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House of Feanor | A Maia Reader is Interested in Them (Pre-Darkening)

Request: Hey Mina! If you’re ok with it, could you write your headcanons for the house of Feanor having a Maiar interested in them romantically? Pre or Post darkening is fine, whichever is most interesting to you. I know canonically it’s basically unheard of for a Maia to marry an Elf but I think about it frequently because the Ainur fascinate me 💀 - Anon

A/N: I wanted to do post-darkening, but then I realised how angsty I would have made that, so I bailed, plus I was in the mood for fluff. Enjoy!!

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Feanor

Feanor being the ever so passionate and intriguing figure is more interested in you than you are in him. Furthermore, it wasn’t shocking for him when he discovered that a Maia was interested in him.

He’s literally spending all his time in Aule’s forges, what else to expect? His presence would have you hooked from the very start. The charm, the charisma, his voice, features, everything about him.

The only thing you and he would clash on numerous occasions for, is your love and appreciation towards the Valar, considering them beings who can do no wrong, and his pride and impulsiveness.

Apart from that, you and Feanor spend hours engaging in deep, philosophical discussions about the nature of the world and the secrets of creation. You would even extend your knowledge in creating towards his crafting.

The one thing you would constantly have to put up with (just like Nerdanel) is his fiery temper and hatred towards the rest of his family and Indis. You will forever have to temper his harshness and vocalisation, but also prepare yourself for being shown off and rubbed in his brothers’ faces.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Maedhros

When the both of you are together, walking about and basking in the joys of each other’s presence, no one can tell the difference between who is elf and Maia. You both appear as two Maiar due to the ethereal beauty and grace you exert.

He does find solace in your calm and serene presence, given his elder brother’s duties being too much at times and dwelling in a noisy household. With you, he is able to drop his guard and be himself without the need to be on edge.

Most of the time, you spend moments getting to know each other better and explore the realms of emotion and touch since it may be uncommon for you. Maedhros finds joy in teach you how to hold hands or fingers and express your elation, the same way you teach him.

At the same time, you would offer him knowledge, support, and guidance on taking the role of being a leader and role model to his younger brothers. Though, it would take a copious amount of time before you ever get introduced to his family.

He finds your ethereal and otherworldly presence not worth being among his family yet, wants to be a bit selfish and have you to himself for the great part of learning you. Plus, he knows it will be a huge talk around Valinor and his father would talk everyone’s ear off.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Maglor

It would only be fair that you and Maglor became interested in one another due to your common love for the arts, your poetry or storytelling and the music. The perfect duo, matchmade in heaven Valinor.

You have been interested in hearing his voice up close and in person which triggered a plethora of emotions, urging you to pursue the minstrel. And now, you both spend your time singing tales and writing stories in your free time, teaching him how to incorporate more magic into his songs.

Being around him means being his inspiration in his art and encouraging him to express his deepest emotions. His household has never known peace since the day you met him and became a frequent visitor.

Maglor holds a deep respect for you as his muse and person of interest, though, he can be partially nervous around you because of your differences and the breath-taking voice you emit which surpasses him. You got a little grumbly Maglor sulking in a corner.

At the same time, he is proud to call you his and dies on the inside with you call him yours. Due to your interactions with him, you are quickly able to navigate emotional and physical intimacy with him, smoothly transitioning into your relationship.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Celegorm

He’s loud and hollering that a Maia is interested in him. “Like have you not seen me? I’m the hottest thing since the light of the two trees. Of course they’d fall for someone with irresistible charm like me.”

Seriously, Tyelko is smug at the realisation that he managed to not only be an apprentice of a Vala and have a Maia as an animal companion, but also managed to impress one to have them like him.

It’s hard for him to shut up about how ecstatic he is about you liking him and wanting to be with him. Most of the time you and Tyelko would be alone, which means Huan would also depart, so he can impress you with his charm and knowledge while he takes you on hunts.

This doesn’t mean that he’s going ignore the fact that you are more intelligent than him. Tyelko will drink up every word that pours from your lips like sweet nectar. He will value all the lessons you give him and all the magic you teach him.

At the same time, be prepared to hear him complain about you and Huan always spending time together and ignoring him because he forgets that Huan and you are similar.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Caranthir

Initially, he is aloof before he slowly opens up to your patient and understands the nature of wanting to get to know him better. Moryo is stunned that you managed to notice him among the crowd of six other brothers, thus it makes him more appreciative.

With his desire for peace and tranquillity, he would easily find himself in your presence more often than he expected as time graduates. It’s quite an adorable sight to witness you and Moryo navigating with expressing your emotions.

He is grateful your for peaceful presence being about stability due to his love for quiet support. Most of your time spent will be away from his home and more among nature where he can observe you in your element, likewise the same with him.

With his love for fabrics, he would love when you show your interest by accompanying him to shop or gathering unique patterned clothes for him to work with, even expressing an interest to learn.

The most you would have to deal with are his quick outbursts when displeasure kicks in. As a Maia, you would have seen the Valar distraught before, but witnessing it with someone you were interested in brought new waves of emotions. At least you were gentle to guide him to relief.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Curufin

You’re probably a Maia of crafts or one that surrounds the elements of this world capable of being moulding into tangible objects. Hence your fascination with Curufin the moment you laid eyes on him.

Like his father, he too is fascinated by the nature of you and your knowledge of lore and craft, seeing a potential ally in his pursuits. Your presence would be of great assistance when it comes to offering insights that would enhance his skills.

Many occasions you two can be found working together on projects as you continue to learn more about each other. And you would come to realise that when engrossed in his craft, you can barely squeeze a response out of him.

He too, has his cold temperament that you would come face to face with on numerous occasions, as well as his ruthless ambitions, which would require you to guide him towards a more balanced goal.

One thing to note is his pride when it comes towards your interest in him; he takes it seriously and prays that what you two have develops into something more. It’s not often he opens up to people, so you coming along like the sunshine in his life is something he would cherish, silently.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Amrod and Amras

Let’s say you’re a Maia of adventure, one whose spirit is wild and yearns for tales of far-off places. Amrod and Amras are going to love your presence more than ever, each tailing behind you with eyes and hearts yearning for more.

Together, you and Amrod or Amras would embark on adventures across Valinor into the deep woods and over the mountains, under the hills and around the river bends, telling tales as you go, and teaching them magic tricks (which makes their pranks all the more daring).

Whichever of the twins you are dating, you still get the opportunity to teach them about independence and being their individual, helping them find their identity and take a stand against those who only view them as the same.

There will be lots of fun and playful moments shared between the two of you, while they teach you how to be mischievous so you can play pranks on your fellow Maiar when you return to your sanctuary.

All your time spent around Amrod or Amras will be filled with experiences and endless days of learning new forms of fun. Your relationship will be as though you are two peas in a pod.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Celebrimbor

Like his father and grandfather (because let’s pretend that another Maia wasn’t also interested in him) Tyelpe would be profoundly grateful to learn that a Maia was interested in him and his craftsmanship, wanting to teach and learn alongside him.

You both would spend hours and even days locked up in the forge tinkering to create new majestic pieces of art (please don’t go making the Silmarils 2.0 or the rings, enough people died for those). Plus, you would have the opportunity to bless the objects.

He is deeply grateful that such a divine entity like you would find great interest in him and is willing to openly spend time with him, apart from crafting, to get to know him better. He probably died and was reborn in that moment.

You will be a massive foundation in his life, driving him to pursues his passions and dreams, providing support and respect. Though, as much as you’re a rock in his life, he would probably hide you from his father, wanting to silently be with you.

During those moment, your vast knowledge would be shared and generously absorbed like a sponge because Tyelpe isn’t missing the free opportunity to learn about the world before and around him.

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foreverisntenough · 2 months

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series contains fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! THE FINAL CHAPTER 🥺 Start reading ‘Ours’ the sequel of this fic! It will chronical what happens in Trent and Y/N’s lives after this part!

INDEX

Chapter 30 - ‘You’re Mine’

The sun bathed your room in morning light. You yawned and opened your eyes slowly pulling Trent’s pillow over for you to hug. It was early but you had a plan to run to the shops before he got home. You felt absolutely exhausted yet again despite copious amounts of sleep so you hopped in the shower to help yourself wake up. Even just picking up products made your arms ache. Your limbs barely moved so you ended the shower with 30 seconds of cold water. Jesus, did that wake you up. You stared at yourself naked in the mirror before wrapping yourself in a towel. As you looked at your slender frame you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to change. How much would change? You tucked the towel moving on from your introspective questions and washed your face. You started your skincare moving slow through serums and onto a moisturizer, product after product. It felt good to take a moment to take care of yourself. You felt like you had to look good today so this was a good start. Trent probably preferred you with no makeup but makeup made you feel more confident so you did some, applying blush, mascara, all the things that made you feel just the best version of yourself. You moisturized your whole body before spraying a Le Labo perfume you had been loving recently and made your way to the walk in wardrobe. You didn’t know what to wear though so you made a mess pulling everything out, trying to figure it out. You combed through piles of clothes and rack more it felt endless but you were getting tired again. You landed on a light pink sweat set. It wasn’t exactly groundbreaking but it was cute.You didn’t want to be in real clothes and you didn’t really want to be anything close to sexy so this worked. You meticulously cleaned your closet back up, putting each item exactly where it belonged. You grabbed a pair of Louis Vuitton sneakers to throw on before you left the house but needed to pick up the bedroom a little before you headed downstairs. Once you did you slipped on your sneakers and grabbed your car keys to exit out through the garage. You jumped into one of the big blacked out cars in there and made your way into town. To get started on your long list of errands to do to prepare for Trent’s arrival you began at a stationary store then off to the bakery, and into a few more shops. The more things you pulled together the more excited you got. For the first time since you found out you actually were excited to tell him. Although, you wanted to keep the way you told him simple. That was your vibe, calm, easy, so you grabbed a little something you were planning to place the pregnancy test in and some cardstock for a note. You went and got food to eat in hopes for after he took the news well and you snuck off to some more luxury stores for something fun you’d give him a little later but that would be a surprise all depending on what his response was. It felt like your car was full by the time you were heading back home. Trent let you know he was coming home around noon so around 11:30 your anxiety really began to hit. You felt like you were shaking as you held a pen over the nice piece of cardstock you got. You wrote a simple note and left it on the kitchen island for him to find when he came in.

‘Come upstairs, daddy xx’

It was humorous and ultimately would be cute once he found out why you said that. In retrospect, the word was really what kickstarted the whole conversation about the possibility of a baby. It was around 12:15 when you finally heard the front door open. You heard his bags drop by the front door the way that drove you crazy but you pushed it aside for the moment unable to focus on anything but listening to his footsteps deducing where he was in the house. Your heart began to race, your mind shifting into overdrive.

“Babyyy?!” Trent called out loud from downstairs but you didn’t respond. You let him find his way. He eventually went to the kitchen and saw the note. He knew you were home, your car was there, you said you would be so he picked up the card you had left and smirked. In Trent’s mind this was a cheeky welcome home. He read the card as an invitation to go upstairs to have some incredible sex after he had been gone. A sort of congratulations he scored a great goal. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d done something like this but boy was he wrong. He didn’t even click that the word ‘daddy’ wasn’t even remotely there sexually. He jogged up the stairs eagerly chuckling to himself excited for what was going to happen. His mind was jumping around trying to imagine what you’d be wearing, what he’d ideally want you to be wearing. He felt greedy like a little kid in a candy store imagining all the different bits of lingerie you’d worn over the years. He pulled himself together a little bit trying to act cool and suave before he opened the door. God, he hoped it was that pink one but his hunger was dulled. Everything slowed as he looked into your bedroom. The room was warmly lit, all the lights on, it was clean and organized, cream and white colors that made the space comfy and homey, the bed was made perfectly and to further his confusion there he saw you sat crossed legged on the boucle bench at the end of your bed. You had stayed in your light pink sweats and the soft light almost managed to illuminate you. You picked your head up and thought your heart could fall out of your chest. You gave him a soft but very nervous smile. You couldn’t shake your anxiety but there was a part of you that also couldn’t help but feel a little excited seeing him. Just him being back home was enough to make you giddy but this was a new emotion you didn’t know and it was overwhelming you. You stared up at him trying to fight back tears you could feel building. You almost forgot how beautiful he was, you could only dream your baby looked just like him. That face started to make you nervous about what it would fall to because you were about to change his life. Contrary to what he thought, Trent wasn’t even disappointed you weren’t in some lingerie on the bed to be honest. You looked absolutely ethereal sitting there. His angel. Your one hand hiding a little white box behind your back, the other anxiously pulling at the bottom of some strands of hair. “What’s going on…” he hesitantly asked, stepping into the room. You gestured your head to the side signaling for him to come over to you and so he did. Albeit, incredibly slowly. He stood in front of you looking down. You remained quiet. You thought if you spoke you’d start crying immediately so in an effort to not do that you pulled the box from behind you and handed it up to him. He took it and inspected the blankness of it and then looked back at you inquisitively with a smile. He held the sturdy but small white box wrapped with a white ribbon having no idea what was inside of it.

“Go on…” you managed to quiver out in a whisper. At that moment, you were pretty sure the world stopped turning. He pulled the ribbon untying the bow, holding onto it while he lifted the lid off agonizingly unhurried. You felt your leg start to bounce with nerves awaiting his reaction. You watched his face intently for any sign of emotion. His mouth was agape a little, his eyes batted trying to make sure he was actually seeing what he thought he was. He looked into the box completely unexpressive. Inside the little white box laid a comforting bed of thin white and metallic shredded paper with the positive pregnancy test resting a top of it. In slow motion you watched the box fall from his now shaking hands onto the floor. The neat and carefully filled box now scattered on your carpet.

“Are you serious?” He said sternly with no emotion on his face. You thought you might pass out starting to think he didn’t want this anymore now that it was real but you nodded anyway telling him that this was in fact happening. This was very real.

“There are two more positive ones in there.” You pointed to the bathroom sheepishly. Trent dropped to the floor falling into a crouching position. He squatted leaning back on his heels. With his head in his hands you could hear him start to sniffle and his breath start to deepen. “T… I.. I’m” you tried to talk but honestly you were petrified and had no clue what to say. Should you apologize? But before you could come up with something he picked his head up to look at you. His eyes all wet, he gave you the sappiest closed mouth smile that almost had the look of a pout to it.

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N… Y/N” He whined with the deepest set puppy dog eyes that broke your heart. You could see tears roll down his face, he got on his knees and crawled over to you wrapping his arms around your waist dropping his head into your lap. “Sorry, Jesus” he laughed a little, shaking his head, nuzzling into you. “I just didn’t… oh my god, baby… is this for real?” He whimpered out kissing your covered stomach. You were taking his physical actions as a positive but had to know for sure, his words weren’t exactly concretely assured.

“You wanted this right? Like me pregnant? Like we are having a baby” You cooed, giggling a little. It was the first time you had said that. ‘We are having a baby.’ You felt a few tears roll down your own cheeks as you stroked your hand over his hair comforting him as he clung to you.

“You have no idea baby.” He muffled into your sweatshirt top before raising it some. He beamed looking at you. He kissed the warm bare skin of your stomach. “Holy shit, I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.” He continued kissing you. “This is fucking insane.”

“Yeah?” You kept giggling. He pulled off your stomach and looked into your eyes. He held your hands and squeezed them tightly .

“C’mere” he whispered. You watched his perfect lips you were praying your baby inherited from him move closer to you. His lips pressed into yours. They were warm and soft. Warmth blossomed in your chest. Your lips brushed over one anothers. The smell of him, the smell of home was dizzying. You leaned further into the kiss as his lips felt somehow even impossibly softer than before against your own. You both started laughing in delirium though having to pull away. You let go of his hands and cupped his cheeks holding his face some distance from yours to really look at him. His big brown eyes had fallen into deep pools. You wiped your thumbs underneath them, wiping away the tears that had fallen. He looked at you like no one else in the world existed. Trent stared into your eyes and felt that no one else existed in the world, in fact you were his entire world and he was most definitely yours.

“Gonna take care of you forever. This is unreal. We’re having a baby. Jesus, You're perfect, beautiful.” Trent just kept yapping away stunned and so you let him ramble on and on as his hands caressed all over your body. He picked you up and sat you up on the edge of the bed before he came and crawled over you. You laid back with a big childish smile. He looked down at your face and exposed stomach and his heart faltered. His hands pressed into the mattress next to you letting his arms prop him up over you. He dropped his head to come in for another kiss. And another kiss. His lips feeling absolutely addicting. You started to makeout and his body pressed down onto yours. He didn’t know when he got so hard but you weren’t going to call him out. Things started to heat up but he got nervous. “Can I do this?” He said pulling away from you a little sliding his hands under your sweatshirt over your stomach and up towards your boobs. You nodded with a little giggle. “I promise I’ll be so gentle with you, baby.” He whispered. You could only laugh.

“T... it’s okay, we can.” You looked at him ferociously innocently. He never felt more in love with you. He almost felt lightheaded. He was so happy with the news and then now the fact that you were carrying his child, god, he was so turned on.

“Okay… still gonna be gentle with you though. Precious cargo, no?” You both giggled before you pulled him down to you. The space between you vanished. He pressed his lips to yours. His one hand cupped your cheek, gently as promised. He moved you up the bed and sat back taking his shirt off. Your eyes gazed over every inch of him. He was heavenly looking. His body was just drool worthy but you snapped out of your lust when you caught the soft smile on his face looking down at you.

