#and now he has to live without both of them. and carry on both their dreams on top of everything else

[arthurmorganrp]

"Nah, Ashe didn't tell me, I assumed you couldn't read because how you looked at my journal at the saloon, you losed so damn confused, it was adorable-" Arthur shut up- he didn't mean to say it- and that had been the last phrase that came from him before he went to the cabin.

"I don't think nothing, Cass." Arthur's tone was....weird. It was almost as if he was someone else. All serious. He left Cass talking to the lady, took a bag and started to fill it with all the money and jewels he could find. "And ya even know if she can ride? And if she goes alone, what if another one of these bastards show up on their way back here? What if there was more of them." He seemed brute and violent and he robbed the place, searching the drawers and chests he could find. "It's a gang hideout, Cass, there has to be more of them."

He sighed, finally finding a clean sheet folded in a drawer. "Come here, ma'am. Easy now. I'll take you home, where do you live?"

Cole was right, no way she would trust a man ever again, but even so, Arthur seemed to want to trample any logic that didn't involve getting that poor young woman home. "I...don't wanna know I'm taking her home. Playing hero...? For real...? I just killed five bastards in cold blood."

She took the knife back, holding it down with both her hands, slowly raising it and pressing it against Arthur's throat, but without hurting him, he kept his hands up, holding the sheet. 'C...can I keep holding it like this? Can I keep holding it??' The woman asked and Arthur just nodded as he wrapped the sheet around her. 'I live in a small town not very far...there's a road through the woods, north from here.' He allowed the woman to keep the knife against his neck the whole time, if it would make her feel a bit safer. The confusion and fear in her eyes, so scared but having to trust the murderer in order to have a chance. 'Please don't leave me here, I can't even look at them.' She tried to walk, but her legs were shaking so hard, she was so sore and hurt. Arthur then just picked her up in his arms and took her outside, she kept holding the knife with her shaky hands against his neck, his eyes full of hope and fear, both emotions fighting each other. Due to her shaky hands, she cut Arthur's throat a little, so superficial, but it bled, and she dropped the knife, realizing she didn't want to harm him, and he wasn't reacting. 'I live with my mom...'

"Come on, let's go, I'll take you home." He went up the stairs carrying her and helped the woman sit on the saddle, and soon he followed. "What's your name?"

She said Laura, and then curled against Arthur's chest, closing her eyes, as if accepting whatever fate she was destined to reach.

Arthur turned to Cole adjusting his hat. "I'm taking her home. You know these parts better than I do, come on." His eyes were so different. They were dark and severe, as now he was so protective of that young woman.

After a long pause, he finally said something. "I'll tell you later. Just...come on, let's go. Her life is way more worth than mine, if you wanted to help me then help her, boss." Arthur insisted using 'boss', to poke Cassidy a bit harder, maybe to remember him what he was. A savior to lost people.

"Yeah, I like to write and draw stuff to help me sort my thoughts. Sometimes there's just toooo muuuch to think about, so I let the pencil wander." Arthur smiled a little. Just talking to Cass was fun, and now he got to travel with him. If only their aura got light and fun like the other day...- damn, that day...- so dreamy. Just remembering made Arthur's heart beat faster.

"When we have some time, I can teach you how to read and write. There's tons of books you can read, I think you'd enjoy." His features were gettinf softer again, happier. "Okay, let's go then. Let's enjoy while there's sun, it's always safer to travel during the day."

Riding with Cass felt like a dream. The weather was perfect, the trees, the fields, the animals in the distance, the clouds...- the sky was so beautiful. And all that reflected upon Cass...- he was so pleasant to the eyes too. He couldn't help but smile from time to time- it was such a special ride. He never imagined he would have moments like that again, and he appreciated every second.

It was almost near the lake that Arthur heard a woman screaming, and then distant loud noises, they weren't gunshots, sounded more like the noise of doors being slammed, tables being turned.

Arthur didn't even say a word, he changed route right away, diving into the fields where he could see a cabin far away, in the middle of nowhere, a soft yellow light far away, hanging by the door of the place. As he got closer, he could hear loud crying and men yelling, and then laughing. As he got closer, the noises seemed to be getting more distant- but it had to come from that cabin.

He left Pegasus outside the cabin, the animal wouldn't run, he just waited, and the man pulled his bandanna up to hide his face, broke into the cabin with an angry powerful kick. "WHERE IS SHE???" Arthur seemed like a brute monster, grabbing one of the men who were in the living room, pressing his gun against his head. "YOU GOT A WOMAN HERE, WHERE IS SHE???" He was yelling, eyes so full with rage, as if something forbidden had been triggered.

One of the men moved to draw his gun, so Arthur quickly shot his head, a bullet right in the middle of his forehead, and then executed the one he had threatened. Whatever blood spilled didn't even show on his clothes, since they were all black.

Behind the living room, he heard steps and voices. There was a trapdoor, and it was open.

'This is what you get for trying to run away, bitch!!' 'Hey, shhh quiet, I think I heard something!!'

Arthur went down the stairs and found two men, considering all the guns and bullets and money with stolen jewels spread among cards and drinks, they were bandits. They were holding a woman, who was nude, crying, beaten up, her clothes all ripped on the floor, her wrists marked with handcuffs.

'HOLY SHIT-'

Was the last thing one of the men said before Arthur literally blew a hole in his head- the other one too panicked to do anything, tried to go for his gun but Arthur shot him dead as if it was nothing.

It was over. She was crying, so afraid of all the blood, screaming hugging herself, in despair she grabbed a knife from the table and pointed to Arthur, shaking.

"Calm down....it's over. Listen, it's over." Arthur pulled the bandanna down, revealing his face, placed his gun into his holster and raised both his hands.

She was too stared though.

"Where do you live? Where are you from? Tell me and I'll take you home."

[junimojo]

Even more Bob Reynolds headcanons because I’m having way too much fun with him

( + some self projection )

Something short and sweet this time around! I’ve been sick as hell for the past week and I wanted to be nice to Bob this post so here’s a little treat from me <3

The serum from the Sentry project didn’t alter Bob’s body internally very much, besides the muscles and healing abilities. His immune system wasn’t touched, so he still gets sick like the average person would. Alexei has to wrestle Bob to get him to lie down and rest because the Avengerz need to be well rested and healthy so they can be prepared for anything, but Bob doesn’t want to be a burden and always insists that he isn’t sick, all while he’s running a fever, sweating buckets, and shaking with full body chills. He loses every time, and Alexei will victoriously throw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry him to bed.

