hecho.” (Well done)

“Thank you,” You’re so happy for him, he’s really needed this. Outside of his lessons and parties, he had no other use for his talents. A mind like his shouldn't simply go to waste. “I’m so excited for you.”

Nico returns your words with a bright grin. He’s proud of himself but he’s proud of you, too. You’ve clearly been working hard for him, and it’s paying off for the both of you.

“While I am gone,” He then says to you, “Feel free to roam about the house. I am giving you the day off.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

“It’s a Friday.” Nico shrugs. “Enjoy an early start to your weekend.”

Then, he points at you, “That includes the pool. I’ve yet to see you use it.”

“I could say the same about you.” Comes your response, a slight tease to your tone.

Really, he brings it up because he knows he’ll have the possibility of seeing you. He hasn’t used the pool since your arrival because, well… it was the only thing he was self-conscious about. At least in front of beautiful women. His body.

“Perhaps someday soon.” He offers with a grin slightly less happy than the one before. “I will be back tonight. Enjoy yourself, mi muñeca.” (My doll)

Once he’s gone, you sigh dreamily while looking up at the sky. His doll. And then, you look to your left. The pool is quite glamorous, and you’ve thought about using it once or twice before. You never knew if it would be professional or not to use it, to have him see you dressed like that. But if he’s offering, why not? Besides, he’ll be gone while you’re in the pool, anyway.

You wait for him to leave before even thinking about changing. Your chores are completed for the day, so you really do have the afternoon to yourself. And after giving the rest of the bowl to Mateo, you wander inside to change.

It feels strange, being alone in this house. You’ve never been alone here before. But honestly, it’s really starting to feel like home. There isn’t an uncomfortable sensation in your body; you roam the space happily and freely.

When packing for your summer stay, you included three bathing suits. Each is a different color and style, but you immediately decide on the one that leaves little to the imagination. You only choose it because you want to tan. It’s a bright pink suit with low-rise bottoms, and a top that dips down your cleavage quite elegantly. The tan lines you get will form nicely, not that anyone beside yourself is going to see them.

Grabbing a towel and choosing an outdoor chaise lounge, you make yourself comfortable in Nico’s backyard. You lay the towel down, bringing out a radio with you as well to listen to some soft tunes. You also grab a book Nico had recommended to you. Delta of Venus, you wonder what it’s about. He’d set it on your desk with a note, “For the Little Bird”. Just like he’d done with Ode to a Nightingale the night after your outing with Daniel.

“This is nice.” Exhaling with a smile, you apply the tanning lotion you’d found before laying down and closing your eyes.

The music that comes on is calming, and you feel comfortable here. It’s quite hot out today, being that it’s the middle of the summer. The pool glimmers beside you, Nico’s glorious home standing behind you. Mateo has wandered off on his own, likely into the bushes of the garden that grows further out. You’ve yet to explore that part of your boss’ property. Maybe you could later today.

While relaxing, you think of Nico; how could you not? What an amazing opportunity you’ve been granted to work with such a complex and talented man. At first, your relationship was strange - it still is. But the more you learn about him, the more enamored you become. The way he talks makes you swoon, the way he carries himself sometimes intimidates you. He’s heard you sing before and once called you a little bird. Even though he seemed to have said it with some sense of adoration, you’ve been too embarrassed to sing since then. You didn’t know he was listening. And when he said this all he did was smile, secretly assessing your reaction. Nico’s cool demeanor intrigues you; regardless of the circumstance, he is able to conduct himself with an impressive amount of restraint and grace.

In all actually, the two of you intrigue each other. The fact that neither of you know it is humorous, truly.

You continue to lounge, delighting in the warm rays of the sun, as well as the romantic world you’ve built up inside your head. You think of Nico’s scent, how his sweater smells when you hold it. And the best part is, you’ll always get to experience that smell. You can just toss that sweater in with the rest of his clothes and wash them, taking it back when they’re dried, and he’ll never know.

Fresh Nico scent on demand, you giggle to yourself.

Once about an hour has gone by, you lift your left shoulder strap, taking a peak at the progress your skin has made. In truth, you already have noticeable lines, but it makes you sigh. Tanning was nice but no matter what you did, you couldn’t bring yourself to fancy the lines. Especially the ones on your shoulders. You had dresses and tops that went off the shoulder, and having tan lines made you not want to wear them. Maybe… maybe you could…

Even though you know you’re alone, you sit up to look around. Nico has a large, stone privacy fence lining the entirety of his property, reaching the height of seven feet. There were no surrounding houses that overlooked his own, and Nico had no security cameras. At least, not that you know of. And that knowledge gives you comfort, enough comfort to take your top off.

“Well Mateo, I guess we’re pretty close now, huh?” You ask, glancing over when he reappears from the bushes.

Honestly, this feels incredibly freeing. After a little while you’ll put your top on, but for now, you don’t have a care in the world. Which is strange, considering so much is happening behind you.

Unbeknownst to you, Nico had come home early. When he said his appearance would be brief, he really meant brief. The event was more boring than he anticipated it to be, and he figured leaving before he originally planned to would give him even more time to prepare for his lecture. But he never intended on coming back to find… this.

The second he walked into the living room, he saw you, immediately stopping in his tracks to stare. Were you really sitting half-naked by the pool? That wasn’t exactly what he meant by enjoy yourself, but he’s not really complaining. So many nights he’d pictured what you looked like beneath your sweaters and skirts, what your chest looks like when held in your lace bra. And now, he has a full view.

Reaching over, you pick up a book, the one Nico recommended to you. You assumed it was innocent, a simple gesture of kindness. He likes literature, and so do you. It was something friendly for him to do. But this book, it’s not what you expected. It’s… sexual, inherently so. And for the first time, this intimate feeling of excitement is associated with him.

“Oh…” He sighs, continuing to watch you. He can see the book you’re reading, just barely able to tell from the cover. And he smiles, noticing the slight rub of your thighs along each other. He knew it would excite you.

“God,” Nico huffs out a hot breath, watching you raise one hand. To get a better view, he gets closer to the window, making sure to stay out of your line of sight. If he angles himself to the left just right, he can see everything he wants to.

The more you read, the more you think of him. Biting your lower lip, you lift your hand, brushing two fingers over your bare chest. They slide along your nipple, making you smile. But all too suddenly, shame takes over your brain, and you stop. You shouldn’t be doing this out in the open in Nico’s home.

But Nico wants you to.

As soon as he sees you touch yourself, he groans, mouth dropping open as he continues to watch. Seeing you play with yourself, even briefly, entices him greatly, so much so that he has to adjust himself. But that’s a lie, he does more than that. He palms himself, just for a moment, before releasing his erection of his brief grasp. He’ll stop, he won’t do anything more. But his feet don’t move - he can’t bring himself to. Licking his lower lip, he watches you timidly lift your hand once again. And that’s when his hand flies down to his pants. This is what he’s been needing, this is his release.

“Touch yourself, pequeña,” He wishes he could say this to you, but whispering it through solid glass will have to do for now. “Do it for me.” (Little one)

Almost as if you do hear him, you grab yourself in hand. It’s a soft touch, cupping your left breast. Finally, his fingers find his zipper. He’s doing this. Here and now.

Taken over by the feeling, you set the book down, now focusing on yourself. You don’t do this too often, but the entire circumstance is setting your skin on fire. Every element turns you on, the words in this book, the images they paint in your head, the risk of being caught or seen touching yourself…

Nico’s hand finally grips himself, hissing at the touch. He hates himself for it but he can’t deny it any longer, not at all, not one little bit. He’s enamored with you. Beautiful, since the day he met you. Intelligent and cultured, the word interesting doesn’t even touch you. You’re more, so much more than that, and he wants you to be his. He wants to capture you, own you, consume you entirely, body and mind alike. He’ll touch you one day, feel the way you move beneath him, hear the way you sound around him.

You don’t dare wander to the space between your thighs, but right now, you don’t really need to. Your nipples were always so sensitive, you’d wished past lovers were more attentive to them. Nico would be.

He’s not usually rushed like this; when he’s alone, he likes to go slow. The ones that joined him in bed liked this, and he liked to do it by himself, too. But he knows he has to be quick, you could turn toward him at any second. He’s also not usually so crude and unrefined, always having lube on hand. But spitting into his palm will have to do.

“Y-Yes,” Comes his stuttered moan, eyes trained on you.

Your chest looks so soft to him, skin so smooth and shining under the sun. He wants to touch them, lick them, suck on them. Fuck.

The feeling rushing through him is something he’s truly never felt. He’s never done this, never had voyeuristic tendencies. But he loves watching you touch yourself, he loves how tender you are when you pinch your nipples, how your head moves back gently, enjoying the pleasure you’re bringing to yourself. And the fact that you could catch him excites him beyond reason. It makes him feel obsessive, possessive. Has anyone else ever seen you like this? Naked?

Swallowing, he moves faster, tightening the hole his fingers and palm are creating. Leaning forward a bit, he places his free hand on the window, leaning on the pane.

“Mierda,” He’s breathing heavily, looking down briefly at himself. (Shit)

He’s red, leaking every time his hand runs down his shaft. Slightly, he thrusts into his palm, running his thumb over his tip every now and then. It makes him shudder, the stimulation on his sensitive head. Ideally, he’d reach down with his other hand, cup and fondle his scrotum. But he doesn’t have that luxury right now, and that frustrates him slightly. Nico nibbles on the corners of his upper lip, watching your legs move against each other again.

He wonders, would you be reactive? Would the slightest of touches make you wet? He imagines that you’d be submissive, because you always are. You’d let him move you, position you how he likes, do with you what he wants. You’d be so tight, too, warm and whining beneath him. God, he wishes he could hear you right now. To entice himself further, he imagines you making noise while you touch yourself in front of him. Because that’s exactly what you’re doing; whether you know it or not, you’re touching yourself in front of him.

“Mi muñeca,” He mumbles to himself, “Mi bonita muñeca.” (My doll, my pretty doll)

And then he groans, watching you twist your nipple between two tiny fingers. With his hips stuttering, he cums, jaw dropping completely. Helplessly, he forces his head back, feeling the sensation of his orgasm wash over him. It’s intense, and he blames it on having denied himself release for so long. He also blames it on seeing your bare tits for the first time.

His legs shake, embarrassingly so, limbs trembling slightly as his breaths stutter. He hadn’t thought about where he would cum, he honestly didn’t even know if he’d get there. Not because of his age but because of the possibility of this entire affair ending early. He could’ve been caught, but he wasn’t, at least not yet.

Ropes of the white substance shoot onto the floor, some landing on the window, as well. He watches himself for a moment, stroking his length rapidly. But when his eyes dart back up to see you, you’re grabbing your tits with both hands, running your thumbs over them.

“Fuck,” He quickly shakes his head. He just wants to bury his face between them.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm himself down. He should really clean this up before you decide to come in. As he tucks himself away, he really expects to feel shame, embarrassment. But to his surprise, he doesn’t. He’s also surprised to find out that even though he’d just gotten himself off, he still finds himself yearning for you. That attraction hasn’t gone away, the interest to watch you is still lingering. But if he has any chance of getting away with this, he has to clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

When he goes to find the cleaning supplies, he’s perplexed to see the organization has changed. Of course, he hasn’t touched these cabinets and their contents in months, not since you moved in. And from what he can remember, he had everything he needed. But now, that goes tenfold. You’ve put everything in alphabetical order, placed specific items in specific drawers, labeled everything and made sure each product is easily accessible. And yet, your room is a pigsty. He doesn’t understand it. But he takes what he needs, and he goes off to clean up his cum.

It’s an easy task, and by the time he’s done, you haven’t even moved. With a smirk, he wanders into the kitchen, retrieving a glass of scotch. He even walks upstairs to his study, grabbing a pack of cigarettes to smoke. Sitting in his signature seat, he lights his preferred method of smoke, taking a puff of the thin joint and breathing it right back into the air. He sits back, picking up his glass and placing his still-grinning lips on the rim.

You’ve stopped touching yourself, and he wonders if you’ll come in soon. He still has an hour or two before his students arrive; he hopes he doesn’t have to disrupt you, hopes he doesn’t have to go out there and tell you to cover up before his guests make an appearance. But again, he still has ample time to enjoy this.

Your skin is starting to feel burnt, so you decide it’s best to go in. But before you do, you decide to take a dip, just to say you did. You don’t bother putting your top on, why would you? You’re going in the water anyway.

Nico’s brows lift to the very top of his forehead when you stand, turning to fully face him. The sun must be shining so intensely on the glass that you’re not able to see him inside, sitting comfortably in his chair with the perfect view of you. You stroll languidly over to the edge of the in-ground pool, walking down the stairs with careful steps. And he just sighs, biting his full lower lip. Lifting a hand, he strokes the hair on his chin. What would it be like to be in that pool with you? Strangely, you’re out of the water before he can entertain that thought.

The towel you brought out with you is easily wrapped around your torso, doing so after you put your top back on. You also grab the radio once your hands are dried off, deciding to come back for the book later. Inside, you feel calm, renewed, almost. You’ve never done anything like that before, and it was exhilarating to you. With a happy and flirty smile on your face, you walk through the sliding glass door and into your boss’ home. But when you turn around, you’re shocked to find him sitting quietly in the living room. So shocked in fact, that you almost call him Nico.

“Sir,” It comes out flat, almost stern. “What, what are you, I thought you were, you’d be home later tonight.”

Cigarette in hand, your boss shrugs. “Turns out the event was…uneventful.”

You swallow, ears ringing with nerves. It’s like all you can hear is white noise while your body is trying to compute what’s going on. Immediately, you’re worried that he saw you. You’re heating up, but he’s acting cool. By your reaction, he can tell he got away with it, he didn’t get caught. He jerked off to the topless vision of you beside his pool, waiting for you to come in while sitting in the same room he just touched himself in.

While you stand there, silent and unsure, Nico just stares. He’s smiling, too, a hint of amusement lingering in his expression.

My little one, he thinks. A naïve thing.

“¿Qué pasa?” He asks you, brows furrowing. (What’s going on?)

“Nada.” You quickly answer while shaking your head. (Nothing)

Lord, does he love to see you flustered.

“¿Te asuste?” (Did I scare you?)

“No, estoy bien.” You respond, pushing some of your hair back. (No, I’m okay)

“Why don’t you get dressed?” He then offers, an idea popping into his head. “I have something I want to show you.”

For a moment, you nibble on your lip.“Sí, señor.” (Yes, sir.)

“Have you explored the garden yet?” Nico asks, hands held behind his back.

You’re strolling through it currently, walking side by side. The cobblestone walkway is quite cute, matching the dainty flowers surrounding it. The gardener does well with the upkeep of it all.

“Unfortunately, no.”

“Well, I’m glad I can take you for your first time.” Again, why does he have to phrase it like that?

Looking over at him, you smile, watching as he admires the lavishly intricate yard. The walkway leads to many different paths, but he seems intent on leading you to a specific place. He takes each turn with purpose, not pondering the direction for even a single moment. He truly does have something in mind.

Not long into your walk you come across a wooden bench, one surrounded by light pink roses. It’s not very big, can maybe fit two people at best. You’ve come across small stone benches and flowing fountains throughout your small trek, so you don’t assume you’re going to sit until you hear what he says.

“Mi muñeca,” His voice is soft. “siéntate.” (My doll, sit)

Like the gentleman he is, he extends his hand, allowing you to lead the way. And you do, a joyful grin growing on your lips. Your surroundings are pretty, soothing, dusk just barely beginning to glimmer over the edge of the horizon.

Nico follows behind you, sitting down once you’ve taken a place on the bench. You play with your sleeves briefly, pulling them down into your palms. The summer nights have grown cold, so after slipping on a casual, white dress, you decided on wearing a dark, teal cardigan, too. You’re also wearing hoops, medium-sized ones that show nicely since your hair is pulled back.

When he sits beside you he sighs, casually looking up at the sky. While doing so he places his palm on your knee, gently rubbing. This is the most contact he’s made with your skin since knowing you, and it sends a wave of bumps across your limbs. You inhale a small gasp, one too tiny for him to notice. And you don’t want him to, you don’t want him to see that you’re nervous, because you don’t want him to read it wrong. You don’t want him to stop.

“How would you define beauty, little bird?” He asks you, eyes still scanning the sky.

“I, um…” It catches you off guard, most of his questions do. “I don’t know, I guess…”

You glance around the garden, truly pondering your answer.

“I guess I consider the rare things beautiful.”

“Really?” He returns, now shifting to look at you.

“I think so.” You decide with a contented nod.

“Would you like to know what I find pretty?” He then asks you, and when you look him in the eyes, he tilts his head.

Your fingers fumble timidly, nervously, while you nod. Nico tuts at you.

“Now, how can I know what you mean when I can’t hear what you say?”

His expression… he almost gives you a fake pout.

“Yes.” You say, not bothering to question his behavior. You never would.

“I think poise, is beauty.” He answers firmly. “Elegance, grace, yet something that catches the eye. The way light dances off glass to create a multitude of colors, shining brightly in its own way. Wanting to be noticed but not willing to be obnoxious in doing so.”