“Help, baby.” You cooed cutely pulling at your top. You sat up some and he helped you take the sweatshirt and your shirt with it off over your head. You laid back and lifted your hips up some for him to then pull your joggers off. He left you in your bra and panties, which okay, this morning you made a conscious effort to pick a particular good set that you knew he liked. Trent couldn’t help his eyes from racking over you greedily. He couldn’t even count the amount of times he had seen your naked body. It was infinite but this felt like the very first time. It was nothing like the time years ago in New York though, this was different, this was love in its very purest form. He absolutely worshiped your body. It did so much for him before, his brain was confused how you possibly were able to do more I.e. carry his child now but also how it was physically possible for him to be any more attracted to you, and yet here he was. His pupils dilated looking down at you. He pulled his sweats off leaving you with the perfect view of his hardened cock’s bulge in his boxers. Both of your heart rates speeding up. He got on top of you again as you began to kiss more and more, hotter and heavier. He dragged his fingers over your body while he moved away from your kiss to come whisper in your ear. His hands gently slipped into your panties and in no time he was slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you purposely rubbing his palm against your clit rhythmically.

“Oh god T… Trent fuck, baby. T…” You moaned trying to push yourself up into him for more friction, for him to go deeper.

“Keep saying my name, baby. Such a good girl f’me, gonna make you feel so good like you deserve.” His warm breath hit your ear sending a shiver down your spine. And, boy, was he determined to make you feel good. He kissed down from your ear all the way down to your core. He pulled your soaked panties off as he continued with his fingers. His name still falling from your mouth. He worked quickly and buried his face into your wet pussy. His tongue toyed with your clit as his fingers diligently worked in and out of you. You were a mess. You couldn’t think straight but it was all so smooth, so caring, so soft, so intentional. It definitely was intentional, he knew exactly what he was doing when you felt the tight knot in your stomach snap pulsating around his fingers. “Did so good.” He muttered into your pussy. The vibration causing you to flinch at the overstimulation. He pulled his face covered in your slick away kissing the inside of your thighs letting you come down for a moment. It wasn’t long before he was fucking into you nice and slow. He filled you up and you felt every single inch of him sliding in and out of you.

“Baby… I’m so full. Oh my god. I love your cock so much.” You moaned beautifully and he smirked. Your words were starting to almost slur from the amount of pleasure you were in as his hand reached down to rub small circles on your already sensitive clit. Your pussy dripping onto the sheets below you as he continued to carefully roll his hips up into you. Trent affectionately yapped away, continuing to spill out how much he loved you, how good you were doing, how beautiful you were all falling from his lips nonstop as he enjoyed the feeling of you. “I want you to fuck me like this forever.” You babled back words muffled by moans and kisses. Your hands came and gripped onto his muscular arms. Your hands pressed back into the pillows feeling fuzzy, blanking out everything but the feeling of him inside you. “I’m gonna cum, T” you cried out “I’m so close.” You felt the know in your stomach tighten again. Your breathing getting heavier. You moved your hands up to his face pulling him into a passionate kiss and then letting your manicured fingers gripping onto his hair, enough to make him whisper at the sensation.

“Cum for me, baby” he cooed between kisses as his hard cock pulsating inside of you. “I love you so much, baby. Keep fucking me. Doing so good.” Your sweet moaning of his name pushed him closer and closer to his own edge. “You sound so pretty, baby” Trent smiled down at your face. You looked up at him mouth agape, watery eyes and were taken aback by how beautiful he looked above you. God, he really was perfect. He kissed you again. The drag of his cock in and out of you made you each for anything to hold on to. Switching between the sheets, his hair, then to his muscular back. His hand found its way to your tits. he caressed it, playing with your nipple while fucking you.

“Ah T… you feel so good. Too much.” You whined feeling him pressed deeper and deeper inside of you. Slow and languid you said it but you didn't want him to stop at all. He knew that too.

“You’re doing so good. Such a good girl” he praised, starting to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure from your pussy. He was close now. To be fair, he had been close to cumming since he ate you out. Watching you orgasm with his tongue on your clit was just the perfect sight. “Cum with me, baby, yeah?” His movements were getting sloppy compared to the perfect pace he had kept at as his abs tensed. His lips parted in deep breaths as his eyes rolled back.White hot pleasure flashed behind your eyes and Trent’s lips pushed against yours as he fucked you through your high. His hips finally stuttered and he paused letting him cum fill you, making sure every drop of him was inside of you, where it belonged. He quickly resumed pushing his hips into you though with a groan of your name. His cock twitched inside you, spent. It was intoxicating, everything was, the way your arms were wrapped tight around his shoulders. Pulling him close, running soothingly along his skin as he collapsed onto you with a final, fucked-out thrust. He traced his fingers lazily along your side, neither of you having enough strength to bother moving. All is quiet in your little haven, and you could almost fall asleep. You laid stuck to each other's bodies for ages. Trent’s hands continuing to slowly caress your body as you cuddled up to him. Your head rested onto his shoulder. He looked down at you and smiled.

“How did you get so perfect, hmm?” He cooed with his hand coming to rest over your stomach. You giggled and looked back at him. His smile made your heart beat a little faster than it already was. “Just so pretty all the time, it’s insane.” He kept talking while he squeezed your waist. “Going to be the most beautiful mummy.”

“Stop…T” You feigned embarrassment. “Well, you can say goodbye to all this now I guess though.” You drudged out waving your hand over your naked body pressed into his. It kind of stung thinking about how much your body was about to change. You had a lot of issues with your image from the jump so to imagine things changing and potentially getting worse than they were now freaked you out.

“Baby, baby, baby… don’t do that. This is so fucking amazing. You’re going to be beautiful before, during, and after, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He cooed again, dropping his hand sliding down to palm your ass. “Trust me, if anything you’re only about to get even sexier.” He squeezed your ass cheek saying that.

“Yeah, yeah you say that now.” You groaned. “You’re just excited for when my tits inevitably get bigger.”

“I’m not just saying it! I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little excited for that, you're right….But baby, it’s not about all that. It’s the fact that you’re beautiful for carrying our child, you know how insane that is?” You nuzzled your face into his body hiding feeling a little shy. You laid there while he ranted on and on about how beautiful you were and you listened patiently until he asked you a question. “So what do we do now?” He started to chuckle anxiously thinking about what was next.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been pregnant before.” You joked equally as nervous.

“Same.” He cooed with a straight face. You couldn’t not laugh looking at him. He always managed to be unintentionally funny and simultaneously very cute in serious moments.

“Okay, well seeing that neither of us have been.” You kept giggling and poked at him. “I made an appointment for tomorrow but if you can’t make it, I…” Trent cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“I can. Baby, I am here for this whole thing. I will be there. I will never not be there. This is the most important thing to me, you are the most important thing to me… this baby is the most important thing to me.” His face kind of dropped saying his last sentence. It was all becoming very real.

“Oh my god like this is mad…” you looked up at him with a scared expression on your face..

“I’m here for you. You’re mine, right baby? Gonna take such good care of you both.” He cooed and your heart shattered at how sweet he was. It was unbelievable you were about to start a family.

“Yeah.. I know” you sheepishly retorted. He held up his pinky towards you and your heart skipped a beat. He was so fucking cute. “Oh so you really mean it, huh?” You teased him.

“Absolutely. You’re mine forever.” You locked your finger around his and he used the moment to pull your arm and subsequently your body to fall into his into a sweet kiss.

“Do anything for you, beautiful.” You pursed your lips and hummed thinking of all the things he already did for you. What more could you possibly want

“Can you hold me closer, T.” You cooed, batting your eyes at him.

“Yeah, he laughed. “I got you.”

The next day you woke up to a large Trent cuddled up so closely on top of you, you could barely breathe and you liked it this way. You had an inkling this was the way this would go. He was going to be so attached to you the second he found out you were pregnant. You slid up to sit against the headboard. He hummed as you moved, clinging to your stomach tighter, pressing sleepy kisses against your bare skin.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be parents… I feel like I’m 18 most days.” You spoke into the quiet room stroking over his hair guiding your hand down to his back to scratch it gently. He purred feeling your nails. He turned his head on your stomach to look up at you. The feeling of his stubble rubbing and tickling you.

“I guess we gotta grow up.” He cooed with a smile.

“Maybe.. we’ll still be cool parents though right, T?” You giggled as your other hand came to pinch at his cheek.

“Yeah, baby. The coolest. Just adding a new baby best friend to the fam, that's all.” He cooed imagining the two of you, the dogs and the new little baby.

“That’s really cute, T.” You pouted thinking about how adorable the sentiment was. The fact that you were really going to have this baby was sinking in moment by moment. He hummed acknowledging you but returning to his task of kissing your stomach.

Your appointment at the OBGYN was later that afternoon so you and Trent got dressed and were ready to head out. He held your hand walking to your cars but looked at you confused when you let go and walked to the drivers side of yours instead of the passengers side of his.

“You can’t drive…” he looked at you and you started to genuinely laugh.

“What? Why?” Shocked, you asked muddied in a laugh. His face didn’t move. “T… I am pregnant, not like unwell.” You tried to reason with him. He just stepped towards you, slipping his hands around your waist. He tucked his head into the nape of your neck, pressing his lips to you.

“Baby… I need you to be safe, can you just come with me? I want to take care of you.” He whispered. He puckered out his bottom lip, giving you his devastating puppy dog eyes. He was committed to convincing you and it almost worked but you were not caving this time. You held your ground against their allure.

“You always take care of me. I am safe. Also, T, be realistic, we can’t be seen driving together going there right now. I want this to be our moment. Hmm?” you cooed. Your hand came to caress his cheek trying to assure him you were okay but also remind him that your pregnancy getting out to any news source or the general public getting wind would be a nightmare and would destroy any opportunity to have privacy for the next 9 months. He finally agreed and you made your way there.

“You’re only about 6 weeks along.” The nurse spoke softly, looking between you and Trent. “If you and your husband want, we can go ahead and schedule the follow up when you’re at 12 weeks. By then we should be able to find out the gender as well.”

“He’s not my husband.” You patted Trent’s thigh.Your words kind of stung him so he placed his much bigger hand over yours pinning it down. Prompting him to lean over and whisper in your ear.

“Not yet, baby.” He cheekily said and it raised goosebumps all over you. Eventually, you looked back to the nurse and so did he. You could see Trent’s brow furrow a little in your peripheral. He was trying to do the math. “Right so she’ll be 12 weeks that’s…” he paused thinking.

“3 months, baby.” You giggled teasing him squeezing your hand above his knee.

“When is it usually most safe to tell people?” Trent asked inquisitively. This was going to be like everything else, he was going to need to know absolutely everything he could. It was incredibly cute and it was incredibly Trent.

“The fetus is typically fully formed after 12 weeks, that tends to be when people feel comfortable but it is up to your personal preference, your discretion what you’d want to do.” The nurse cooed back.

“So in a month and a half, T.” You giggled again looking at his face continue to struggle.

“I’ll get there, I’m gonna like read or I don’t know, will figure it all out.” He babbled nervously. You smiled sweetly at him squeezing your hand again to reassure him just happy he was with you. He didn’t need to be nervous or do any more. He was doing great. He was amazing already. You left the offices and you clung to Trent in the car park. You swayed back and forth in his arms pressing little kisses to his lips. This was scary and new but at least you had him. You finally said your goodbyes; he went to training and you went home. He went the whole day beaming. Everyone at AXA was so confused by his outwardly cheery disposition but he couldn’t not smile anymore now that he knew he was going to have a baby with you. Later that night, Trent came home when you were in the kitchen beginning to make dinner.

“Nah, nah, nah, I was going to make dinner for you, baby.” Trent's voice almost made you jump. You turned around to see him coming down the hallway holding a big bouquet of pink flowers. You rolled your lip at him and ran over to him giving him a tight hug, abandoning the boiling pot of water on the stove. He wrapped you in his arms and kept you there, even as you cooked. When you were finally done cooking you sat with Trent on the couch eating bowls of pasta sitting unnecessarily close. Your legs draped over his lap. His one hand rubbing up your back.

“I think we should keep this relatively quiet for a little, don’t you? I want to make sure the baby is healthy and I want to share some of this time with just you until we let everyone else know.” You babled stabbing your fork mindlessly into some noodles.

“I understand, agree with you, beautiful. I just want you and the baby healthy so we’ll take it slow. Will keep you two close with me. Make sure everything is okay” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, squeezing your side. The plan to keep it quiet was great except for the fact that you had to continue on with everyday life carrying a massive secret. It was only mere days later when you had to face the task head on. You sat anxiously at an away game down in London next to Dianne and Tyler. They couldn’t possibly have known but you felt like they somehow did know. It was stressing you out the whole game. You didn’t hide much from his family so this felt wrong. As the final whistle blew you milled about and mingled until Trent was able to come out and meet you after. He beelined directly through a group of people to you, wasting no time with niceties to anyone else in the room. He grabbed you by the waist and his thumbs stroked over your stomach in a coy effort to be subtle. He smiled silently and you couldn’t control the way your heart lurched. You’d think over time his charm would lose its effect or wear down but somehow it only seemed to grow. Him being so sweet about the pregnancy was making it continue that way at a rapid pace.

“We’re so proud of you, daddy.” You cheekily whispered, pulling him into a tight hug. You draped your arms over his shoulders. Trent's heart faltered hearing your words. The word ‘daddy’ had carried way too much weight in your relationship lately. Hell, it got you to this very point but it was a little fun to throw it around now.

“This is the best secret I’ve ever had to keep.” He cooed equally as quiet into your ear. “Love you both so much.” You only giggled in return, beginning to quickly look around the room to make sure no one had heard either of you.

After the game, you all went out to dinner in London. You stood waiting at the bar for your table. Everyone ordered drinks. When the bartender came to Trent, he ordered his quick off the cuff before he turned and looked at you for what you wanted. You gave him a knowing look. He raised his eyebrows at you realizing you couldn’t drink. He leaned over the bar and he spoke quietly to the bartender. He returned and handed you a club soda with a lime. Clever, no one would know it wasn’t your usual tequila soda if they didn’t ask. You smiled cheekily and threw him a wink. You started to talk to Tyler as Trent was talking with his mum. His eyes glued to you. You unintentionally turned your back to him continuing your conversation stirring the little straw around in your soda. Trent watched you over his mum's shoulder. Dianne laughed as she tried to hold his attention. He loved how close you were with his family, how you integrated so quickly. He loved how you were with Tyler and Marcel. It was so important to him that you cared about what he cared about.

“She makes you happy, huh, Trenty?” Dianne cooed watching his gaze soften fixed on you. He shifted in his stance not responding to her. The smile on his face was telling her the answer. He moved around his mum slow squeezing her arm to not totally disregard her and started on his way over to you. You felt his hand come from behind and push your hair off your shoulder. You shuttered under his touch. The feeling of his fingers glide over your neck sending a shiver down your spine. You tilted your head to one side to try to look back at him knowing it was Trent. You watched Trent’s lips turn upwards. His eyebrows rising in smug satisfaction at the hearts that filled your eyes. You turned back with a cheeky grin into him. He pulled you to him and leaned into your ear. He started whispering all sorts of filthy things to you. You shut your eyes and licked over your lips. You pulled away looking at him. You weren’t drinking but you were certainly drunk on love, completely smitten and certain he was the man of your dreams.

"Behave yourself” you giggled, slapping at his chest praying no one could’ve overheard him. Tyler ignored you two immediately the second Trent’s hands were on you resorting to return to Dianne. You sat at dinner bashful and happy. It was such a happy couple of days. It was stressful to have to hide this secret but in general, you and Trent were so happy about the win but ultimately the baby. He was already so touchy with you to begin with but the pregnancy was bringing the affection to a new level. You let him have his way, keeping his hands on you the entire meal. You didn’t mind. You liked it. It made you feel safe. Trent was so protective of you. He kept you close to him instinctively but now, he held you closer with a watchful eye on your stomach. It made you melt and gradually over the night, really horny. When you got home personal space wasn't a thing for you anymore. You hugged his arm, squeezing his bicep, walking back into your house. You were all over Trent. Batting your eyelashes up to him, pressing your boobs against his side as you made your way to the living room.

“You’re not subtle…” he laughed as you tried to convince him to fuck you. You didn’t have to do much, in fact you really didn’t have to do anything at all.

“What do you mean, T?” You giggled feigning innocence climbing on top of him as he sat down on your living room couch. Your boobs subsequently teasingly pressed in his face.

“Alright, I’ll bite, baby.” He laughed. His hands started to caress your body and then swiftly to massage your tits. “You’re very convincing.” He teased you but you just gave him a ‘come on’ look because you knew you were. “Did you know you’re very very hot?” He cooed with a cheeky grin. You sat down on his lap and poorly attempted to reign in the horniness that was washing over you. “Like so fucking sexy.” His words didn’t help that effort. His hands kneading your tits brushing his thumbs over your hardening nipples. The more his hands were on you, the more you thought about your body, the way it was aching for him, and then suddenly, rapidly, you felt yourself tense.

“Hey… you okay?” Trent’s hands slowed in you. You felt emotion rush to your eyes. All at once, your feelings of fear about your body about to change massively came over you. One of the things Trent loved about you was your body and it was about to be gone.

“I’m just scared.” You sugarcoated your emotions for him. His hands fell from your boobs and ghosted down your sides before they settled onto your hips.

“C’mere please” he pulled at you and engulfed you in his arms. “Does it make you feel any better if I tell you I’m scared too?” He said muffled into your neck. His hands rubbed up and down your back comforting you when you least felt it. His honesty did make you feel better.

“Really?” You sheepishly asked. He laughed, pulling you off him to really look at your face. He stared into your eyes. You could feel your heart thumping in your chest.

“Baby… this is massive but you know what else?” He cooed, bringing his hand to caress your cheek. You shook your head softly giving him a ‘no.’ “We have each other in this. We’re doing it together. Hmm? You have me forever, sweet girl. I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke, brushing his thumb over your skin. Your heart warmed. He managed to settle your fears for the moment. He was so reassuring that he would never leave you. You could see it in his eyes, you could feel it under his touch. You cuddled into him. He held you close.

“I love you, T.” You gently spoke, squeezing him a little before resting your head on his chest. You stayed there for a while. The feeling of his heart beat started to lull you to sleep. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open, to stay awake and in the moment but his loving hold making it incredibly difficult. He pressed a kiss into your hair.