When Bucky finally introduced Alpine to the team and brought her to live in the tower with them, she took an immediate liking to Bob and quickly became his unofficial emotional support animal. Bob never had any pets growing up, so he isn’t sure what he did to make Alpine grow so close to him, but they are attached at the hip. If she isn’t with Bucky or if Bucky isn’t around, she’s with Bob, most likely curled up in his lap or in his bed making biscuits in his blankets. Alpine also took a liking to Yelena’s guinea pig, appropriately named Cucumber.

Bob has a stutter that isn’t very noticeable until he starts to ramble or is panicked / upset. Whenever he’s stuck on a word or syllable, he’ll blow a raspberry to stop himself from talking and it gives him a moment to gather and finish his thoughts. The rest of the Thunderbolts tease him relentlessly for this, especially Yelena. If he stutters while he’s talking to her, she’ll stick her tongue out and blow a raspberry at him to grab his attention. It makes them both laugh.

Bob is nearsighted. He definitely needed glasses as a kid, but his parents thought he didn’t no matter how many times he said he couldn’t see what was written on the chalkboard at school. Now as an adult, he still squints from time to time whenever he reads or watches TV. Everyone thinks he’s really engrossed in whatever he’s doing because his face is so close to it, but no, he literally just can’t see.

Bob is both a side sleeper and a stomach sleeper, and he also cannot sleep without hugging something or someone. It doesn’t matter if it’s a pillow, a blanket, Alpine, or somebody’s arm, he has to be holding onto something in order to sleep. The only ones he trusts enough to be this vulnerable around are Yelena and Walker. He drools and mumbles nonsense in his sleep sometimes too, but nobody has the heart to tell him.

[seokizaten]

The Gold He Holds [Zhongli] —⋆｡°✩

Chapter 11 [previous] [next]

Series Introduction: How shameful it is to be a mortal, falling in love with an Archon who had eyes for someone even before you were born?

Author's Note: This is 3 chapters long, I got carried away.

Y/N arrived at the Guili Plains with Yuchen later in the afternoon, with her eyes wide in shock. The ruins and grasses that she knows are different to what she’s seeing. There are tons of houses, buildings, and plants around. “I welcome you to the finest Guili Plains.” Yuchen said.

Y/N looked around, still with wide eyes. “This is Guili Plains?” She asked in shock.

“Uh-huh, is it different from your timeline?” Yuchen asked her and she hummed.

“Very different.” She said, looking around in awe. Guili Plains is so lively, and Liyue’s culture is visible everywhere. It seems like Zhongli did a really good job in maintaining the culture. She can’t believe her eyes, how can something as beautiful as this place be turned into ruins? 

There are children running around, playing with kites. There are vendors selling their produce, there are people sitting by the lake. Everything is just so beautiful at the Guili Plains, and she isn’t used to this version of it. The lake where Zhongli waited for her during their research is even prettier than it is.

Now she understands why Zhongli is very sentimental of his memories, this is the place where he built strength and everything. The beauty of Guili Plains is the place where he also had those memories with Guizhong.

Her eyes then landed on the tallest and largest building in the middle, it has cor lapis engravings, and she immediately thought that it could be a temple that belongs to Zhongli. “I assume that’s the place of Rex Lapis? It looks different from the rest of the buildings. It is also very tall that it reaches the sky.”

“Oh, you’re absolutely right. However, that’s also where other divine beings that reside with the Guili Assembly stay along with him. It’s like a home of those who lead us.” Yuchen said and Y/N nodded in amazement. 

She then realized, this is the exact place where she and Zhongli looked around during their research about the Guili Plains. So, the ruins they searched back then were the remains of his previous home along with other divine beings. 

Speaking of Zhongli’s history, she remembered something relevant. Something she almost forgot. “Yuchen, who’s the woman known as the most dangerous here in combat? I was told that she almost killed Rex Lapis.” The woman Zhongli despised.

“What do you mean? Nobody dared to go against Rex Lapis. He is the demon lord of Geo, in case he is known differently in your timeline.” Yuchen responded and that broke Y/N’s spine in shock.

What?

“Then, who is that woman…?” She muttered.

“Ah, maybe they haven’t faced each other just yet, you know? Rex Lapis is in the middle of a pin needle, he’s either liked or hated by people.” Yuchen responded, shrugging his shoulders. “Although, that doesn’t change the fact that he is our leader so he is very respected.”

“Does anyone here look like me?” Y/N asked nervously.

“I have no idea, this place is huge. But if you’re looking for the nearest answer, we do look alike. Haha!” He joked, making the both of them laugh.

Strange, the woman hasn't attacked Zhongli just yet. That means, she has to be careful walking around, she can’t be seen by Zhongli at all costs to avoid being mistaken as the woman. But how would she approach Guizhong if she wouldn’t come across Zhongli?

“Yuchen, does Rex Lapis come outside often?” She asked to make sure that she wouldn’t bump onto the specific man. “I can’t let myself be seen by him, I could tamper with history outside my plan without me knowing.”

Yuchen chuckled on that. “Not really, the God of Contracts is always busy with work so you’re alright. Unless, you became unlucky enough to witness his appearance in the streets. They however do public appearances but not that much.” Y/N sighed in relief upon hearing that. “However, Guizhong is the same as him. Being the two Gods working with each other to lead a nation after all.”

That’s the problem, they’re probably always together mostly when they’re literal lovers working with each other’s duties. 

Being introduced to a new custom, she made new plans to follow. First is not to be noticed by Zhongli, and next is to be noticed by Guizhong. What? What kind of plan is that exactly?

“Do you have a lover, Yuchen?” She asked out of nowhere, startling her new friend. “I’m sorry for asking, I just want to know if there’s really a chance that I am your grandchild or— hey!”

She was then immediately pulled by Yuchen, running towards underneath one of the trees where there’s less people. He then started looking around, making sure that no one’s around except the two of them.

