#( &&. — ft. zara. )

[wysteriiaa]

I've made another keyframes oc. Meet Zara Blackman.

She is a side character, and Jade's roomie. She is a cosplayer too.

[heath-morgan]

@zaraxkumar

location: the terrace

overcrowded and chaotic, the bar was the predictable bottleneck, where impatient patrons jostled for the attention of overworked bartenders. heath, however, wasn’t the waiting type. with an audacious ease that turned heads, he slipped behind the counter, bypassing the line entirely. his hands moved with precision as he reached for a tumbler, dropping a sugar cube inside, before soaking it with a few generous dashes of angostura bitters. a quick muddle, a splash of water, and he added two cubes of ice, the sound crisp against the glass. the bourbon came next, poured with steady ease until the amber liquid shimmered just beneath the rim. he finished with a slice of orange peel, twisted tight before placing it inside the glass.

“zara, here!” the man called out, his voice rising above the hum of the crowd. he leaned casually against the bar, holding the old fashioned with a confidence that suggested he’d made hundreds before. his eyes found her easily, and a grin curled his lips as she turned "what’ll ya have, darlin’? ain’t no sense waitin’ in that line when i can fix it up right here" he added, tone smooth but playful

[autumnwritcs]

closed starter for ;; @not-museing-around

When Zara didn't answer a text, Knox didn't think any of it, he attributed it to her being busy, either with the club, her clothes-making or literally anything; he didn't bother her until the next day, and once again, didn't hear back from her. Trying one last time a third day and getting the same result, Knox understood the unsaid message clearly; Zara didn't want to see him. The question was, why? He thought things were good between them, casual sex, nice conversations in between; if he was honest to himself, he liked her quite a lot but wasn't necessarily going to pursue something Zara wasn't interested in. So he settled with their regular meetings. After a whole week of silence, Knox thought of clearing the air between them in person, so he waited outside the club where she worked, leaning against his motorbike, a cigarette dangling in his fingers, he blew smoke as he saw her walking out and knowing her past with other men, Knox lifted his hands up. "I'm here in peace, just want to ask you something and then I'll leave, I promise."

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @burninhecrt

"there's  always  room  for  dresses."  it  will  always  and  forever  be  one  of  ivy's  mottos  in  life.  of  course,  being  rich  beyond  what  most  people  could  always  dream  of  and  never  having  to  worry  about  money  contributes  to  that  belief.  "you  do!  i  would  know  —  i  work  with  the  prettiest  people  wearing  the  most  beautiful  clothes."  she  isn't  only  saying  it  as  just  a  friend,  either.  nonetheless,  she  is  the  best  person  that  zara  could  have  dragged  along,  considering  that  she'll  always  be  the  best  person  to  hype  someone  up  when  they  need  it.  holding  zara  by  the  shoulders,  she  turns  the  woman  to  the  mirror.  "look,  the  colour  looks  so  good  matched  with  your  eyes.  it's  practically  made  for  you."

[b4dluck]

               ›        CLOSED  STARTER        /        @sunflowerswriting  .

               "     this  hour  was  often  noah’s  preferred  one  to  go  to  the  laundromat   —   less  people  ,  less  noise  ,  always  vacant  machines  .  more  frequently  than  not  they  found  themselves  alone  in  there  ,  calm  soaking  their  bones  ,  with  no  rush  to  do  anything  ,  silent  enough  for  them  to  sit  back  and  enjoy  whatever  their  current  read  was  under  the  steady  noise  of  the  washing  machine  .  and  maybe  ,  just  maybe  ,  that  was  the  reason  for  their  surprise  the  moment  they  entered  ,  basket  of  dirty  clothes  sharp  against  their  hip  ,  and  spotted  her  .  and  oh  ,  fuck  ,  she  was  gorgeous  ,  so  if  they  stared  for  a  bit  ,  in  silence  ,  standing  frozen  like  a  brainless  vase  of  a  human  …  then  nobody  could  blame  them  .  recovering  from  the  impression  ,  they  walked  serenely  to  their  preferred  washing  machine  ,  still  warm  from  previous  use  ,  and  they  smirked  at  the  coincidence  ,  the  gesture  growing  wider  at  the  sigh  that  received  them  when  they  opened  the  circular  door  .  unabashedly  ,  they  took  the  garment  between  right  and  forefinger  and  turned  around  with  it  in  the  air  .     "  is  this  ,  uhm  …  modest  underwear  yours  by  chance ?  "     they  inquired  ,  mockingly  ,  feigned  respect  lost  in  the  way  their  eyes  twinkled  and  their  smirk  turned  one  corner  of  their  mouth  up  .