"Go to sleep, baby. I’m gonna be right here forever.” He whispered and you nuzzled further into him. The feeling of being in his arms putting you ever at ease. The vibrations of his voice only pushing you closer to falling asleep. Finally your eyes falling closed. When you woke up the next day you were neatly tucked upstairs in your bed. He always took such good care of you, you never had to ask for anything. You shifted your body only to find that you were alone in the big bed. Your legs moving under the covers some before they bumped into something on the bed.

“T…?” You sleepily whispered out. Rubbing your hands over your eyes. You tried to clear your blurry vision to see where he could’ve been. To no avail, your eyes fixed on the foot of the bed seeing what you presumed to be a gift from Trent.

“Oh you’re up! Morning, pretty girl.” Trent muttered out in a hushed tone, his voice cutting into the room as he rushed over to you. He sat on the edge of the bed and handed you a cup of tea. You raised your eyebrows surprised with a tired smile. You scooted up the bed to lean against the headboard.

“Wow… good morning to you. What’s all this, baby?” You chuckled. You reached out and rubbed your hand up and down the arm he had outstretched on the bed to rest on. He shuffled on the bed though to come sit next to you. He grabbed four boxes and pulled them into his lap. He wrapped his free arm around you, smushing a kiss to your cheek. He pulled you a little closer to him before plopping the first box over on your lap. It was an ambiguously wrapped box so you gave him a curious look.

“One for you.” He cooed and you giggled.

“What’s this for?” You asked pausing before opening the gift: he shot a stern glare back at you so you continued on. You peeled off the paper and saw a familiar orange box you knew well. You opened it slow. It was a pair of Hermes Finesse diamond earrings. You bopped your head back and forth with a big cheesy smile on your face staring at them.

“So pretty, T.” Grabbing his face for a quick peck. You placed the box down onto your comforter after inspecting them for a little while. He plopped the next box in your lap. You rolled your eyes at his childish rough nature so early.

“One for the baby…” he said softly rubbing his hand over your stomach. It was a much larger box than the last. You opened it slow again to find another orange box. You smiled lifting the lid to see an adorable Hermes teddy bear. You pouted your lips at him. You felt like you were gonna cry before he plopped the next one on you, stopping your flooding emotions. “Keep moving along, baby. Have more to open.” He laughed, waving his hand to continue. “For you.”

“You know the baby seems to be getting bigger presents than me, is that how things are going to be?” You teased squeezing his arm. It was his turn to roll his eyes at you. You opened a third orange box. You unlatched a jewelry box to see three stackable rings.

“One for each person in our family now.” He looked into your eyes. You melted thinking of him picking out something so thoughtful. You slid them on and held up your hand to look at the three rings wrapped around your slender finger.

“I love them… I love you.” You collapsed your head onto his shoulder wrapping your arms around his waist.

“You like them, baby?” He spoke before pressing a kiss into your hair. You nodded as he slid the last box over to you. You peeled the paper again slowly to reveal the final orange box. “One more for them” you opened the lid taking your time and your heart slowed. You felt the room close in. You stared down at a cashmere Avalon blanket. You took it out of the box to get a closer look at the detailed lettering embroidered ‘Baby Alexander-Arnold’ That was the tipping point for you. The tears started pouring out. “Oh. C’mon shhh.” Trent pulled you into him. He squeezed you so tight.

“I love you.” You sniffled out. He hummed. You stayed like that for a while. “Wait, wait, actually I got you something too! I didn’t know when to give them to you but now seems good.” You scrambled out of bed messily. Trent laughed at your sleepy body moving without the grace you usually carried.

“Baby, didn’t have to get me anything.” He said as you ran into the wardrobe hearing his voice fade getting further from him. You came out with three bags giddily and jumped on the bed playfully. You took his hands in yours after placing the bags in between you. He gave you a disapproving look for buying him anything.

“Just open it! Please!” You begged childishly pulling on his arm. You shoved one bag over closer to him. He reluctantly grabbed one bag. “Hold on! This one first!” You swapped the bags and he shook his head. He ruffled through the bag and pulled out a baby Liverpool kit.

“Nah… honestly.” He held up the top and turned it around to see ‘daddy’ written across the back with a 66. He looked at you with a sappy smile. Trent felt like this was the first time he really felt like a dad, like this was not only just a baby but his kid. You pecked his lips unannounced. You couldn’t look at the tiny jersey the put getting excited. The idea of bringing your baby to their daddy play was a dream and you knew Trent felt the same. You pushed the next bag at him. He fumbled through the bag again and pulled out a pretty chic, in your opinion, black Prada baby bag. “It’s actually really good.” He laughed unexpectedly, pretty impressed with it. You felt a little relieved he wasn't freaked out by the baby-centric gifts. You picked up the final bag and placed it in his lap. He pulled out a matte all black Prada football. His eyes widened and a big grin pulled across his face.

“Cool dad, no?” You giggled as he threw the designer football up and down. You stopped him when you pulled his face to yours with his cheeks in your hands. His laugh breaking out mid kiss halting it.

“Massively. Thank you, baby.” He cooed muddied in giggles, pressing a kiss to your lips. You hummed. You sat in your bed surrounded by spontaneous baby gifts. You stroked your hand over his high cheekbones. There was nowhere else you should’ve been. This is where you belonged; with your Trent; and that’s just what he was… yours. Trent’s words cut off your moment of reverie. “Not just for these. Thank you for giving me our child.” He spoke softly, rubbing his hands up your sides.

“Ours” you whispered sealed with a kiss.

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Thank you for reading! Please like, comment, or message what you thought of the chapter / series … 🤍 This was so fun to write and I really hope you enjoyed it.

Go read the first chapter of the sequel series ‘Ours’ xx

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Pairing: Jordan Li x GN!/ENBY! Reader Word Count: 2.3k Synopsis: This upcoming Valentine’s day is the perfect time to ask your crush out– unless you were Jordan who had no clue where to begin because their crush. Warnings: Not Canon Compliant, Fluff and Mush, Crushes, Lack of Communication, Valentine’s Day, Dialogue Heavy (chatty cathy college kids) A/N: I wrote this last minute and severe needing sleep but I have been desperate to write about them.

The second bell rang and Jordan was quick to get up out of their seat and out the door. Their mind weighed heavily on them, as they trudged through the halls; using their smaller frame to navigate through the busy halls with ease. Fingers fiddling with the volume controls of their music, they rolled their eyes at all the grotesque pink, white and red streamers along with the copious amounts of paper hearts. Valentine’s Day had of course, taken up every free real estate on campus and they could not escape it no matter wherever they looked.

It had sucked, not because they hated the holiday; hell, they usually got the best treats around this time. What bothered them wasn’t unfortunately going to change any time soon and so this Valentine’s was again going to be another bust. Jordan stopped in front of a water fountain to refill their bottle, they caught a familiar set of leather gloves.

“So, have you confessed your undying love for them yet?” Cate questioned, leaning in as she whispered the last part.

“First of all, it was just going to be a date first,” they sighed; rolling their eyes at their friend’s familiar know it all smile.

“And then tell them you’ve spent the last four years pining over them endlessly?”

“Cate.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited for you. You deserve to have a nice time with the person you’ve been crushing on since freshman year..” she spoke sincerely, which made Jordan tense up. It still felt weird to have people genuinely rooting for them and not backhandedly attacking the parts of themselves they held so dear. They shake away the feeling focusing back on their friends words before looking at their feet.

“You did ask them out, right? Jordan?” Cate inquired, moving closer to

“Jordan?” they couldn’t ignore their name for a second time and looked back to her furrorwed brows.

“I froze, okay!” Jordan sighed, dropping their shoulder before slugging off down the hall.

“Jordan!” they heard the call from behind them and knew it was going to be a long talk. Each click of her boots getting closer filled them with a little sense of dread as they mentally prepared themselves for a time of questioning.

“I was getting there, about to ask them but then I got freaked out and changed the conversation,” they huffed, turning to look at Cate while still keeping a steady walking pace.

“What did you do with your gifts?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair to smooth it out.

“Stuffed them back into my backpack when they weren't looking at me.”

“Oh, you are so hopeless,” she made a sad puppy face and Jordan rolled their eyes.

“I am aware but you don’t have to say it aloud,” they pinched the bridge of their noses, and shook their head.

“I feel like I do because you’re siking yourself out.”

“How could I be psyching myself out, when I’m not even sure if they’re interested in my like that.”

“You two talk well enough already? What’s the difference if you do it during a date?” she pressed, and Jordan was thankfully that the hall they were walking down had no other students walking through it.

“Maybe the fact we barely talk face to face outside of class and class projects? Or the fact I am not even sure they like me? Or if they do, do they have a preference? There’s a lot of things that could go wrong, Cate!” they bellowed, gritting their teeth a small bit as they tried not to switch themselves to their male form.

“True, but that’s just dating in general! It can be a little tricky.”

“But it’s 10 times worst if I fuck up,” they threw their arms into the air, dropping them sadly as they stopped walking. It was silent for a moment, which they hated because like coming off as an callous dick; nor did they really want to be stuck in their own thoughts at this current moment. As they slow their breathing, a hand comes to their shoulder and they catch the apologetic look from Cate.

“I know it seems really scary but that’s just how love works. It’s also not like your going into this completely estranged and unknowing,” she reassured, clapping her hands together.

“Elaborate,” they mumbled, kicking their feet out as they walked slowly. The two of them were bond to be late for their next class but it ceased to matter at this point.

“The two of you have been talking since you both got here, and have genuine conversations with one another. Also don’t the two of you text?” she asked; totalling the amount they communicated on her fingers.

“Mhm.”

“See! You two are definitely in different circles but you both still manage to keep up with each other.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean munch. I’m not seeing how this helps me ask them out?”

“Ugh you can be quiet the bore sometimes,” Cate poked their side which made them jerk and they give her a glare. “Well since you want me to give you the cliffnotes I will; there is a good chance, possibly slim, that they also like you,” a smug grin crosses their face, as Jordan’s mouth drops in disbelief.

“Now you’re just making shit up,” they concluded, trying to shake the feeling of their heart pounding in their chest.

“I’m being serious! No one would keep up that well with someone who’s just a classmate. No student ever is that dedicated to working outside of class on school projects with people they don’t know? Neither of you would have been chatting for this long if it didn’t mean there was something there,” she explained, her words making the hopefully gears in their brain turn with ferocity.

Cate was at least onto something because they didn’t keep up with half of the other classmates that they also chatted with. If that was really true, did you still like them now? Why hadn’t you said anything before? They don’t get much time to ponder their thoughts before Cate wants to interrupt them again.

“Listen to me–”

“Hey, Jordan,” a voice called, a voice they had already been dying to hear since yesterday afternoon. They turned around, eyes lighting up at the sight of you walking over to them; their frame growing in a few sizes as you reached them.

“Oh hey,” the blonde turned, stealthy nudging them; an unnoticed jab about how quickly they shifted.

“Hi Cate,” you greeted, as kind as ever even though the two of you barely spoke. Your eyes go back to them and Jordan nearly wants to crawl in a hole as a part of them felt bad for talking about you.

“Are you still free after your classes today?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was hoping we could maybe finish the rest of Mr. Pittman’s science work, if that’s cool with you?” you added, pulling your bag closer to you as he grinned.

“Mr. Pittman? I thought that wasn’t due till next Friday?” Cate questioned.

“It isn’t but I like to get a head a bit to clear up some of my schedule.”

“Fair enough,” she smiled, and you nodded back.

“So?”

“Yeah, I’m all yours,” Jordan agreed quickly, and just as faast they regretted that word choice. They barely see your eye twitch but your usual happy look doesn’t fade.

“Awesome, I’ll swing by you dorm once I’m off work.,” you confirm before starting your way off back in the direction you came. “Bye Jordan, bye Cate!”

“Bye,” the two said in unison, waving until you had rounded the corner across campus.

“I’m all yours?” Cate’s teasing voice turned back on, along with another poke in the side to which they huffed out.

“Shut up.”

“You are so down bad,” she chuckled, pulling her hair up into a bun.

“I know, shut up.”

“Look you now have the perfect opportunity to ask them out; today is now or never.”

“Ugh, I’m going to class!” they cursed, heading away as the bell rang again.

It was by a thread, Jordan resisted tearing up their entire closet to find a more suitable outfit for tonight. It didn’t need to be anything fancy but something that would be appealing; and so they settled on a plain black sweater with plaid pants.They flutter between forms unsure of how to present until they on their male form. They paced around their dorm for a moment, trying to not let their nerves get the best of them when there was a knock on the door.

“Hi.” they greeted and you smiled.

“Hi.” You stepped into the door as you always do, with ease as you had already been here a million times before. They notice the little extra package you carry, something you didn’t usually have but he couldn’t place from where.

“Is your fridge clear?”

“Mhm, there’s only a few cans of beer in there; been meaning to restock,” they answered, moving over to open it for you. As they watched you set everything down, they caught how neat the bought was designed, clearly something that was pretty pricey. “What’s that?”

“Oh, a cake! Was thinking I could use something sweet for today,” you grin to yourself as you slide it in carefully.

“Ah right, Valentine’s Day.”

‘Really Jordan?’ they wanted to curse themselves out into all oblivion, but they held it all back with the bite of their tongue.

“You can have a piece if you’d like; but preferably when we’re all finished up with our work,” you put your hand on your shoulder. Jordan shivers and drops their head, not wanting you to see their elated grin.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin the sweets with science homework,” they chuckle, causing you own pretty chuckle.

“No we wouldn’t.”

Studying usually came with a bit of ease to them, as most of the time they didn’t have a hard time focusing on what task was put in front of them. This time however felt impossible as Cate’s words were floating in their head.

“Is something wrong?” you chimed, not quite looking away from what your doing but you do glance up at them

“Hmm?”

“You keep looking over, do you need something?”

“Um, well,,, actually maybe I do,” they run their fingers through their hair; looking away toward the door.

“Oh? What did you need to ask me?” you inquired, giving them your full attention as you set your journal aside.

“Would you like, to maybe go out tonight?” their eyes race over your face, watching for any and every little expression. “As in like a date,” they conclude, awkwardly but at this point there was no other way this would come out. They had done this proposal a million times over in their head to make it perfect, but of course that only worked if they had done the rest of their plan.

“I- I yeah, I’d love to,” you answer makes their eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” you nod vigorously; tugging a fiddling with the sleeve of your jacket. “Is that not the answer you were looking for?”

“No, no, no. I didn’t think you would honestly say yes,” they bit back their idiotic smile.

“Could I show you something?” you asked and Jordan nodded, watching as you got up and pulled the mystery cake box from the fridge. As you got to the bed, you opened the lid, careful tilting it down to the them to show a pretty pink and white cake with the words ‘would you be mine’ written in red icing on top. They looked between you and the cake, excitement building within them as you gave a small smile.

“I also was going to ask you out today,” you closed the lid, carefully put the cake back up, “but it looks like you beat me too it.” You got back on the bed, sitting a closer to them before you spoke again.

“I figured since it was our last year it was either now or never since we’ll graduate, and–”

They can’t let you finish as they cup your face; kissing you with everything they have. Their lips moves tenderly, their tongue swiping the inside of your mouth in joy. It felt even better when you pulled them closer by the hem of their sweater. A low groan leaves them as you kiss back with the same boldness, pushing and rubbing yourself against them freely. They shudder, a pit forming in their stomach burning full of desire.

Jordan quickly pins you down on the bed, taking advantage of the momentum to deepen the kiss. Your moan reverbates in their mouth, and goes straight down which makes them press their hips to yours. There’s no longer any words left between you, as you roll your hips up against theirs. Jordan’s head buzzes for a moment and you take this chance to flip them over so their under your instead. They look up at you, wide eyed and wet lipped as they switch to their fem form and stay there.

“We can finish it later,” you breath deeply, brushing you lips over their jaw.

“Are you sure?” they panted, squeezing your hips; trying to have some self control and not roll their hips.

“Yeah, the only reason I wanted to get it done was just incase you said no and I needed to cry my eyes out for a week,” you chuckle softly, which made their heart sink a little. They push themselves up more, enough to where they can grab your chin and pull you down for another kiss.

“You’ll never have to do that.”

“I hope not,” you grin, nuzzling your noses against theirs.

“I fucking promise, baby,” they steal another kiss, making sure to nip at your lip before pulling away, “I’ve waited too long for this.”

“So have I,” you tug at their longer hair, tilting their head up and kissing over their neck and letting go. “We’re probably not gonna make dinner huh?”

“No probably not,” they chuckle, trailing their kisses over your collarbones.

“Would you mind, if I stay the night?” Jordan knows you already know the answer but they don’t mind showing you with a nice drawn out kiss.

“Never.”

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Tag of the week: Sex in the Bookshop

Crowley works hard, but Booktok works harder by cheeseplants

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Humour, Fluff, Smut

Word count: 6,739 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: What if instead of an amnesiac Archangel, a bunch of TikTokkers descend on Aziraphale’s bookshop instead? Well good thing you asked that question, because that is exactly what happens here. Crowley attempts to badly thwart the powers of TikTok. They may end up in a bedroom together. Feelings (and more) bubble to the surface.

We Don't Need To Talk About It by Ro_Fell

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Smut -first time

Word count: 2,635 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: It's after the apocalypse that wasn't. Crowley and Aziraphale are just beginning to negotiate what it means to be on Their Own Side. One night, in the Bookshop, after copious amounts of wine, Crowley finds Aziraphale sitting just a little too close to him on the small sofa. Will one of them find the courage to finally cross that line? And will they finally find the words to say everything that's been left unsaid?

~ The French Maid ~ by Bucky1984

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Smut

Word count: 2,171 words

Chapter count: one-shot

CW: voyeurism

Summary: Crowley has been neglected by Aziraphale since Jimbriel moved into the bookshop... It's time for a change!