His hand hasn’t moved from your knee, but his thumb has stopped swiping across your skin. He’s too focused to do that right now.

“The sounds of nature, the sound of a melody, natural noises that provoke feeling within me.”

You’re listening to what he’s saying, every word of it. He looks off into the distance while he continues to speak, and you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Nature can be loud, unbearable, but at times…peaceful. I find myself reminiscing with it, delighting in it. Beauty is elusive, changing, though I regret to admit it.”

Now, he looks back to you.

“I like things that are… untouched. Pure.” He then nods, finalizing his statement. “That is what is beautiful to me.”

Another gulp slides down your throat, a small breath inhaled through your nose. But he really does you in with his next sentence.

“You are quite a beautiful thing, you know that?” The hand on your knee squeezes lightly, just enough for you to notice.

Your face is burning hot, your palms a bit sweaty as you cross your legs. And as you move, his hand adjusts, not once leaving your knee. In your readjustment you end up facing him a little more than before, licking your lip as you find your words.

“Thank you…” Your breathing picks up, your entranced orbs staring into his deep, chocolate eyes.

“What you’re wearing today…” He then says, his voice tantalizingly raspy as his eyes wander down your form. “I quite like it.”

You stay silent, unsure of what to say. And you feel like you can barely think, but one thought keeps coming into your head; you want him to touch you, you want to feel more than his hand on your knee. You want this to be real, even though you’re considering the possibility that each of these signals are being misinterpreted in your head.

In the moment, images of you flash through his mind. He pictures you working obediently around his home, smiling kindly every morning since the first. He remembers how adorable you looked all cuddled up in your bed, clinging tightly to his sweater. He thinks of the way your body looked today, the way you touched yourself, the way your breasts swayed. Only a few weeks, a couple months, have led to this. It’s led to the insane urge to praise you, kiss you, touch you.

“Lift your dress for me.” He suddenly says, and a pang of adrenaline shoots violently through your body. “I wonder if I’d like what’s underneath.”

His eyes have dropped to your lower half, and you can see when his tongue darts out to lick his lip. He’s acting much differently than before, and you find yourself wondering if you heard him correctly. Is this… is this really happening? Did he just ask you to lift your dress?

While he waits, he stares, patient for your compliance. And after a moment, a long moment, you do comply. Slowly, your hands slide down your front, fingers curling over the edge of your dress once they get there. Nico’s hand is still on your knee, sliding up an inch or so when you start to lift your short, flowy gown.

“All the way…” Nico whispers, his deep voice breaking.

With your pulse pounding in your veins, you listen to him, lifting the dress until it’s around your waist. And your boss’ face goes slack once you do.

“Oh…” He leans in, happy to see you wearing those white, cotton panties. He wonders, do you have any other pairs? Ones of different color or style? He doesn’t mind if the answer is no, he quite likes the look of these on you.

Nico’s hand doesn’t move when he finally sees the area beneath your dress. You continue showing him, almost shamelessly, even though inside, you're burning up from your brazen act. And still, he just stares, only stares.

“Do…” For some reason, you’re able to find your shy voice. “Do you want to touch, sir?”

And after you say it you can’t breathe, you absolutely cannot fucking breathe. You don’t know how you worked up the nerve to ask him that but a delighted smile breaks out across his face after the fact.

“Hm…” He pleasantly hums, hand sliding to your inner thigh. “I do.”

Nico reaches forward, body leaning into you. You rest backward in your seat, watching as he moves. Softly, fully, he cups you. In the same motion his thumb sweeps gently over your covered clit, and he looks up to watch as you gasp. But you look away from him, timid, almost embarrassed. And he frowns at this, grabbing your face with his free hand. He’s not rough, but forceful enough to make you turn your head back to him.

“Look at me,” He softly demands, making you stare directly into his eyes. “You’re soft, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” Your lips part when you hear his comment, his dark brown eyes searching your own for something… more. And just like always, you give it to him; you do what you’re told.

“I…” You feel compelled to say something, but he speaks first.

“Nicolás is my name, little one.” After all these months, he’s finally introducing himself to you. “When no one else is around, I want you to call me Nicolás.”

The way he says his name makes you sigh, makes you throb. He hasn’t moved his hand a single inch, his palm basking in your warmth.

“I’d like you to answer when spoken to, hermosa.” He says it kindly, but he won’t say it again. (beautiful)

“Yes, s…” He raises his eyebrows at you. “Nicolás…”

“That’s good.” He praises, that gorgeous smile returning. Gosh, he’s so unbelievably handsome, and he’s so close to you. And he’s touching you. Will he kiss you?

Your mouth drops open as you release another, more passionate gasp as his fingers trace along your seam. They touch the edge of your panties lightly, his lips shifting curiously. He’s reveling in this, in your first true sexual encounter. If he thought he had you wrapped around his finger before, then he has no idea what position he’s in now.

When he leans in, your heart nearly stops. He’s so close you can feel his breath, and your entire body tingles with excitement. It’s as if time stops, the moment now slowing down. It feels intimate, delicate, like a single breeze could ruin it. And to your dismay, this comes true.

A noise vibrates throughout his home, loud and more than noticeable. In your quiet, focused moment, you squeal, your body jumping up above your seat. Nico sighs aggressively, more than agitated with this interruption. Alas, he has to stop his exploration with you. His students have come.

Chapter Four: Enticed

#Birds of a Feather #Birds of a Feather series #BoaF series #Nico #Nico x you #Nico x reader #Nico x female reader #House Comes with a Bird #Pedro Pascal

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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

#riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst headcanons #twst dorm leaders #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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hrwinter · 3 years

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the emergency room fic snippet took me out hgjgjghfh

Kara's not sure if it's the recently waking up from anesthesia or if she really is witnessing the most gorgeous creature to ever grace this planet seated, cross-legged in the outpatient waiting room.

"Hi!" she finds herself sitting right next to the woman and practically shouting directly into her face.

Smooth, Danvers, she thinks. What can she say, she's always had game.

The woman stares back at Kara's suddenly very close proximity, doe eyed, irises round and the most tantalizing shade of sea foam green Kara's ever seen.

"Did you just—" Kara points inelegantly back at the door a nurse had just ushered her through, "have a surgery?"

The woman eyes her, a little wary, before replying.

"An endoscopy."

Kara gasps, reaching for the woman's hands (a little cold) and holding them in her overly warm ones. She rubs them together in an effort to bring heat into the stranger's fingers. The woman simply continues to stare, perplexed.

"Me too! Did yours go well? What are you in for?"

"You're very friendly," the woman states bluntly.

"Oh, sorry," Kara pulls her hands away. "I'm Kara."

"Lena," the woman says, still a little stiff but a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

Kara makes a conscientious effort to keep her hands in her lap like an overeager child as she waits for Lena to answer.

"And I have an ulcer, they think," Lena says, touching delicately at her stomach. "Too much coffee and working, not enough eating."

Kara winces. "Those are painful, right?"

Lena nods. "What about you?"

"I ate four mega sized bags of candy corn."

The face Lena pulls is one of total, abject disgust.

"Candy corn? Why?"

"It was a Halloween dare from my sister," Kara shrugs. "My stomach hasn't been the same since."

"I should think not."

Kara laughs at the woman's impeccable diction, like she could be one of those reading voice models. Or a librarian. A sexy librarian.

"Honestly right now I feel more woozy from the anesthesia."

"Me too," Lena agrees, staring down at her hands and flexing them open and closed. Such lovely hands. Big, Kara thinks.

She's not sure how long they both stare down at Lena's hands, Kara's elbow bent on Lena's armrest, holding her chin in her palm, before she thinks to add,

"Can you believe they warned us not to gamble? Or buy a car? Isn't that crazy?”

"Completely."

"Although," Kara adds with an unnoticed slur to her words, her voice sing song pitching up and down. “If I could buy any car right now, I'd totally buy one of those sports cars with the butterfly doors."

"Like a McLaren?"

"Sure."

"My friend Bruce has one. I think I've seen it in his garage."

"Damn, is he rich?"

“I’m rich too,” Lena holds out her hands as if she's dropping invisible dollar bills all over the waiting room floor.

“But I'm boring," she says with a slump of her shoulders. "I always use a town car. My driver's name is George."

"George," Kara echoes. "Why do guys always get to be so flashy? You should get yourself a sports car for, like, female empowerment and stuff."

"You're right," Lena agrees with an unsteady nod of her head. "It's not fair. Let’s go buy one.”

Kara swoons closer, heavily encroaching over the boundary between their two respective chairs. The space between them is nearly nonexistent. The anesthesia side effects are definitely feeling more present.

“I think you’re my soulmate," Kara says, entirely uncensored.

Lena locks eyes with her for one boundless moment before she shakes her head hard, like a puppy trying to shake out wet fur.

"No, you wouldn't like me if you knew me. I am so scary," Lena tells Kara with such sincere earnestness, head bowed towards her. "Like so scary. I’m a CEO."

"That's cool!" Kara cheers, and before she can stop herself she's holding Lena's hands again. "And there's no way you're scary. You’re so nice and soft," she rubs Lena's fingers.

Kara's not quite sure what happens next. Lena sort of pulls at her hands, an unspoken invitation, and Kara's already halfway out of her seat, and it just makes… sense for her to fully get into Lena's lap.

The waiting room chair is perfectly sized for the both of them. Lena's hands anchor Kara, squeezing at her backside. It's heaven.

"You smell good," Lena comments dreamily, leaning forward to inhale at Kara's neck. Then suddenly she jumps back, jostling Kara in her lap.

"Oh my god, I’m gay!"

Kara stares at her, hypnotized by the river of small blue veins at Lena's temple and forehead.

"Oh," she starts. "Did you just… realize?"

"Yes—" Lena half shouts, then, "I mean no, I just had to tell you. So, be careful."

Kara laughs, wrapping her arms around Lena's neck. She massages her fingers into Lena's shoulders, and Lena sighs, reluctantly relaxing by degrees. Kara smiles, goofy.

"With what? Your feelings? Anyways, I’m bi."

"Oh." Lena mirrors Kara's words. "Are you single?"

"Give me your number," Kara replies in lieu of an answer.

They both scramble for their phones, Kara reaching into her back pocket and Lena fishing into an expensive looking hand bag. Kara sits backs on Lena's thighs and proceeds to ignore several texts from her sister. And what should be a simple swap of phone numbers becomes an impromptu photo shoot with lots of giggling and vaguely inappropriate touching.

"What is going on here?"

Kara pivots in Lena's lap, recognizing the voice of her sister coming from the open doorway.

"Alex?"

Lena's head has snapped to the door, too, eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" she says with a squeeze of Kara's hips.

Alex's eyebrow raises, challenging.

"Who are you?"

Kara might actually hear Lena growl then.

"Lena?" another voice joins them.

Alex swivels to look at a woman just over her shoulder, tall and stately with legs for days. She has curly brown hair and soft, bedroom eyes.

"Who are you?" Kara finds her own voice grumbling.

"Sam!" Lena glows.

Who is Sam?!

Sam's eyes rove over the pair of them, and she raises a hand to her mouth to cover a smile. Kara reluctantly extricates herself from Lena's lap, standing but keeping hold of her hand.

"Um, Kar," Alex says, eyebrows threading closer and closer together by the second. "We have to go, so maybe let go of the stranger's hand."

"She's not a stranger, this is Lena!" Kara announces. "And I want her to come with us."

Sam snorts.

"What? No, Kara, we're going home," Alex takes a step into the room, and Lena squeezes Kara's hand possessively. "You need to get some sleep and recover."

"You, too, Lena," Sam intones, still lingering in the doorway.

"No!" Lena practically shouts, standing too. "I feel fine. We’re going to buy a car, actually."

Alex's jaw drops open.

"No, honey," Sam steps toward the pair of them then.

"Honey?" Kara asks, back bowing.

"Down girl," Sam quips in her direction. "We’re just friends."

"No, I’m your boss," Lena snaps at Sam, pointing, but it's as threatening as a five year old making demands about bathtime. "I tell you what to do."

Kara giggles.

"See, I’m mean," Lena gloats to Kara.

"No."

"Oh my god," Alex pinches the bridge of her nose. "This is a fucking mess, we're leaving. Now."

Kara stands taller at the warning nature of Alex's tone, and what follows is an absolute spectacle. It involves Alex chasing Kara around the room, Sam laughing loudly, and Lena threatening her and the entire hospital staff. It ends with Alex rough housing Kara inside of her Tahoe with threats of 'you owe me for life' and 'I can't fucking believe you." But Kara doesn't hear any of it, asleep by the time Alex gets into the driver's seat.

---

The next day, Kara wakes up late. There's a gloomy dark space where her memory of the day before should be, but she can't worry about that now. Instead, she groggily makes her way outside of her room, in search of the delicious coffee smell emanating from the kitchen. Alex stands there at her island, a sentinel, as if she's been up all night and waiting for this moment.

"How are we feeling today?" she asks neutrally.

"Terrible," Kara pours herself a cup of coffee.

"So…" her sister trails off, drumming her fingers, and Kara gets the distinct impression she's not going to like what comes out of her mouth next.

"Remember when you mounted Lena Luthor in the waiting room?"

Kara gapes at her.

"What? No, I didn’t. And who?"

"Lena Luthor," her sister repeats. "You were full on in her lap."

"You're lying," Kara splays herself over the couch. "I don't—remember anything. And Lena Luthor? The tech mogul?"

Alex ignores her.

"I had to take away your phone, and then you threw up in the shower. You don't remember that?"

"I was under anesthesia. I can't be held accountable for my actions," Kara shoves a pillow over her face, hoping it will block out the sound of her sister's voice.

"You're telling me you don't remember this woman?"

There's a slap of paper on her coffee table. Kara moves the pillow away, cracking open one eye to gaze down at the cover of a Popular Mechanics magazine. It's graced by a woman with gorgeous black hair with eyes an endless emerald green. She looks familiar, but Kara's not going to let her sister pull her chain today.

"Stop messing with me, Alex, it's not funny."

Alex glares back at her. "You really don't remember."

Kara grumbles and places the pillow back over her face.

"Check your texts," Alex lobs Kara's phone, and it hits her square in the stomach.

"Ow!" she shouts, chucking the pillow at Alex who dodges it easily. She sips at her coffee smugly.

Kara unlocks her phone, eyebrows furrowing, and reads her last text.

"OH MY GOD!"

"When we came back to your apartment," Alex continues, enjoying herself too much. "You kept trying to make out with your fern plant. You kept calling it Lena."

"STOP!"

"You tried to eat a frozen pizza."

"SHUT UP!"

#supercorp #hr’s askhole #supergirl #Lena Luthor #Kara Danvers #ficlet #fanfic #loosely based on an experience I had with a fellow gay man in the post op waiting room

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cotccotc · 3 years

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SKZ REACT to...

◈ you being followed

part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by anon ♡ )

genre/s: comfort, skz x gn reader

warning/s: description of being followed on the street, descriptions / mentions of panic attacks

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this one took me quite a while but i’m happy with it !!! i decided to write out a longer introduction to this to kinda set up a scene !! i hope y’all enjoy it (esp the comforting parts ofc kdjdjf)

it’s somewhat unlike you to walk alone at night. you figured it would only take you a few minutes, but you got out of work late, setting you back quite a while. to make things worse, while you were working overtime, the sun had set, leaving you to traverse the dimly lit city streets on your own. all you know is that your boyfriend left the door open for you, and a couch date sounds really great right now.

somewhere along your walk, you heard a shuffling noise coming from behind you. you disregarded it, thinking it may have been simple paranoia. you’ve seen too many movies, you think. however, as you keep up your leisurely yet steady pace, you hear another noise. this time you turn around.

a man. in a black hoodie. looking you dead in the eye.

your eyes widen as a small gasp leaves your mouth. needless to say, you begin sprinting to your destination, heart racing at a pace that rivals the speed of your feet. with your focus aimed at getting as far away as you can, you’re honestly not even sure how your legs know where they’re going. nevertheless, your saving grace comes into view. after a quick glance at the now empty street behind you, you sprint even faster than before. and, once you make it to the apartment door, you fling the door open and leap inside with enough force to rattle the hinges.

“y/n? what’s wro-”

“i was being followed,” you interject, a choked sob finally escaping you.

◈ CHAN

his first instinct, no matter what, is to make sure you feel safer now.

he’ll sit you down on the couch, staying close beside you and rubbing your back while reiterating that whoever that man was is gone now.

i’ve always liked to think he’d be good to have around in the event of a panic attack. especially if you’re the type of person who needs physical and verbal reassurance. back rubs, hugging, and breathing reminders galore.

once you’ve calmed down, he would wipe away your tears and hold you close to him as he asks you about the rest of your day.

he’s an amazing listener and he can’t wait to hear about the latest employee or customer gossip lmao

but more importantly, it would take your mind off things, which is all he truly wants.

if you start looking a bit gloomy or drifting off in thought, he’d probably suggest some cuddle time !! he would make sure to remind you of how courageous you were in that moment before promising you one last time that you’re safer now, here with him.

you’d finally fall asleep in his arms, filling him with relief.