[nilson-news-blogger]

PLUTÓNIO, GSON & REGULA - LEVITAR (Ft. T-REX, ZARA G, WAZE, LON3R JOHNY & LHAST)

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[zara-ivanova]

location: ravenclaw common room who: aurora byrne; @aurora-byrne

Zara was pissed she had to leave Durmstrang in her final year. And to go where? Hogwarts? Child's play. Durmstrang was where the strong went, the mysterious, the hardened wixen. She refused to let Hogwarts make her weak. She would do all she could to hold on to the values she learned there. Fuck Hogwarts.

And now she had to be chauffeured around the school by some girl in her fellow house? Ravenclaw. Psh. And this girl? Too much. Just looking at her was too much. Freckles everywhere -- never a good sign. Zara loved her alabaster skin and its perfection. Anything on it would be a catastrophe and now here comes this girl with imperfections all over her. It was bad enough that the two had to live with one another but to be taken around the school by her was sure to be a nightmare.

As the gap closed between the two girls, Zara's eyes narrowed. She wasn't going to make it easy on Aurora. -- as if she would make it easy on anyone. She just stared, saying nothing with her mouth but her eyes pierced so hard as to say fuck you loud and clear.

[belamcandas]

@alkaliineee where: dante's studio

dante's friendship with zara was not only collaborative, but also comforting. of course, dante wasn't at the same scale of fame that zara was in, but in the end, the two understood what it was like to have paparazzi stick their nose in your business, when dante thinks about how much of his personal life was leaked back then it just brings them pain. and they were tired of pain. "alright," dante hops over the couch with an expensive bottle of champagne. "i know it's a couple of days late from your release but i figured since we're here and i keep this for special occasions we might as well have a glass before we mess around the studio. or we don't have to do anything at all." dante says with a smile and shrug. music was meant to be fun, considering zara's work regime, they would understand if she just wanted rest.

[seolinah]

closed for @sunflowerswriting // this plot ft. priscilla + muse of your choice

Priscilla let out a sigh, rolling her eyes as she eventually relented. The things she was willing to do simply because it was them. She only wished that they didn't insist on dragging her along to these random events. "Alright,  okay—I'll go with you to this.  But I can’t promise there won’t be mild complaining." Another sigh left her lips. "I swear, this is the last time you convince me to go with you to one of these things."

[heath-morgan]

@zaraxkumar

location: ice skating rink

the crisp december air nipped at heath’s face as he crouched by willa, adjusting the strap of her skate for what felt like the fifth time. she bounced impatiently, her breath forming tiny clouds in the cold "you don’t need to check it again! i’m fine!” she insisted, her voice carrying the determined tone he’d grown used to. heath smirked, tugging her scarf snug around her neck before letting her go, watching as she toddled toward the rink, her arms outstretched for balance. his heart clenched as she stepped onto the ice, her small frame navigating the smooth surface with more courage than grace.

standing back near the barrier, heath stuffed his hands into his coat pockets, his gaze fixed on willa skating alongside zara’s daughter. the holiday lights reflected in his eyes as he shifted his stance, the crunch of snow under his boots grounding him "please tell me ya know how to ice skate" the man said to zara, looking at her direction briefly "ya know, just in case we need to get out there and keep up with the gals"