Sheltered by brahms3rdrackett

Comes with a podfic! by Outrageous_Ring

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word count: 7,233 words

Chapter count: one-shot - part 1 of series Searching for Shelter

Summary: Our heroes helped spoil the plans for Armageddon 1.0, they've been cut loose, and now they're working to figuring out what to do with themselves. One of them (no guesses which) is coping better with his free time than the other. In fact, he has a hankering for something he hasn't treated himself to in a while. This series is based on the line Aziraphale casually throws in about THEIR bookshop in S2. You know the one. "We both get plenty of use out of it, don't we?"

Safe by brahms3rdrackett

Comes with a podfic! by Outrageous_Ring

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word count: 9,730 words

Chapter count: one-shot - part 2 of series Searching for Shelter

Summary: “Crowley!” the angel said angrily, pulling so hard he very nearly dislodged the snake. But Aziraphale's fear for his coat won out, and he stopped tugging lest he tear something. He slumped back in the chair with a defeated sigh, and Crowley nuzzled his nose into the angel’s sleeve again.

“Hmm,” Aziraphale hummed after a moment, sounding very much like he did when the proverbial light bulb had gone on over his curly head. “You know, there was something I wanted to ask of you, but it’s not something your, erm, serpent form can help me with.” He lifted the coat again to see if the snake was listening. He was.

“A little favor, if you will,” Aziraphale went on, lifting his eyebrows meaningfully when he met Crowley’s beady stare.

Respite by brahms3rdrackett

Comes with a podfic! by Outrageous_Ring

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word count: 11,346 words

Chapter count: one-shot - part 3 of series Searching for Shelter

Summary: They're passing the time as best they can, but for Crowley the lull is beginning to feel interminable, as the shadow of Heaven and Hell fades even further into the background. And for better or worse, it's allowing him to focus on other things he's not quite prepared to focus on. To escape the wandering thoughts and boredom, he might just have to resort to another one of his nice, long naps. Only this time, he doesn't necessarily want to go alone.

A Casual Blowjob Between Hereditary Enemies by GroovyNightStrawberry

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Smut

Word count: 4,255 words

Chapter count: one-shot

CW: sex pollen, dubcon

Summary: When Aziraphale experiences a problem with his corporation, Crowley is only too happy to assist. Neither of them are prepared for the result.

Nanny Likes to watch You Eat by Depressedpenguin2 for DisastrousLook5116

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1,464 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Sexy times between the Ineffable Wives. Food is involved.

We Could (Have) Be(en) Us by redheadedjapanese

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Smut

Word count: 3,332 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: In the middle of their devastating first kiss (and in the same universe as the events of Lavender Isn't Scary), Aziraphale uses his little-known power to stop time and debrief his favorite demon.

Alphabet by Depressedpenguin2

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Smut

Word count: 30,000 words

Chapter count: 26 chapters (completed)

Summary: Smutty Alphabet for our ineffable husbands.

Conflict Resolution by ElysiumLeo (The_Nerd_Alert)

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 5,767 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: After a seemingly senseless argument, Crowley has stormed out of the bookshop to go cool off. Aziraphale should be irritated with him; he didn't even know what the argument was about! But knowing his darling, Aziraphale simply decides to wait until his demon is ready to return, knowing that when he does, they will have the chance to make amends with each other, like they always do. He just didn't anticipate that their latest attempt at an apology would be so... intimate.

Your Mouth As If It’s Heaven’s Gate by Peonyscones

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Fluff and Smut

Word count: 3,802 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: He knows he won’t sleep tonight. But it would be nice… it would be so nice to be held. It would be so good to cling to Aziraphale and make their last night in existence mean something, bring him pleasure, bring him comfort. Let him feel loved.

That’s all, folks!!

#good omens after dark #goad #good omens #good omens fanfic #writers of after dark #writers guild presents #fic rec Thursday #fanfic rec

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itendtothinkalot · 1 year

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stupid in love

Summary: why can the whole world see how in love you are with soobin but he can’t?

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff, comedy,

Characters: soobin x f!reader, friends!txt x reader, idol!reader, idol!txt

Words: 2,696

Completed (oneshot)

Note: i didnt proofread this

You weren’t necessarily sure when your feelings for Soobin had been amplified but you knew it was just weeks after the two of you had met. You were the only female trainee in Big Hit at that point of time which made it difficult for you to find other female friends but you pulled through with the little you had.

You had debuted just a year before TXT did as a solo artist. You could say you did fairly well as an artist. Not to bust your own balls but your fanbase had been incredibly strong and supportive. You weren’t going to lie, you did have hopes to debut in a girl group, you were incredibly lonely at times but you did have the boys to lean on when you needed, afterall they were your friends in private and publicly.

“I just ate! Thank you for asking!” You answered, as you scrolled through the copious amount of comments pouring in.

Huening chuckled, “Wait! Did you see that comment?”

You shook your head. Huening aggressively scrolled through the comments, finally landing on a comment that aggravated you.

‘When are you announcing your relationship with Soobin?’ You read in your head before shooting a glare at Kai, who knew of your one-sided crush.

The fans of TXT and yours had been fed with more than enough content from the both of you. Ever since you had announced your close friendship with TXT through multiple instagram stories, your friendship had blown up in several ways. From photoshoots to variety shows, the fans loved your friendship. You weren’t very surprised that there were pairings of you and the different members but you were extremely surprised to find out that Soobin and you weren’t the most popular pairing that people liked especially since fans had called you out for looking at Soobin with honey dripping from your eyes and well…they were right.

“And the winner of today’s episode is the both of you!” The producer handed you and Soobin the prize.

You looked over to the taller male and grinned. He looked great that day. His dishevelled black hair, his collared blue shirt that you thought he looked great in, the tight jeans that accentuated his very rounded plum of an ass (not that you’d ever say that to him). You were completely aware that you WERE looking…no…staring at him with actual honey tears. Your eyes complete crescents as you stared at his lips, then to his nose then to his eyes in complete. utter. adoration.

Oh fuck, you were still recording.

“AAAAAH!” Beomgyu screamed in agony, dragging you out from your train of thought. “THAT’S UNFAIR! FUCK!” He continued cursing.

You made a mental note to check out the episode when it was posted. It was definitely getting censored. You continued laughing as you teased Beomgyu who had been working a little too hard to win the game the producers had prepared only to lose because you and Soobin had correctly guessed that he was the mafia.

“Come on! You were so obvious!” You fought, taunting him further.

“OH REALLY? HOW?!” Beomgyu’s face reddened every minute he thought of how close he was to winning. His fists curled as he ran towards you – jokingly of course. The two of you had a love-hate relationship and the show thrived with the help of your relationship dynamics with Beomgyu. It was mainly the reason why you would’ve guessed there were many MANY many many edits of you and him on Tiktok.

“I am literally disgusted.” You belched, as your eyes were glued onto the screen. A video of you and Beomgyu looking at each other while Chris Browns’ ‘Under the Influence’ played. “Why did you have to show me that?”

“I’m just saying…we would’ve made a good looking couple if it wasn’t for your ginormous crush on Soobin.” Beomgyu teased.

“Say it louder…I’m sure he didn’t hear you! I dare you, Choi Beomgyu.” Your hands rushed to cover his big fat mouth.

“Relax, he’s still recording. You know it’s about time you told him you liked him. It’s been 4 years.” Beomgyu laughed.

As much as Beomgyu annoyed you, you knew he was right.

You were making coffee on the set of your variety show. You felt your eyes closing from the long hours of filming and definitely needed another cup of 3-in-1 coffee. It was 3am. You don’t think your assistant could find a 24/7 starbucks anywhere near the suburbs of Korea even if they tried.

“Hey.” Soobin greeted, his hands fiddling with the lint in his pockets as he stood beside you, eyeing your every move.

Using your teeth to open the packet of coffee, your eyes lazily looked up at him, giving him a slight nod before turning your head back to your styrofoam cup.

“Someone’s sleepy.” He laughed.

“Give me a break. I’ve been up since yesterday filming my album photoshoot and now I’m here playing the wildest version of duck duck goose with Beomgyu yelling every now and then. The only thing keeping me sane right now is that you’re here.” You blurted.

“Well…that’s kind of why I’m talking to you.” Soobin reasoned.

“Huh?”

“You drink coffee to stay awake. I talk to you. You’re like my own shot of espresso.”

As tired as you were, you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. You turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your tomato coloured cheeks.

“You’re an idiot.” You mumbled through your teeth, biting your cheeks to hide your smile.

“Gyu was right.”

“What? What did he say?”

“You show affection through aggression. Maybe that’s why I kind of thought you liked him.” Soobin said, before finding his way back on set.

After that conversation with Soobin, you sort of strayed away from him. Did he know you like him? Why was he being incredibly strategic and quiet about it? You didn’t wanna find out. Not till you were forced to.

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed’s balance game!” The 6 of you shouted harmoniously.

Beomgyu rummaged through the tub of questions, using his grubby hands to pull out a question.

“Would you rather be able to travel to the future or go back to the past?”

The 6 of you thought long and hard for the question, bickering back and forth to what your answers were.

“The next question!” Kai said as he pulled another question from the jar.

“Would you rather confess to someone you like or be confessed to?”

Beomgyu and Kai’s eyes landed on you almost immediately. You rolled your eyes and nudged the both of them, hoping that the producers at Buzzfeed would cut that specific part out.

“I think my best friend should answer this question.” Beomgyu giggled as he passed the floor to you.

“I…um… I think I’d rather be curious of the persons’ feelings towards me rather than be flat out rejected. I don’t think I could ever handle being rejected especially from someone I truly like.”

“Why are you so sure the person you’d like would reject you?” Yeonjun butted in.

“I’m just saying…! This is hypothetical!”

“But you do know you’re really pretty and funny, right?” Kai spoke.

“GUYS! THIS IS HYPOTHETICAL! DON’T MAKE THIS SAD AND INTO SOMETHING IT’S NOT!”

“We’re just saying… we love you! And if you do get rejected, there’s always Beomgyu!” Kai chuckled.

“Don’t make me throw up.”

“Wait, wait, wait but like what if the person likes you back?” Taehyun joined.

“Are we really prolonging this terrible conversation?”

“But Taehyun’s right! What if the person likes you? Would you confess then?” This time it was Soobin who spoke.

“I mean I wouldn’t know if he did like me or not! Besides, I’d only confess if I was really really reaaally sure.”

“Then what about you?” Yeonjun looked over to Soobin.

“I’m the same. I’d have to be sure she felt the same way as me to confess.”

What was the point of that horrid game? Did Beomgyu and Kai team up with the producers and coerced you into this stupid interview? God, everyone’s gonna know you’re in love with Soobin and everyone’s gonna know you’re probably getting rejected.

You cringed as you scrolled past tiktok to see the amount of edits that had come out from that stupid Buzzfeed video. Everyone was editing your comment and adding emotional Billie Eillish songs to it and you felt your fingers curl from pure cringe and agony. You loved your fans but God, they were making you look like you had already been rejected by Soobin.

The only relief you got from Tiktok was that all your fans were too busy laughing at you rejecting Beomgyu to realise you had been staring at Soobin the entire time you had discussed the question.

“I don’t know how people are still shipping you and I together. I thought I made it clear you were gross.” You cried to Beomgyu who was still giggling at the tiktok edits of the both of you.

“Don’t blame them! Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers trope!” Beomgyu shoved another tiktok to your face. “You know…I’m really surprised no one caught you going gaga over Soobin. Maybe it’s because I’m friends with you, I can sense the look of absolute desperation and pining on your face. Which to be fair, is like your only look when you’re with Soobin.”

“Do you have anything else to say to me besides the usual you look desperate for Soobin?”

“No. Not really.”

Turns out, people did end up noticing the look you gave Soobin. Beomgyu was right. Your crush on Soobin was spiralling. It was about time the netizens found out about your crush. You weren’t being careful. You weren’t being quiet about it either. Your face said it all.

Going on the internet a day after wasn’t that great either. Here you were on the forums looking at your shared fandom clowning you.

PRETTY SURE SHE LIKES SOOBIN

Guys…was i the only one that noticed how she was looking at soobin? Do you think somethings going on? Hahaha to be honest i found it quite cute! I like her and Beomgyu together but i think i may abandon ship and jump aboard this ship instead!!!!

1. [+164, -14] Honey couple finally being recognised ㅋㅋㅋ

2. [+133, -10] Noooo! I want the enemy couple to be together!

3. [+103, -5] Everyone’s talking about how she’s looking at Soobin but why is no one talking about how Soobin is looking at her in this video? ㅋㅋㅋ [link]

Now that caught your attention. Your fingers hurriedly pressed the link the fan had posted and it had brought you to an edited video of the recent episode of your shared show that had been aired.

It was right after the both of you had won the round. You had forgotten to watch the episode though you had promised yourself to watch it. You got busy with your schedule and barely had time for yourself.

As Beomgyu was screaming, the fan had cropped the part of the video of only you and Soobin. Straight after being snapped out of your train of thought, you had focused solely on Beomgyu who had continued his neverending cursing. Soobin was there, eyes glued onto you. His lips stretched from ear to ear every single time you laughed or smiled or showed any sort of reaction. You didn’t realise that his eyes were stuck on you. It hadn’t moved for a solid 3 minutes and 34 seconds.

Holy fuck. Does Soobin like me back?

You felt your fingers working its way to text Beomgyu this video.

‘GYU…Is this proof?!??!!??!?!’ You typed out and hit send.

Not realising that you had posted it on your…main. Instagram. Stories.

Your eyes widened at your horrifying mistake. Only a second had passed and you were sure 100 people had already seen it. All of a sudden your brain didn’t work. Your hands didn’t move fast enough and soon it was a 1000. Finally, the video got deleted but…to no avail. Thousands of fans had the luck of screen recording the video that you had posted with your actual caption. You were dead.

The next thing you knew your phone was blowing up.

Hueninggie: NOONA…PLEASE…STEP AWAY FROM YOUR PHONE.

Gyu: when i told you to update me i didnt mean on ig stories…omg ure so dumb but thanks for the shoutout lol

Yeonjun: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

Taehyun: I literally thought you were smarter than all of us. I guess I’m the dumb one for believing that.

Soobin: ?

You shook your head. No…no…no…not Soobin. NOT SOOBIN. Anyone but him.

“AHHH!” You squeaked, throwing your phone across the room.

You had to film the new episode of your show in about an hour and here you were a coffee in one hand and your dignity falling out of your ass every second. You felt everyones’ eyes on you as you quietly made your way to the dressing room.

“DON’T!” You yelled as you walked in and looked over to your stylists who had started giggling the moment you entered. “Please don’t…”

After you were done with hair and make up, you had sent your stylists away to get you some coffee though you didn’t need any. You just needed time alone before the inevitability of your doom had begun (filming with the love of your life who doesn’t feel the same way and how the world knows you’re in love with him even though he’s not and your life is falling apart but ok whatever).

You had alerted the boys not to annoy you when you were in the dressing room. You did not want to see them or hear anything from them after the messages they had sent you but the knocks on your dressing room door was getting more infuriating. Stomping to the door, you opened it, scowling, “Gyu, I will castrate you like a cat if you don’t fuc- Soobin!” You panicked. Your eyes doubled in size as the last bit of your sanity left you.

“Hi.” The bags under his eyes were prominent. He still looked as handsome as ever but he did look incredibly lethargic. At that point, it had already been 3 days since you posted the instagram story and 2 days and 23 hours since you hadn’t replied to his punctuated message. “Did I do something wrong?” His voice breaking.

“What?” You immediately grabbed both his hands and pulled him to sit on the sofa. “What’s wrong?” Immediately, concern was the first thing that washed over you. Fuck how YOU were feeling over this, Soobin was way more important!

“I’ve been wracking my brain and I thought you liked me but you didn’t reply me or call me…is this a sick joke?”

“What?”

“When you posted that video I was sure you liked me. I got really excited about it and went to Gyu and he told me it was an accident and that I should really talk to you about it but I tried to and you ignored me for 3 days straight. Did I do something wrong?”

“Soo-”

“I was wrong in that interview. I was wrong when I said I agreed with you. I need to know. I need to know if you like me and I need you to reject me so I can move on.”

You could feel your soul levitating out of your body and looking back at you in the cheesiest way possible. Soobin liked you back?

“I can’t reject you.” You drifted off.

“God…I know I said I like you but you can’t just be selfish and keep me fo-”

“Let me finish! I like you. I think I’ve liked you for about 4 years now.”

“Oh. That’s a really long time.” Soobin scratched the back of his head as he blinked his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m basically a pro at one-sided crushes.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m sorry.” Soobin reached out for your hands once more, resting his large palms above your hands, his fingers dangling out from the corners of your palms, his nails caressing your thighs.

“For?” You chuckled, trying not to be hyper aware of his touch.

“For taking so long to realise my feelings for you.”

#soobin x reader #soobin au #txt x reader #soobin oneshot #txt oneshot #txt fic #soobin fic #choi soobin x reader #choi soobin x you #soobin x you #choi soobin fic #choi soobin oneshot

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capricornlevi · 3 months

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bokuto x reader // sfw, gratuitous fluff, established relationship // wc 1.6k

planning birthdays is just one of bo's many talents <3

an: this is a little birthday present for my favourite bo stan in the entire world @brainrot329 ! she is a ray of sunshine and one of the best people i know and it is an honour to write a bo fic dedicated to this wonderful human !!!

you had never figured bokuto for much of a chef. you've been together for four years, lived together for two, and so you feel you know him pretty well by now -- the man has multitudes of talents, but preparing food is not one of them.

he has no trouble with eating, obviously, since pretty much every team barbeque ends with him being physically dragged away by a teammate or long-suffering coach, begging for someone else to be allowed their pick of the steaks.

but his appreciation for food does not extend to cooking or baking, shopping for ingredients or meal planning. his lack of culinary proficiency is not from any form of uselessness or incompetence -- he's good at pretty much anything he turns his hand to, plus the msby nutrition team supplies most of his meals anyway -- he just doesn't have much of an interest. which is more than fair; nobody can be expected to be good at everything.

but this is also why you find it to be very shocking that today, your birthday, he has offered to prepare you a four-course meal to mark the special occasion.

he had informed you of his plan this morning over pancakes at your favourite diner while you were mid-sip of coffee. as you smiled and expressed gratitude, you had to put in a copious amount of effort to prevent your jaw from dropping open and accidentally spitting coffee everywhere.

again, it's not that he's incapable of achieving this task. he’d likely be very capable should he puts his mind to it, but it's just ... this is his first time cooking. you don't attempt the tour de france before learning how to ride a bike, and you can't imagine that a four-course meal (with accompanying wines, he informs you) is the easiest introduction to the culinary arts.

but he seems certain, and the last thing you want to do is discourage this newfound enthusiasm.

the rest of the day was spent out with friends and family as bo headed home to get everything ready. he didn't give many hints as to what the rest of the evening would entail, but he did say that he knew you'd love it.