“I am in a secret relationship with Qian Lan, the daughter of the powerful family!” He whispered and Y/N immediately placed her hands on her cheeks like she just received the most juicy gossip ever. “We can’t let anyone know yet, her parents would kill me.”

“Oh my, Yuchen!” Y/N said and laughed. “You’re in a forbidden love.”

“Don’t make it sound worse!” He hissed.

“That’s fine, I also am here because I am in love with Rex Lapis in my timeline.” With that blunt confession of hers, Yuchen gasped loudly. “Shh!”

“You are in love with a God?! That is just straight up heartbreak, Zhong!” He exclaimed in a whisper, “How are you even in love with Rex Lapis? That man is very frightening! Also, how are your feelings connected to your affections for him?”

Y/N sighed, looking away. “Because in my timeline, I was told by him that Guizhong is his lover. Even after almost 4,000 years, he’s still heartbroken because of her passing.” Yuchen’s eyes widened upon hearing that. 

“Rex Lapis and Guizhong?! I knew it!” He whispered.

“Yes. And as a regular human being, I’ve decided to spare my life to rewrite history, so that he’ll end up happy instead of what I know.” Y/N awkwardly said, scratching the back of her neck.

“What do you mean to spare your life?”

“I’ll die, of course.” Yuchen gasped dramatically. “The limit of my machine is only a year, but I exceeded… 3,700 over.”

Yuchen felt like fainting upon hearing that from her. “You seriously risked your life for— the divine being’s happiness? You are insane!”

“I know, I know! My friend would also react the same way if he knew.” She said, referring to Childe. “I however feel bad for leaving him, though. I risked my life to be here because I was sure that I have nothing to lose, but somehow I am feeling bad.”

Yuchen sighed loudly and crossed his arms. “We will find a way to bring you back after your goal, alright? You’ll find out more about your ancestors, you will be able to save Guizhong, and you will return safely.”

“The thing is, I really am not planning to go back. It is physically impossible and I would just eventually explode.” She responded but Yuchen shook his head.

“You will go back, I am sure. Now to add more with your ancestry research, Qian Lan could be your grandmother. I know eventually that we’ll end up together.” He said and smiled. 

“Then that means I have two people madly in love in my history.”

Evening arrives and Y/N has returned to the Mingyun Village’s shore, where Yuchen lives as he is a fisherman by that place. He is currently in the middle of the sea, fishing in the evening with his friends like he does every night. Y/N on the other side is sitting by the sand, writing something in the notebook she brought with her. 

Thanks to her silly inventions, this notebook isn’t destructible. No matter what happens, her ideas will remain unscathed. She is currently brainstorming about what to do, and how to do them. Her initial goal is to be closer to Guizhong in order for her to be able to be in touch, but she has to hide from the God of Contracts.

She aggressively erased a sentence, exhaling loudly. “Goodness, how do I achieve this…” She mumbled underneath her breath. She is so careless, she traveled in time while missing a very relevant part of the plan. She can’t just go and approach Guizhong now like she planned.

She sighed in defeat, falling face first on the cold sand. This place is so peaceful that she can be alone by the shore, feeling the sand on her skin as she groans in annoyance.

On the top of one of the nearest cliffs, there stood a man staring at her with his arms crossed. He smirked upon seeing her ridiculous act, embracing the sand in frustration. His brown hair is dancing with the wind, along with his brown clothing. It seems like he’s been eyeing the woman for a while now, being amused by her.

“My Lord, Rex Lapis. I have finished the task you’ve given me.” Someone spoke behind him, walking towards him slowly. He noticed that the God is focused on something that he didn’t even notice his existence. “What is it?” He asked, then looked at the woman he’s looking at. 

He then went confused, why is Rex Lapis staring at this woman? This woman seems like a regular citizen who isn’t capable of violating their rules, so Rex Lapis shouldn’t be eyeing her due to that. “Who is that woman?” He asked Rex Lapis.

“That, I have no clue.” Rex Lapis briefly responded as he analyzed Y/N’s appearance. Her hair is dancing with the wind, her skin is flawless, and her facial features are harmonizing with one another. She is the definition of beauty to him, and she caught the God’s attention. 

Y/N exhaled loudly once again, sitting up and fixed her hair before writing again. Rex Lapis’ smirk grew wider upon witnessing that, it seems like he was very interested. He is getting more and more invested as he watches her longer.

This woman caught his attention from the Guili Plains that he followed her into this place. Just who is this woman?

Whoever she is, there is something with her.

The next day arrived and Y/N wasted no time planning. She doesn’t know exactly when things are going to happen so she must act fast.

“I’ve told everyone that you are my relative from somewhere and only visiting me for months, I hope they wouldn’t suspect your origin.” Yuchen said as he prepared his fishing equipment. “Regarding the accident, I stated that your boat sank due to the strong waves. As of the moment, use my surname to cover up your identity.”

Y/N spent the whole morning brainstorming ideas inside Yuchen’s house, fearing that she would be encountering Zhongli somewhere that early. Knowing him, being a God who wakes up early, she wouldn’t want to test the timing.

“Thank you, Yuchen. I really am glad that you are helping me with this.” Y/N said with a polite bow.

“Have you constructed an entire plan now?” Tuchen asked and Y/N shook her head. “No? Then what do you have for now?”

“My initial plan is to understand how to enter the temple, I will be visiting later and I hope to be lucky enough not to bump into Rex Lapis.” Y/N said, making Yuchen laugh.

“Well, everyone can easily enter the temple, the only difference in your case is that you have to avoid a certain someone.” He then stood up and walked towards the door to leave. “Well, I am wishing you all the luck. Make sure you have lunch before your exploration.”

How pathetic, even someone as intelligent as she, doesn’t have any structured plan on how she’d proceed with her thing. She is straight up doing a shotgun plan, not knowing what to do, being torn apart by the obstacles like she is in an exploration.

But the thing is, she is literally an adventurer! She can surely manage. But the thing is, she cannot think of ways on how to outsmart the God of Contracts. He is intelligent, someone who knows how to read anyone.

She hasn't witnessed the ancient version of him anyways, but that’s what’s even more frightening. She is even more intimidated by the known powerful man, more than she is intimidated by the knowledgeable Zhongli.