◈ MINHO

first reaction: absolutely pissed.

not at you of course, but at the guy who was following you. with you still in his arms, he glances pointedly out the front door and the windows, closing the blinds after giving the entire apartment a once-over.you end up in the bedroom, in which he’ll guide you to sit beside him on the bed.

his expression will have completely changed from anger to loving concern. he’d look deeply into your eyes while holding both your hands in his, assuring you that you’re safe now.while you continue to cry, you explain what had happened in more detail. he strokes your hair as you speak and nods along, blood boiling.

he can’t stand the thought of any person making you feel unsafe. but, he’d maintain a calm exterior in order to make you feel more at ease.

once you describe the whole situation, he’d reassure you once again that the man can’t get to you now.

“he’ll have to get through me.”

you giggle.

“hEY”

◈ CHANGBIN

i think he’d have a similar reaction to minho !!

very visibly pissed that some random guy had the nerve to intimidate you. that dude’s lucky he didn’t follow you the whole way home or else he’d probably be pretty uh. damaged. by now..

he’d sit you down on the couch, do a quick check-in at each of the windows and doors, and come back as soon as he can to console you.

when he does, he’s quick to sit beside you, arm wrapped around you with the other wiping the tears off of your face.

after you explain the situation a bit more clearly, he becomes even more angry (probably mutters some curses under his breath)

but !!!! i think he’d really try his best to focus on cheering you up

asking you what you’d like to do for the rest of the night, if you’d like any food, if you’d like to sleep or stay up for a while.. etc.

plus he’d amp up the silly antics to make you forget about things !!

◈ HYUNJIN

i think his physical reaction would become similar to yours. very quickly.

like once he sees your tears and senses your quickened pulse. his immediate response (whether voluntary or not) would be to emulate you.

so, naturally, he’d hold you in his arms and let you cry it out, while small sobs of his own escape him.

seeing you so scared is a scary feeling.

of course, he’d reassure you that you’re safe !!! he’d look into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ears, and tell you that it’s all over now and that you’re safe.

you, of course, don’t want him to feel sad or scared, so you’d console him as well.

you two would comfort each other the whole rest of the night. i think the most probable option would be the two of you cuddled up in bed watching a movie or reading webtoons together

distraction !! but make it a drama !! or a romcom because .. vibes !!

and when you decide it’s time for bed (however late that may be due to the stress from earlier) he’d be sure to remind you that he’ll be with you all night & when you wake up

(but he’s also secretly clinging onto you out of fear as well kdjfgj)

◈ JISUNG

“oh sh- oh sHIT-”

wouldn’t know what in the fuck to do

would haphazardly check all the windows like minho did, holding your hand as you continue to cry

after he’s done, he’d cling to you and hold you SO very tight <3

lots of “shh shh baby.. baby shhhh” and all that jazz.. you know the sungie vibes…

he’d stroke your hair and arms, noticing your slight shakiness and suggesting you both cuddle for some extra comfort and warmth

no matter what time of night it is, he’d turn off the lights and cuddle with you as you describe the event in more detail

quiet & calm

even if you end up crying again while you speak, he’s there to brush the tears off your face with his thumb and help you calm down again

◈ FELIX

before you came, he might have cooked a small meal for the two of you to share. even though you worked late, it’d still be waiting for you when you arrive. he’d wait too.

when you do happen to burst through the door, he’d jump and gasp out of fear but he’s quick to run up to you and hold you as you let out everything you’d held in during your walk-turned-chase

also !! will help you get settled in as you describe what went down

helping you take off your coat and shoes, getting water for you, grabbing some blankets; all while listening intently and giving you all of his attention

once you’re seated on the couch, wrapped in the softest blanket he could find and staying hydrated after such a harrowing event, he’d be sure to hold you as close as possible to remind you that everything’s okay

eventually, through his subtle gestures and calming demeanor, you won’t even realize how you got situated !! he just knows what to do to make you as comfortable as possible without even trying all that hard

you may choose to skip dinner, but no matter what, he’ll be holding you close the whole night through to make sure you know he’s there to protect and care for you

◈ SEUNGMIN

he’s very methodical about how to proceed. his first instinct is to do what some of the others would and check the house, but he decides to help you calm down first.

you’re rambling about what happened in between sobs and quick breaths, which sends a pain through his heart as he shuts and locks the door.

if you’re shorter than him, he’d bend a little to make direct eye contact with you. he’ll rub your arms and tell you that you don’t have to be afraid anymore

the most calming and reassuring voice in the whole world omg !!!!!!

he’d wipe your tears away and cup your face with both of his hands, prompting you to look back into his eyes before smiling at you

“you’re safe now, right?”

you smile back at him, nodding.

“now, let’s lock all the doors so no bad guys can get in!”

then, he’d take your hand and let you help him lock the doors and shut the curtains, making it feel like a chore instead of a precaution

and for your “good work”, he’d reward you with some binge watching & cuddle time !!! (as if that wasn’t the original plan skjdfg)

◈ JEONGIN

(under his breath, eyes wide) “oh my god…”

i think he’d start freaking out a bit like hyunjin did, but he’d do his very best to hide it. he knows he has to be strong to help you calm down and feel safe.

like felix, he’d help you take off your coat and shoes, leading you over to the couch as you shakily describe what happened.

(i’m sorry i keep making comparisons to the other members bUT) like minho, he’d hold your hands in his, rubbing them softly with his thumbs to soothe your nerves as you let everything out

he’d try to cheer you up by suggesting alternative motives the man might’ve had instead of wanting to harm you

for instance:

jeongin: “what if he was lost and needed directions but he was too shy to ask because you’re so pretty/handsome?”

you: “babe i don’t think-”

jeongin: “OR what if he thought he knew you !!”

you: “but he-”

jeongin: “WHAT IF IT WAS BATMAN-”

overall, his aim is to distract you (as well as himself), which ends in success. you’ll both be in stitches by the end of the night

and… laughing is super tiring, right?

therefore, as reiterated throughout all of these reactions because we all know it’s true:

CUDDLESSSS

oh also.. right before you fall asleep in his arms, he’d ask if you want to leave the light on during the night :( bc he’s a cutie :((((

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞), 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢- 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧- 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐍' 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬/ 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲- 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @brie02 @deja-vux @rvse-miingi @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez

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Waving enthusiastically at the crowd cheering loudly at the end of their performance, Mingi's eyes were scanning each and every one of the sections in the auditorium. To anyone it would seem as though he was making sure to shine his beautiful and radiant smile to all the adoring fans that came to watch and support him and his members, and yes that was partly why. But it wasn't just that. He had hope as he scanned every face in there. Hope of once again seeing her again. He could hear his own heartbeat pump against his ears, the sound drowning out all the chanting coming from the thousands of fans gathered in there.

Sensing what was going on, one of his members couldn't help but let out a sigh. Leaning in close enough so he could hear him, he whispered in his ear.

"She's not here Mingi."

He expected such words from his best friend, who although with good intentions, seemed to try to ground him back down to earth and inadvertently crush his hopes. But he never took it personally. He knew Yunho was only trying to look out for him and spare him more heartache. Nudging him slightly, the equally tall male swung an arm around Mingi's broad shoulders, plastering on a smile out to the crowd once more as he led them backstage as slowly the members started to walk off the stage as scheduled. Accepting that the night was over, Mingi pulled his face away from the crowd and began walking away. He would have ultimately called it another uneventful concert that ended the same way and just go back to change into his normal clothes and then join the rest of the group back at the hotel to lounge and rest.

But he felt a something strange, pulling and beckoning him to look back at the scatter of people behind him once more. Slowly, he tried his head, unsure of where to look exactly, eyes wandering around aimlessly. Until they spotted what he believed to be a familiar red scarf wrapped around a person's neck, effectively covering up the bottom half of their face while their head had a matching beret that covered their forehead entirely. Although he couldn't see much other than their body frame, he felt his heart swell up, legs unable to move as he stared at the figure. Yunho stopped when he felt Mingi no longer walking behind him. Walking back to him, he put on a smile so as to not act suspicious and began pulling him away.

"Mingi..we have to go."

But Mingi stayed grounded, still scanning the figure he had locked his eyes on. The person began walking away, almost as if they didn't even acknowledge him.

"Wait hold on-"

Just as he was about to run off the stage and follow them, Yunho harshly tugged on his arm and fiercely guided him backstage, waving out towards the people still watching them so as to not arouse suspicion or have them think something was wrong.

"Mingi, it's not her. You always swear it is but it's not."

Yunho didn't mean to sound so aggressive towards his long life friend, but he cared about him too much and didn't want him getting false illusions that would only end up in him getting more hurt than what he already was.

"I know but it's different! Yunho she was wearing the scarf I gave her. I know it was it!" He insisted, anxiously looking towards the door, debating whether or not he could make a dash and catch up to the individual.

Shaking his head, Yunho placed his hands on top of his friend's shoulders.

"Mingi.....there's a million red scarfs out there. And you were too far away. Honestly I think....."

He hesitated before speaking his next words, knowing how sensitive Mingi got with the topic.

"Forget about her."

As if on instinct, Mingi shook his head.

"No! I can't. I promised I'd wait for her and I'm not breaking my word. I'll stay faithful to it until she comes back."

"But what if she doesn't?! It's been over two years Mingi! Face the facts. She's not coming back. Y/N never loved-"

"Don't say that! She did- she does love me! I know she does!"

Yunho took a step back. Seeing Mingi become so agitated and frustrated like that truly terrified him. It was always dangerous to have him get mad or overly worked up. Sensing that he probably startled his friend a little too much, Mingi ran a hand over his dyed blonde hair, a despondent sigh coming out his mouth.

"Hey Yunho I'm sorry..... I think.... I need some air."

After changing into his normal clothes, Mingi didn't get in the van like most of the other guys who just wanted to go relax back at the hotel, nor did he follow Wooyoung or Hongjoong to go check out some of the nearby stores. He simply walked in the opposite direction, mindlessly strolling the streets of the unfamiliar city he was currently in. The slight rumbling of the skies and the subtle scent of dew signaled that it was more than likely going to start pouring rain soon. Even though he was wearing one of his long trenchcoat, the slight breeze that blew across sent tiny chills down his spine, nearly making his teeth chatter.

As if it were a beacon, Mingi stumbled across a small and cozy looking coffee shop. Making sure it was still open, he cheerfully greeted the sweet looking old woman behind the counter, who seemed to brighten up at seeing such a handsome young lad at such an hour. Very calmly and politely, he ordered just a simple caramel cappuccino, which the owner was delighted to whip up for him. Just as he took out his wallet to pay, he had a weird inkling feeling for some reason.

"Uh..... do you perhaps sell hot cocoa?" He inquired nervously.

After getting confirmation that they indeed made hot chocolate, Mingi asked if there was any possible way they could add peppermint to it. He could already feel the judgmental stare about to be given to him as most baristas did with such an unpopular request. Although she seemed surprised by the special addition of peppermint, she didn't hesitate to assure him she'd definitely make it as he liked. Mingi felt so grateful to the kind lady, making sure to leave her a generous tip before taking both of his drinks and going back outside.

Spotting a nearby gazebo, Mingi went over and sat down on one of the benches that were placed underneath the roof of it. Setting the hot mint chocolate down next to him, he sipped his cappuccino slowly, being careful not to burn his tongue on the scorching hot liquid. It had the perfect amount of foam in it, with not too much caramel added in it so the strong espresso could still be made out. Wiping off some of the froth that accidentally got on the tip of his nose, he peered down at the untouched drink next to him. Chuckling dryly to himself, he picked up the cup and scanned it with deep curiosity.

"You always were so different and unique." He mused to himself.

Putting it back down, he began to think it was absolutely silly to have bought it just because of some momentary whim he felt back in the coffee shop.

Or was it nostalgia?

Mingi began to believe it was the latter, especially considering what month it was. After all, it was during this exact same time 2 years ago, on a cold and gloomy November where everything started...

Or perhaps ended?

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Exhausted panting came from all 8 of the sweaty bodies of the males in the room, about half of them were already reaching for their water bottles to gulp down the contents before proceeding to try catching their breath once more. The strict yet kind eyes watching them announced they would be taking a break before saying they'd be rehearsing for another hour or two. Simultaneous groans and protests were elicited by the members, who were already tired from thinking about burning a few more calories with their intense dance sessions.

"Looks like I'm missing the new episode of aot." San dramatically layed on the floor, arms sprawled out.

"I'm calling first dibs on the shower when we get back." Seonghwa declared, not afraid of using his status as the oldest member if it meant getting himself cleaned.

"Aww Hyung! You take showers that are way too long! You'll finish all the hot water like last time." Woow already began nagging, which in turn started another argument between his both of them, with San and Yunho joining in to offer backup if necessary.

Ignoring their pointless bantering, Mingi took the time to call up his girlfriend to let her know. It took quite some time for her to pick up his call, it had actually become a rather recent and constant habit of hers, contrary to before when she'd immediately answer on the second ring.

"What?" Her voice sounded somewhat annoyed and tired, which Mingi guessed had something to do with her work.

"Hey baby, looks like I'm going to be staying late at the company for practice. I'm sorry, I really wanted to spend time with you, but I'm not sure it's possible." He could feel his heart pounding as he began imagining her disappointed and disheartened look.

As expected, he heard her sigh through the other end, a brief pause where he only heard her breathing before she finally spoke up.

"That's fine. I'm going to be pulling extra hours today anyways so....don't be sorry. Maybe it works out in the end."

Mingi noticed how dry and monotone she sounded, as if it didn't really bother her that this would yet be another week where they hardly spoke and spent time together for more than 10 minutes.

"Oh ok....take care then, and remember to eat a snack in between hours ok? I don't want you starving yourself ok baby?"

The girl on the other end of the line didn't need to see him to know he was more than likely pouting at her as usual, always fussing to her about her health.

"Ok. Take care Mingi."

"Y/N!.............."

He bit his lip before saying the next words.

"I- I love you." Although he forced a smile on his face, his voice trembled with fear at saying that.

"I....I know. I gotta go."

Once more, she hung up without repeating those same words back to him. Mingi didn't understand why his girlfriend of forever seemed to be acting strange. Lately she hardly had anything to say, she looked less and less animated each time they video chatted, the dark circles under her eyes were becoming more prominent and judging by the way her cheeks looked a little sunken and clothes looked baggy on her, he fussed she was not eating properly.

But the thing that scared Mingi the most was seeing her soulless eyes. Those eyes that once held the entire stars in them, were now empty and completely void of any emotion. She never initiated any form of physical contact with him, it was always him pulling her into an embrace or placing a kiss on her head, nose or lips, and even when she reciprocated them, they were always cold and almost robotic.

It was starting to terrify him.

"Mingi!"

He nearly dropped his phone when the tiny leader called out to him.

"Break time is over. We gotta start again."

Putting his phone back in his bag he promised himself that even if he left at early dawn, he would go over and see his lover. He just had to.

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Letting out a long and exasperated sigh, Y/N kicked off her heels and left them on the front of the door, her toes aching after all the grueling and arduous hours of both sitting and running up and down floors. Her once neat bun now had various hairs poking out from several places and was now drooping lower than in the morning. She slumped her tired body over to her bedroom, ready to just indulge in a warm shower and then head to bed. But the last thing she expected to see when she turned on the light, was none other than her boyfriend.

"Hey." He waved his hand at her, a soft smile on his lips.

She was momentarily confused with his presence.

"I thought you had practice." She raised an eyebrow, her tone sounding more accusatory than with delight.

"I did...but then I came over here." He explained.

"Why?"

Mingi blinked at her question, stunned that she would even ask why. Getting up from the bed, he slowly walked over to her cautiously. Once he was right in front of her, he reached a hand out to caress her cheek.

"Why? I naturally wanted to see you.....hear you...touch you."

Arms wrapping around her waist, he lowered his face until he pressed a soft kiss to her mildly chapped lips. Although he felt her give in after a while, he could feel that her heart was not in it. Every brush of her lips felt extremely languid and emotionless, even after he had turned a little more desperate and began to trail messy kisses across her jaw, her hands did not move away from her sides, her head only tilting to allow him more access to her skin. Before he could move to pull off her shirt, she stopped him by gripping his wrists.

"If you don't mind I'd like to clean myself off first."

Not even giving him a chance to say anything, she pushed past him and made a beeline to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned her back on it, staring into the floor for a few minutes in a somewhat catatonic state. Taking a deep breath, she slowly removed each one of the articles of clothing on her body, all of them feeling like a heavy weight on her. Ripping the scrunchie off her hair, she tossed it onto the floor so it could join the pile that had already been made in a corner. Sliding the glass door open, she got inside the shower and quickly turned on the water, first the splashes coming out at an almost freezing temperature, which although her body shivered at, she did not shrink away from. Then the water finally adjusted to a more warm temperature, not too hot but warm enough to soothe her sore muscles.