(and you will; regardless of the final product, you can see how much effort he's put in. you just hope you won't arrive home to the scent of singed hair and an eyebrow-less bokuto standing forlorn in the kitchen.)

when your college friends took you out for cocktails in the early hours of the evening, you stuck to just two margaritas so as not to take away from the rest of the night. they dropped you back home with gifts in hand and plans to meet up again next week to get your nails done – a strange suggestion since you haven’t gone to the salon as a group in years, but you wave it off.

now, standing at your doorstep, you take a deep breath before twisting the handle and letting yourself in.

the place smells ... nice. really nice. it's a medley of scents from multiple dishes but they all come together to paint a very positive picture; hints of citrus, the buttery aroma of your favourite pasta sauce, something sweet you vaguely recognise as being your grandmother's french vanilla cake recipe.

suddenly overcome with a sense of awe and burning anticipation, you make a beeline for the kitchen.

you find everything in it to be clean, perfectly presented, except for bokuto himself. he stands by the countertop, spatula in hand, covered with a light dusting of flour and with a scorch mark on his light-blue shirt.

"never promised it'd go completely without a hitch, did i?" he grins, expression as close to bashful as you've seen it. setting down the utensils and dusting himself off with a kitchen towel, he closes the distance to take your hand, guiding you to your seat at the table. with a professional flourish he pours you a glass of sparkling wine, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head once you've sat down.

"you enjoy that while i go change," he mumbles against your hair, "and i’ll also make sure I'm not still smouldering."

you laugh as he walks away, heart swelling in your chest as you survey the space around you.

he's bought a bouquet of your favourite flowers from that little old florist who lives three doors down from your apartment, the one whose displays you always admire when you head out to work in the mornings. he has your favourite album playing on vinyl, the low reverberations of the music filling the candle-lit kitchen.

distantly, you wonder if bo's fire incident came from the cooking or the decoration.

but before you have much time to consider, he's arrived back in the kitchen with a fresh shirt and almost-tamed hair, paired with that signature bo smile that lights up all of his features.

"ready for course number one?" he exclaims, clapping his hands together as he heads over to the counter space. once you voice your assent he produces two dishes as if from nowhere, heading over to the table and setting yours down in front of you.

you find yourself looking down at a perfectly presented salad, crisp leaves and a citrus dressing that reminds you exactly of the one you had --

"on our first date!" you burst out before even taking a bite. "this is the salad from that bistro by college!"

the bistro where he had taken you after finally mustering up the courage to ask, waiting until after you both had graduated to make his move. you're still not sure why he was so anxious since your class had no qualms about intra-departmental fraternisation, but you're just glad he went for it eventually.

he nods, clearly relieved you picked up on the connection.

the salad is wonderful, a light and refreshing starter for the evening, and you inform him as much.

your response clearly encourages him. he gets up again to start heating the next dish, pouring you a glass of wine beforehand for you to nurse while he gets things ready.

this time, he presents you with a bowl of soup. the same type of soup ...

"that you made for me that time i got the flu!" he informs you this time, voice achingly fond as he watches for your reaction. "and no word of a lie -- it cured me."

his earnestness draws another laugh from you, the soothing smell of herbs and vegetables bringing you back to that afternoon.

you had never seen bo so sick before and you haven't seen it since. with the combination of his healthy approach to life and sheer stubbornness to remain top of his game, he ends up avoiding most illnesses, and so when he called his coach to inform him he wouldn't be making 8am practice, you knew things were serious.

he ran a temperature, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink that you would have appreciated more were he not suffering, and had started shivering by noon.

"you need to keep your strength up," you had whispered softly to him, setting a glass of water down at his bedside and perching yourself on the edge, watching as he slowly started eating the soup. it was difficult with a sore throat but he managed to polish the whole thing off.

that soup was the only thing he could stomach for forty-eight hours, eating it for every meal until his shivering subsided and his muscles stopped aching.

it's one of the few dishes he knew how to prepare before tonight, since he insists on making it with you whenever either one of you starts to show any signs of impending sniffles.

once the soup has been finished and cleared away, the third course is presented with another glass of wine and near-giddy smile from bo. just as you had guessed from the hallway, he serves up your favourite pasta dish, the recipe having been scribbled down on a napkin after the chef from the aforementioned first-date bistro was kind enough to let you have it.

bo managed to replicate it perfectly, albeit not without slightly singeing the accompanying garlic bread (explaining the scorch mark on his shirt).

as you take your first bite, you realise that he was right earlier when he promised that you'd love this.

it wasn't that the food was michelin quality (though it was undoubtedly delicious, especially for a first-timer) -- it was the thought that went into every dish, every ingredient, every element. the effort that went into telling a story with each course.

you've never felt as loved as you do in this moment.

that is, until he brings out dessert in the form of your grandmother's french vanilla cake. it’s been frosted to the best of bokuto's ability, with 'happy birthday my love!' edged in pink font and surrounded by flickering candles.

there's also a design under the words. a little shape, something you can't see without squinting.

he carries it over to you proudly, though with a slight tremble in his hands you can't quite understand ...

after blowing out the candles, you lean in to examine the cake closer.

it takes a few seconds for it to land, to determine what bo attempted to draw in icing format, but once it hits you ...

"is that a ring?"

your heart pounds in your chest, each word leaving your lips in a flurry as you try to gauge whether or not your exhilaration is merited.

and in lieu of an answer, bo sets the cake on the table before getting down on one knee, producing a velvet-bound ring box from the pocket of his new shirt.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #timeskip bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #fluff #may tries to write

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nina-ya · 8 months

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An Unexpected Halloween Encounter

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Reader CW: None. Pure Fluff. WC: 1.1k

The island that the ship had docked on was lit up with excitement as it celebrated Halloween in grand style. The streets were adorned with colorful decorations, and people of all ages were either distributing candies to children or indulging in Halloween-themed delicacies at the numerous food stalls. Those adults without kids in tow were deeply engrossed in celebrating the holiday with copious amounts of alcohol, further adding to the lively atmosphere.

You had to go to great lengths to convince Law to join you in the festivities. It took a lot of begging, but eventually, he agreed. As soon as he agreed, you wasted no time in unveiling the costumes you had been meticulously crafting for days. You knew he wouldn't say no, so you had prepared the costumes ahead of time. Your outfits were simple, with both of you dressed as vampires, since you had severe limitations in what you could craft on a submarine. Law complied and allowed you to apply his makeup, which turned into a rather amusing endeavor. Despite the initial chaos, you both emerged looking absolutely stunning.

With Law finally at your side, you took him to the heart of the Halloween celebration, intending to coax some fun out of him. You picked up some drinks and began wandering through the food booths, each one offering eerie and enticing culinary delights. While enjoying a spider-themed donut, something bumped into your leg, prompting you and Law to look down to find a small girl standing there.

You greeted the girl with a warm smile, your eyes locking onto the innocent curiosity in her gaze. "Oh, hi there!" you exclaimed, bending down to meet her at eye level. "Where are your parents?"

Her reply was surprisingly nonchalant. "I don’t have any parents," she declared matter-of-factly. With that, she held up a pillowcase in your and Law's direction, exclaiming, "Trick or treat!" Her beaming smile filled the air with innocence.

You gently laugh in response to her adorable antics. You tried to explain the situation kindly. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart, but we don't have any candy to give you. You see, the candy is being handed out on the other side of the street, over there." You pointed toward the people distributing candy..

However, the little girl remained determined, she gripped on your arm tightly. "Come with me!" she insisted, pulling on your arm.

You couldn't help but nervously laugh, glancing up at Law for assistance. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he responded in his typical gruff demeanor, sounding somewhat abrasive. "Look, kid, we don't have time to babysit you. Go ask someone else."

In response to Law's words, the girl's eyes welled up with tears and she quickly started crying. Without a second thought, you enveloped her in a hug, simultaneously scolding Law for his insensitivity. "Hey! Apologize, right now!"

Law rolled his eyes in response, an almost exasperated sigh escaping his lips. "Pirates don't do nice things," he grumbled. His annoyance was palpable, but he reluctantly gave in. "Fine. I'm sorry for yelling." His words were laced with a hint of irritation.

The girl, still sniffling, glanced up at Law through her tears, her tiny finger pointing at him. Her voice whined out, "You're mean!"

Law almost snapped, but you swiftly intervened to defuse the situation. "Hey, hey. What's your name?" With a gentle touch, you wiped away her tears. "Scarlet," she responded with a sniffle.

You encouraged the little girl, "Okay, Scarlet, don't let the mean pirate make you sad. He'll make up for it by taking you to get some candy!" Your stern gaze landed on Law, silencing any potential retorts. "Yeah, come on, let's go get you some candy." Tenderly wiping away her tears, you playfully ruffled her hair before rising to your feet. Taking her tiny hand, you prompted Law to follow you, and he begrudgingly did.

Navigating through the crowd, you finally reached the people who were handing out candy. Handing off Scarlet to Law, you watched with amusement as he struggled to comprehend the situation. The little girl eagerly extended her hand, clutching Law's larger one and leading him toward the people holding bags of candy.

You remained in the background, enjoying the sight of Law getting paraded around by Scarlet. A smile danced on your lips as you observed the two collecting their candy. Time blurred, hours possibly passing by, but it was clear that Law had loosened up. He even came close to starting a fight with someone who didn't provide enough candy for Scarlet. The sight was endearing, showcasing a side of him you rarely witnessed.

At one point, you couldn't resist joining them. Your own hand slipped into Law's, adding to the mix. The three of you moved seamlessly through the festive crowd. The Halloween atmosphere, now illuminated by colorful lights and echoes of laughter, took on a magical quality. With each step, the weight of Law's initial reluctance seemed to dissipate, replaced by a growing connection between you, him, and the cheerful little girl who had adopted him for the night.

Your laughter melded with Scarlet's innocent giggles, filling the air as you shared moments of surprise and delight. You couldn't help but notice that the smiles on Law's face had transformed from his usual gruff expressions into genuine, unguarded grins.

Among the candy stalls, you came across an impressive display of candied apples. Scarlet's eyes sparkled as she pointed them out, and without hesitation, Law bought her one. She took a hesitant bite, her delight evident as her face lit up. It wasn't long before you insisted on trying one, and the three of you indulged in the treat.

People around you continued to mistake you and Law for Scarlet's parents, and you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest at each occurrence. The notion felt oddly sweet, hinting at a future you had only dared to dream of. Though it was an accidental charade, you couldn't help but wonder if it held a glimpse of the future.

As the evening drew to a close, the three of you watched the grand finale of the Halloween celebration, a fireworks display lighting up the night sky. Underneath the colorful bursts of light, you looked at Law and shared a warm smile, feeling the connection that had grown stronger during the night.

It was a simple yet heartfelt experience, a Halloween night that had turned from an adventure to a cherished memory. The chance encounter with Scarlet had unintentionally brought you and Law closer together.

Hand in hand, you made your way back to the submarine, unfortunately leaving Scarlet behind as you do so. While Law might not have originally intended to embrace the holiday spirit, the warmth of the night lingered, and you couldn't help but look forward to more shared moments and memories with him in the future.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw

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farfromsugafanfic · 1 year

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Skz forgetting their s/o bday!

+ I enjoy your writing and felt like letting you know that you’re appreciated! Thank you!!

SKZ Reaction To Forgetting Their S/O's Birthday

Genre: light angst, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Chan:

To be honest, I think it's unlikely that Chan forgets your birthday at all. He's good about those sorts of things and would set a calendar reminder just to make sure. If he did forget your birthday, it would likely be due to his schedule or overwork. Instead of making a huge gesture to beg your forgiveness, he'll simply show up with flowers, an apology, and your gift. It's so sincere that it's enough.

Minho:

He would think Felix was joking at first when he mentioned it was your birthday. When he realized that it wasn't a joke, he would immediately drop whatever he was doing to go get a last minute gift and come to your side. I think he would pretend like he remembered at first, but if you call him out on it, he'll admit it and apologize profusely. Ultimately, you'd get an extra cuddly and affectionate Minho which was rare, so it made up for it.

Changbin:

This poor man would absolutely hate himself. At first, he would isolate to collect himself and his thoughts. Early the next morning you'd wake up to dozens of flowers, a copious amount of your favorite snacks, and an apologetic Changbin. You'd spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating snacks. From then on, he'd set a reminder in his phone to ensure this never happened again.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin would rely on you to remind him because he is hopeless at remembering birthdays other than his own and Kkami's. If he did end up forgetting it, depending on how much importance his partner puts on their birthday, he would sacrifice sleep to take them to dinner. If his partner didn't care too much for birthdays, he would give them their gift a few days late and apologize for missing it on the day.

Jisung:

Similar to Changbin, this man will beat himself up. He'll probably shyly apologize and practically beg with his eyes for you not to be mad. He would spend the next two to three days making it up to you. This may include bringing you your favorite boba, letting you pick takeout every night, and taking you for walks along the Han River. After letting him stew for a bit, you'd tell him that it really wasn't a big deal.

Felix:

Honestly, Felix would be surprised if he forgets his birthday. It would likely only happen if they were preparing for comeback or if he thought it was on a different day. Luckily, he ordered your gifts well in advance and so he is able to give them to you with an apologetic look that makes it impossible to be mad at him. Expect a soft Felix for a few days with lots of forehead kisses, playing with your fingers, and the sharing of a playlist of songs he wrote for you.

Seungmin:

He may not see it as a big deal at first because if you forgot his, he wouldn't care too much. However, if his nonchalance causes a fight, he would realize just how much your birthday meant to you. He'd take you out to a nice restaurant and take you shopping after to pick out anything you wanted. Back hugs, soft and shy compliments, and later he'd send a large text about how he's sorry and how much he loves you.

Jeongin:

Similar to Minho, he may try to joke about it, but for him, this is an awkward deflection tactic as he figures out what exactly he's going to do. When he realizes you're mad mad he'd leave to pick up some of your favorite things as well as the present he had actually gotten you months ago in preparation for your birthday. Still, he knew gifts couldn't totally make up for it, so he'd make sure to be extra gentle and eventually talk about it.

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sizzleporkandmmm · 5 days

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The Lovers, The Dreamers, And Us || Josh kiszka x F!reader

Warnings: recreational drug use

Pure fluff, crack treated seriously tbh

wc: 1.7k

Josh had invited you over for a night in with him and the boys.

You knew what that meant. Getting high off their fancy, expensive weed, and getting loose with each other while step brothers plays on the large screen in the background. Ten minutes after getting the message, you were in a soft sweater, grabbing your bag that was full of snacks, and heading out the door. They only lived about 15 minutes away, so you decided to send Josh a text, letting him know you were on your way. Upon your arrival, you noticed that Josh’s jeep was the only car in the drive way. This made you raise your eyebrow, but you figured they were still on their way.

You parked and made your way to the door, knocking with the jaunty tune of “shave and a haircut,” alerting Josh to your presence. You stood back, shifting from foot to foot while you waited for him to let you in. In true Josh fashion, he took his sweet time. Just as you were about to knock again, the door came swinging open, a slight plume of smoke making its way out onto the porch. “I see you got started with out me,” you hummed, eyeing him as you pushed your way past him, making yourself out home with no hesitance. You met his eye as he grinned at you. “You sure keep me in check, don’t you,” he laughed, making his way over to the couch that you had settled yourself on. You let your head fall back against the plush cushion, watching as Josh reached for the bong, making sure the cherry was still bright, and producing smoke. He took a deep inhale, smirking at the way the water bubbled, before letting the smoke settle in his lungs and pushing it out. He thrust the glass object towards you, shaking it lightly. You rolled your eyes and grabbed it, taking a decent hit to get yourself started. “I usually wait for the others, y’know,” you teased, the last little bit of smoke flowing through your lips as you talked. Josh shifted in his spot next to you, “Yeah.” He signed, letting his head roll to the side so he was facing you. “They aren’t coming.”

“What?” You asked, a little startled, “Why not?”

Josh groaned, “Danny roped the other two into going out tonight, after I had already invited you. But I didn’t want to cancel on you, so… I figured you and I could keep up the tradition.”

It wasn’t uncommon for this type of thing to occur. Though, there was something different about getting high with just Josh. Something… Tender, secretive, yearning almost.

You giggled and sighed, letting the weed make its way into your psyche. “It’s fine, they’re a bunch of weenies. We’ll just get high enough for all of them.” You said, matter-of-factly. Josh nodded in agreement, your glassy eyes meeting each other for a second that was just too long to be platonic. You tore your eyes away, grabbing your bag and plopping it down in between the two of you. “We feast,” you said, tone flourishing, as you grabbed the copious amount of junk food you had stuffed in there. “Ugh, you are, an angel,” Josh groaned as he packed another bowl, eyeing the selection you had laid out in front of him. He held the flame under the bowl, letting the glass heat, small plumes of smoke rising from the bowl. He took another hit, letting the smoke permeate his lungs before grabbing a bag of hot Cheetos and tearing it open. “The heartburn is gonna be wild,” He sighed, releasing the smoke from his lung. You rummaged around in your bag before pulling out the tums, slapping the bottle in his hand, “I came prepared,” you said, watching the dopey smile spread across his face. “My angel,” he sighed, repeating the term of endearment from earlier. Your cheeks burned, there was that yearning feeling again.