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @ravegrls

minjun  has  agonised  for  days,  if  not  weeks,  over  what  to  do  moving  forward.  but  every  time  he  thinks  he's  made  up  his  mind,  the  sight  of  her  features  clouded  with  sadness  makes  him  hesitate.  here  he  stands  again,  tongue-tied  and  uncertain,  unsure  of  his  next  move.  "it's  not  your  fault  —  not  just  your  fault,  anyway."  would  it  make  it  better  if  he  places  all  the  blame  on  his  own  shoulders?  would  it  ease  her  hurt?  to  watch  as  tears  pool  in  her  eyes  makes  him  feel  like  the  worst  person  on  earth  and  maybe  he  is.  "but  something  hasn't  been  working  in  a  while,  and  deep  down,  we  both  know  this."

[nilson-news-blogger]

LORENA KBA ft. APOLLO G , ZARA G ,VADO MKA e CAGE ONE - ASFALTO QUENTE (REMIX)

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[heath-morgan]

the way her gaze lingered on the window, paired with the soft drop in her voice, pulled at something in him. heath knew that tone too well, the weight behind it, the effort it took to hold things back. he’d spent enough of his life swallowing his own worries to recognize when someone else was doing the same. pushing her to speak wasn’t in his nature, trust, he believed, had to be earned and never forced.

still, there was something about her choosing to ride with him that meant more than he let on. most people wouldn’t so much as slide into the passenger seat of his car, let alone climb onto the back of his bike "believe me, i ain’t ‘bout to put ya in no risky spot. learned early on, blood ain’t the only thin’ that makes family…and shoot, ya’re family to me, no doubt ‘bout it"

without thinking much of it, he reached for her hand, giving it a slow, reassuring squeeze "it’s a real honor to have ya ridin’ pillion" he added with a grin "ain’t nobody better company, and i’ll be damned if ‘nyone else could look as downright badass sittin’ on a harley like ya do" there was a playful glint in his eye as he lifted his cup, finishing the last sip of coffee "and just so we’re clear, this here ain’t just ‘bout bike rides. any kinda adventure ya’re hankerin’ for, any time ya want a partner, just sign me in"

the man set the empty cup aside, stretching, almost feeling the road calling his name "well, whenever ya’re ready, we’ll head out to the highway" heath said, tossing her a wink "and who knows, maybe teachin’ ya to ride that bike yerself is somethin’ we’ll get to. maybe a lon’ term plan? but hell, it’s one i’m real lookin’ forward to"

Zara’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile, the kind that held a mix of mischief and calm confidence. “Bumper cars, huh?” she teased, shaking her head lightly. “Sounds like you’re already prepping for an excuse to blame me.”

She let her gaze drift to the window for a second, a flicker of nostalgia passing through her before she brought it back to him. “I’ve been on one, yeah. Once. Years ago.” Her voice turned quieter, more thoughtful. “Wasn’t nearly as dramatic as with you, obviously. But it stuck with me. The hum of the engine, the wind—felt like the kind of freedom you don’t get twice.”

Her tone shifted again, playful but steady, nudging at his caution with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I didn’t mean no helmet like no helmet, Heath. I meant... I trust you. That’s all.” She looked down at her hands, then back up at him, more certain now. “And maybe I just really wanted to see what it felt like again." She didn't continue and tell Heath how really she needed that feeling of utter freedom to break free from the mental shackles she'd adorned herself with.

[hameesstuff]

"What Love Built"

Pairing: Husband! Jaehyun x Wife! Reader ft. 3 y/o daughter

Themes: Fluff, Soft domestic moments, Angst, Assault, Groping (?), Violence.

Word count: ~3.1k

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“Don’t twist my words, Jaehyun.”

Your voice trembled, but not from fear—from the way your heart cracked open mid-sentence.

He stood in the hallway, jaw clenched, keys already in hand. “I’m not twisting anything. I’m just tired of feeling like I’m always the bad guy in this marriage.”