Closing her eyes, she decided to simply bask in the warmth of the water coating her body, shutting off her mind from all the spiraling thoughts that had been clouding her mind for the past weeks, refusing to go away and seemingly taunting her at every hour when she least expected it. She hurt, she was in pain yet there were no physical evidence of it. She could barely eat more than 2 bites of any meal she intook because it suddenly felt too full. At nights, her eyes drooped heavy with sleep, yet her restless mind wouldn't allow her even one full hour of sweet slumber though that's all she wanted.....

She just wanted to fall asleep and hopefully never wake up so as to not feel the pain and emptiness she felt.

So lost was she in the moment that she failed to hear or notice the one individual coming in to join her until she felt familiar hands come to wrap themselves around her waist.

"It's all right love. It's just me." Mingi softly whispered when she gasped lightly at the sudden touch.

Letting her relax under his touch before doing anything else, Mingi's fingers slowly began drawing circles around her hips as he kept his face buried in her neck. Inhaling deeply, he could make out her unique scent that his senses had committed to memory, but could also faintly discern a somewhat different odor that he had never before detected on her before. It was slightly off-putting to him, but he opted for brushing it off. After all, she worked with several people at her job.

Slowly, he began peppering kisses along her shoulder, which seemed to trigger deep and blissful sighs to exude from her nose. His hands moved up to cup around her breasts, kneading at her soft skin while the thumbs grazed over her sensitive nubs in a careful motion. Soft moans poured out from her mouth. Tilting her head back, she reached a hand up to bring her lover's face to hers so she could kiss him. Her moans were now being eaten up by his mouth and tongue as his fingers stroked between her legs, probing at her folds and rubbing at her clit. Pulling apart to catch her breath, Y/N looked up at Mingi with longing and desperation.

"Please....more." She begged at him.

Prying her folds open, he carefully inserted two of his slender and long fingers inside her, her walls practically sucking him in. She felt so tight around him, her walls hugging and clenching all around his fingers. Y/N threw her head back against his shoulder as she began grinding against his hand, savoring as she was finally feeling something, anything in a long time. Her hand had moved to pet at his head, her fingers brushing away his now damp hair in gentle caresses. Wanting to see, feel him more, she removed his hand away from her mound and firmly pressed him towards one of the walls, where she then began to kiss him hungrily and in subtle anguish.

Mingi just allowed her to take control for that moment, his heart lightening up at finally getting some reaction from her. He let her take a hold of his erect cock and pump him slowly as her mouth sucked on several patches of skin on his neck to leave tiny blotches across it. He missed this, he missed being intimate with her and missed having her touch him, not to fulfill any sexual yearning, but to be close to her. He always saw these tender and passionate moments as a display of their love and bond.

Soon the water had been turned off and both of their dripping bodies were fumbling out and landing on top of the bed. Mingi hissed softly as he watched his beautiful girlfriend sink down and his length.

"Fuck. It's been too long."

Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her, wanting to be as close as possible as he began to roll his hips up. Wanting to take his time, Mingi took one of her supple breasts and stuffed it in his mouth, giving it various light suckles and then adding a few kisses onto it. Y/N began panting and moaning uncontrollably, so many emotions rushing through her all at once. It seemed as if all that time of not feeling anything had left her somewhat numb to emotions that now she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by all the ones that were hitting her now:

Love, lust, passion, anger, fury, agony, guilt, one by one they all crashed into her head and heart. It was becoming too much for her and it began to scare her somewhat. But she didn't want them to stop, she wanted to cling onto those emotions just a little longer, no matter what or how. She hadn't even realized her hands had placed themselves on Mingi's broad shoulders, holding her steady as she began to bounce herself on top of him, slow tears trickling down her cheeks as muffled cries of desperation were being choked back and bitten back by her lips. Her fear of not feeling anymore soon turned to rage, and it was manifesting itself as she fucked herself on her boyfriend, who by now had noticed the change in her mood.

Mingi tried to grip her hips down, but she didn't seem to care and tried to push his hands away. His calling out to her fell upon deaf ears as she swatted his hands, tat were trying to steady her, away. Finally, he firmly held her wrists and kept her from moving as he forced her to look at him.

"Y/N!" He sharply exclaimed, breaking her out of her trance.

Feeling her body starting to shake, Y/N looked away in shame, her eyes threatening to spill out more tears.

"Baby, look at me, what's wrong?" Mingi gently cupped her chin.

Not meaning to be so mean, but Y/N brushed his hand away and began to climb off him.

"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry."

Getting up, she ransacked her drawer and pulled out some clothes and dressed herself in an inhumane speed.

"Honey, we can talk about it-" Mingi tried to touch her once more but she pulled away once more.

"I don't want to talk about it! Please! I just want to go to bed."

Marching over to the closet, she grabbed some spare pillows and a blanket.

"I'm sleeping on the couch." She firmly stated, not about to let herself be dissuaded from her resolution.

"Y/N, please don't do this. Stop shutting me out."

With one final attempt, Mingi grabbed her shoulder and turned her arousal to face him, eyes intently searching and scanning every inch of her face for a clue as to what was bothering her.

"Talk to me love, you know you can."

Y/N opened her mouth, about to spill what was on her heart, but ultimately decided against it.

"I can't.....I'm sorry. Just please....let me be for now."

Mingi's hands fell to his sides in defeat as he watched the most important person in his life leave him there, alone. He hated this, hated having her become so distant from him. He could feel it in his heart that sooner or later she was going to snap and hurt his heart, probably more than what he was imagining.

But he was ready for that moment.

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Having gotten absolutely no sleep that night, Y/N ended up getting up just hours before the sun was supposed to rise. Making sure to make as little noise as possible, she made sure to bundle up since it was chilly outside. She looked over at the peaceful and sleeping figure of her boyfriend, who was softly letting out subtle snores as his hands clutched around a pillow, holding onto it as if his life depended on it. He could never fully call asleep unless he was holding something, that something always being her. She could make out a faint wet patch on his pillow where his cheek rested, tell tale sign that he had been crying the night before, just as she had done.

With a kiss to his forehead, she left the house and headed out, her destination still unclear. She just walked wherever her legs led her to, whether conscious or unconsciously. There was hardly a soul around to keep her company on that lonely and cold morning walk in the autumn breeze. Her teeth were chattering inside her mouth whenever a rather blunt force of air swooped past her, making her lick her lips as she felt them drying up even more.

Without realizing it she had come across a small and serene park, a trail specifically used for early joggers right in front of her. Following the trail, she kept her head down as she slowly strolled through the immense trees surrounding her. The golden and garnet hued leaves were scattered about all around the semi dead grass, some of it blowing through the air. She paid no attention to them though, she paid no attention at all to her surroundings. She couldn't feel anything anyways, even the cold air was becoming numb to her at this point.

"Mind if I join you?"

She halted in her steps when a low voice spoke from behind her. She didn't need to see him to know who he was.

"How'd you know I was here?" She questioned him without turning around still.

"Lucky guess."

Moving in front of her, Mingi's tall figure loomed over hers, studying her mood which right now seemed apathetic and melancholic. Standing there all quiet for a brief moment, Mingi was the one who decided to break the ice.

"I love you, you know that right?"

Without even batting an eye, Y/N slowly nodded. Expecting that reaction, Mingi chuckled dryly.

"You know it's been a while since I've heard you respond at all to me saying that...."

Once more, she had no expression on her face, hardly even blinking as she stared right through him, almost as if he wasn't there. But she was listening to him, and he knew it too. Brushing some hair behind her ear, Mingi let out a deep sigh.

"Y/N...... I know you're not ok. I don't know how or what it is you're feeling, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. Maybe you should go see a therapist, a doctor, I don't know. We'll find out what's wrong so you-"

"Mingi I don't know what I feel for you anymore."

He felt as if a knife had been plunged at his chest. Although he expected her to say something that would hurt him, he still wasn't fully ready to hear those words.

"Just 2 months ago you said and thought differently. Back then you always told me you loved me and cherished me." He kindly reminded her.

"Maybe feelings change." She bluntly stated.

"Yes they do which is why I don't believe you when you say you don't feel anything for me anymore. I know my Y/N, I know the girl I fell in love with and I know that these past weeks, seeing how you're acting.......that's not you."

She didn't move away when he cupped her cheeks.

"I know you still love me, I can see it in your eyes. Your love is just restrained right now. Just give it time. Trust me."

Choking back tears, Y/N finally made eye contact with him.

"Just end it Mingi. I don't have the heart to do it, so please just end things with me. Don't hold onto me anymore. Move on with your life and find someone who can love you like you deserve to be loved."

Mingi immediately shook his head, that being an option he was not accepting.

"Baby, do you need some time on your own? Some time alone? I can give you that. Maybe that way it'll be good for you to use that time to get help and-"

"Mingi I cheated on you." She confessed.

His body stood frozen in place at her admittance, yet he was not shocked at all. The weird scent he detected on her and the way she sometimes recoiled from his touch as if guilt ate her alive, he always had that thought on the back of his head.

"So you fell in love with someone else?"

Y/N let out a sob.

"No.......absolutely not. It meant nothing and I just did it because I wanted to feel something, anything and he was right there. But that's no excuse and I'm sorry Mingi. I'm sorry I'm not the girlfriend you deserve. You deserve so much better than me. Someone who's not broken, foolish and dead already. So please..."

Her hands came up to hide her face as she began crying like she hadn't done in a long time.

"Just forget about me....."

Even if she didn't want it, Mingi embraced her, holding her tightly as she tearfully spilled her heart and emotions out. His heart ached for her. She was suffering, emotionally and mentally she was in pain and she didn't even want to admit it. He couldn't force her to get help, but he couldn't just leave her like that. It would tear him apart if he did. Stroking her hair, he waited until her sobbing and hyperventilating had calmed down before saying anything.

"Y/N.....you need some time alone. We....need some time alone. And I'm willing to give you as much time as you need to heal. But you have to promise me that you'll get help. It's not fair for you to keep living this way. You deserve to be happy."

Pulling back, he used his thumbs to brush away some of the tears off her cheeks.

"But this doesn't mean I'm ending things nor forgetting about you. This is only a break until you're all better and ready to come back to me."

Y/N stared at him in disbelief.

"Song Mingi, you're an even bigger idiot than I thought you were."

He giggled softly at that.

"I'm an idiot who loves you and will always love you. And this idiot knows you still love me, even if your brain refuses to let you believe it now."

Pressing his forehead against hers, he shut his eyes to keep himself from crying.

"I'll be waiting for you until you come back to me....."

Taking off the red scarf that was hanging on his neck, he wrapped it around her neck and softly padded it on.

I know you'll be back."

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He left her with a final kiss on her lips and watched her walk away, disappearing from his life for about 2 years. Rain had begun to fall then just as it was falling in that moment. Picking up the untouched peppermint hot chocolate and discarding his cappuccino on a nearby trash bin, Mingi stepped out of the gazebo and began walking back to the hotel, not caring about getting soaked in the pouring rain. Perhaps it could help to mask the tears that were beginning to spill out from his eyes. He had never felt his longing for the person he still regarded as his soulmate so dearly as he felt right then and there. He felt as if his oxygen was being caught off, his hope was beginning to dwindle, all the words his friends would often say to him were revolving around his head.

Were they right? Should he stop waiting for her? Was he wrong? Should he just move on?

He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard someone open an umbrella behind him, the person hovering it over him so the rain wouldn't hit him anymore. He felt his heart beating harshly against his chest, some overpowering sensation telling him to turn around, which he slowly began to do. The first thing his eyes caught was the familiar red scarf tied to the person's neck. He recognized it immediately. And when he looked up at the face that was looking back at him, he no longer had any doubts left.

"Y/N...." He whispered out.

Through tears in her eyes, she smiled at him, not a fake nor cold one, but a genuine and heart warming smile, just like the one she had plastered on her face when they first met each other.

"Hey Mingi. How are you?" She asked.

"I...I'm fine. ....how are you?" They both knew what he was referring to.

"I'm a lot better actually. Taking medication still sucks but I'm a lot better and happier now. My therapist has been working with me all this time so...yeah.." She seemed a little awkward talking about it, but Mingi wasn't going to push her.

"I'm glad, I truly am happy for you."

Looking back at the cup in his hand, he held it out to her.

"It's probably not hot anymore, but it's your favorite."

Y/N was surprised that he even had or remembered what her favorite was. Taking a small sip, she couldn't help the tiny grin spreading on her cheeks.

"It's perfect. I never liked it super hot either way."

They both chuckled at that known fact between them. Soon there was another silence between them, and once again it was Mingi who broke it. Brushing some hair away from her face, he stared into her eyes.

"I love you."

Looking up at him, her eyes no longer void nor cold, but instead full of life and love, Y/N answered back.

"I love you too."

Unable to hold himself back, Mingi held her tightly, overwhelmed with emotions as he finally held the love of his life in his arms once more.

"I knew you'd come back to me...."

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yong-bokk · 3 years

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all in ¹

pairing: special agent ! han jisung x reader

genre: frenemies to idiots to lovers fluff with a dash of sad

warnings: mentions of drug dealing and someone got shot

u are !! angry !!

scratch that

u are ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノFURIOUS!!! ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

ur pen magically disappeared from your pen holder. AGAIN

and this time it’s the new carrot-shaped one you just bought

٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶

u don’t need to be a detective to figure out the culprit behind this

bc it’s who else other than,,,,

“HAN JISUNG”

hyunjin, putting on his earphones: “here we go again”

“yes, love?”

GOD u wish u could wipe that cute stupid smile off his cute face

“STOP. STEALING. MY PENS.”

(○｀д´)ﾉｼ Σ(っﾟДﾟ)っ

u’re going to sue chan

why chan, u ask

bc “bickering with han jisung daily” was definitely not part of the contract he gave u when u decided to join the skz criminal investigation division

but here u are

shooting glares at the special agent sitting at his table across yours, filling in paperwork with your carrot pen

and that’s just how everyday is

he teases you all the time and takes ur things

you take revenge by stealing from his ‘secret’ lollipop stash

“STOP. STEALING. MY CANDIES.”

you, popping one into your mouth: “i literally don’t know what you’re talking about, love”

(ง •̀_•́)ง “u come near my babies again and i’ll FIGHT u”

he says that

but jisung always buys more of your favourite flavour

he'd rather quit than admit that to you though !!

the two of you bicker 24/7

and everyone else just wants you two to shut up and kiss

i mean

it’s not like u two hated each other or anything

hate is a strong word

and deep down the two of u know it’s all just friendly banter

and u know this because

there was this one time

u had to stay up late to catch up on the biggest pile of paperwork u’ve been procrastinating on

at god-knows-what-o’clock u decided to rest ur eyes

just close them for a couple of minutes,, right? (◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍)

wrong!

u ended up closing them for a good HOUR before waking up and realising that u

one: did NOT finish the pile of work u promised chan u’d hand him that day

and two: overslept and is most definitely very, very late to a very important meeting

u wanted to cry but fuck u didn’t even have the TIME to cry

just when u thought ur day couldn’t get worse

it suddenly rained hard when u were just 5 minutes away from the office

( ◞‸◟)

sorry reader

that day was just /not/ ur day

u stepped into the office shivering like one of minho’s kittens after a bath, drenched from head to toe and creating mini puddles wherever u stand

u barely sat down when jisung threw something at u

honestly u were about to yell at him but then u saw

?????

he threw u his hoodie

and sweatpants

and also the warmest towel

and u just sat there staring at him bc ur last half of a braincell was: surprised

“hurry up and go change before u catch a cold, dummy”

u would’ve smacked him for calling u a dummy on any other day

but u made ur way to the restroom and changed

jisung’s hoodie felt way better than the soaked dress shirt you had on

it he smelled nice too

u’ll never know how chaotic his heart became when he saw u waddle back to ur desk looking like the absolute love of his life in his clothes

han jisung on the outside: ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎

han jisung on the inside: ⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ㅅ⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄ AKJSDFSDFASKDJ

u also don’t know this but han went to chan that day and asked him to let u off the hook for being late that day

he also asked for half of your paperwork

but this one u found out

bc u bumped into him walking towards chan’s office holding a stack of paper with a bright yellow post-it on top of it

and your name written on said post-it

“is that,,, my paperwork?”

…………

“,,,,no?”

“han jisung”

“alrightyeahmaybe…..”

“u-u did my paperwork for me?” (˃̣̣̥^˂̣̣̥`)

“don’t think too much of it, i was uh- i was just bored WAIT WHY ARE U CRYINGKSJDF”

that was a one-time thing

but yeah u definitely don’t hate jisung

and u’re pretty sure he doesn’t hate u too

even if u purposefully annoy each other on a daily basis

“i hate paperwork”

“yn if u say that one more fucking time i SWEAR-”

“u’ll do it for me?” (◕ᴗ◕`)

“U WISH”

:(((((

hyunjin: “okay shut up lovebirds. i have good news and bad news, which one do u want to hear first”

“good….?”

“good news !! you don’t have to do paperwork”

＾ワ＾) “and why is that?”