The peaceful atmosphere and your altered state heightened these feelings, making them harder to ignore. It wasn’t like you were ignorant to your feelings about Josh, it’s just that they were that much more obvious in this room alone, with your thighs pressing against Josh’s. You allowed yourself to feel, letting your head fall onto his shoulder, cheeks heating once more as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You sat up, grabbing the bong, taking a few more deep hits, letting your head spin. “Jesus, y/n, we have plenty to go around, it isn’t going anywhere.” Josh laughed, you laughed too, for a reason unbeknownst the the both of you, before you were laid over in his lap in a fit of giggles. You let your head rest against his thighs as your laughter settled, his hands tangling themselves into your hair.

You could feel the way his stomach rose and fell with his breath.

You shifted so you were looking up at him, only a little bit surprised to find him looking back, eyes glassy, a wide smile across his face as he continued to play with your hair. You smiled at the feeling of his hands, letting your eyes fall shut, laughing softly at the familiar sound of Will Ferrel and John C. Reiley arguing about drum kits. “That’s Sam and Danny,” You stuttered out, laughing at your own joke before it even finished leaving your lips. You watched as Josh threw his head back and laughed loudly, body moving as he did so. He wiped his eyes, taking a breath, before spluttering into laughter once more, you following suit, tears pricking at your eyes.

You loved these moments, blissful, unashamed belly laughs, were sure to cure the things of the world. You quited down, eyes still on Josh, as they always seemed to be lately. He bent over slightly, face resting just above yours. “You are one of a kind, angel.” He breathed, you could feel his breath hitting your lips. “I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Kiszka, super famous rockstar.” You sighed, eyes flicking down to his lips, and back up to meet his eyes. “Please, you’ve always been the better singer. Writing those songs, just for you to sing them to an empty room. Though, no body would be worthy of hearing a voice as beautiful as yours,” He said softly. You looked away, lips parting. “Sing to me,” Josh said, leaning back, head falling against the couch once more as his fingers resumed their movements in your hair.

“Why are there so many, songs about rainbows…” You started softly, holding back the giggles, “and what’s on the other side,” Josh finished, voice coming out strained and nasally in a poor attempt to mimic kermit the frog. “Rainbows are visions, but only illusions. So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it. I know they’re wrong, wait and see.” Your voice was soft, “Some day we’ll find it, the rainbow connection…” Your voice slowed as Josh leaned back over you, returning to the close proximity. “The lovers, the dreamers, and me,” you finished, blinking slowly at the man above you. You shifted, sitting up, before maneuvering yourself into Josh’s lap. “Am I reading this wrong?” You asked, feeling suddenly bold, the weed taking away your inhibitions. Josh shook his head slowly, leaning in ever so slightly, inviting you to close the gap, and so you did. Your lips met softly, kiss deepening as you got used to the feeling of each other.

The door swung open, banging against the wall, “WHERE’S THE P-“ Sam’s voice bellowed, stoping at the sight of you and Josh in a somewhat compromising position. You pulled away from him, startled at the new presence. “Hey guys,” Josh giggled, “Y/n its supposed to go ‘the lovers, the dreamers and ME’ not ‘the lovers, the dreamers and SAM,” Josh choked out, smile practically breaking his face in half. You squawked, laughter bubbling up from your chest, you leaned into Josh, head falling on his shoulder.

You caught your breath, just for your eyes to land an a semi drunk Sam, Danny, and Jake who were still awkwardly standing in the doorway, making your laughter start up again. “I think we need to be on their level,” Danny says, walking deeper into the house before settling next to you and Josh on the couch. “What so were going to start kissing each other? Revealing deep-seated feelings for each other?” Jake laughed, flopping down on to the rocking chair in the corner. “You have feelings for me?” You whispered, searching Josh’s eyes. “You haven’t told her? Josh what the fu-“ Sam started cut off by Jake and Danny simultaneously shushing him. Josh rolled his eyes, “Way to ruin it Sammy, but yes. Y/n, I like you,” he sighed, “Love, he means love,” Sam interrupted. “Jesus, Sam! We’re having a fucking moment, pack a bowl or something!” You hissed, earning snickers from Jake and Danny, before turning your attention back to Josh. “Yes, I love you. I would give up everything if It meant I would be able to just sing kermit the frog with you, I’d never smoke again if it meant I get to hold you, I’d smoke every day if it meant I get to hold you like this again. Even if it was just for a second,” Josh rambled. You giggled, quieting him with a kiss, “I love you, so much, Josh. I alway have.” You admitted, planting one more kiss on his plush lips. Cheering erupted from the other side of the room. “Finally!” Jake cheered, fake British accent making an appearance as the weed and alcohol mixed.

You smiled and rolled your eyes fondly, resting your forehead on Josh’s. “Can you believe those guys,” Josh scoffed before smirking, “C’mon babe. Pack us another bowl.” You flushed at the nickname, knowing the truth it held. You moved from your straddling position, grabbing the extra bong on the table and packing it, before flopping back down into Josh’s lap, throwing your legs over Danny’s.

That secretive, tender feeling, was now filling up the room, and you couldn’t be happier about it. You and Josh should’ve gotten high together without the boys a lot sooner, but you were looking forward to the new moments you two were going to share, rather than the ones you may have missed out on.

hehe i hope yall liked this

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fluff #greta van fleet fic #josh kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fluff #gvf fluff #josh gvf #josh kiszka x you

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rachalixie · 2 years

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stray kids reactions | autumn dates

just the boys and you on cute fall dates

warnings: stray kids x gender neutral reader, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol

genre: fluff fluff fluff

chan

corn maze

he lets you borrow his oversized hoodie to wear because it's chilly outside

borrow is a strong word because you were going to take it anyways

links your arms together as you walk through the maze and says it’s to share body heat

let’s you lead the way and take wrong turns even though he knows which way to go

gives silly names to every single scarecrow you walk past

uses them as waypoints when you finally give up and ask him to lead you out

buys a bag of fresh kettle corn for you to share on the way home

minho

carving pumpkins

lugs two pumpkins home from the store and complains about his muscles hurting

sprays you with water as he washes the pumpkin seeds to roast them because he doesn’t want to waste them

watches you carefully to make sure you don’t hurt yourself with the big knife you chose to carve with

carves jureumi into his pumpkin and you’re not surprised in the slightest

you carve leebit into yours and he blushes and smiles when he sees it

drapes a blanket around your shoulders when you outside to put them on the patio

changbin

haunted house

it’s your idea and he agrees to go even though he’s scared

you know he’s a little spooked but you let him pretend he’s tough

he squeezes your hand the entire time, when when you’re in line before the actual haunted part begins

let’s you grab onto his bicep even though your fingertips will probably leave a mark

drags you behind him as you run away from the chainsaw man

you’re both giggly and out of breath by the end of it

hyunjin

pumpkin patch

wears a matching pullover with you

brings a polaroid and takes candids of you when you’re not looking

tries to lift a huge pumpkin to show off and pouts at your giggles when he can’t

holds your hand the entire time you’re there and pulls you in different directions when he sees something exciting

ends up with a piece of straw in his hair and you don’t tell him because it makes him look adorable

he buys you both coffee and you sip it as you watch the sunset

jisung

halloween costume party

makes a big fuss about wearing a couples costume as if you would say no

you argued a bit over whether to go scary or funny but you ended up as two characters from your favorite show and you look more cute than anything else

he smiles at you from the other side of the kitchen as you mix drinks for you both to drink before you go

you dance together until you’re both hot and sweaty

doesn’t let you out of his sight the entire night

he pouts when you don’t win the best costume award

when you’re home and in bed he asks you if you’ll put the costume on for him again sometime

felix

fall baking

you go grocery shopping for the ingredients you need and tease each other the entire time you’re in the store

you can’t decide what to make but end up choosing pumpkin pie

he lets you add the ingredients to the bowl but gently takes the spoon away when he sees you stirring it wrong

you ask him how it’s possible to stir wrong but he just smiles at you and shakes his head

the smell of the baking fills the entire house

you both cut into it before it’s cooled off completely because you’re too impatient

take turns feeding each other bites of pie in between sweet kisses

seungmin

apple picking

wears an oversized flannel that he specifically picked out because it matches your outfit

ties the laces on your boots/shoes for you

carries the apple basket the entire time even when it gets too heavy for him

gives you a boost so you can grab an apple a little out of reach

but you stumble a bit and you both end up in a heap on the ground

buys you a steaming cup of apple cider and blows on it until it’s cool enough to drink

jeongin

scary movie marathon

you both prepare copious amounts of snacks, popcorn, candy, soda, everything

you both dress in your comfiest pajamas

he makes a blanket fort on the couch for you to cuddle into

you both laugh throughout the movies, not taking any of it seriously

until you reach the last one, the scariest one

where you spend the whole time taking turns hiding your face into the others’ shoulder

your knuckles are white from how hard you’re gripping each others’ hands

you end up sleeping on the couch because neither of you want to leave the safety of the blankets

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masterlist

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids reactions #stray kids x y/n #stray kids headcanons #bang chan fluff #skz fluff #hyunjin fluff #seungmin fluff #jisung fluff #stray kids fic #felix fluff #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #hyunjin x y/n #lee felix x reader #seungmin x y/n

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cheesybadgers · 3 months

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Narcos Fic: Old Habits Die Hard (Chap. 24)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo

Words: 3,440

Summary: It's been 15 years since Horacio and Javier brought down Gacha in Tolú, and now they're back where their story began.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Brief allusions to period-typical prejudices/politics/legislation, very brief sexual references, smoking, swearing, all the fluff.

Notes: Well....I feel like I should post this with a fanfare or something (just imagine there's one playing), but oh boy, oh man, oh god. I did it. I flipping did it 😭 It's only taken 36 months, copious amounts of blood, sweat and tears, a deranged amount of research, the last shred of my sanity, and probably a fair amount of back/neck pain from sitting at my laptop for too long to get here. But hey, if I don't write a self-indulgent novel-length fix-it fic for a criminally underrated rarepair from a defunct TV show, WHO WILL, I ASK THEE? 😂

I can't fully explain the journey this fic has taken me and my writing on, or the deep love I have in my heart for this ship and the OHDH universe that has lived constantly in my head these last few years. Even when I'm not actively writing, so many things remind me of these two everywhere I go. They got me through the darkest days of the pandemic and somehow became my comfort ship, despite er, certain canon events we don't talk about in this house.

Anyway, I think you've all heard quite enough from me for the time being. So, I will just say thank you so, so, so much to anyone who has read, commented, kudosed, reblogged, liked, sent me messages, made me things, suggested music recs, generally been incredibly supportive and kind ❤️

And thank you to anyone who may stumble across this fic in future. Please never be afraid to leave a comment, even if you're reading several years down the line, I will always love to hear from people about this story.

There will also be some moodboards and playlists posted on my Tumblr at some point (and *maybe* some new - much shorter lol - fics eventually) once I've caught my breath back a bit.

For the final time (unless I randomly think of anything I've forgotten, which is more than likely lol), I’ve also added to my OHDH trivia post to cover this chapter if anyone is interested.

Chapter 24: Suerte (Epilogue)

Early evening rays painted the pastel horizon, their last act of the day transforming the shimmering ocean into an inky palate of fuchsia, violet and saffron, the golden sands at the shore still warm to the touch hours past dusk.

Come the weekend, Colombians would travel far and wide to descend on the many beaches, bars and restaurants that dotted the waterfront. Or if they were feeling adventurous, they would birdwatch, dive off the Islas de San Bernardo, or canoe amongst the mangroves.

But it was mid-week and mid-December – when most locals were at work and school or preparing for Christmas. So, for now, Horacio and Javier had the place to themselves.

There was the added bonus of the coastline turning into a dense forest of palm trees just along from their beach house, civilisation a mile or so away on either side of them, so even at peak times, they remained secluded. It had become a daily ritual to luxuriate in the peace and quiet; a pre-dinner swim with no trunks required followed by entwined limbs and sand in their hair as the sun went down.

Today was no exception, the gentle lapping of the waves around them and their shallow breaths the only sounds to be heard, the taste of salt and scent of sun lotion heavy in the air and on their skin as Horacio rocked into Javier, slow and deep, their chests and foreheads drawn together.

It was almost dark when Javier switched on the shower taps, cascading soothing jets over his head, neck and shoulders. As he soaked his hair, the lights from inside the beach house sprung to life, illuminating the outdoor bathroom with an ambient glow. It was a feature of the premium accommodation they had splashed out on, a rare treat away for a special occasion.

The outside space was a mix of wood, tiles and natural stone for the walls and floors, encased by tall plants and trees for extra privacy. A double shower stood on a platform at the end of a walkway, with a large hot tub branching off in the other direction. On their first night here, they had opted for the tub, surrounding it with candles as a belated ode to Día de las Velitas, lost in each other beneath the bubbles and the stars.

A sturdy embrace enveloped Javier from behind, a position they had found themselves in every morning by the shore before breakfast, looking out to a tranquil sea and a kaleidoscopic sky. The day jobs kept them both on their feet and in good shape, although there was more softness around their stomachs, and Javier was stockier than in his younger years. But his upper body was even broader with muscle now.

He was no gym fiend, but he had accompanied Horacio in some of his strengthening training, wanting to keep his stamina up as much as possible. Not just for the obvious but because he was sometimes required to carry the heavier supplies at work and didn’t want to be shown up in front of his largely youthful team.

It was a welcome development to Horacio, whatever the reason. Not that he ever had any complaints before, but watching Javier blossom as he aged was a wonder to behold. Not to mention, there was more of him to enjoy now.

As for Horacio, aside from the sloping curve of his midriff, he was sheer jaguar strength. Not only in the noticeable places, but his core muscles were in peak condition, the daily horse riding improving his posture and taking him back to the drill commands of his cadet years. His skin was more weathered, and his days of being meticulously cleanly shaven at all times were long gone. But Javier assured him – a lot – the ruggedness was part of the appeal.

Javier wasn’t one to talk either, stubble being a more regular feature alongside his moustache nowadays. But that was mainly due to lack of time in his busy schedule rather than preference, so it wasn’t unheard of for Horacio to do the honours for him. For some reason, Horacio delicately scraping a razor blade across his jaw from the comfort of his lap was far more appealing to Javier than doing it himself in front of the bathroom mirror.

Their hair contained more grey patches, especially around the temples, which was easier to hide when they grew it longer. That wasn’t practical during the sweltering heat of a Texan summer, so they kept it shorter in the hotter months. But in the winter, they could run their fingers through choppy waves and coils of curls to their hearts’ content. And luckily for them, their anniversary fell in December.

“Can you believe it’s been 15 years to the day?” Horacio asked, scattering kisses across Javier’s back.

“This doesn’t even feel like the same fucking place, to be honest.”

“Tell me about it.”

Horacio let out a huff as flashbacks of leading his men on a fleet of raiding crafts towards Gacha’s hideout collided with memories from merely days ago of him and Javier island hopping in a hire boat along the same waters. They had taken a platter of fresh seafood and fruit, exploring the remotest beaches and lagoons, where their only company was the local wildlife.

He could still remember the sensation of the blood at his temple as he lay disorientated on the sand in the aftermath of the explosion, a stark contrast to dozing together under the shade of a palm tree or reading aloud to each other the words of Lorca, Gaitán Durán, Arbeláez, Neruda, Paz, Castellanos and Mistral.

“Although, I did notice signs for the barracks towards Coveñas when we were driving here,” Horacio added with a nostalgic smirk.

“Oh yeah? You didn’t want another night there for old times’ sake?” Javier tilted his head until he found Horacio’s lips with his teeth.

Horacio hummed and put up no resistance, his wet hands sailing with ease down Javier’s body, finding purchase at his hip bones. “It was tempting. But I figured you’d want to make the most of this before Christmas.”

“Damn right.”

They took turns massaging shampoo into each other’s scalps, lathering the suds through thick spirals, tenderly pulling at strands until they purred, thoroughly indulging in the sensation whilst they had the chance. And then they did it all again, rinsing off the soap, floating away on the meditative pressure of the faucet and their fingers.

“We could always see if Alejandra has more spa freebies if it gets too much, though,” Javier suggested through the haze of steam now cocooning them.

“I like your thinking.”

It had been a while since they last used such tickets, their previous visits not dissimilar to how their current vacation was playing out. But despite the chaos that would no doubt ensue, they were looking forward to catching up with Horacio’s side of the family. Between expanding businesses in Texas and Manizales and the oldest half of the brood living and working elsewhere now with the twins staying at home studying, they didn’t get to meet up as much as they would have liked.

However, Elena visited Laredo several times, swapping life stories and recipes with Chucho and joining Horacio and Javier in San Antonio one spring for the Fiesta. Her last holiday outside of Colombia had been before Alejandra and Horacio were born, so she was determined to take advantage of having family abroad before age finally caught up with her. There had even been discussions of a trip to Madrid if Horacio and Javier could arrange cover at work the following year.

“Pops is flying out on the 20th, right?”

“Yes. Marco and Raúl are covering the ranch and animals until your father’s back on the 28th. And Jorge is covering the farm until we’re home from Miami in the New Year.”

No one was keen to leave Luna, Sol and Leo, who had long since retired from ranch duties, but between work and Christmas commitments, Connie taking a full-time job in a different hospital, now Olivia was a teenager going on 30, and the earlier-than-expected arrival of Felipe’s and Juana’s second child – Óscar, a little brother to Claudia – New Year was the only time everyone’s schedules matched up.

These days, Luna, whose main residence was the cottage now, Sol and Leo spent most of their time nestled on furniture or looking for treats in the kitchen whenever food was prepared. However, Luna would sometimes still ride in the back of Horacio’s truck and keep him company in the lower fields.

Kira and Fuego had become old pros, showing their younger siblings, Cielo and Tierra, the ropes, not as replacements to the trio but as a new team with their own quirks and personalities. Thankfully, the dogs and Coco had taken well to the pair of barn cats, Churro and Tamale, who patrolled the outbuildings and dealt with any rodent intruders.