As per the history she learned about Rex Lapis, thousands— millions have died in his hands. But knowing that he is a God who leads a place, how come he killed so much? How many wars has he been into? Are those people humans or monsters?

In any way, Rex Lapis is really different to Zhongli so she must not underestimate the skills and abilities of an active God. The Zhongli she knows is a living man with memories, and Rex Lapis is someone else. She must see him that way, in order for her to formulate ways even more.

But another thing is, she can’t even outsmart Zhongli— how would she outsmart Rex Lapis?

“Urgh!” She groaned, placing a hand on her forehead. 

So for now, that’s the plan. She will take all the courage to walk towards the temple and act normally.

Hold on a minute, she just remembered Yuchen’s words— no woman has tried to assassinate Zhongli just yet, and maybe they haven’t met. 

That’s it! She found the loophole in her confusion for days! If that woman he cursed haven’t attacked him, then there is no reason for Zhongli to despise her. If Zhongli doesn’t despise her, then her face is no threat to his eyes.

That’s actually it! That means she is safe from Zhongli’s possible accusations. 

But the thing is, she doesn’t know the exact reason why Zhongli despised her. It must not be the assassination attempt because she would’ve been just killed right away— or maybe? 

Y/N groaned in annoyance, she thought she already found the loophole but she still did not. She still must avoid him at all cost in order for her to accomplish her goal easily.

She then stood up and prepared to visit the temple, wearing the new pair of clothes Yuchen got her from the Guili Plains. She would surely blend in, and her face would be less relevant if she dressed the same as everyone else.

For sure.

With all her confidence, she arrived about twenty minutes later by only walking. She can’t believe her courage right now, standing in front of the tall traditional gates like she belongs in that era.

No matter how knowledgeable she is in history, she has no idea about their etiquettes and policies, she should’ve studied the ancient language Zhongli showed to her for this but she decided not to.

How can she be so careless on that part? But anyway, they all still can speak to each other. The only conflict is that she cannot read and write their current characters. That doesn’t seem relevant, she wouldn’t be writing to anyone anyways.

She then exhaled loudly and began walking inside with all her confidence like she isn’t afraid to be seen by the God of Contracts. Seeing more citizens visiting inside, she felt a relief. Yuchen was right, everyone can enter this huge place. Maybe, the only home part of this temple is the highest part.

The temple looks nice inside as well, it looks like someone in royalty owns this place— of course, it is the home of those that are divine.

She then approached a lady nearby who seemed to be sitting down on the table in front. “Excuse me, is there any way I can get a hold of Lady Guizhong?” She boldly asked, making the woman nod in response. “Ah, thank Archons…” Y/N sighed in relief.

“But in order to meet Lady Guizhong, you must first be in a list for a scheduled meeting. As of now, Lady Guizhong is only available aaaat…” The woman paused, checking the rolled parchment that looks like the God’s schedule. “Afternoon of five days after, that’s the earliest you can schedule a meeting.”

“That will be alright. I’d like to take that schedule, please.” Y/N said and the woman nodded instantly.

Surely, five days would be a long time for her to formulate her plan further while waiting for her meeting day with the said God. And surely, she wouldn’t pass away within those days.

“Alright then, what is the name of the party that Lady Guizhong would meet?” The woman asked, grabbing a pen. 

“Zhang Zhong.” She responded and the woman looked at her oddly. That made her feel awkward, did she suspect that name of hers? “Is there something wrong?”

“Not really, but I recently heard that Zhang Yuchen’s relative’s name is Guizhong as well. You know, the fair maiden who just arrived yesterday. Is that you?” The woman asked and Y/N immediately shook her head.

“I am Zhang Yuchen’s relative, yes, but my name isn’t Guizhong. It’s just Zhong. The people were only making fun of me due to my excitement of meeting Lady Guizhong.” Y/N awkwardly laughed but the lady seemed to buy it.

“Ah, I see. People of Mingyun Village really do love teasing young ladies in names.” The woman chuckled and shook her head. “What is the purpose of your meeting with Lady Guizhong?”

Oh, right. That’s something they would probably ask. “I’d like to speak about mechanisms.” The woman’s eyes widened instantly.

“Lady Guizhong would surely be in fond of you! This is the first time someone initiated to meet her regarding this.” The woman excitedly said and chuckled. “Alright, I’ve written down your schedule. Is there anything else you’d like to be assisted with?”

“No, thank you. That is all.” Y/N politely said. 

“Alright, have a nice day!” The woman said and rolled the paper once again. “Oh, and another thing. If ever you’d like to meet the other God handling the Guili Assembly, Rex Lapis, I’d like to say that he only allows morning meetings, that’s why his meeting schedules are always full.”

“Oh, alright. Thank you so much once again!” Y/N bowed politely and started walking away. So, Zhongli really is a morning person huh. That must be consistent enough for Xiao to remember.

And oh, she remembered another thing. She then walked back towards the lady, “Excuse me, I’m sorry. But where could Rex Lapis be right now in the afternoons?”

“I will check.” The lady said and opened a roll that seemed to be Zhongli’s schedule. “It is stated here that Rex Lapis is currently in an assembly with the adepties.”

“Alright, thank you so much once again.” Y/N bowed politely and walked away at last. Phew, at least she wouldn’t worry about bumping onto him anywhere now. That means she can freely roam the Guili Plains.

She then happily hopped her way out, now this will be fun!

Little does she know, there’s a pair of gold eyes staring down at her from a higher window outside, a smile forming on the lips of the owner. What could she be doing around here?

Y/N happily hopped around the Guili Plains, “La la la! La la la!” She sang happily, greeting everyone that comes across her. It’s such a nice experience to be in ancient history as a historian, experiencing the life she didn’t witness.

She then came across a shop, finding a familiar thing among the rest on the shelves. It is a flowershop, with an old lady inside. She then approached the shelf, analyzing the flower. It is Yongheng, fully grown and alive.

She then smiled upon seeing its beauty, now she understands why Zhongli loves Yongheng to the point that he wanted it to return to life. This kind of flower must’ve disappeared due to the Archon war.

It really looks similar to glaze lily, but it is much bigger and darker in shade of blue. She carefully touched one, immediately feeling its cold petals like it was straight out of the freezer.