“You’re not the bad guy,” you whispered. “You’re just… never here anymore.”

That last sentence lingered. Heavy.

He didn’t respond. Just shoved the door open and left. The slam echoed like thunder in your chest.

It was late when he came home.

Exhausted. Still angry. Maybe even guilty.

But the moment he walked in, the apartment was quiet—except for the soft giggles of a little girl.

He stepped out of his shoes and walked toward the living room.

There you were. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, hair messy, wearing his old hoodie. Laughing.

Zara was in your lap, her small hands clapping with joy as you bounced her gently.

“Faster, mommy! Faster!”

You were smiling. The kind of smile he hadn’t seen in days. The kind that hurt him now.

And then Zara spotted him.

“Daddy!” she squealed, slipping off your lap and waddling toward him on chubby legs. “You came home!”

He knelt and scooped her up into his arms, burying his face in her neck. She smelled like strawberries and baby shampoo.

When he looked up, your eyes were already on him. No words. Just soft, unreadable eyes.

“I shouldn’t have left like that,” he finally said, voice low.

You didn’t answer. Just gave him a sad little smile and got up from the floor to head toward the kitchen.

But before you could pass him, his hand caught your wrist gently.

“Can we talk? Please. After she falls asleep.”

The house was quiet. Zara was fast asleep, and the night wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. You stood by the bedroom window, arms crossed, lost in thought until you heard the soft creak of the door behind you.

Jaehyun stepped in slowly, like he didn’t want to disturb the stillness between you.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there. Tired eyes. Wrinkled shirt. The same look he wore when the world had asked too much of him, and he gave it anyway.

You walked over wordlessly.

His shoulders were tense as you reached up and gently tugged at his tie. He didn’t stop you. Just stared at you, chest rising and falling like he was holding back every word.

The tie slipped free.

Your fingers moved next to the top button of his shirt, undoing it softly. Then the next. And the next.

He swallowed.

“I hated seeing you walk out like that today,” you said, voice low. “But I hated how angry we both sounded more.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I’ve been carrying it all day. The guilt.”

You reached up, brushing his hair back with your fingers, letting them linger at his temple. His eyes fluttered closed.

“I thought about you,” he said. “And Zara. And how I keep letting work turn me into someone I promised I’d never become.”

You nodded slowly, thumb still stroking his cheek. “You’re not that man, Jaehyun. But when you shut down like that… it hurts. We don’t need perfect. We just need you here. Really here.”

He leaned forward, forehead resting against yours.

“I want to do better,” he said. “I’ll leave earlier. I’ll turn off my phone more. I’ll take Zara to school in the mornings again. I just… I need you to believe that I still want this.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight.

“I do,” you murmured. “But I need you to show it, not just say it.”

He pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair. “I love you. God, I love you so much.”

You stood like that for a long time—no noise, no more arguing, just the soft, steady rhythm of two hearts remembering what it feels like to be held.

Then you pulled back slightly and smiled. “Tomorrow, you’re wearing that pink paper crown.”

He grinned, eyes glassy. “Yes, ma’am.”

Later that night…

The bedroom lights were dim, moonlight slipping through the curtains as you lay on the bed, Jaehyun beside you in just his undershirt and sweats. His arm was draped over your waist, fingertips tracing light circles on your lower back beneath your shirt.

“I missed this,” he murmured. “Just… being near you.”

You looked up at him, brushing your hand through his hair again, letting it fall softly across his forehead. “You can’t keep missing it, Jaehyun. It’s ours. You just have to choose it.”

His eyes held yours. “I will. Every day. Even the hard ones.”

He leaned down, lips brushing your cheek first, then your jaw—slow, not demanding. Just love. You tilted your face and let your noses touch, your breaths mingling, the kiss that followed tender and grounding. The kind that wasn’t about passion but about home.

When you pulled back, his fingers curled around yours between your chests.

“I want to slow down,” he said. “Start savoring things again.”

You smiled. “Like breakfast with your girls?”