Meanwhile, Chucho showed few signs of slowing down, except one summer when he twisted an ankle, and even that was hard work to get him to rest. But he had been happy to step back from some of his more physically demanding responsibilities in recent years, trusting that the ranch and farm were in capable hands. With their expansion plans a resounding success – plus some new ones up their sleeves – he had become more involved in the business side of the operation alongside Miguel.

And, of course, he was always happy to offer Horacio advice whenever needed. But for the most part, he left him to it since Félix’s retirement, preferring to arrange for the guesthouses to be refurbished or to deliver fresh batches of cooking to aid workers and exhausted arrivals alike on the frontline of the border.

“Bet Jorge was as thrilled about that arrangement as my team.”

“Well, we can always delegate to our deputies whenever necessary. One of the perks of being promoted.”

It had taken Horacio five years under Félix’s watchful eye – and decades of experience – to be granted the title of farm manager. Then, Félix had retired the previous year, satisfied he had picked the right man as his successor and Jorge as deputy.

Horacio still had plenty to learn and likely always would with the constant conveyor belt of change to farming methods and technology that landed on his desk each month. However, there was a sense of familiarity with certain parts of the job, like the meetings, the paperwork, and the budget constraints. Except, this time, it all came without the funerals, the upper echelons of the CNP breathing down his neck, and the crushing weight of a country’s future on his shoulders.

“And a holiday on the Caribbean coast was necessary, was it?” Now that Javier’s hair was free from sand and shampoo, he turned to face Horacio, their lips almost touching.

Horacio nodded sagely and closed the gap. “A critical business need.”

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Once dried off, they lay in a hammock in matching white towel robes under the thatched porch of their beach house with a perfect view of the sea, moon and stars.

“So, you like it here?” Horacio asked after a comfortable silence.

“It’s beautiful. I’m glad we came back – to see it how it’s meant to be.”

“Me too. Although, I fear violence will always be a parasite latched onto Colombia. Just when you think it’s gone from one place, it rears its head again in another. Or even the same place twice if you’re unlucky.”

Horacio remembered the stories he had heard from Trujillo in the last couple of years – particularly about Operation Orion. Officially, the incursion on Comuna 13 had been a success by the Colombian military against the likes of FARC. Unofficially, however, there were rumours of a leaked CIA report, disappeared individuals, and collusion between an Army General and none other than Don Berna’s subordinate. It was hard to keep faith that Medellín would ever be free from its past when history had such a predictable habit of repeating itself.

“I know. It feels like one step forward and two steps back in the States, too. Terrorism might be the new bogeyman, but re-branding to ICE and throwing a shitload of money at the DHS hasn’t stopped the drugs and the people finding their way over the border.”

Javier had heard directly from Steve about the shift in his job role since 9/11. Overnight, Steve’s whole department was removed from their current caseloads and signed up for every counter-terrorism and narco-terrorism course under the sun. It was now customary for DEA agents to be redeployed to the FBI as intelligence analysts if resources required. And if their eyes and ears were pulled away from the drug traffickers, it didn’t take a genius to figure out the consequences.

Meanwhile, in Texas, if anything, people only took graver risks in the wake of a beefed-up Border Patrol. Javier had spent a lot of the past year helping to set up new aid teams in Arizona and New Mexico, the inhospitable conditions of the desert not enough of a deterrent to stop families trying their luck or handing over their life savings to coyotes who didn’t care whether they made it across alive.

“But small things can add up to change. Bit by bit,” Javier added. “And at least they can’t arrest us for fucking in our own home anymore.”

“True. Not that the law stopped us before...” Horacio nuzzled against Javier’s neck before making a move to get up.

They may have joked in the here and now, but it wasn’t a change they took for granted. In fact, Luz and Carla had even persuaded Javier to attend a protest or two and pay bond and legal fees for those who had been arrested. After all, he’d had plenty of experience exchanging money for people’s freedom.

When news of the Supreme Court decision spread, it was another weight off their backs and one less reason to look over their shoulders, a chance to permanently put to bed memories of being spied on during such unguarded sacred moments. It was the final line to be drawn under those dark years, not to erase them because that was impossible. But it was, at least, closure.

Their cigarette was almost done, and Horacio had left the opened pack on the kitchen counter. Once retrieved, he took out another and leaned into Javier across the hammock, pressing the tip of his unlit cigarette against the lit one until it sparked.

“But you’re right,” Horacio continued, holding Javier’s gaze between exhaling a plume of smoke. He balanced on the edge of the hammock, just enough to stop it tipping sideways. “Things can change. But only if we want them to.” He perched their new cigarette between his lips as he reached into the pocket of his robe.

Their first cigarette was little more than a stub, so Javier stooped down to the ashtray on the floor to extinguish it. Once he sat up again, a small cubed box was presented into his spare hand.

Javier stared at the black box and blew out remnants of smoke, eyeing Horacio with an unreadable expression, an unspoken question and answer lingering between them and the mist of tobacco.

He prised open the box to reveal a ring of plain silver. Or, so he thought at first glance. But as he raised it towards the moon, the iridescent light caught on the inner band to reveal an inscription.

Suerte que encontré a mi media naranja.

(Lucky that I found my soulmate.)

“Fuck, Horacio…” Javier’s voice was strained, and his words came out as little more than a whisper. He held the ring between his thumb and forefinger, letting the ethereal reflection from above capture each word.

Horacio watched every shift in Javier’s face with bated breath and a dry throat, his limbs lead and weightless all at once.

“The world’s changing around us,” Horacio said at last; swallowing his nerves and summoning his courage. “But no matter what the law or courts say in any state or country, this can mean whatever we want it to mean.”

Javier’s jaw worked back and forth, his teeth clamping down on the inside of his cheeks. But it was no use, and he let out a trembling scoff, an attempt to distract from the shining pupils he finally confronted Horacio with.

And then a broad smile crept across Javier’s features, his palm connecting with Horacio’s cheek before he plucked the cigarette from his fingers and took a drag. “Pass me my jeans.”

It took Horacio a moment to process Javier’s request. Of all the responses he had prepared for – the good and the bad – that hadn’t been on his list, funnily enough. With narrowed eyes and pursed lips, he complied and fetched the jeans that had been flung over a sun lounger when they stripped off to swim earlier. Apparently, regardless of how humid the climate in Tolú became, denim remained a reliable staple of Javier’s wardrobe.

“Check my left pocket.”

Whatever Javier was up to, Horacio was torn between intrigue and irritation at Javier’s temerity to issue orders despite leaving him hanging. But he did as he was told, and in an instant, everything made sense.

“I can always take it back if you’d prefer…”

But Horacio was already opening the near-identical box, and any teasing faded to white noise as he came face-to-face with the gold equivalent of his own proposal.

“Hold it up to the light.”

The night sky was brighter now, making it easier for the inscription to be revealed.

Mi amor, mi vida, mi hogar, mi vaquero. Siempre tuyo.

(My love, my life, my home, my cowboy. Yours always.)

It was Javier’s turn to observe, and it didn’t take long for Horacio to raise a brow in his direction, shooting him a look of feigned exasperation that only came with the territory of a relationship as enduring as theirs.

“What?” Javier said with disingenuous innocence and a vulpine smile.

It was a contagious kind of smile, one that reminded Horacio they were equals in this and that he shouldn’t have been surprised Javier had the same idea.

“I take it my mother showed you her ring?”

“On my first visit to Manizales. It was beautiful. And so’s this.”

“As is this.”

“I like to think I put my own spin on it.”

“You did.”

They sat side-by-side on the hammock, legs facing towards each other with the rings held in their outstretched hands.

Javier’s thumb slid across Horacio’s left palm, tracing patterns over new callouses born from hard labour rather than war. He circled his wrist, waiting for the familiar rhythm but finding a beat that was, unsurprisingly, drumming quicker than usual.

After subduing with his touch, Javier retrieved the gold band, gliding it carefully onto Horacio’s ring finger, easing it over the knuckle until it rested snugly at the base.

They sat transfixed, marvelling at the light dancing across it as Horacio’s thumb ran back and forth over the curved surface in fascination.

Horacio repeated the ritual of mapping Javier’s left hand, lacing their fingers together as a tangible reminder of their bond. Their devotion. Their vow. Their choice. Whether the law honoured it one day or not.

He picked up the silver to his gold, shimmying it along Javier’s ring finger and passing beyond the slight resistance at his knuckle. Not too much force, but firm enough for it to sink perfectly into place.

With palms connected and fingers interlocked, their foreheads met, chests rising and falling in tandem.

“Te amo tanto, Javier.”

“Yo también te amo. Tanto, Horacio. Tanto.” Javier whispered, over and over in Horacio’s ear like a prayer – their prayer – before brushing his lips above Horacio’s brow, the bridge of his nose, both cheeks and down to his mouth, creating their own sign of the cross with each kiss. A new beginning and a welcome home.

They untied their robes and collapsed onto the hammock in a tangle of limbs, silver and gold melding at their chests and hands; their past, present and future as inseparable as their hearts, bodies and souls.

With one smooth motion, Horacio pinned Javier’s arms down into the netting of the hammock, a dark, hungry gaze passing between them as cool metal fused with hot skin.

15 years and several lifetimes may have gone by. But when Horacio had the man he loved, the man who loved him, his media naranja, underneath him, only one word ran through his head. Mine.

Old habits die hard, he supposed.

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Made the mistake of catching up on 'Can't bring myself to hate you' late at night before bed and now my heart hurts and I'm consuming copious amounts of fluff to patch the wound your amazing writing gives me 😭🫶

If I had one question about the series, it'd be if you could let us know if there is a happy ending or a tradgic one because i need to prepare myself for potential heartbreak </3

I— ooh…uh…😬

Okay, okay, um, so, the thing is… 🫣

So, I know roughly how cbmthy is going to end, and I think it’s happy. Obviously if you’ve read this far, you know what sort of story it is, and that isn’t going to magically disappear completely, but I like to think it will become more manageable. Ultimately, I think some level of sadness will always be present, but I’m not planning on ending the story on a low note. So while I can’t say if it will be happy in its entirety, I know it won’t be sad—Az and reader will be together, in the end 🧡💛

You might have to put your faith in me for that, though 👹

#anons <3 #cbmthy

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𝓒𝓗. 𝓥𝓘𝓘 — [𓂾𓏏] (‘𝓻𝓭𝓽’ | 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰)

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[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ ru is growing up fast. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 5.5k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ i am so sorry this took so long. it’s a bit shorter than I’d prefer, but i’m hitting a point where i’m going to have to move time along some and i agonize over timeskips bc i worry about writing them well. the next chapter will see Ru aging up some more with copious amounts of fluff, then we’ll be headed for the main arc of the fic. fingers crossed that i can keep the momentum going! ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER [TBA] ☽

You couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Khonshu.

For so long you had grown accustomed to his obstinance and ire, learning how to circumnavigate his myriad moods as well as the boundaries within which you could deal with them. Most of the time he had no true qualms with you quipping back at him, but every now and again he grew too touchy (borderline sensitive) to tease and sass. Working as a nurse had forced you to grow a thick skin years ago, so his biting remarks had never fazed you (which you think puzzled him, at times), but while he was mostly ready to dish it out, he couldn’t always stand to take it in return. The behavior almost reminded you of a scorned child, if you were honest, so when he was at his lowest points of temperament and patience, you treated him like one. It worked far more efficiently than it should (at least ninety-nine percent of the time).

But you had started to notice some odd changes in him. Subtle ones, perhaps, because he still sure as hell had his moments where he acted like a toddler (and even Ru couldn’t compete with some of the moon god’s tantrums), but you were observing a certain…relaxation in his demeanor. You didn’t know how else to describe it.

Overall, he had grown wordier than ever, talking away even when you didn't pry him for information, yet he spoke in a smoother, milder, and quieter register (when he wasn’t fussing at you about getting injured in the latest alley bawl, anyway)—especially around Ru, whom he shared conversations with more frequently than he did with you, despite the fact that you could actually respond.

He wasn’t nearly as consistently agitated as he used to be—new moon nights left him inexplicably broody, still, but he had proven to be far more pleasant company, even while you were out and about on patrol. He continued to pop in from time to time to check on you throughout each day, but the urgency that had colored his previous inquiries about your activities was now curiosity.

He looked better, to boot—you hadn’t quite believed your eyes when you’d realized that the dust littering the edges of his cloak and bandages had disappeared, as had the tattered hems and frayed wrappings. The gold ornamentation shone as though freshly polished no matter the lighting nor the lack thereof. Even his skull didn’t appear quite as washed out and weathered. (And if you had been studying the slightest bulking of his gargantuan, if lean, figure—strictly out of curiosity—then…well, that was between you and the weight of moonlight at your back.)

You were uncertain of what had caused all of these minute, almost inconsequential shifts in the lunar deity. You hadn’t thought that you’d been acting any differently than usual, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened in your routine to warrant such altered behavior.

The only thing changing was that Ru continued to grow like a little weed, having hit the nine month mark. He was babbling almost constantly, although no comprehensible words had yet emerged from his pouty little mouth. He had mastered crawling, much to the dismay of your poor nerves, and although you had already baby-proofed the entire apartment thrice over in preparation for it, turning around one day to find him grinning gummily up at you without having made a sound had startled you more than you’d readily admit. He found great joy in sitting in the middle of a castle of wooden blocks within which you would encase him, watching you with glittering eyes, before going full kaiju and knocking them all down like it was his sole purpose in life. Lizzie was doing her damnedest to teach him old rhymes and such, but all he could manage was a monotonous stream of monosyllables and somewhat off-beat clapping.

Watching Khonshu with Ru was something that never failed to soothe your worst of days, even if you were bemused by the development. The old bird had only grown more comfortable interacting with the baby, picking him up and toting him about on his narrow hip without any prompting on your part. He played games with him, too, but only if he thought that you weren’t paying attention or were in a different section of the apartment.

You weren’t certain how to feel about the odd way that the moon god reacted to every new milestone Ru surpassed—with equal parts troubled perplexity and apprehensive sobriety.

He has chewed that ring for hours and has produced enough saliva to drown in. What is he doing? Surely he realizes that it is inedible.

“He’s stimulating his gums—they’re probably sore. He’s starting to teethe. I need to start keeping them on rotation in the fridge to help numb the pain.”

It…hurts him?

“They call it ‘cutting teeth’ for a reason. They have to erupt from the gums. It’s not a fun time. He’ll probably start fussing about it soon enough—if you don’t want to listen to him whine, you don’t have to stick around for it.”

Khonshu did, though. He stayed even when Ru screamed at his lungs’ full capacity, clutching to your shirt with tears dripping from his eyes with the discomfort, crying until he tuckered himself out and faded into uneasy, fitful sleep. Khonshu hovered constantly at your back, beak tapered over your shoulder to observe with a fraught tension you couldn’t shake from rising the hairs on the nape of your neck. The only relief the baby seemed to get was when the lunar deity held him, his massive hands not quite engulfing the growing child as completely anymore—almost instantly Ru would cease his complaints, snuggling into Khonshu’s arms or chest as though nothing was bothering him but your soft-spoken conversations afterward.

Khonshu had mentioned before that he was able to heal Ru and had done so on enough occasions that you’d need both hands to count them. You certainly weren’t one to offer any sort of protest—trying to keep up with your son’s development was overwhelming at the very least. You cataloged every occasion studiously in his memory book, but even that still felt insufficient.

You were neck-deep in cooking supper on a stormy Friday evening when Ru reached ten months old, facing a full moon night that always caused the city—and the maternity ward/NICU in particular—to enter into inexplicable chaos. The benefit of this, you supposed, was that Khonshu’s powers grew to their full capacity and—in so doing—granted you more ease with which to deal with the, at times, utter buffoonery that would plague your efforts to keep the peace in the city. Your stamina, strength, and speed lasted longer, and you recovered faster.

You were cooking over the stove while you had music playing through a speaker, lending an ear to Ru under Khonshu’s watchful eye in the living room. The god had the babe engaged with colored blocks, although Ru was more in the mood to throw them at the deity than to build. Khonshu’s continual commentary on the infant’s inaccuracy and lack of strength had long since fallen into background noise—if he was calm, then you had nothing to worry about.

So it was the near deafening silence you only noticed once you turned off the burners to serve yourself a plate that alarmed you. You turned sharply on reflex to peer into the adjacent room, heart thrumming in alarm, but you accidentally bumped into the doorframe and grunted.

Don’t cause a racket, he is concentrating, Khonshu told you tartly.

Your brows shot up and your mouth dropped open. “I—why didn’t you say anything?!”

Your son looked over his shoulder at you, blinking as his pouted lips parted and he smiled with the two teeth that had emerged in the lower front of his mouth. He bobbed a bit, but Khonshu’s hands tightened around his forearms to hold him upright as he stood on unsteady feet upon the god’s thighs. Ru gurgled, eyes shining as he straightened up and bounced a little.

“Oh,” you breathed, slipping over the threshold to kneel at Khonshu’s side, “look at you, baby. Good job—you’re doing so well!”

Khonshu leaned back against the couch and cocked his beak. He has been attempting to stand all afternoon, but he requires assistance.

“That’s normal,” you murmured, reaching out for him. Khonshu wordlessly relinquished the babe as you hefted him by his sides to stand on your own knees. It took him a moment to regather his equilibrium, but Ru flapped his arms with a delighted squeal once he found it. “Oh, baby—you’re growing up so fast.”

Khonshu slouched to peer at Ru inquisitively, poking his rounded tummy with a spindly index finger. We shall work on your stance, he rumbled, so you are able to stand your ground.

You let out a wet chuckle, swiping your eye on the elbow of your sleeve as surreptitiously as you could manage. “You’re not going to teach my infant the fine art of combat right now.”

When do you propose I begin, then? The sooner he learns, the better.

“At least wait until he’s five,” you sighed, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards as Ru reached out to grab at the end of Khonshu’s beak with grasping, flexing fingers. “Then we can worry about him getting into fights at school, okay?”