“bang chan is assigning u on another undercover case”

“that’s not bad news hyun-“

“-with jisung”

＾ワ＾) ?????!?!???!?!?!WHAT

u physically can’t even be together with jisung for longer than 2,5 seconds without start bickering with each other

what does he MEAN chan is assigning u two on an undercover case

“which part of ‘i’m assigning u and jisung on an undercover case’ do u not get”

“IT’S LIKE U DON’T EVEN KNOW US CHAN”

“listen . it’s a one-shot mission and i’m sure the two of u won’t fuck up. me assigning two of my best agents for this case is a well-thought decision”

( ´•︵•` )

ok so the case

a new club recently opened in town

and it’s currently the most popular one bc the owner is a very famous millionaire and has his famous guests over all of the time

however

there has been a couple of reports asking the officials to check for some suspicious activities going on inside

the reports seemed valid considering how details from different sources matched with each other

but the police can’t just barge in and do a thorough check

bc the one who owns the club is kind of a big deal

so ;—;

u and jisung

dressed up in the prettiest fanciest celebrity-like fits u own

in u go

it didn’t take the two of u long before u gathered up information

all u had to do now is catch them in the act and get rock solid evidence

it was supposed to be a simple fishy drug trade in a very fancy club’s private bathroom

from one of the stalls u got clear view of everything happening

but u weren’t paying attention

one second u were done sending the pictures to hyunjin

the next second u heard jisung yell ur name and suddenly someone’s on the ground ( ｡ _ ｡ )

turns out that someone barged in, attempting to shoot u but jisung got to him first

but they both didn’t miss

jisung took a bullet to his shoulder instead of u

from then on

ur body autopiloted and everything else was a blur

u helped him apply pressure on the wound as u requested help

guilt swallowed u whole when u saw him wince a little bc he thought u weren’t looking :((

the ambulance came and chan and hyunjin followed not long after

u just let them move jisung onto the stretcher and followed silently, not letting go of his hand

:(( jisung thinks seeing u like this hurts more than his wound does

“it’s okay, i’m okay. it’s not ur fault, yn”

he gave u a smile and squeezed ur hand but u know he’s just saying that bc he doesn’t want u to feel bad and worry

if it weren’t for bang chan asking u to stay for a couple of statements,

u would’ve gotten into the ambulance with jisung

(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

but u went to the hospital right after

u waited outside during the surgery and u saw him for a little while when he was still asleep

u haven’t seen him again since then

the next few days jisung was in the hospital, everything felt so… empty

the office felt so empty without jisung

u didn’t even know why u kept staring at his table

it wasn’t like he was going to pop out of nowhere

but (´•̥ ᵔ •̥`) u wish he would

hyunjin followed u everywhere and made sure to drag u away from paperwork for breaks and lunch

felix made u ur favourite batch of cookies in hopes u’ll cheer up

lee know even came in with two bags full of ur favourite snacks

“he’s not dead, yn”

but u know he was worried too

the office was just so gloomy without jisung

u can’t believe u’re saying this but u miss him

u miss bickering with him

u miss his stupid laugh when u yell out his name

u’d even let him steal all ur good pens if it means he’s going to be okay and come back

by the end of the week, chan finally had enough

“yn u know u can’t keep doing this to urself”

“do what”

“come on, if there was one thing u hate the most it’s paperworks and u've been throwing urself into that without a single complaint.. it’s honestly quite concerning”

･o･ “u… called me in bc i wasn’t complaining about paperworks?”

“we both know why u’re here >: and i’m not talking to u as ur chief, i’m talking to u as a friend >: ”

……..

“i just miss him so much…. and it’s my fault, chan, it’s my fault he got hurt like that and he kept saying that he’s okay but-“

u felt bad for bursting out to chan like that but he was the one who cornered u first so >:

u walked out of chan’s office eyes puffy and although the others probably heard, u still hoped they don’t see u like this

u were about to dash for the restroom and hide there until ur eyes de-puff but

“i didn’t know u’d miss me this much”

???

?!@#$*(!@#$)!&@#%

u whipped ur head so fast and there han jisung was wearing his cute stupid smile

normally u would’ve thought of a snarky comeback already

but seeing him there right in front of u after a whole jisungless week

and after ur little breakdown session with chan

u couldn’t help but burst into tears again and hugged him like he was going to disappear if u didn’t hold him tight enough ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

jisung bit his lip to hold back a wince but couldn’t help and let out a little hiss when u bumped into the bandage on his shoulder

“i-i’m sorry”

u pulled away a little feeling bad for hurting him but he had u in his arms once again, holding u just as tight

“i’m perfectly fine, see? i’m not going anywhere, u can’t get rid of me that fast”

(´ •̥◡•̥ `) jisung smiled so wide when he heard ur tiny giggle

his babey ! no longer sad !

god knows how long the two of u stayed there hugging

until u heard someone clear their throat

that someone being chan

“i’m sorry but can u hug somewhere else, i really need to go”

bonus:

“wait u’re already discharged from the hospital?” (• . • ?)

“i heard u missed me and i can’t let my baby miss me any longer”

“han jisung-“

“i mean, i can’t say i didn’t miss u too-“

“U STILL HAVE UR HOSPITAL BRACELET ON U DID U RUN AWAY?????!!!!”

“……..i? discharged? myself?”

hhhHHHHhhhhh

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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For Malleus’ birthday can we get a date exploring abandoned buildings with him.

Note : This takes place back when you still don’t know what Tsunotarou’s real identity is.

Malleus couldn’t sleep.

Not like he needed much anyway, someone as powerful as him wouldn’t submit to something as primal as sleep. To him, it was irrelevant and the darkness of the night just so happens to be his favorite time of the day. So, he had to do what he always do the best; Escape from the surveillance of his retainers and explore a world he had never been to before. It’s the same old routine every time and yet, the unknown never cease to fascinate him.

However, it was strange to say that no matter how much he walks, his feet would always carry him back to a place that he knows all too well. The Ramshackle Dorm whose only occupant is a petty monster, and a lone human that could not use magic. It used to be his favorite place, although he’ll never actually admit that to anyone. It was a shame that there is now someone to disrupt that atmospheric peace it had. There would be more people that’ll visit that place and soon, it’ll lose all the qualities that made it special.

But even so...Malleus found himself gazing at it tonight as well.

He...Doesn’t really know how he got here in the first place, nor does he ever understand why. It felt like it’s a huge responsibility, to visit the dorm in every way he can. Maybe it was because he’s still attached to the place? Maybe he had already explored everything he has to in this island? No, it’s not that. He was simply waiting...and hoping for a certain someone to come out every time he comes to visit.

“My, my...It’s a surprise to see you still out in the cold at a time like this. Have you had any fear at all?”

One of the residence in that same broken down dorm, a child of a human. She had no powerful magic to compare to his, the odd one in a school focused on honing a wizard’s magical capability. Honestly, she was just an unfortunate creature, a bystander that shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place. Malleus almost feels bad for her, having heard of stories from his supervisor about all the things that this human had to go through with the other dorm leaders mysteriously overblotting. She was a well-developed young woman by human standards, but in his eyes, all he sees is a little girl still in need of guidance.

She was nothing special, and yet, she never fails to put a smile on his face.

“Ah, Tsunotarou...!”

What a ridiculous nickname. If his people were to hear this one human call him, call The Malleus Draconia by such terms, there would be a riot, a controversy. Honestly, if it were anyone but you who would dare to call him by that name, a shot of lightning would’ve probably executed them right on the spot. Guess it was a good thing that you got permission beforehand, huh? Even if you yourself hadn’t realized so, it was charming to say the least.

“I could say the same thing for you too.” You said, with your head held up high to look at him in the eyes. Malleus could not see the tiniest bit of fear in your eyes, it was clear that you did not see him as a threat at all, unlike the others. “Say, didn’t you say that you were a fan of exploring around? I’m kinda in a mood to do just that so, would you like to accompany me?”

Malleus couldn’t help but chuckle at what you said, not one person had ever said that to him with a straight face before. “Was that an invitation, Child of Man? How curious...” He asked, in which he received an eager nod from you. “Very well then, I accept. Honestly, I could never find a gloomy moment with you.”

His comment only left you raising your eyebrow in confusion, something that he had already expected. It was no use on confusing the ignorant any further, after all. Either way, you carry on along with him accompanying you wherever you plan to go.

Some of the places that you both ended up visiting had already been old news to Malleus, having all the time in the world to explore them. However, that radiant in your eyes prevented him from saying anything that would spoil your excitement, your reaction was far too amusing. You were a curious human child, having the courage to look at every crooks a place had without worrying about the risks for traps. For that short time he had with you tonight, he already lost count of how many times he had to use his magic to move away debris away from you, without yourself even noticing. From the large boulders that could actually seriously injure you, to the tiniest of rocks that you wouldn’t even feel, it became a reflex for him to keep a look out for any other danger that may come your way.

Malleus even found himself secretly using magic to lead you to a specific part of a place, one that would make your eyes shine in amazement once you found it. You would go up to him, feeling proud by thinking that you found such treasure yourself when it truth, he played a major role in it. But still, he could never say that, he enjoyed your enthusiasm way too much to do so.

“Exploring like this really takes the energy out of you quick, huh...” You said as a yawn escapes you. Initially intending to take a break, you and Malleus sat beside each other in a nearby bench, a lamp post illuminating the surroundings.

With his arms crossed, Malleus observed the way you rubbed your eyes, as if to fight the urge to sleep. It was clear that you’ve already reached your limit for tonight, and although he feels rather disappointed that it would end so soon, you needed to rest your eyes. “Isn’t it about time for you to come back to your dorm? It has gotten quite late.” He suggested with his eyes closed, still in dismay that his time with you is over. Truly, the difference between the endurance between a human and a fae are both far and wide.

“Yeah...” You listlessly agreed whilst nodding off, it made Malleus smile slightly actually. Honestly, you’re hopeless, and with that extreme vulnerability of yours, just imagine all the things that he could do. He isn’t as friendly as you think after all, but revealing that now would simply be boring in his standards, not to mention quite pointless. With only a few months of talking and meeting up like this, you already had come to trust him so much as to never raise your guard up when it comes to him. He should be offended, but there was a certain charm around it when it’s you. “It’s really late, and...”

Suddenly, you looked up, coincidentally seeing a clock post nearby and Malleus had to tilt his head in wonder with that pause in your words. Then, you widened your eyes. “Ah! It’s already passed midnight!” You blurted out in panic, which made Malleus face palm gently, so that’s what this is all about? Just realizing that, you’re such a... “Here!”

This time, it was Malleus’ turn to be caught off-guard as you handed him some sort cloth, no...It was a scarf. “...What do you intend on giving me this?” Malleus asked, looking back at your smile.

You blinked repeatedly. “What do I intend...? Well...” You trailed off, scratching the back of your head before looking back at him with a cute blush on your cheeks. “...It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”

It took him a moment, slowly widening his eyes as realization came by him. “Birth...day?” It didn’t even occur to him, he completely forgot the importance of this new day that came by. “...How do you know about that?”

“Lilia-senpai told me! Since he seemed to know you.” You beamed up at him. “Though...I kinda panicked a little, and I don’t really know too much about you to actually know what kind of gift you would like...”

You scratched your cheek in embarrassment, looking away from him. “...So, I ended up knitting something and before I knew it, it turned into a scarf, haha...” You sheepishly explained, face burning at how low your reasoning was. “Y-You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but I’d really appreciate it...If you can at least take it...”

Malleus stared at your face, your usually bright expression had suddenly been overpowered by sheer embarrassment. Your face was red, the way you were biting you lips slightly was a new side of nervousness that he didn’t know about you, nor he had ever known that you were capable of expressing. It was honestly...refreshing to see that, adorable even. Looking at the scarf in your hand, it was true that it looked like it was hand crafted. You still didn’t seem to have a full grasp in knitting yet, judging from the few loosely strands sticking out here and there, but it still wasn’t exactly bad.

Then, Malleus just couldn’t help it anymore. A booming laughter escaped his throat, it was more than a chuckle, he was actually letting out his entertainment right there. “Haha! Oh, Child of Man...You are truly the most interesting human I’ve ever encountered!” He exclaimed, a large smile sprawled on his face.

“I-I am...?” You muttered in a flinch, not expecting him to say anything at all.

“Very well...I shall take it.” It’s not like there was any trouble anyways, Malleus would’ve still gladly take it from you if you were so generously offering it up to him. Regardless if it was his birthday or not.

“R-Really...!?”

“I don’t see why not.” Malleus said, raising his eyebrow with a smirk that can never disappear from his face for some reason. “I’ll even give you permission to place it around me and let you see how it looks.”

“Yay!” You cheered, scooting closer to him with the scarf on your hands. Malleus instantly noticed the gesture you gave him and lowered his head slightly, just enough for you to wrap the fluffy fabric around his neck. Tying them up nicely, you marvelled at the way your horned friend look. “Wah~! Tsunotarou, you look adorable! And comfortable too!”

A twitch displayed on his eyebrow, but you playfully dismissed it. “Is that so...” He said and you nodded vigorously. He huffed, the cold was not an enemy to him at all, he has a natural tolerance when it comes to it. A scarf was something that is normally pointless to him but surprisingly, he felt warm. Maybe not because of the heat it provided, but because he could feel the immense care and loving effort that you put into making it. “Well...Whatever makes you happy.”

Giggling, another sleepy yawn escapes you, but it sounded way more exhausted than the previous one. Without thinking, you lay your head on Malleus’ shoulder, startling the fae. “Hehe...Tsunotarou’s so warm...” You said, leaning your forehead against him, with your hands clenched around his sleeve. Malleus kept quiet, he couldn’t say anything back as he just stared at your form, waiting for your next response.

...But what greeted him next were just a batch of soft snores, suggesting that you had finally succumbed to your battle against the overwhelming slumber. Malleus blinked a few times, before chuckling at your behavior. Even in your sleep, you sound so chipper, probably because of the fact that you’ve accomplished something for tonight. He raised a hand and hanged it around your shoulder, pulling you closed for more comfort. He glanced down at your sleeping figure, still can’t believe that you fell asleep in his presence.

Sometimes, Malleus wonders what you would be like if you’ve met in an alternate universe where you’re aware of who he is. Would you be scared, or would everything stay the same as always? When it comes to you, he still couldn’t determine which would be the exact answer. But if he were to ask you that same exact question, a part of him could just laugh and sit back as it wouldn’t really matter. He already knew what you were going to say, after all.

“Tsunotarou would always be Tsunotarou”

...That was what you told him before too, right? Malleus liked that answer, it was really something to expect from the strangest human he had ever meet. So, until then, there was no reason for him to doubt you. He’ll believe your words as he continues to wait for the inevitable day that you will come to know of his real name. He doesn’t have to rush, he’ll cherish these moments for a little longer, while he still can.

It was funny, for the first time in his long years of fae life, he was fine putting his arms around a human like this. He even go as far as to keep you warm from the cold, making your slumber a little more comfortable. Closing his eyes gently, he leaned his head close to your own, foolishly basking in a human’s warmth himself...How scandalous for the future heir of the Valley of Thorns, being so intimate with a mere human like this. The very fact that he’s enjoying this moment right now is a sin of itself, he’ll be in so much trouble...

...And yet, for the very first time, Malleus could not care less.

MALLEUS AND YUU INTERACTIONS ARE THE BEST SCENES IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE GAME.

CHANGE MY MIND.

...Actually, no. You can’t, it’s too late. I’m already feeling so girly for this ship.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #Birthday Crumbs (Malleus)

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archived-kin · 3 years

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you are hopelessly in love with one (1) librarian

note from kin: i’m (kinda) back baby!!!!!

i thought i’d start with something for myself to get back into the ~groove~ so i chose lisa since i love her so much

in this one you’re venti’s accompanist bard buddy and play the flute! whether or not you’re a vision-holder isn’t mentioned but i like to imagine that venti gives you an anemo vision after the two of you bond as fellow musicians (though of course you don’t know it’s him who gave you it, you basically just woke up one night after a performance and found it in your pocket)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, lisa, kaeya, venti, razor

pairing(s): lisa/reader (+ some wholesome best friend venti content)

warning(s): none!

genre: fluff

“She’s so pretty,” You groan into the table. “I’m going to die.”

“You probably shouldn’t,” Kaeya replies through a mouthful of hash brown. “Your bard friends would be rather sad without their favourite Buoyant Balladeer.”

“What difference is it going to make?” You raise your head and stare at him with soulless eyes. “My life has no meaning anyway.”

“Oh, now you’re just being dramatic.” Kaeya slaps your shoulder so hard that you swear you feel your bones dislocate. “Cheer up.”

You groan, but sit up and take the hash brown he offers you anyway. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” He responds, already shoving another one into his mouth and beginning to chew.

You let out a heavy sigh and begin to nibble miserably on your own hash brown. “Sorry about all this. I probably sound like an idiot.”

“Don’t worry about it,” He reaches over and gives your hair a playful ruffle. “And you don’t sound like an idiot. Lisa’s a very beautiful lady, after all.”

You raise your head in a snap, glaring at your friend through narrow eyes. “Hey, watch it.”