This flower became her favourite because of her contract with Zhongli. So of course, this reminds her of Zhongli. She is aware that she wouldn’t be able to return anymore to see him again, and she would eventually stay here so she wanted to cherish everything that reminds her of him.

“Excuse me, how much is it for a Yongheng?” She asked the old lady who immediately smiled at her.

“Ah, the one and only unique variant of glaze lily.” The old lady chuckled and walked towards her. “It’ll be fifty mora.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Fifty? That is so cheap for a Yongheng, for sure. Didn’t know I can afford my favourite flower that easily huh. Alright, I will take one for now.”

The old lady then chuckled. “Right away, just pick one that you like.”

She did not expect that she could experience its beauty herself, however, she has no idea how to take care of a Yongheng flower so she would only buy one for now. 

She then picked one up and paid right away.

“You have a taste, young lady. This kind of variant only rises around this season of dueling, so it is hard to grow it.” The old lady chuckled and so did Y/N.

“It is also the flower that Rex Lapis admires, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, sending the old lady into a confusion.

“Rex Lapis has no interest in Flowers, young lady. Not that I know of.” She chuckles. That’s odd, because as far as she knows, Yongheng is one of the things Zhongli cherishes. “Maybe it’s because Yongheng symbolizes the season of dueling?”

“Season of dueling?” 

“It is a tradition to have a dueling competition during this season in that arena, it is happening in four days from now on. You can join there as well if you want, everyone’s welcome to showcase their skills.” The old lady said, pointing at one of the biggest infrastructures. 

“What? That is dangerous, who implemented that?” Y/N asked in worry. “And what if someone gets hurt? Or worse…”

The old lady chuckles. “Haha! Rex Lapis implemented that himself. Worry not, you can always surrender if you’re willing to end your match. However, the consequences are those, of course, you must be aware of that. I used to fight there as well, all fun and joy.”

Y/N gave her an odd look, is fighting really normalized in Liyue during the ancient times? They don’t have that seasonal dueling thing in her timeline so that sounds very strange.

“Do you know how to fight, young lady?” The old lady asked and Y/N immediately shook her head. Lies, of course Y/N knows how to handle a sword. She spent her teenage years dueling with Tartaglia for fun! Yes, she is very skilled in swordsmanship but she doesn’t see it over her intelligence so she’d always say no. “Ah, that’s too bad. You can win mora there.”

Surely, she doesn’t need any more in this timeline, considering the fact that everything’s cheaper than she expected. She wouldn’t risk her life dueling out there, despite having a vision. Who knows what everyone is capable of during this timeline.

”Alright, I will be heading in. Thank you so much for visiting, young lady.” The old lady said before going inside once again.

She can’t believe it, Zhongli implemented such a thing. How come that’s not written in history? Also, she has a Yongheng! A Yongheng that she doesn’t have to grow for months, the flower she loved even before meeting it. 

She walked around happily, with the Yongheng on her nose. Its scent lingers around her senses like crazy, she really understands Zhongli’s taste now.

Speaking of Zhongli, parts of Y/N want to see him in this timeline despite having the goal of avoiding him. She wonders, what is Zhongli like? What does he look like? Will his scent be the same?

How unfair life is to her, she yearns for someone who cannot belong to her. What’s more is that he belongs to someone else in this lifetime. 

She then stopped by another shop, hearing a stringed instrument getting played by someone inside. She then peeked a little with Yongheng still on her face, noticing that they sell musical instruments. 

She watched the man playing in awe, letting the music dance through her ears. So, this is how ancient music sounds like huh. Unfortunately, the man stopped playing and looked at her direction with a smile. “Rex Lapis, good afternoon!” The man waved, making her feel confused.

She then raised one of her eyebrows. “Hello…?” She awkwardly said, waving her other hand while she’s holding the Yongueng on her face. 

A tall man then stood right next to her, embracing her with a familiar scent. She then curiously looked at him, still with a Yongheng on her face. 

It’s Zhongli.

And he is looking at her with the side of his eyes, making their eyes meet for seconds, no words are enough to describe how stern he is. Y/N’s eyes widened, nervously looking away instantly. Surely, he did not see her face, right? Thanks to the precious Yongheng on her face.

Zhongli— Rex Lapis still looked the same, but he had more highlights on himself. He wears expensive traditional clothing with shining stones on them, they are surely made out of cor lapis. He has the same exact earrings, his face looks the same, everything is the same except the aura he is giving. 

In that exact moment, Y/N knows that this man is different from the one she fell in love with— but at the same time, it’s the same man she fell in love with. She wonders out of nowhere, who could that woman who attacked him be? And how can she attack someone as beautiful as he? He looks magnificent.

For some reason, she wanted to start a conversation with him. But that’s outside the plan, right? If she wants to achieve her goal, then she must sacrifice her needs. 

Rex Lapis is surely still eyeing her right now as she hides her face from him. He must be thinking that she is a crazy woman with a flower on her face. Or maybe, he felt like she was disrespecting him because she said nothing to him. Y/N then faced his way, still with a flower on her face. She bowed respectfully, “Good afternoon, Rex Lapis.”

Rex Lapis smiled upon seeing that. “Good afternoon.” He responded, his voice immediately sending a shiver down her spine. His voice is also the same, and his facial expressions are the same.

It’s frightening, but beautiful.

With that, she immediately ran away as fast as she could, leaving a confused man behind. The man inside the music shop also went confused, “What happened to her?” He asked Rex Lapis. “Maybe she was intimidated by you? I heard she just arrived recently. Well, it’s a good thing that she knows who you are.”

Rex Lapis then closed his eyes and sighed. “Where does that woman stay?”

“By the Mingyun Village’s pier.”

Days have passed and Y/N two days left before her meeting with Guizhong. She is currently sitting once again by the shore, a little far from the pier to do some brainstorming with her notebook once again.

She must know how to communicate properly with the God of Dust, and she must have something relevant to speak about. Guizhong was described to be one of the gentlest divine beings here at Liyue, as the people around the place told her. But somehow, she’s still very nervous about meeting her. 

If you met the woman that your special someone has eyes on, you’d surely feel the same way. If Zhongli has eyes for her, she is probably something above special.