Khonshu stiffened. …School?

“Yes? He’ll have to go eventually. He’ll start preschool in a couple of years.” You leaned in to nuzzle your son, grinning as he slobbered on your cheek. “But we don’t have to worry about that right now. We’ve got time, even if it feels like it’s going by so fast.”

Khonshu hummed, low and flat. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, but his rigid frame gave away little in the way of indicating his inner thoughts. You almost missed him being able to emote like he had at the Christmas party…but he hadn’t brought up his shapeshifting ability since, so you hadn’t tried to press him about it because he had looked uncomfortable for the majority of the night every time you’d looked at him for too long.

You are…all right with that? he ventured finally, caution couched in his tone.

“I have little choice in the matter,” you told him, “since I don’t possibly know how I could homeschool him with everything else I have to do every day. I’ve been researching some local private schools to see what the best options are, but Lizzie said she’d help me find one.”

But sending him away to be surrounded by people he doesn’t know— he started, then stopped.

You nudged his arm with your elbow just as Ru finally caught his beak and pulled it down slightly. “He’ll be okay. I fully intend to get a feeling for the teachers available before I make any final decisions. It’s a little scary, sure, but it’s a necessary part of growing up. I can’t always be there for him, unfortunately. But it starts off slow, thankfully, and I feel like he’s smart enough to keep up without effort—actually, I think he’ll get bored, but…”

…If you are certain, Khonshu acquiesced, although he didn’t sound pleased in the slightest.

You smothered a smile, deciding not to tease him about his evident worry. “Don’t worry, big guy. He has his mom who’s an avatar of an ancient god, his red-headed godmother, and you—which goes without explanation—to back him up. I don’t think we have anything to be scared of.”

You forget that I deal in the realm of the supernatural as well as that of mortals, Khonshu responded quietly.

“You’re letting yourself think about it too much,” you told him. “Thinking up worst-case scenarios only makes things worse, you know, and it doesn’t give you any more control of whatever’s going on. I had to learn that a long time ago.”

Khonshu turned his head to look at you, instead, and Ru let out an unhappy grunt when he lost his quarry. I would spare you from the knowledge of all the danger that lies out there, he murmured.

“We can cover it once it comes up,” you told him. “Like you said before, I don’t have to know everything. I think it would overwhelm me, honestly. As long as we don’t have an apocalypse knocking on our front door, I think we’ll be okay.”

Khonshu gave a curt nod and said no more on the matter.

“I know that look,” you told Lizzie, refilling her tea cup with the Earl Gray she’d brewed earlier to help quell her growing headache. You added the sugar and cream according to her taste since her hands were occupied, then sat across from her while glancing towards the window in the oven to check on the baking casserole. “How’s your mom?”

She had Ru standing on her lap while poking small slices of banana into his mouth to keep him distracted while you were bustling around the kitchen—she had just gotten home from work and had taken a call from one of her sisters on the commute, resulting in her low mood. You hadn’t wanted to bother her with the baby since she was tired, but she had bee-lined straight towards him claiming that there was no better cure for her ills.

Ru had gotten better at standing up in the last month, having little trouble in keeping his balance now unless the surface on which he stood was unstable—like your lap, or the cushioned furniture. He was totally enraptured by the fruit Lizzie was feeding him, grasping at her hands as though she was summoning the sweet treat out of thin air.

“Her dimensia’s getting worse,” Lizzie sighed, her normally well-kept curls a little frazzled from the humidity and her nervous habit of running her hands through her hair when stressed out. Normally the job didn’t bother her so badly, so you wondered if her boss had been an outstanding prick more than normal. “Saoirse wants to put her in a home, Lisa wants to bring her to her husband’s farm, but I think hiring a home health nurse would be best. She’s so attached to that house since Dad built it when they got married, I’d hate to see her part with it.”

“It’s a tough call to make,” you admitted, propping your jaw with your fist and watching her focus on Ru, “and I definitely don’t envy you. But my recommendation would be to get her established with someone so she can build a rapport before she starts to have more memory trouble. It’s just little things right now, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. She forgot to pay the water bill again and couldn’t understand why the meter got shut off. Saoirse checks on her over the weekends, but it’s not often enough in my opinion. She’s just having a harder time keeping up with stuff now.” Lizzie frowned and leaned Ru back to sit on the edge of the table so she could pass a hand through her hair with a sigh. “I’ve almost got half a mind to move back in with her.”

Your brows rose. Lizzie was one of the most dedicated people you knew when it came to pursuing her dream career. She’d fought tooth and nail to get the experience and record necessary to work for her current firm, and the thought of her forfeiting all the comforts that accompanied her position surprised you. You knew she had a closer relationship with her mother than her older sisters did, but you hadn’t realized before how worried she was for her.

“With your experience, there aren’t a whole lot of remote employers that wouldn’t hire you,” you offered. “You could get into transcription maybe—that way you could work from home, or wherever you end up. I know she likes to take road trips.”

“It’s just a thought. I’m not so sure I want to move all the way back to the countryside,” she responded wearily. “I’ll do some research on our options and keep an eye on her. I know it’ll only get worse from here, but…maybe it won’t happen as quickly as it does to others.”

“Maybe.” That hadn’t been one of your favorite topics to cover while in medical school, honestly, and one of the key points of why you hadn’t gone into psychiatrics. “Just know that I’ll help however I can. You know that.”

“Thanks. But enough about me—you mentioned you’ve been looking into preschools? It’s a little early, don’t you think?”

“I’m not looking to enroll him quite yet, I’m just trying to get a lay of the land. I want to get as much paperwork done preemptively so I won’t get as overwhelmed with it when the time comes. I want the best for him—I didn’t have a great primary education, and he’s already so smart. I don’t know that much about schools over here, though.”

Lizzie studied you for a moment, watching you ease back to your feet to check the oven. “You still don’t want to move back to the States?”

You raised a brow at her. “Do you want me to?”

“Heavens, no!” She placed a hand over her metaphorical pearls. “I just wondered if you’re still avoiding your parents.”

“Leave it to you to be so blunt,” you sighed, but you knew she was only concerned and intended no malice. “I’ve been talking to them, so it’s not like that. I just…they were right, and I should have listened to them. They’re not smug or anything, but I don’t know that I can face them. Not right now, at least.”

“It won’t hurt to wait until this little one could handle the trip better, anyway,” Lizzie added, giving him the last bit of banana. “And I would certainly hate to see you leave.”

“Besides,” you continued, leaning down and opening the door. Golden-brown on top—perfect. “I’ve got a good job. I’m saving up for a permanent home, and I’m throwing around the idea of moving out of central London to get away from all the noise. There are excellent resources at his disposal.” And you weren’t so sure what Khonshu would do if you decided to leave, either. Would he just follow you? You didn’t really want to think about the possibility that it might cause him to sever your…arrangement. (Although you did wonder if him growing so close to the both of you was part of the contract.) “I like it here, besides, and I’ve got you. I never had a lot of friends growing up, and I don’t know that I could handle missing you.”

Ru babbled, slapping insistently at Lizzie’s empty hands while you grabbed a hand towel, pulled the dish out of the oven, and set it on top of the stove. “Nothing wrong with that. It’s hard to uproot your entire life once, never mind twice and with a baby.”

You swiped the towel over your perspiring forehead, glancing towards the living room and realizing you’d left your own mug of tea on the coffee table. “Hang on, let me grab my drink.”

You stepped out of the room, but Ru’s incomprehensible string of noises caught on some familiar syllables. “Ma-ama! ‘Ama!”

“Oh my god!” Lizzie squealed as you whirled back into the kitchen. She was nearly bouncing in her seat, hands secured around the babe’s waist so he wouldn’t fall.

His face lit up when he spotted you. “Ma-ma!”

“Oh,” you breathed, tears springing up into your eyes. “Oh, Badru.” You picked him up and held him close, pressing a litany of kisses along his forehead. “Baby.”

Lizzie was positively beaming. “I’ve been working with him on that,” she claimed, “and I was starting to worry he’d never speak!”

“So now we focus on ‘auntie’,” you chuckled, sniffling quietly as your cheeks ached with the breadth of your smile. “Oh, I can’t handle it. You’re too sweet, Ru. My sweet boy.”

Your excitement, granting you an extra burst of energy unlike any magic Khonshu had ever imbued into the armor, bled through your entire shift at the hospital until you met up with him to start your patrol. You would almost dare to say that he was as pleasantly surprised by the good news as you were, if the warmth in his tone afterwards had suggested anything of the sort.

“Come on, baby. You can do it.”

“‘Ama!” Ru fussed, slapping the rug beneath him with no small amount of dissatisfaction. His frown was mighty, and almost enough to cause you to cave. But you had been working with him all month to start toddling—even if he couldn’t walk that well, and only took a few steps, you wanted him to start as early as possible. He was already hitting certain benchmarks early, and you wondered what all he could do with a little more encouragement.

“You’ve gotten so good at standing up by yourself,” you reminded him. “That’s the easy part. Can you at least do that for me?”

Ru was momentarily distracted by the pillow directly to his right and palmed the pale cashmere knit, part of the barricade you’d set up in case he fell. You sat against the base of the armchair adjacent to the couch, only about a yard away from your unhappy toddler. You’d shoved the coffee table to the other side of the sitting area, so he had almost the whole rug to himself. You’d negotiated with him for the past ten minutes to try again after the last failed attempt, but you felt that your offer for some ice cream as a reward was falling on deaf ears.

“Are you listening to me?”

He wasn’t, if him leaning down to tug the corner of the pillow up so he could chew on it was any indication. You sighed and dropped your face into your hands.

…What are you doing?

You jumped and looked over your shoulder at the lunar deity looming over the armchair, stooped to stare down at you with his staff held out from his flank. “Oh. Just…trying to see if I can get him to walk. He’s taken a step or two, but he’s being stubborn.”

And from whom could he have inherited that trait, I wonder? he mused.

“Oh, shut up.” You turned around to face him, crossing your legs underneath you and leaning back on your hands to meet his scrutinous gaze. “At least he’s tenacious.”

About things you would not prefer, correct? he responded.

“Yes. But maybe that will make it harder for others to push him around when he’s older. I was a bit too much of a doormat, and I don’t want him to get picked on like I was. Obviously I don't need him going around starting fights, but…I want him to be able to stand up for himself.”

Hmm. I think he will have little issue on that front with you as his mother. Khonshu tilted his skull to the side. You seem adept in how he thinks already.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

Khonshu gestured behind you.

You twisted to look where he indicated, then your mouth dropped open as you were met face-to-face with your boy. He let out a squeal, startled by your sudden movement, and toppled backwards—you caught him mid-fall, anchoring him and tugging him into your lap. You were in disbelief, mostly, processing what you hadn’t seen.

You studied Ru’s face for a long moment, seeing certain features with which you were all too familiar from looking in the mirror. You were so very proud of him, and thankful that you’d been able to have him regardless of the circumstances. You’d go through it all over again just so you could experience the marvel that was him growing and learning. You hugged him close.

He holds much affection for you, Khonshu murmured, observing the pair of you thoughtfully. I…did not realize how early he would start to develop such thoughts, albeit remarkably simplistic.

“I hold much affection for him, too.” You kissed the crown of your son’s head, easing to your feet and bouncing him a little on your hip. “I promised him some celebratory ice cream. Do you want some?”

That is unnecessary.

“That doesn’t answer my question. Do you want some?”

…No. Thank you.

“Suit yourself.” You shrugged a shoulder as you slipped Ru into his booster seat. “I promise you that it’s better than those cookies I made, though.”

Khonshu grunted in disbelief, leaning against the partition between the kitchen and the living room and watching you step over to open the freezer. You pulled out the carton of double chocolate and pried it open before you grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and returned to the table. You sat in front of the boy and slipped some into his mouth. His eyes lit up and he gurgled excitedly, licking his lips and slapping the tray in front of him.

“Yeah,” you responded brightly with a smile. “That’s the good stuff, isn’t it?”

…You understand that he will be more difficult to manage now, right?

“Of course. But it’s a natural consequence of growing.” You took a bite for yourself, grinned around the spoon when Ru let out a disgruntled noise and slapped at your elbow, and offered him another. “I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to. I’ll miss carrying him around, sure, but…maybe if I work harder I can still pick him up even as he gets heavier.”

If he continues to eat like that, it will pose a challenge.

“He’s a growing boy!” you defended, smothering your chuckle to cast a faux frown towards the lunar deity. “And I think he’s earned a treat.”

At this rate, any accomplishment he makes will be rewarded.

“And it’s well-deserved.” You paused, then slumped against the back of the chair. “I…I’m just glad we’ve gotten this far.”

Khonshu cocked his head at you.

“I almost lost him,” you said quietly, heart squeezing with the recollection of feeling so helpless, listless, on the verge of catatonia but only focused on the babe trapped within you. You smoothed your free hand over his head on reflex, soothed by the texture of his hair against your palm. “I might not even be here if not for you, and I don’t even know if he would’ve made it or not if I had…you know. I wonder sometimes what would’ve happened if you hadn’t showed up when you did. I think about how lucky I was that you found me. And…I’m grateful. I’m so grateful—to you, and Liz, and Ru—for all keeping me going. I owe all of you everything.” You looked up at Khonshu through your lashes, face warming. “I owe you everything.”

That seemed to make him uncomfortable, as he shifted his weight and brought both hands to grip his staff, leaning into its haft and bringing the crescent before his head to hide the majority of his unyielding face.

…It was only per our agreement, he responded finally.

“You saving my life to start with wasn’t,” you pointed out gently. “I just want you to know I’m thankful that you’re in my life, too. You’ve helped me so much without me even asking, and I could never repay you for it all. Ru’s happy and healthy in part because of you.”

Khonshu stiffened, just slightly, but it was enough that you noticed. Very well.

You shook your head with a fond smile. “To be such a conceited god, you sure have a problem taking compliments.”

And just like that, it seemed like a switch was flipped—he straightened, pressed his shoulders back, and raised his voice to his usual lofty tone. It is only reasonable to give credence to your patron, he told you haughtily, but there was a lingering softness to his voice that told you he was putting on airs. It is about time that you acknowledge the work I’ve done.

“Mmhmm.” You rolled your eyes and returned your attention to your fussy son. “Maybe I need to try popping that ego again—I like you better when you’re sweet and quiet.”

And yet you continue to converse with me.

“You’re all I’ve got,” you confessed, effectively shutting him up. “You and Liz. Like I said, I owe you a lot. Even if we’re…whatever we are on paper, you’re still important to me. To Ru. You’re…well. You’re my friend. Maybe that’s weird.”

Khonshu, as still as the statues that the ancients had painstakingly chiseled and carved from the finest of stone, tightened his grip on his staff. You heard the wood creak quietly.

“I can take it back if it bothers you that much,” you added, voice lowering with embarrassment at his lack of reply. “I don’t guess you’d like to be reduced to something so trivial after you’ve been a god in the eyes of humanity for so long. I shouldn’t have said anything—”

I possess few friends, Khonshu interrupted softly.

You clicked your mouth shut, watching his body language relax into something unguarded and…vulnerable, almost. It reminded you of him at the party, shoulders high around his mandible as though expecting a blow—except that you didn’t have anthropomorphic facial features to try to decipher the intricacies of the emotions playing in the back of his mind. The almost nervous drumming of his fingers on the hilt of his staff was telling enough, though.

“I can’t imagine why,” you told him. “You’re incredibly loyal. I thought you were going to snap Kyle’s neck.”

His back curved forward as he leaned towards you slightly. I would have, had you asked.

You blinked. “I…don’t doubt it. But that’s unnecessary—he hit on one of the ER doctor’s wives after you chased him off and finally got fired. Even the board wasn’t going to play with assault charges on his behalf. Now that’s karma at its finest.” You paused, chewing on the inside of your lip as you gave Ru more ice cream. “You take painstaking care of us, too—even if you’re a bit of a mother hen sometimes. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone other than Liz that’s so concerned about us.”

…I can’t have you unwell, he replied lamely.

You bit your cheek to withhold your smile. “Of course. Thank you anyway.”

He huffed, but he retained his open posture. You are welcome, Sri mewt.

He is one year old.

The statement almost sounded like a question. You turned your head to look over your shoulder at the moon god looming over you in the darkened doorway. He hadn’t been there a moment prior, seemingly summoned by you flicking the lights off in Ru’s room now that he had finally fallen asleep.

The boy had seemed to sense that the day was a special occasion, as he’d kept you on your toes with all his boundless energy. You and Liz had taken him to an aquarium, which he had loved, and you had bought him an octopus plush to go along with his most beloved raven. He now had both of them under each arm, tucked under the blanket in which you’d brought him home from the hospital what felt simultaneously like a whole lifetime yet a mere day ago.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

So inconsequential, in the grand manner of things, he mused, low and—dare you say it—wistful. Millions are born in a millennium. Time eventually will claim them. And yet…

“Feeling nostalgic tonight?” you murmured, smiling softly up at him.

Only contemplating the plight of man’s ephemerality, he returned evenly. You are born and you die in such a short amount of years—you accomplish so little in your lifetimes, and yet you laud the temporality and fragility of your lives. It has always puzzled me.

“Not all species live thousands of years like yours does,” you pointed out. “Frankly, I’d be terrified to live for that long. I’m afraid I would go crazy having experienced everything at some point, with nothing else to see or do.”

Khonshu lowered his beak to gaze directly at you instead of the crib that housed your slumbering son. I can assure you, he rumbled, that five thousand years is insufficient to experience all that life has to offer. I still learn daily things I never would have expected.

You raised a brow, lips tugging up into a grin. “At least you’re not bored. I’m glad that we entertain you, at least.”

He scoffed. You do far more than entertain me.

“Annoy you, then. I’m sure you just love spending your free time babysitting.”Badru is…intriguing, he admitted. I have little experience interacting with human children. I have learned much about your people merely by observation that I did not know before through my avatars. And I am…grateful, to have been afforded the opportunity.

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