He chuckled, a deep, sleepy sound. “Especially that.”

The next morning…

The smell of waffles filled the kitchen.

You were at the stove flipping the last batch, hair pulled up messily, when you heard little feet run down the hallway.

“Mommy! Is Daddy still sleeping?”

Before you could answer, Jaehyun appeared in the doorway—hair tousled, eyes still warm with sleep… and the pink paper crown perched slightly crooked on his head.

Zara gasped. “You wore it! You remembered!”

Jaehyun crouched down and opened his arms. “Of course. You made me royalty, remember?”

She sprinted into his arms with a squeal, and he lifted her up, spinning her once. “Queen Zara and her royal daddy, ready for breakfast.”

You turned, leaning against the counter with a soft laugh. “What about me?”

Zara clapped. “You’re the heart queen!”

Jaehyun walked over and kissed your cheek with Zara still in his arms. “Perfect. The real ruler of this house.”

You all sat at the table together—Zara nibbling her waffle while you fed her pieces of fruit, Jaehyun sneaking glances at you between bites like he still couldn’t believe he got to be here.

Then, when Zara got syrup all over her face and started giggling uncontrollably, you reached to wipe it off—but Jaehyun beat you to it.

“Got it,” he said gently, dabbing her nose. “Messy girls are my favorite.”

You smiled at him, and for a moment, nothing needed to be said.

His hand found yours under the table, fingers lacing quietly.

No grand gestures. No loud apologies.

Just soft mornings, warm hands, and the sound of your daughter’s laughter in a house that finally felt like home again.

The Party

The backyard was buzzing with chatter—laughter, clinking glasses, soft music playing under string lights. It was one of Jaehyun’s cousin’s engagement parties, and everyone was here. You held Zara’s hand tightly as you walked through the garden, smiling and nodding politely at extended family members.

Jaehyun had disappeared inside for a quick work call, but he promised he’d be right back.

Zara had been a little shy all evening, clinging to your leg and hiding her face in your skirt. But one of Jaehyun’s older cousins—Minhyuk—crouched down beside her with a playful smile.

“Hey, little bean,” he grinned. “Come play with your big cousin.”

You were hesitant, but Zara looked up at you with questioning eyes.

“It’s okay, baby,” you said gently. “Just for a little bit. Mommy will be right here.”

Minhyuk took her hand and led her to the grassy corner where a few other kids were playing. You watched them from a distance, keeping your eye on Zara, trusting Jaehyun’s family just enough to blink.

But then something shifted.

You saw Zara squirming in Minhyuk’s arms as he held her too tightly—tickling her under her arms even as she twisted away.

Her laugh quickly turned into a cry. Then a full sob.

You were up in an instant.

“Zara?” you called out, heart already thudding.

Minhyuk stood there, confused, arms still wrapped around her as she cried hard into his shoulder.

“She’s just being dramatic,” he said dismissively. “She was laughing a second ago—”

“She’s crying now,” you cut him off sharply, pulling her away from him. She clung to you, body shaking, red-faced and breathless from the crying. “She said stop, and you didn’t listen.”

Minhyuk raised an eyebrow like it was nothing. “She’s a toddler. They all cry over—”

“She’s not a toy,” you snapped.

And before he could respond, Jaehyun’s voice rang out behind him.

“What the hell happened?”

Minhyuk turned casually. “She got scared. I was just playing with her. She’s fine.”

Jaehyun’s eyes immediately went to Zara—her tear-streaked cheeks, the way her arms clung tight around your neck, the way her body tensed when she saw Minhyuk again.

Jaehyun stepped closer.

“You made my daughter cry,” he said, voice cold and low.

Minhyuk scoffed. “Relax, Jaehyun. She’s a kid—she needs to toughen up anyway.”

And that was it.

Jaehyun’s jaw clenched, his fist curling at his side.

“Toughen up? You don’t touch a child like that. If she says no, it means no. It doesn’t matter if she’s three or thirty. If she cries, you let go.”