Speaking of Zhongli, Y/N avoided him at all cost those past few days. For some reason, he is just everywhere around Guili Plains every time she’s there and it makes things harder for her. 

They said that he is a busy man, who knew that what they meant is that he is busy strolling around?! That caused her stress a lot, making her stay by the shore often instead of wandering around the Guili Plains.

Rex Lapis on the other side noticed that she is intentionally running away from him, knowing that he has eyes on her, he would surely be mad about it. Every time his eyes met hers, she would run away. Every time he parts his lips to speak, she would immediately run away. That made Rex Lapis move closer to her. 

However, Y/N is unaware of that.  

She is unaware that a pair of golden eyes has been watching her for days now, she is busy avoiding those eyes at all cost but it seems like she had no choice from the start.

Rex Lapis stood at the cliff once again with his arms crossed on his chest, eyes on Y/N who is having a mental breakdown planning her meeting with Guizhong. “Rex Lapis.” The same boy from last time bowed to him, noticing that he was staring at the same woman once again. “Rex Lapis, you’ve come to observe that woman again.”

With no hesitation, Rex Lapis jumped off the cliff and walked towards her. Unfortunately, Y/N is still busy getting angry with her brainstorming activity to notice that the man she’s planning to avoid is already plotting something behind her. 

Rex Lapis stood behind her with a smirk on his face, watching her beautiful hair move even closer than earlier. Somehow, Rex Lapis found her to be mesmerizing, she is not even doing anything. 

“Urgh!” Y/N exclaimed, falling on her back in frustration with her eyes closed— only to feel her head hitting something. She immediately turned to look at what it is, finding a pair of leader shoes with… stones and cor lapis around it. This person must be a very capable person to have such a nice thing. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know that you were there!” She said and stood up, bowing repeatedly without looking at the person. 

That action amused Rex Lapis even more, making his smirk grow wider. Without thinking, he held her wrists, pulling her closer to him. Y/N on the other side gasped on that, making her look at him instantly. Their faces are close to one another, as Rex Lapis intended to sniff her hair’s scent— so certainly, she cannot see who it is just yet.

Y/N realized that a man’s face was on her hair so she immediately angrily pushed him away instantly, hitting his face hard right after. That probably hurt a lot, seeing that his face turned upon the impact. “Doesn’t Liyue have laws?! You just attempted to assault me and that’s disgusting! I hate people like you!” She shouted with eyes closed… But upon seeing who it was— she gasped loudly. “Ah!”

Ancient Zhongli!

She immediately ran as fast as she could, back to Yuchen’s place like she was being chased by a monster or something. Did he just— sniffed my hair?! That’s ridiculous! Or maybe he was planning to kill her? Was she caught on her first day, by looking like the woman he hated?

She ran fast, panting in the process but she couldn’t be seen by him. Surely, he hasn't seen her face, right? Upon arriving at Yuchen’s house, she closed the door and leaned her back on it. “Oh, Archons…” She sighed, closing her eyes. “That was close.” 

And that is also by far the closest she’s been physically with Zhongli. His hands were on her wrists, and his face was literally on the side of her head! Just what was that all about?! That was frightening, her heart was beating really fast. And what’s worse, she just smacked his face. Well, he kind of deserved that. 

Zhongli on the other side stood in the same place, he watched her run away from him with a sting on his cheek. A smirk then formed on his lips once again as he looked at his hands, feeling satisfied with their interaction. “Rex Lapis! What was that?” The boy speaking to him asked with concern. 

“It is nothing, Xiao.” Rex Lapis said before turning to walk towards the village like nothing happened.

“Hold on, I’d like to be enlightened first. Who is that woman and why did you do that?” Xiao asked him in concern. 

“That woman…” Rex Lapis spoke in a low voice, “Took my fancy.”

He smirked, recalling the scent of lavender on her hair, and an unknown scent from her neck. He just saw the woman this same week and he is certain that she is someone relevant in his life. It is, however, embarrassing that he acted on impulse. 

Xiao’s face expressed shock in an instant. “T-That woman is a human, Rex lapis. You can’t be in love with a human.”

“You do not speak to me about what I do.” Rex Lapis just shook his head and approached one of the men standing nearby. “Excuse me,” he said.

“Ah, Rex Lapis! What pleasure do I owe this meeting of ours?” The man asked politely.

“Did you see the woman who just ran this way?” Rex Lapis asked and the man nodded instantly. “Who is she?”

“Oh, it is the woman who’s currently staying with Yuchen Zhang. As I heard from the people, her name is Zhang Guizhong but she prefers to be called Zhong. She is a long relative of Yuchen and she’s currently visiting.” The man answered and Rex Lapis smiled, nodding in response.

“Thank you.” He said and started walking away. 

Zhang Guizhong, huh?

Well Zhang Guizhong, you’ve taken my interest, you’ve taken my fancy.

Tomorrow morning came and Y/N was called to the temple for something, as written on the letter received and deciphered by Yuchen. She is nervous that it could be about her incident with the God of Contracts yesterday.

Will she be punished for self defense? Or what is it about? It sounds so urgent that she can feel her skin on her bones. She stood in front of the same woman who made the schedule of her meeting with Guizhong nervously, “Zhang Zhong, right?”

“That is correct.” She nodded.

“I really am sorry for bothering you, but Rex Lapis ordered me to deliver this in person urgently.” She said, sounding like she feels bad about something.

And Rex Lapis? Oh no, she could really be in trouble right now. 

“He found out about your scheduled meeting with Lady Guizhong and he would like to require you to meet with him today or tomorrow.” The lady said and Y/N raised her eyebrows in confusion. “Anytime you’d prefer, he mentioned. It is a contract he formulated yesterday evening.”

What? Just what does he want? He is offering a contract to meet her in order for her to meet Guizhong? What kind of nonsense. This is such joyous news for her, knowing that the man she loves is asking for her presence but— “I turn down his request of meeting, my apologies. I do believe that my meeting with Lady Guizhong does not concern him at all.”

“Oh, but it is a required meeting specially arranged by Rex Lapis himself. Without this contract, he would be cancelling your schedule with Lady Guizhong.” The lady said, making Y/N feel the anger.

“What?! I waited for days and he can just cancel that?” She asked in disbelief. “That is absurd! I am only available to meet Lady Guizhong.”