“I’m uninterested, not blind. Calm down.” He flicks you in the head with a chuckle. Raising his eyes to the sky, he gives a content sigh, as if the sun that he appears to be staring directly into isn’t burning his eye. “You know, a sky like this really calls for a nice glass of dandelion wine…”

“You have beyond enough problems to deal with right now without becoming a day drinker as well,” You shoot back. “Don’t you still have a report to file about those Treasure Hoarders over in Windrise?”

“Oh, that’s taken care of,” He says dismissively, taking a sip from his cup of water. “All dealt with.”

“Careful, Mr Kaeya,” comes a familiar honey-sweet voice from somewhere behind you, and you immediately tense. “Lying is a sin.”

“Miss Lisa!” laughs your blue-haired companion as the librarian pulls up a seat at your table, leaning forward and resting her chin on a single gloved hand. It’s an innocent motion by all means, but it still makes your heart skip a beat. “So kind of you to join us. What brings you here?”

“I simply saw two familiar faces while out on a stroll,” She smiles, stealing Kaeya’s mug and taking a sip of his Wolfhook juice. “How have we all been doing?”

“I-I’m doing great,” You quickly reply as her eyes land on you, unable to form a more intelligent response under her clear green-eyed gaze.

Much better now that you’re here, you add silently as she turns her attention to Kaeya, sliding his mug back over to him with such ease that you get the impression she does this a lot.

Kaeya himself either hasn’t noticed Lisa stealing his drink or doesn’t care, since he promptly curls his fingers back around the tankard and takes a long drink without any indication that he’s noticed anything out of the norm.

“Craving some wine, but I suppose I’m fine,” He sighs, tilting his head slightly to the side and swirling the contents of his mug around. “[Name] here says I shouldn’t be drinking during daylight.”

“And [Name] is very right,” Lisa shakes her head, the little rose accessory on the end of her hat tinkling with the motion. You can’t help but silently compare the sound to the ringing of heaven’s bells. Curse your stupidly romantic heart. “You drink more than enough in the evenings.”

“Then what of you?” Kaeya counters, smirking playfully. “I know for a fact that you can drink most of Angel’s Share’s patrons under the table within a single night.”

“Perhaps so, but I spend far less nights in front of the bar than you do.”

You stare determinedly down into the bottom of your water tankard as Lisa and Kaeya continue their little back-and-forth, feeling an odd sensation tugging at the pit of your stomach. What is this? Anger? Jealousy?

Tapping your fingers agitatedly on the tabletop, you kick yourself firmly in the shin. You’re being ridiculous. Kaeya knows just how head-over-heels you are for the Witch of Purple Rose, and even if he is a sneaky little snake who swaps around the chess pieces when he thinks you’re not looking, you know that he’d never do something like… that to you. Besides, you know full well that, even if they’re close friends, they don’t harbour any romantic feelings for each other.

As the songs say, though, jealousy is a green-eyed demon that will listen to irrationality over reason any day, and so you can’t help but glare subtle holes into the side of Kaeya’s head as he continues to converse with the object of your affections as if you’re not even there.

“... I jest, I jest,” He laughs, waving his hand about as Lisa giggles into her glove. “Anyway, as I was saying to our friend here earlier - the weather’s been beautiful recently, hasn’t it?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, a signal that Kaeya clearly sees and pointedly ignores. The both of you know that the weather was far from what you had been conversing about earlier, but you’re glad that Kaeya isn’t giving you away, at the very least.

“Quite,” Lisa agrees, tossing a lock of hair out of her face in a way that knocks all the breath out of your lungs. “Pleasant weather for a stroll around Starsnatch Cliff, wouldn’t you say, [Name]?”

You jolt in your seat and heat up so abruptly that you wouldn’t be surprised if you started smoking. Kaeya sniggers not-so-subtly into his hand as you hurriedly stutter, “U-uh, yeah, totally!”

“Is that an invitation?” Kaeya raises an eyebrow with a coy smirk, and you’ve never wanted to punch him more than you do at this moment. “I’m sure [Name] would be glad to accompany you.”

“Ah, I couldn't impose myself like that,” Lisa shakes her head, and you want to cry because if only you weren’t such a coward you could tell her that she’d never be imposing on you. “Razor could do with some new scenery for his training. I might as well show him the sights.”

“How is training with your protégé going, then?” Kaeya asks. “He seems to have become quite the loyal little wolf since you first took him under your wing.”

“Oh, he’s an absolute darling,” Lisa says breezily. “He still isn’t very verbal, unfortunately, but he’s learning to communicate like a star. And he’s becoming a dab hand at using his Vision more effectively, too.”

“Sounds like you’re a wonderful teacher, then,” Kaeya compliments, then gives you a side-eyed look. “Wouldn’t you agree, [Name]?”

You nod vigorously. “Absolutely!”

“You flatter me,” Lisa sighs, “But a good teacher is nothing without a bright and willing student.”

Kaeya gives you a subtle dig in the side, and you hurriedly go to reply. “H-hey, give yourself some credit. Razor never would have been able to open up so much without you.”

“You’re too kind, darling.” She gives you a brilliant smile, and you very nearly pass out on the spot, but Kaeya helpfully keeps you conscious by stomping hard on your left foot like the little shit he is. You’ll have to get him back for that later - when your heart rate isn’t so rapid that it feels like you might just ascend to Celestia any minute now.

Lisa doesn’t stay for long after that, conversing with Kaeya for another five minutes or so while you stew in your own flustered chagrin and silently continue to freak out over just how… perfect she is. It’s honestly ridiculous. How is she even human? How are you worthy of even being in her presence?

“Well,” Kaeya says as Lisa disappears back down the street, presumably to return to her place in the office. “That went well.”

You glare at him. “You think?”

“You spoke to her, didn’t you?” He counters, grinning cheekily. “That’s a start.”

You open your mouth to give him a grumpy response, then give up and slump forward on the table again. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” He hums, draining the last of his Wolfhook juice and setting the mug down with a sharp thunk. “Anyway, shouldn’t you be preparing for your performance tonight? You should probably go find your partner.”

“Our friend Kaeya is very right,” calls an all-too-familiar figure from atop a nearby roof. “You’re late.”

If it had been any other occasion, you might have jumped, but right now you’re too emotionally exhausted to do anything but let out a long, tired sigh. Ignoring Kaeya’s evil little cackle, you look up and turn to see Venti grinning down at you. “Bard.”

“Accompanist,” He imitates your monotone address, hopping down from the roof and landing softly on the pavement without so much as a click of his shoes. Flicking out his cape, he sets his hands on his hips and offers you his usual cheeky grin. “What’s got you so gloomy?”

“Nothing,” You reply, standing up and dusting off the front of your clothes. “Let’s go.”

Venti doesn’t move. He raises a single, suspiciously perfectly-shaped eyebrow, cocking his head to the side, then looks to Kaeya, who not-so-subtly mouths something at him. You pretend not to notice his obvious hand gestures in the corner of your eye.

“Ah,” Venti says suddenly, his expression taking on a mock-wise air. “Love troubles once again, I presume. Is our dear [Name] still ailed by a paralysing infatuation with one Miss Lisa?”

Kaeya claps enthusiastically, as if he isn’t the one who basically just told Venti the whole story through poorly-done charades. “Correct! I keep telling them to make a move, you know, but they’re too much of a coward.”

You aim a kick at his shin under the table that he dodges easily. “I’m not a coward! I’m just… gauging the territory.”

“You’ve been ‘gauging the territory’ for months now,” Venti whines, holding his fists in front of his chest and giving you the widest-eye look he can muster. “Come on! The eagle that never dives will never catch its prey, after all!”

“Lisa isn’t prey,” You counter. “And I’m not an eagle.”

“Hopeless is what you are,” comments Kaeya, leaning back in his chair and toying absently with a lock of his hair. “Hmmm, why don’t you write her a song? That’s your strong suit, isn’t it?”

“A song?!” You practically combust right there and then - if you’d been a Pyro Vision holder, you have no doubt that you’d have erupted into a column of flame on the spot. “No way!”

“I think that’s a splendid idea!” Venti exclaims, hopping up and down excitedly on the spot, hat threatening to fly off his head all the while. “You write the lyrics and melody, we compose the instrumental part together, and I’ll sing it for you! We’ll be an absolutely unresistable duo!”

“Easy there,” Kaeya teases, holding up a hand. “Our friend here is the one trying to win Lisa’s affections, after all.”

“Then I’ll be sure to try to direct as much of the spotlight to them as possible,” Venti replies, completely unaffected by Kaeya’s attempt to fluster him. You wish you had his coolheadedness sometimes. “C’mon, [Name], what do you say?”

“I said no!” You holler as he jumps energetically up at you like an over-excited puppy. “No way! There’s no way I’m going to just— broadcast my feelings like that!”

“You won’t be,” Kaeya explains, infuriatingly calm in the face of your explosive embarrassment. “Write the song so that only Lisa would be able to understand the true feelings behind it. It shouldn’t be difficult - you’re the master lyricist, after all.”

“Plus you have me to help as well,” Venti chimes in, holding up a single, proud finger. “The Windborne Bard himself - with me by your side, you can’t possibly fail!”

“Look—” You sink back into your seat and hunch forward, burying your face into your hands. A moment later, you raise your head again to see Venti giving you a concerned look. “I appreciate it, I really do, but… I can’t.”

“Of course you can,” Kaeya says unhelpfully, giving you a hearty slap on the back that is also unhelpful in every way. “You’ve performed all over Teyvat - this would be a small feat in comparison.”

“You aren’t helping, Master Kaeya,” Venti says, not-so-subtly elbowing Kaeya in the side. “We need to be cautious here. Like coaxing a young hatchling to fly the nest… we must take baby steps.”

“No baby steps!” You protest, leaning away as he takes a threatening step closer. “No steps at all!”

“Surely writing a subtle confessional song would be much easier than playing an intricate ballad in front of some of the most influential figures of Liyue?” Kaeya doesn’t show any signs of relenting. “Archons above, [Name], it seems that you’ve channelled all of your courage to entirely the wrong places.”

You drop your head into your hands again and glare at him through the cracks between your fingers. “Kaeya, I’d die for you any day, but for the love of the Archons, please shut up.”

He shrugs and obligingly places his finger over his lips, but you can clearly see him hiding a laugh behind it.

Venti hums, leaning over and giving your shoulder a comforting rub as you sigh miserably into your hands. “Hey, relax. I’m not going to drag you out on stage and force you to confess in song, much as I’m tempted to. If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to.”

You ignore that middle part and choose to focus on Venti’s earnest attempt at consolation. “...thanks.”

“No need to thank me!” He winks playfully and gives your knees a firm pat. “Now come on! Confession or not, we still have a performance to practise for!”

You sigh and smile. “...sure.”

Leaving Kaeya to pay the lunch bill in retaliation for his teasing, you and Venti head off to your usual practice spot in the gardens outside the Cathedral. There’s some debate over who gets to wear the ‘Star of the Show’ Windwheel Aster pin today, but Venti relents quickly and gives you an easy win. You’re pretty sure it’s out of pity for your romantic plight, but you don’t care. The pin looks a lot nicer fastened on the lapel of your coat, anyway - the colour doesn’t match Venti’s cloak at all.

“So what’s the quota for tonight?” Venti asks, giving his lyre an absent-minded strum. “Celestial Destiny on repeat once more, I presume.”

“Shut up,” You groan, flipping open the latches of your instrument case and carefully lifting out your flute. “I’ve just been… lacking inspiration.”

“What you’ve been lacking is emotional fulfilment,” Venti sighs, reaching over and flicking you in the side of the head. “All you do is wander around Mondstadt, practise, and perform. Surely you could compose something flavourful if you had a little more excitement in your life.”

“I have excitement enough just as I am,” You bring your flute to your mouth. “Now shut up and start practising.”

Venti huffs, but begins strumming the opening chords anyway.

The two of you work your way steadily through your usual repertoire for the next hour or so. It goes smoothly as always - you’ve performed these pieces so many times that you could probably play them in your sleep - but you can’t help but feel like something is missing throughout the entire practice. Venti seems to be fully aware of it as well - rather than closing his eyes and swaying along to the music like usual, he just keeps glancing at you when he thinks you aren’t looking, wearing that frown that says ‘I know exactly what’s going on here but I don’t know if I should bring it up’.

Finally, he has enough, abruptly stopping his strumming in the middle of Early Dawn and setting his lyre down on the bench with a huff. “Alright, that’s it!”

You lower your flute and stare at him blankly as he stands and turns to glare at you, hands set firmly on his hips like a scolding parent. “You’re far too dismal! What happened to the Buoyant Balladeer? There’s no breeze in your playing at all!”

“I’m sorry if my heart is too heavy to play as light as the wind,” You retort, setting your flute back in its case. “I’m afraid I’m a little preoccupied.”

Venti looks at you with a furrowed brow as you shut the case with a harsh snap. After a moment, his voice much softer, he asks, “Are you alright?”

You hesitate for a moment. “...yes.”

He raises an eyebrow at you and doesn’t say anything else. After a pause, you groan and concede. “Alright, I’m miserable, so what? Let’s just get on with it.”

“We are most certainly not getting on with it,” He shoots back, turning to face you directly and crossing his arms stubbornly across his chest. “I can’t have my dear [Name] walking around with such a heavy heart. Come on, talk to me. What is it that weighs you down so?”

You stare at him for a long moment. He looks back at you almost unblinkingly, and try as you might to turn away and dismiss him again, there’s something about his wide green eyes that just compels you to tell the truth.

“I’m...afraid.” You say quietly. “It’s such a cliche thing to say, but I’ve really never felt this way before. I don’t… I don’t know how to deal with it.”

Venti smiles reassuringly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. First loves are always scary.”

“I understand that, but…” You bury your face in your hands and groan. “...she’s just so perfect and I’m just so me and it just feels like it’d never work out.”

“Hey, I don’t like that tone!” He scolds lightly, reaching out and flicking you in the cheek. “No talking bad about yourself. Besides, who says it’d never work out? As far as we know, your feelings are mutual.”

“I seriously doubt that,” You sigh, raising your head once again.

Venti raises an eyebrow. “Have you ever asked?”

You’re quiet for another few moments. “...no…”

“Then how do you know what her answer will be?” He asks. “Why assume that it’ll be no?”

You open your mouth to respond, but something suddenly compels you to look over to the town square. Venti goes quiet beside you as you see Lisa, standing beneath the Anemo Archon statue with Razor beside her. She seems to be explaining something to him.

Razor seems to feel your gaze almost as soon as it lands on him and his mentor. His hair bristles, and he abruptly whips around to look at you, but as soon as he sees you, he seems to relax. He lifts a gloved hand to send you a brief wave; you hesitantly return it.

He turns around and tugs on Lisa’s sleeve; she pauses and turns around to follow his pointing finger. You hold your breath as your eyes meet hers.

She raises her hand, and there’s no mistaking it - she’s smiling. An eternity seems to pass within those few seconds of eye contact, and for once your heart isn’t beating in your throat, your breaths aren’t becoming shallow and uneven, you aren’t heating up and boiling over. Instead, you feel a kind of pleasant warmth well up inside you, and you can’t help but beam and wave back.

Lisa looks at you for another moment, smiles once more, then turns around and begins walking away, gently tapping Razor’s shoulder as she goes. He glances back between you and his teacher, then turns around and follows behind her.

A long silence stretches between you and Venti.

You take a deep breath and turn to look at him, and he immediately grins. Somehow, you get the feeling that he knows what you're going to say.

“I need you to help me write a love song.”

#unedited #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin lisa #genshin kaeya #genshin venti #genshin razor #lisa x reader #venti & reader #best friend venti we love to see it #fluff #pining #kaeya & reader #oh also I GOT VENTI Y'ALL #currently trying to build him but i'm losing my mind trying to get good vv artis :')#btw if you haven't try switching the vo language to chinese #venti and kaeya both sound great

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suspiciousbystander · 2 years

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Helping out their depressed loved one - Cypher’s POV

The elevator door opened and I saw you, standing right there with gloomy face. I was gonna step out but my legs wouldn’t move, so I stayed in there.

“first floor?” I tipped my hat to you.

“ah, yes.. please excuse me,”

I wasn’t used to that formality coming from you. You stepped in and just looked down the entire time. Apparently, the floor was more interesting than me. Well, maybe it was a rough day for you.

“so.. how’s your work?” I asked, trying to snap you out.

“...”

But it doesn’t work. It’s fine. It must’ve been a very rough day.

I just stayed there, waiting for you to say something. The door finally opened and you stepped out without saying anything. Maybe you forgot I was there, next to you.

But then again, it’s fine. It must’ve been a very rough day.

I took the stairs back to second floor that day. I went to my workshop and started working. It was supposed to be a quiet day, but you were not okay. That, my love, was very distracting. I almost cut my finger using the wire cutter. Well, that wasn’t fun.

“I can’t make any progress like this..” I sighed.

I put down my tools and sat on the wheelchair. I kicked the floor, moving myself towards the computers. I looked at the monitors, looking for you. I mean, making sure your crush doesn’t get hurt is normal, right?