“She was laughing—”

“I don’t give a fuck if she was doing cartwheels,” Jaehyun snapped. “You don’t manhandle my daughter and then act like she’s the problem. What the hell is wrong with you?”

People started turning. The air went still.

You gently rubbed Zara’s back and whispered, “Let’s go, baby,” before walking toward the car—tears still wet on her cheeks.

Behind you, Jaehyun’s voice cut again, sharp as a knife:

“You ever lay a hand on her again, I swear to God—cousin or not—I won’t just be talking next time.”

The car ride was silent at first, except for the gentle hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from the backseat.

You sat in the passenger seat, turned slightly toward Zara as she clutched her bunny plush and rubbed her eyes, worn out from the crying.

Jaehyun’s hands were tight on the steering wheel. Knuckles white. Jaw clenched. He hadn’t said a word since storming out of the party and opening the door for you both. But you saw the guilt. It sat on him like a weight.

Halfway home, he finally broke the silence.

“Is she okay?” His voice was low. Rough.

You looked back at Zara. “She’s calming down.”

“I should’ve been there.” His grip tightened. “I should’ve never left her alone like that.”

You reached over and gently placed your hand on his thigh. “You didn’t know. Neither of us did.”

“But I should’ve,” he muttered. “I let someone in my own family hurt her. That makes me sick.”

Zara’s tiny voice broke through from the backseat.

“Daddy?”

His eyes darted to the rearview mirror. “Yeah, baby?”

She paused. “You were mad.”

His voice softened instantly. “Not at you, angel. Never at you.”

She looked down, hugging her bunny tighter.

“I didn’t like it when he held me tight,” she whispered. “It made my tummy hurt.”

Jaehyun had to pull over.

He parked the car, turned around in his seat, and reached his hand back to her. “Zara,” he said, voice cracking, “thank you for telling me that. I’m so, so sorry that happened.”

She took his hand, small fingers wrapping around his.

“I’ll never let anyone do that to you again. Ever. Doesn’t matter if it’s family, a stranger, anyone. You come to me, okay? You tell me. I’ll always believe you.”

She nodded, tears welling again—but these were different. Calmer. Safer.

“And if someone makes you feel scared again,” he added gently, “you don’t have to smile or pretend it’s okay. You can yell. You can say stop. You can cry. Mommy and I will always be there.”

You turned in your seat, reaching back to brush her hair behind her ear. “You’re the bravest girl I know,” you whispered.

Zara gave a sleepy smile. “Can we watch cartoons when we get home?”

Jaehyun exhaled a soft laugh. “Only if I get to sit between my girls.”

The apartment was still and quiet, Zara tucked between you and Jaehyun on the couch, her soft breaths rising and falling like tiny waves.

Cartoons hummed low in the background, forgotten.

She had finally fallen asleep—safe, warm, loved.

Jaehyun leaned down and kissed her temple, tucking a blanket over her legs. But as she shifted slightly, her little shirt lifted just enough for something red to peek out beneath it.

At first, it didn’t register.

But when Jaehyun reached to adjust her shirt and it lifted further—he stopped breathing.

You turned to ask what was wrong, only to follow his stare—and that’s when your heart cracked.

A red handprint. Faint, but unmistakable.

Right over her tummy.

Like someone had gripped her there.

You covered your mouth, your voice catching in your throat. “No…”

Your eyes watered instantly. It wasn’t just the mark—it was the fear that must’ve come with it. The confusion in her cries earlier. The way she had sobbed into your chest, unable to find the words.

You started to cry softly, your hand gently smoothing her hair as your other covered her belly like you could hide it from the world.

Jaehyun stood up silently.

You barely recognized his face. His jaw was locked so tight it looked painful. His eyes—stone cold. Not just anger, but something far darker. Protective rage.

“Stay with her,” he said, voice hollow.

“Jaehyun…” You stood, grabbing his arm. “Please. Don’t—”

But he was already gone.