Rex Lapis who’s watching their interaction above without them noticing glared upon hearing that. She really wouldn’t speak to him, huh? She really avoids him like a plague. He wonders, why does this woman avoid him?

He took a sip of his wine, next to him is the God of Dust who seems to be shaking her head. “You really have to go this far just to be noticed?” Guizhong asked and he did not respond. “Rex Lapis, this lady is a human being. Her life is short, so you shouldn’t play her around.”

“Who said that I intended to play with her?” Rex Lapis responded with his stern voice. 

Guizhong did not say a thing after that, she just looked at her friend with concern, and then looked at Y/N with the same face. “I’ve got to admit, she really is eye-catching. But as a divine being, Rex Lapis, there are certain boundaries between us and humans.” She said and started walking away. “I do care about everyone who lands in our properties, and that young lady is no exception. I do not want to hear a news that she is to be harmed because of you.”

Rex Lapis did not respond to that. He just watched the lady he likes from afar. 

“W-Well then, that leaves us with another option. Good thing, he offered you two contracts hehe.” The woman handling their schedules nervously said, worriedly opening a roll of parchment. “So, ahem! The other one is about… Uhh…” She said, reading the paper.

“What is it?”

“He says that it’s either you have a meeting with him, or— you have to win a duel in tomorrow's season.” The lady said, making Y/N’s eyes wide. Rex Lapis on the other side smirked upon seeing the shocked reaction on her face. 

Amusing.

Of course. Rex Lapis noticed how calm she is, so he chose another option that she would surely not choose in order for her to be forced into having a meeting with him. He assumed she would choose to speak to him instead of dueling, of course. She would definitely choose to speak to him at last—

“Is he insane?!” Y/N angrily exclaimed, making the lady look at her with worry, waving her hands in front of her to calm Y/N down. “I really despise Rex Lapis above all. I am not a fighter, and I don’t want to have a meeting with him. How is that his concern?” 

Rex Lapis felt a sting inside him when he heard that. Yesterday, she said that he hates him. Now, she said that she despised him. He gripped on his wine glass tightly, his eyebrows forming a knot.

This lady…

Is testing me. 

“W-Well! I was told that you have to choose which one of the two contracts, Miss Zhang! I do recommend you to attend the meeting instead for a safer option.” The lady nervously said but Y/N exhaled loudly.

“Safer option? No, I am never speaking to Rex Lapis.” Y/N angrily said. “Hand me the contract for that dueling thing.”

For Guizhong, she is going to draw her sword against someone in ancient times. And for Zhongli, she would choose to bleed just to reach her destination. The woman’s eyes widened upon hearing that. “W-Well, this one states that you must win against the duelist… Dueling is a bloody tradition here.”

“I know.” Y/N said, signing the contract. “Thank you for assisting me.”

Y/N gritted her teeth tight as she wrapped bands around her arms and legs underneath her clothing at the preparation area the next day, making sure that no skin of hers would get wounded in the process. Surely, her skills are advanced enough to win in this, right?

That’s right, she chose to fight in the arena instead of speaking to the man. She noticed the pattern between Zhongli’s actions this past week, and it seems like his eyes are already darted on her even before she knows it. Maybe he already suspected that she looks like the cursed woman. 

Y/N scoffed, angrily pulling the band to wrap it tightly around her arm. “This man, really!” For some reason, he felt annoyed by him again. The first time was in her timeline where he accused her— now it feels the same.

That meeting he planned is probably a set up to kill her, she thinks. There is no way she’d face him, there is no way she’d speak to him, and there is no way she’s going to show him her face again. That’s why she is wearing a piece from her Hanfu to cover her face as she fights. 

Surely, he wouldn’t recognize her, right?

Although she thinks she is lucky enough to be still alive, it seems like Zhongli hasn’t attempted to murder her for getting mistaken as the cursed woman. That one last night was a close call though, she’s sugarcoating things to harden up her spirit. She would always think that it is a romantic act of his, rather than a murder attempt.

Which she clearly misunderstood terribly. 

“Zhong…” Yuchen said, looking at her worriedly. “Are you sure about this? I am aware that you can fight but please surrender immediately if you can’t. This is very dangerous.” 

“Worry not, Yuchen. I am confident that I will win. A duel wouldn’t hurt, this will be my ticket to meet Guizhong.” She said, double-tying her band to finish it off. “My blade is from 3,700 years after, resonating with anemo vision granted by the Gods.” She confidently said, caressing her sharp sword that’s still shining despite all the battles she’s faced. “I have trained almost my whole teenage years, not knowing what would be its use. But now I know.”

She then stood up and cracked the bones on her fingers. She appears to be someone who really knows how to face a battle, but still, Yuchen looked at her with worry. “Zhong, you should remember that we both have our goals to save each other. If you are intended to save me, I am intended to make sure you’ll be able to go home.”

Y/N chuckled and looked at him. “I know. And either way, I am gonna win this duel.”

“Zhang Guizhong! You are next up, please standby.” A man approached her and she immediately sighed. 

“It’s Zhang Zhong.” She corrected, picking her sword up and walking past him. “Who said that my name is Zhang Guizhong? I’d kill that person.” She asked, trying to make it appear like a joke without even knowing the humour of this timeline.

The man nervously looked at her, then re-checked his sheet of papers. “W-Well, it says here that it’s Zhang Guizhong.” 

Y/N then looked at the paper— Archons, she can’t read these characters. She just sighed and shook her head, “That is mistaken, would you please change it?” She asked and the man nodded rapidly, immediately erasing it. 

Yuchen awkwardly approached them and chuckled, “I am sorry, Zhong is just not in a good mood.” He apologized.

“It’s alright, I understand.” The man bowed politely. “Please proceed by the arena’s entrance, I wish you good luck, Miss Zhang.”

Y/N then faced Yuchen and gave him a nod. “I am going to do my best.” She smirked before running towards the entrance. Yuchen shouted good luck as she ran, waving happily before taking his seat above the stairs.

She then stood behind the curtains, gripping on her sword like it was going to run away from her. She is hoping that her own made sword is going to save her entire ego in this one because for the first time in her life, she is nervous to draw her sword. 

“Hey, isn’t that Guizhong?” A man whispered to another man, pointing at her. 