“alright.. hm.. where are you, my dear?” I clicked through cams, looking for you.

I was stupid, you were on the first floor! That narrowed my search and I kept searching.

“not on the first floor?” I tilted my head in confusion.

RING!

“hello?”

“Cypher?”

“it’s me. What is it, Sage?”

“have you seen y/n? There’s an assessment and she should be here right now. She left her gloves here, though. So she must’ve been here a moment ago,”

“I’ll try looking. I was going down to the first floor with her, that was the last time I saw her,”

“well, you don’t have to trouble yourself finding her. You’re busy, right?”

“I’m alright. I’ll look for her,”

“I’ll leave it to you, then. Honestly, I’m a bit worried about her,”

“why?”

“she’s been staying in her room quite a lot lately. She’d usually go around labs and workshops, bringing refreshments. Or maybe just stay with Neon at the common room. And for the past week, she’s been.. um.. looking down,”

Exactly what I saw a moment ago. She was looking down and her face looked gloomy.

“I’ll find her. Don’t worry about it,” I hung up.

I quickly roamed around the cameras, switching here and there. I finally found her walking up the stairs, to the rooftop.

“found you! Ah you’re taking a breather. That happens to be my favorite place too!” I cheered and stood up.

I went up using the elevator then walked a little bit towards the door leading to rooftop. I walked up the stairs then I finally got there.

What I saw, was actually stopped my heart from beating for a second. You were standing by the railings, looking down.

“y/n!”

I jumped at you. I saw you turned towards me, startled. You might’ve fallen off this tall building if I didn’t manage to catch you. I held you close to me, I couldn’t let go. You might’ve been able to hear my heartbeat but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to keep you close to me.

“tell me, what’s wrong, y/n?” I caressed your hair.

“nothing..”

“you call that nothing? Y/n, I might not look like it, but I care about you. So please, tell me,”

I felt your shoulders trembling. You were afraid, you were stressed out, you were anxious.

“my dear, I’m here. Slow down your breathing. I’m not gonna leave you,”

“no, it’s nothing,”

“I don’t want to leave you alone. After what I saw, you only make me want to hold you even closer so you can't move and do that again,"

You went quiet, maybe thinking wether you should tell me or not. I started caressing your hair gently, hoping that I could somehow calm you down. My mind was all over that horrible scene, I could feel my heart beating faster.

"you should also calm down, Amir.." I whispered that to myself.

What if I wasn't there? What if I was too late? What if you jumped off? What if you fell off? That would be the last time I see you face and I would lose someone I cherish again. I can't let that happen, I don't want-

"..Amir.."

"y-yes?"

"I can't breathe, you're hugging me too tightly.."

"o-oh! I'm sorry.."

I let go, hoping you wouldn't immediately run away for the railings and jump off.

"d-don't go.." I pleaded.

"Cypher.. I'm sorry for what you've just seen-"

Wait, weren't you calling me by my name a moment ago?

"-and that won't happen again. Do you.. have time for me?"

"I'll stay with you, I'll never let you go,"

"thanks.. I.. um.."

"it's alright. Take your time, y/n.. I'm right here.."

You let out a sigh, then smiled at me. It was the saddest smile I've ever seen coming from somebody.

"hey, y/n. Wanna know my little secret?"

"hm?"

"but you gotta let out that little secret of yours,"

You looked a bit startled as if you saw me smile under my mask. Your eyes glistened then you nodded at me.

"sure.."

I nodded back at you. I prepared my heart and took a deep breath. I took off my hat and you tilted your head in confusion.

"here comes nothing.."

I reached the seams near my neck then slid off the mask, taking it off. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth with your hand. I smiled at you, as you were frozen still.

"I'm afraid of heights," I cracked a joke.

"you do? Is that the secret you wanted to-"

I giggled and that stopped you from finishing whatever you were about to say.

"I can hear your voice clearly.. it's lovely.."

Those words coming from you were so warm and it hit right in my heart, carving a very lovely memory in my mind.

"my thanks,"

"so I guess the little secret is this.. gorgeous face you've been hiding.." you took another guess.

"no," I shook my head.

"so?"

"well. Come closer and let me whisper it for you,"

You came closer without hesitation.

"I love you, y/n," I whispered right into your ear.

Again, you froze. I waited for a moment, waiting for your reaction.

"I- um.. I love you too,"

You looked away, trying to hide your blushing face. I cupped your cheeks so you would look at me.

"your turn, tell me, what happened?"

Your face went sad again as you looked down.

"Cypher.. I feel like this world is unfair. I feel like I'm not wanted and I always get hurt for being a kind person. I know I'm not being appreciated but I don't know why I keep trying to help other people and be nice to them.."

"my dear, you're a saint. There's nothing wrong with being nice. World is cruel and I also feel the same. Don't ever say that you're not wanted, I'm here and I will never abandon you,"

"Cypher.."

"just believe that those who hurt you may be punished by what we call 'karma'. There's no need for you to go like that because you're not wrong. Tell me, who did this to you?"

Tears started falling down your cheeks. I wiped them off then pulled you closer to me.

"ssssshh.. it's alright. No need to tell me right away if it hurts you,"

"I'm sorry,"

"you did nothing wrong, y/n. Ssssshh.."

You then started crying in my chest, finally letting it go. I was grateful that you allowed me to be present, that you trust me, that you let me be there in your sensitive state. For that, I will dedicate my time for you.

"it's alright, let it go, my dear.."

"Cypher, thank you.."

"it's Amir for you. You called me by my name. It's just both of us here so you don't have to hesitate to call me by my name. It's a bliss hearing my name coming from you,"

After you calmed down, I took you inside, to my workshop. I locked the door so nobody might disturb both of us. You finally told me the whole story that turned you down like this.

I will find them, and if needed, I will end them. They deserve the pain and I'll be the karma that'll punish them for doing this to you, y/n.

#valorant #cypher valorant #valorant cypher

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remmyswritings · 4 years

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A request for Blaise, Cuddling in a blanket fort, “c’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working” , “come cuddle” , “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror”💛💛

Surprise SIRI!!!! I hope you like it, especially the ending... hehehehe ;)

also the prompts are bolded..

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blanket forts and piles of work//blaise zabini x reader

When you woke up this Saturday to find the weather dark and gloomy, you decided to call it a lazy day and just relax in your flat with your loving boyfriend Blaise. Only now as the day turns to night, you sit in your living room under the blanket fort you had built completely alone. Of course, you thought, Blaise is probably still working. He typically didn’t bring work home, but for once all of his 5th year OWL students decided to complete an extra credit assignment he had given them so he had to grade that on top of the homework from all his other classes.

You walked over to his office, the door slightly ajar, and poked your head inside, “Love, it's getting late. Come cuddle please?”

“I’m almost done with this darling,” Blaise looked up at you to see you in your most comfortable clothes (aka his sweater) with the biggest pout on your face, “c’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

You knew that staying with Blaise as he worked was better than nothing, so you shuffled over to where he was sitting. Blaise then placed his paper and quill down and opened up his arms so as to let you become comfortable. You typically didn’t straddle Blaise but for some reason, you found that position the most comfortable as he continued to work. The comfort that you got just from being in his arms and being able to enjoy his smell made you reminisce on when the two of you first started dating.

Blaise had dragged you down to the Black Lake for the day instead of going to Hogsmeade with everyone else and currently had you hostage in his lap. You didn’t mind though because he always made you feel safe whenever he held you. Only recently, when he would hold you, you would feel butterflies all throughout your stomach. It took a while but with Hermione and Ginny’s help (aka them telling exactly what it was but you denied it completely) you realized it was that you had fallen for your Slytherin friend. Now if only you could figure out if he felt the same way…

Your friends always said that he totally felt the same way, something about how soft and caring he was with you, but he’d always been like that, so you weren’t as sure. Yet, there was something about how he said that he wanted to spend time with you that made you think, “maybe my friends are right.”

You looked over at Blaise only to see his eyes already on you, “What are you thinking, darling?”

“Darling,” you thought, “when did he start calling me that?”

You then realized you hadn’t answered his question, “Nothing that you need to worry yourself about,” you giggled.

“Mmhmm,” Blaise hummed before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, “ok, darling.”

Another 30 minutes passed and the question from earlier still ran through your head. You could tell that Blaise had become a bit distracted as well from the look in his eyes, yet he would still look towards you.

You knew the question would stick until you had the courage to find the answer so before you began to overthink too much you decided to ask, “Blaise, why do you call me darling?”

It seemed as though your question set something off in him, “Does it bother you when I call you that?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t mind. I was just wondering why you call me that?”

“Um-” Blaise began to look flustered, something that you hadn’t seen him look like before. “It’s- well- I think I fancy you.”

“You think?” You looked over at him a bit perplexed.

He shook his head, “No- no that’s not what I meant to say,” his head fell into his hands as he groaned in frustration.

You couldn’t help but feel bad, I mean you’d never seen Blaise act like this before. Before you knew it, your hands had found their way to Blaise’s face and lifted it up so that he was looking at you, “What did you mean to say?” you questioned softly.

Blaise took a deep breath and then covered your hands with his, “I’m in love with you, and I would be so very happy if you would say yes to going out with me.”

“Of course I’d go out with you, you big dolt,” you smiled brightly at Blaise’s declaration. You leaned in closer to him, “I’m in love with you as well.”

It seemed as though your memory had elicited a laugh out of you, only you didn’t realize until Blaise had turned his body to face you, “What’s got you so cheerful?”

“I just happened to remember the day you asked me out,” you blushed slightly.

You felt Blaise’s arms wrap around you, “Really… I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”

“Well how did that go?” you teased him slightly.

He couldn’t help but laugh, “Not as well as I thought it would. But you must admit I’ve gotten better.”

At that, Blaise stood up, still carrying you in his arms as he headed towards the blanket fort you had built earlier. He set you down on the floor and gave you a sweet and loving kiss, “Let me go get changed into something more comfortable darling.”

When he came back down wearing his favorite t-shirt and sweats, you saw how he was flustered- just like he was the day he asked you out. You knew something was up, but honestly, your boyfriend finally stopped working so you didn’t mind that much.

It took him a while, but Blaise finally laid down next to you under the fort, “I’m sorry we couldn’t spend all day like this darling.”

“It’s alright,” you sent him a fond smile, hoping that it would calm his nerves, “I’m just happy you are with me now.”

Blaise grabbed you into his arms and held onto you as if his life depended on it, “Darling?”

You started to run your hands through his curly hair, “Yes, my love?”

“Marry me?” He spoke so softly that you were sure you had heard him wrong until you saw how he looked at you.

“Did you-” happy tears escaped your eyes, “did I hear you correctly?”

Blaise just continued to look at you, his arm moving around slowly until you saw a box appear in front of you.

You practically attacked Blaise in kisses in response, not even giving him a chance to open the box, “yes-” another kiss, “yes-” another, “yes.”

“Just so you know, I also practiced this in the mirror,” Blaise pulled you in for a longer kiss before shifting the both of you slightly so he would have enough space to put the ring on your finger.

“Really,” you giggled, “I didn’t notice.”

#blaise zabini #blaise x reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #herstory writes

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iloveeverythinglieren · 3 years

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I little sneak peak of something I'm working on.

The soft sound of the drizzling rain can be a very relaxing sound. Often times, though, it can be a sleepy one. And the last thing Lie Ren needed right now was to feel drowsy.

The day had been gloomy for the students at Beacon Academy. Dark clouds covered the sky and the slight drizzle of rain from the night before was now a bit more stronger. There was a distant rumble of thunder every now and again that made everything all the more gloomy.

Ren fought back a yawn as he half listened to Professor Port's story about... something. He had honestly lost track. Ren felt his eyelids begin to close, despite his best efforts. It was only thanks to a soft thud that made his eyes snap open and he sat up a bit straighter.

Looking to his left, Ren felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. It seemed the rest of Team JNPR were having trouble staying awake as well.

Nora was face first on the desk, snoring softly onto her open notebook. Pyrrha sat beside her, the red haired champion rubbing at her eyes in an attempt to stay awake. At her other side was Jaune, his head propped up on his hand and was trying his best not to nod off. But the sharp, subtle jerks of his head proved that he was doing a poor job.

Ren didn't even realize that he was staring at his teammates until the final bell rang. The cheers that could usually be heard after the final class of the day was reduced to loud yawns and heavy footsteps as the students began to leave. Ren sighed inwardly. All he wanted was for it to be the weekend already so he can sleep longer. Unfortunately, it was only Thursday, and the news report stated that the rain wouldn't stop until Sunday.

Shaking the bit of drowsiness from his mind, Ren collected his belongings and followed his team out of the classroom. Despite being asleep just a few moments ago, Nora was skipping in front of her team while humming a random tune.

"Finally! I thought classes would never finish!" The ginger haired girl said. She turned around to look at her friends, skillfully walking backwards without bumping into anyone. "So what do you guys wanna do? Watch a movie? Play video games?"

"How about we go to our dorms and sleep," Jaune suggested with another stifled yawn. "All this rain is making me sleepy."

Nora gasped at those words, a grin slowly pulling at her face. Ren dreaded what was coming next.

"That's it!" The shortest member of team JNPR exclaimed. She stopped in her tracks, making the rest of JNPR to stop as well, giving her weary looks. Pointing a finger at her team, Nora almost squealed, "We should totally play in the rain!"

A moment of silence passed as the other three members of JNPR processed what their shorter friend had just suggested. Well... more like 'demanded'.

"Wait, whoa, what?" Jaune sputtered. He stared at the grinning face of Nora and asked, "You want to play in the rain?"

"Yeah! Ren and I did it all the time when we were kids." Nora proudly said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "That's also how I found my Semblance."

"We didn't have a choice, and you were struck by lightning." Ren deadpanned.

Nora gave him a slight glare, but before she could say anything, Pyrrha cut her off. "I don't think now would be a good time to play in the rain, Nora. We still have classes tomorrow."

"Yeah, we could catch a cold." Janue agreed, although, he did want to play in the rain as well. "And a cold is the last thing I want to get in this weather."

Nora pouted but didn't push it as the team continued to make their way back to the dorms. Ren still kept alert, knowing Nora will try something.

And he was right.

The moment they stepped out into the open, Nora jumped on Jaune's back. The blonde yelped in surprise, letting go of his umbrella as his arms swung wildly. He wasn't able to balance himself, though, sending both him and Nora onto the muddy ground.

Ren sighed as Jaune playfully scolded Nora about getting his uniform muddy, with said ginger laughing loudly on the ground beside the blonde. Pyrrha stood next to Ren, trying to hide her own giggles.

Just as Nora and Jaune began to splash each other by jumping on puddles, Pyrrha decided to intervene. The redhead suggesting that they go back to their dorms before the two catch a cold.

Ren saw the grin that was shared between his two teammates, and he made to warn Pyrrha. He was too late, however, when Nora suddenly kicked her foot in Pyrrha's direction, splashing the red haired champion.

Pyrrha gave a surprised gasp as she let go of her own umbrella and raised her arms in front of her. Jaune let out a laugh as he watched his partner stare at her now wet clothes, Nora giggling next to him.

After a few more moments of shock, Pyrrha found herself laughing and splashing alongside her two teammates.

Ren stood a safe distance away, a small smile on his face as he watched the rest of his team chase each other in the rain. He would've scolded them, but he figured his friends needed this after having a gloomy day.

This is the first time I'm actually writing a RWBY fanfic. I hope the characters aren't OOC cuz I don't really have a grasp on how they really act in cannon. Maybe this is why I stick to writing AU's.

#rwby #jnpr #lie ren #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #fanfic #rwby fanfic

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euphoniumpets · 4 years

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The red princess | The weeping monk x reader

Summary: The castle. Their skilled warrior. The king who once fell in love with a woman that only turned into a tragic love story. His curiousity won over him and ran way with the woman who he loved. But maybe the history was repeating all over again and maybe Father carden was right about her?

Authors Note: Here it is the last part of the mini series. Be prepared for some sad heartbreak shit and bring out tissues because you guys won’t be ready. ALSO, SO SORRY THAT THIS SUCKED HONESTLY.

Song recomendation: Done for me - Punch

Tag list: @purerepelsdirt @parabatai-winchester @herstory-study @lancelotapricot

‘‘How could you do this?’‘ Nimue exclaimed him angirly.

Was all lancelot could feel was numbness. The girl he had fallen in love with broke his heart. and he haven’t felt heartbreak until now.

‘‘Nimue, it wasn’t his fault, we didn’t know,’‘ Arthur spoke gently when he saw the state on his friend’s face. Lancelot sighed in frusteration as he placed his hands above his eyes.

‘‘Well, he should’ve known,’‘ She told him as her expression changed into a soft one when she looked towards Lancelot. ‘‘We all should’ve known,’‘ she mumbled before she dissappeared as the words echoed inside his mind.

A bright light blinded on your eyes which made you blink several times to adjust your eyes from the sun. With a small bright smile formed onto your lips you left out a sigh before you turned around onto the soft bed.

you saw Lancelot’s sleeping figure in front of you. You had never been so happy when you met Lancelot. He was the light in your eyes.