Twenty minutes later – Back at the party

Laughter and champagne still filled the backyard like nothing had happened.

Until Jaehyun stormed through the crowd.

All eyes turned as he walked straight to Minhyuk, who stood near the drinks table, laughing with relatives.

Minhyuk turned, smirking slightly. “Back already—?”

Jaehyun didn’t speak.

He grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the stone column behind him. Glasses clattered. People screamed.

“You left a mark on my daughter,” Jaehyun growled, every word like a blade. “You grabbed her so hard she cried herself to sleep.”

“What the hell are you talking ab—”

Before he could finish, Jaehyun punched him. Hard. Square in the jaw.

Minhyuk dropped to the ground like dead weight, clutching his face.

The crowd gasped.

Jaehyun didn’t stop.

He yanked him up by the front of his shirt. “You think it’s funny now, huh? Playing rough with kids? Leaving bruises on toddlers?”

“Jaehyun—stop!” one of the uncles shouted, rushing forward.

Jaehyun shoved him back with a glare. “Don’t touch me. None of you said a damn thing when she cried. None of you noticed. But I did.”

Minhyuk groaned on the ground, blood now trickling from his lip.

“You don’t touch my daughter again. You don’t look at her again. You don’t come near my wife. You’re done. You hear me?” Jaehyun spat the words like venom. “I swear to God, next time I won’t just use my fists.”

Then he turned and stormed out—fists still clenched, chest heaving.

Back home

You looked up when the front door slammed.

Jaehyun walked in, shaking, knuckles raw and red. He paused at the edge of the living room when he saw you still holding Zara in your lap, your cheeks tear-streaked.

“She’s okay,” you whispered, voice trembling. “She’s sleeping.”

He collapsed beside you on the floor and rested his forehead against her little leg, body folding under the weight of it all.

You placed a hand on the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him from hurting her,” he whispered. “But I made sure he’ll never do it again.”

And in that quiet, heavy moment—you didn’t need to say anything more.

Zara was safe.

And Jaehyun would burn the world to keep it that way.

Epilogue:

As Zara dozed in her stroller, her sparkly ears slipping sideways and a plush Olaf tucked under her arm, you and Jaehyun walked slowly behind her, hands clasped loosely. The glow of the castle lit his features in soft gold, his eyes locked on yours like you were the only magic that mattered tonight.

He stopped you by a quiet lamppost, leaning in close as the music from the parade faded behind you. “You looked beautiful today,” he murmured, brushing your hair from your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Even with Mickey-shaped popcorn stuck to your shirt.”

You laughed softly, heart fluttering, and leaned into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. “Thank you,” you whispered, “for making this day so special for her. For me.”

Jaehyun pressed a kiss to your temple, then another to your jaw—lingering, slow. “You gave me everything,” he whispered against your skin. “I’m just trying to give you a little back.”

And under the sparkle of fairy lights and fading fireworks, with your daughter dreaming peacefully nearby, you kissed your husband like it was the first time—soft, slow, and full of the quiet promise that this love… was forever.

The End.

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[portgasdbru]

Dad!One Piece Men

how I think op men would name their children ft. law, ace, luffy, zoro, sabo, sanji, usopp, kid

part 2 with others characters

• Law

Trafalgar D. Lea

Trafalgar D. Cora

• Ace

Portgas D. Aisa

Portgas D. Ann

• Luffy

Monkey D. Arie

Monkey D. Skye

Monkey D. Luna

• Zoro

Roronoa Zion

Roronoa Zara

• Sabo

Khai

Lisa

• Sanji

Vinsmoke Louie & Vinsmoke Rosie (twins)

Vinsmoke Daisy

• Usopp

Ravi

Ruda

• Kid

Eustass Rocky

Eustass Vicky

[downbadhq]

"we can go back to laying down later, but first food. how about mcdonald's? everyone loves mcdonald's, right?"

"yes, i definitely can, my bed is super comfortable . . . what kind of food were you thinking ? it has to be worth it."