It has gone some several weeks ever since you had arrived to the camp. It felt uneasy because people were staring at you and whispered things. They didn’t trust you because you were the red princess.

Lancelot knew how it made you uncomfortable and he always tried to assure you that they will warm around you soon enough when they could trust you.

Nimue was also suspicious about you. She still kept her eyes on you and Pym would always assure her that she could trust you. You liked Pym. She was a nice girl and she was the one who would be around you. The two of you formed a friendship bond.

‘‘Good morning, love,’‘ He replied when he noticed that you were in your thoughts. You snapped your eyes as you met with his. ‘‘Good morning,’‘ You said softly as a small yawn approached. He chuckled as he snuggled closer to you as he kissed on your temple.

‘‘Are you ready to go on the market with Nimue and Pym?’‘ He asked. You widened your eyes when you remembered. Pym had asked both of you and Nimue to follow Pym to the market today. Mainly because she want that her best friend and you trust each other.

‘‘No, I’m sure that she will hate me,’‘ You mumbled sadly. He frowned as he looked up from his gaze as he ran his fingers through you hair. ‘‘She doesn’t hate you, it’s just...’‘ He trailed off.

‘‘She have a hard time trusting people after what she had been through,’‘ He explained. Your gaze softened as you let out a sigh. ‘‘Just give her a chance,’‘ He replied. ‘‘Alright, I will give her a chance if she give me the same,’‘

‘‘Well, let’s get started, shall we?’‘ Pym asked you and Nimue as she looked between you with a smile. You glanced towards Nimue with a nervous expression as she did the same. You nodded as she grabbed both of your wrists as she dragged you and Nimue around the stands.

It was fulled with people that day so it was busier than normal. You watched as Pym exclaimed over the little things she saw around her. The beautiful dresses, the flowers, the food etc. You shook your head with fondness over the red-haired girl as you thought that she was just adorable.

However, after a few minutes, Pym had disappeared into the crowd, leaving you and Nimue in an awkward silence.

‘‘So... how are thing between you and Lancelot?’‘ She asked you with an awkward voice.

‘‘Good, what about you?’‘

‘‘Good,’‘ She replied as you let out a sadly sigh. You knew that she was still suspicious over you. ‘‘Nimue, y/n! look what I found!’‘ You heard Pym’s voice calling after your names in the crowd. The two of you gazed over the crowd as you saw the small female waving her hand.

‘‘Well, we should go, let’s see what she is excited over this time,’‘ Nimue retorted as a chuckle left from yoru lips. Nimue walked before you and as you were about to follow after her, you saw an unknown red hooded figure staring at you.

With suspicious eyes, the figure mentioned you to follow after it.

‘‘Well, well, who have we here? isn’t it my betrayed daughter?’‘ father carden sneered as he took of his hoodie. Turning around with fearful eyes, your expression changed. ‘‘father,’‘ you spoke with a soft voice.

‘‘I see you left with Lancelot, changing side to the awful species on the earth,’‘

‘‘They’re not awful, they’re just different,’‘ A scoff left from his lips as he walked closer to you.

‘‘Have you not forgot what happened to your mother?’‘ He spoke angirly. ‘‘What they did to her?’‘ He spat. You changed your expression into a sad one. You did remember what had happened, even though when you were a small child.

‘‘We didn’t saw it,’‘

‘‘But we knew that they had done it,’‘ He replied.

‘‘I thought that you one day will have your revenge on the fey kind, have you just give up the dream that you always wanted?’‘

‘‘My dream has changed, I want to spend my life with the man I love,’‘ You growled.

‘‘He will lie to you, my child, they always lies,’‘

‘‘So, what will it be?’‘

‘‘Hey, where were you?’‘ You heard Pym’s voice as she and Nimue approached you from the bread market. ‘‘Oh, I was just lost and the people were pushing me back so that I couldn’t reach you, figured that I waited on the same spot,’‘ You lied to them. Pym and Nimue glanced towards you as you gulped when you noticed the look on Nimue.

‘‘Okay, it’s getting late, we should get back,’‘ She replied as you all nodded.

The first thing was when you reached the camp was all you could hear screams. Not the screams of joy but the screams of horror. It left a strange feeling inside of you and the feeling was different. You didn’t feel guilty after what you had done.

‘‘No!’‘ Nimue shouted when she saw the red paladins killing her people. Nimue and Pym ran towards them as she tried to help them and finding lancelot and Arthur.

‘‘Arthur!’‘ Nimue replied when she saw him fighting against a red paladin, as well as Lancelot.

‘‘What is happening?’‘

‘‘They found us,’‘Lancelot spoke.

‘‘How?’‘

‘‘I don’t know,’‘

‘‘Well, I know,’‘ Nimue told him with hatred in her eyes before her eyes fell on you. The four of them looked at you as they watched you while a smirk appeared on your face.

Not a long moment after, father carden had them all tied up and lined up. ‘’Brothers, today is the day where we win this war,’’ He replied as he looked at Nimue, Arthur, Pym, and Lancelot with hatred.

‘‘This is the day, where we take what belonged to us!’‘ He roared as everybody cheered. Lancelot looked up from the ground as he watched your figure next towards your father. He didn’t understand why you could have done it.

He saw everything crash down because everything hurt inside of him. And he hated to feel weak. ‘’But I want to thank my beautiful daughter, y/n,’’ He replied as he watched you with fondness.

Everyone clapped except for the fey’s who were looking at you with hatred. ‘’You know what to do, let’s go, my child,’’ He replied as he placed his hand on your shoulder and started to lead towards the carrige.

Before you could approach it, Lancelot rose from his feet as he tried to grip your arm which, made the soldiers point his sword on him. You turned around when you saw his angry look.

‘‘Lower them down,’‘ You replied as you watched the soldiers hesitated for a minute before they lowered the sword down. ‘‘Why?’‘ He asked heartbroken. He could see that your gaze changed into a soft one before it turned back into darkness.

‘’You don’t know what they did to my family,’’ You told him. Lancelot looked at you, and after a long silence, he needed to know. ‘’But was this all true? our love?’’

You looked at him with a gloomy expression. You didn’t know what to answer. Before you could reply, father carden gripped your arm and dragged away as Lancelot watched the love of his life disappear.

#the weeping monk x reader #cursed #nimue #pym #percival #arthur

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Ineffable Holiday 2020 - “A Wonderful Christmas Timey-Wimey” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Crowley isn't feeling the holidays this year, which Aziraphale thinks is par for the course, what with him being a demon and all. With only a few days left until Christmas, Crowley runs into a girl who may change that for him.

A girl who mistakes him for The Tenth Doctor. (1945 words)

Notes: Written for the Ineffable Holiday 2020 prompt 'shopping'.

Read on AO3.

“Must you pick out every present for the toy appeal yourself?” Crowley asks, rearranging items on the shelf, replacing a few of the more popular toys with jars of pickled fish, tins of olives, and tubes of fungal foot cream. "This is so dull!"

"It would be less dull if you helped instead of complained."

"Mrr ... ngk ... urgh ..."

"You'd be brightening someone else's day," Aziraphale says to persuade him.

"Not really my department," Crowley replies. "You could always do what other shops do and put a donation bin inside your door.”

“Inside my door?” Aziraphale utters a disgusted noise. “You expect me to invite people into my shop on purpose!?”

“It would be for the good of mankind,” Crowley teases. "Well, child-kind, more accurately."

“I am not going to dignify that heinous suggestion with a remark,” Aziraphale mutters, walking to the opposite side of his trolley to escape his husband’s asinine ideas.

"I still don't see why you need to do this yourself. I don't think braving a crowd of the entitled to buy useless junk for kids is going to earn you brownie points with Heaven."

“Buying presents is fun, Crowley, no matter who they're for! It gets me into the holiday spirit!”

“Not me. I’m not feeling Christmas this year.”

Aziraphale looks up and considers his gloomy husband. He'd thought this mopey affectation was simply per the norm. He didn't realize his husband was honestly feeling blue. “Have you felt the Christmas spirit any other year?”

Crowley shrugs. “Once or twice. It’s become such a vulgar holiday, hasn’t it? The commercialization, the greed, the false charity - such a far cry from the days when generous humans would leave presents anonymously on the steps of their needy neighbors. Nowadays, with social media, everything’s such a show. Look what I gave! Look who I helped! Look how compassionate I am!” Crowley grimaces. “Despicable.”

“I would imagine, as a demon, you would take pride in the change,” Aziraphale says icily.

“’m not that kind of demon, angel.”

“You’ve got a few days yet. Maybe you’ll come across something that will fill you with Christmas joy.”

“Doubt it.” Crowley goes back to the ruination of the shelves, snarling when his husband manages to set things to rights behind his back. He's preparing to remove the word not from the boxes marked batteries not included when he gets the distinct feeling that someone is stalking them. He stands straight and peeks down the aisle, eyes darting left and right behind his glasses so as not to be too obvious. Once he confirms his suspicions, he comes up behind Aziraphale and whispers, “Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?”

“All the time,” Aziraphale says nonchalantly. “Because we are. The Almighty sees all, remember?”

Crowley rolls his eyes. What a frickin’ angel thing to say? “We’re not alone.”

“Exactly! Didn’t you hear what I just …?”

Crowley steps in front of his husband, grabs Aziraphale’s head, and tilts it to the side. Aziraphale’s gaze follows. From around the end of the aisle, Aziraphale spots a pair of stunning green eyes, set in a face surrounded by a blonde bob, disappear into the doll aisle.

“What the …? Oh, dear …”

"Wot? Wot's wrong?"

Aziraphale chuckles. "It looks like we have company.”

Crowley turns to see a woman headed their way, spurred on by a girl pushing her in their direction. The woman waves sheepishly. “Hello. I am so sorry to bother you.”

Aziraphale smiles. “It’s quite alright. Is there something we can do for you?”

“Kind of.” The woman glances sternly behind her when the girl gives her a shove. “My name is Sheila. This …” She jabs a thumb over her shoulder at the child they have yet to see completely “… is my little sister Freya.”

“Hello, Freya.” Aziraphale tries to maneuver around Sheila’s body to get a good look at the girl. He catches a glimpse, but Freya moves too quickly out of view for Aziraphale to get more than that. But from what he can see, she isn’t paying attention to him.

She’s focused on Crowley.

“She’s shy,” Sheila says. “But she asked me to come talk to you because she thinks …” Aziraphale hears the girl whisper, something only her sister can understand, and Sheila sighs. “I’m so very sorry, but she thinks that you …” She gestures to Crowley “… are … The Doctor.”

Crowley’s eyes go wide. “Doctor?” he repeats, confounded since, in all his long years on this planet, to his recollection, no one has ever mistaken him for a doctor. An undertaker, definitely. A forensic investigator, once or twice. A rockstar and, on occasion, an actor. But not a doctor.

With a sudden spark, it hits him.

Not a doctor.

The Doctor.

“Wait - Doctor. You mean like … Doctor Who, The Doctor?”

Freya giggles. Sheila’s cheeks turn pink. “The Tenth Doctor specifically, yeah. Again, I’m really sorry about this, but, uh …” Aziraphale reaches into his pocket and produces a handkerchief when Sheila chokes up “… our mum's just passed, and our dad's underway. He’s not going to be home in time for the holidays." She sniffles. "I'm afraid we've been suffering from a severe lack of cheer lately.”

“So it seems,” Aziraphale says sympathetically.

“And I thought that maybe if you didn’t mind … I mean, I know you don’t know us from Adam, but …”

While Sheila talks to Aziraphale, Crowley gets down on one knee to get a better look at Freya. She’s the most erratically dressed child he’s ever seen. But kids can get away with that, can’t they? She’s wearing oversized trousers, a floor-length coat, a shirt with a rainbow across the front, braces …

Oh, gee, he thinks. She’s dressed like The Thirteenth Doctor.

Freya sneaks a peek, lower lip sucked so far between her teeth, he can see every freckle on her chin.

He smiles and gives her a wink.

“Figured me out, did ya?”

Both Aziraphale and Sheila go silent when they hear Freya gasp.

“It is you!” Freya says, eyes so wide they start to compete with every other feature on her face. “My sis said it probably wasn’t you, but I knew it was! I just knew it!”

“It’s me,” Crowley says, not entirely sure where he goes from here. “But you can’t tell anyone you saw me, okay?”

“Oh, don’t worry …” Freya motions zipping her lips together “… I won’t say anything to anyone! I promise!” She leans forward and whispers, “Where’s your TARDIS? I didn’t notice a police box outside.”

“And she looks,” Sheila says. “She really looks. Every time we leave the house.”

“Oh, uh, you know what? I got it fixed,” he says, quickly culling from one of the few pieces of Doctor Who trivia he knows. “The chameleon circuit? It's good as new.”

“It is?” Freya’s eyes light up as if she's hearing the most important news of her young life.

“It looks just like a regular old car now.”

“Really?”

“Yup. A big black car.”

“Wicked!”

Aziraphale doesn’t hear everything Crowley says to Freya, but that doesn’t concern him. Crowley has always been aces at dealing with children. And as Freya’s eyes become wider and her smile spreads, Aziraphale can’t help smiling himself. Crowley is a demon with a vivid imagination, and he’s using it to weave this girl a tale of wondrous, supernatural antics, which includes traveling through time with a man he calls his companion (whom Aziraphale realizes, with a flick of Freya’s eyes upward, is supposed to be him) as they attempt to save Christmas from …

“The Weeping Angels?” Freya looks about her, a mixture of anxiety and excitement turning her cheeks red. “I read that comic! About how you and Thirteen went up against them to save Earth! Are they back?”

“No. Even worse."

Freya's mouth forms a tiny 'o'. "The Master?”

"Yes." Crowley echos her gravitas to make it appear he understands the dangers of being pursued by such a villain. "Hence my disguise, which you saw through brilliantly. Well done!"

“Oh, I could tell it was a disguise from a mile away!” she proclaims with the modesty of a child who has gotten one over on the adults.

“How?”

“The hair! You’re ginger! But, between you and me, I’d tone it down.”

“You would?” Crowley says in a way that makes Aziraphale snicker, falling somewhere between engaging and offended.

“Oh, yes!” she says. “It’s a bit on the bright side. It’s a dead giveaway that it's fake.”

Crowley nods, fighting to keep his cool. It would do him no good to start bickering with a child over whether or not a fictional character should wear their hair his color. “Noted.”

Sheila watches Crowley interact with her sister, sees her smile for the first time in weeks.

Sheds a tear when Freya tells Crowley that he is, without a doubt, her favorite Doctor, and that when she sees him on the telly or reads about him in the comics, it makes her feel less sad and alone.

“Okay, Freya,” Sheila says, wiping her eyes with the cuff of her shirt. “I think it’s time for us to let these gentlemen get back to their business.”

“She means the mission,” Freya corrects for her.

“That’s right,” Crowley says. “But you know what? We’ll bump into each other again. Another time.”

“Yes,” Freya says in awe. “We will. Another time.”

Sheila takes her sister’s hand, but the girl breaks free and throws herself into Crowley’s arms, squeezing him tight. “Thank you, Doctor!”

It takes Crowley a second, but he wraps his arms around Freya’s thin body and squeezes back. “You’re welcome.”

“Come on, Freya,” Sheila says in a wobbly voice. “Let's go home.”

“Goodbye, Doctor! Goodbye, Doctor's Companion!”

"Goodbye, Miss Freya," Aziraphale says, amused to be relegated to the title of Doctor's Companion. His name must not be necessary, he muses, since she never asked it.

Freya takes her sister’s hand and pulls her from the aisle, telling her all the things Crowley had said about his and Aziraphale’s mission to save Christmas.

Crowley watches Freya and Sheila round the corner, the girl pausing a moment to give them one final wave before she skips out of sight.

But Crowley doesn’t look away.

He stares thoughtfully after her, doesn’t snap out of it until Aziraphale puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you all right, my dear?”

“Yeah. Yes. Of course,” Crowley says, slowly falling back to Earth.

"Shall we get going, too?"

"No," Crowley says in a distant voice. His eyes travel from the end of the aisle to Aziraphale's hand on his shoulder, down to the trolley half full of toys. With a hiccup, he picks up where they left off before Sheila and Freya stopped by, and Crowley became The Doctor. "No! You're nowhere near done! Wot? Were you only planning on helping five kids? Pfft!" Crowley clears his throat. "Would you mind if I, uh, picked out a few things, too? For the appeal?"

Aziraphale looks at him strangely. "You want to shop for toys?"

"You’ve only chosen the boring ones! The educational slop! No kid is gonna want half this stuff! I think that, maybe, you don’t have the knack.”

Aziraphale crosses his arms over his chest. “I don't have the knack?”

“Yes.”

“For buying toys?”

“Again, yes.”

Aziraphale grins. “Are you asking to help me brighten someone else's day?”

Crowley's cheeks go pale. “No! Maybe. Don’t look at me like that. You’re just buying toys. It’s not astrophysics. Look, turn down the halo, or I’m going home!”

#Ineffable Holiday 2020 #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens fanfiction #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley

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