“Yeah, I didn't know she could fight.” Another responded. She immediately closed her eyes and sighed in annoyance. Seriously, when will they stop calling her by the name of the God?

She exhaled loudly, ignoring everything around her. “Focus, focus, focus…” She whispered to herself. In her whole entire life, she has never dueled with someone else in this kind of matter. The only person she dueled is Childe, and the rest are monsters she had to kill for commissions. 

“The previous man was torn into pieces.” One of them said, scaring the others. “He has a family to feed.”

“Isn’t that the man who spent his whole life swordfighting while resonating with pyro vision? That’s intimidating! If he was torn into pieces, what about me? Is it too late to back out?” Another man responded.

That conversation sent shivers down her spine, making her hold her sword even more tightly. She closed her eyes shut, exhaling loudly, “Focus, focus, focus…” She repeated the same exact word.

The arena behind the curtains is loud, filled with people cheering as they clean up from the last bloody duel. The lady who seems to be in front of a huge microphone is grinning widely. “Are you ready for another round of our seasonal dueling competition?” She said, hyping the crowd up, making them cheer louder. “Let’s all cheer for the next duelists!” She announced, “First, let’s welcome—”

“Focus, focus, focus…” Y/N whispered to herself as she listened to the lady’s voice.

“The newly arrived visitor of the Guili Assembly, fair Zhang Zhong!” She said, making the crowd go even louder.

Y/N then walked outside the curtains, her eyes being met by the sunlight. Her eyes felt like exploding due to the loud cheering voices and the sound of banging drums all around the arena. 

She then exhaled loudly, this is her first ever duel in her whole entire life. However, her eyes met with a certain pair. There he is, Rex Lapis, sitting somewhere high along with other divine beings with a glass of wine in his right hand as he leans on his other. 

It seems like he is giving her a smug look, making her feel even angrier. With that, Y/N raised both of her arms to wave around, walking confidently as if she wanted this.

That annoyed Rex Lapis, making him raise one of his eyebrows. How can she be confident about this? She literally chose to be in a bloody event instead of just speaking to him, and now she’s acting like some sort of confidence machine. He was so pissed that he gripped his glass firmly.

Guizhong right next to him looked at his reaction, shaking her head. “Confident, I like her.” She said as she clapped with a huge smile on her face but Rex Lapis did not say a thing. He just stared down with an angry face.

Y/N in the middle of the arena waves like she is some sort of celebrity, having hundreds of people watching and shouting to cheer as she does. “I placed my bet on you, Zhang Zhong!” Some of them shouted.

She may look confident, but she is beyond afraid. This is insane! There’s a lot of people so she can’t embarrass herself by dying in front of them, in front of the divine beings! Another thing is that she must meet Guizhong tomorrow afternoon.

“And on the other side is the town’s sword champion, Yang Chen!” The announcer said, making Y/N turn to look at her opponent.

Her eyes widened on that— he is five times bigger than her! Aside from that, his sword looks heavy and well used, his skin is full of scars, and he looks like someone who would tear you down if you looked at him wrongly. “Oh, Zhongli…!” She cursed under his name due to the fear, looking at her opponent who was staring at her with a serious face as he walked towards the middle.

Yuchen among the crowd has his hands on his head, worried about what will happen to his potentially grandchild in the future. He felt like fainting, “Oh, Zhong…” He sighed heavily while getting pushed by the cheering men around him. 

“Swords on another!” The announcer said, making Y/N and the man’s swords touch, making a loud metal sound upon the impact. 

“Good luck, Yang Chen.” Y/N told her opponent, and he chuckled upon hearing that.

“I’ll tear your scarless skin into leather shoes.” He said, making her glare at him. 

Pfft, he wishes.

“On your mark.” The announcer said, making everyone silent. “Ready… DUEEEEL!” Upon announcing the starting marks, the drums began making loud noises once again along with the cheering people.

Chen wasted no time and immediately swung his heavy sword towards her direction, which she swiftly dodged, making everyone scream. “GO ZHANG ZHONG!” People shouted her name. Y/N on the other side noticed her opponent’s strength, the ground got crushed upon his sword’s impact, making her eyes wide.

I can be crushed by this man in a second. She thought.

However, that is not the story she is meant to tell. She is getting out of this arena alive and she will be able to accomplish her goal successfully.

However, Chen’s attacks went from one to another, which she all dodged carefully and swiftly without the use of her vision just yet. She can literally just use her ability and end this man in one move like how she usually does in her adventurer’s commissions.

But the thing is, it felt inhumane to her.

“What now, Zhang? You’ll just keep on dodging?! Haha! Weak little mouse!” Chen said, laughing. The crowd just kept on watching, some were still cheering.

“Yang Chen, surrender! I have to win this!” Y/N said as she dodge another sway of his sword. “I will pay you triple the price.”

“I don’t want your mora, I want you to suffer.” Chen responded and became even more aggressive, making it more difficult for her to dodge. “Fight back!” Chen shouted so fast that everyone started chanting the same phrase.

“Fight back! Fight back! Fight back!” The crowd cheered.

“What is this cowardice?!” Chen exclaimed. “Fight back!”

Little by little, Y/N is getting mad at the humiliation she’s receiving. Clearly being nice isn’t going to work in this combat thing so she has to do something in order to win. “I don’t want to hurt you!” She said, dodging another attack from him. “Yang Chen, you could die!”

“Try me!” Chen said confidently, still attacking her aggressively but none of them hit her.

“I don’t think she wanted to fight.” An adepti said behind Rex Lapis. “Was she forced into this?”

Rex Lapis smirked on that, she is of course forced. She is not even a fighter and she chose this instead of speaking to him. Now, fear is her enemy before death. 

Guizhong worriedly looked at Y/N, “Rex Lapis, won’t you do something about this? I thought you had eyes for her.”

“She had a choice.” Rex Lapis said, looking unbothered by whatever Y/N’s facing. He knows that she is incapable, or at least that’s what he knows.

Suddenly, Y/N slid far back and looked up. Her eyes met with Rex Lapis’ again— but he was smirking. Y/N felt the anger upon seeing that smug on his face instantly, making her want to slash his throne off the stadium.

But in front of her is Yang Chen, who’s running fast towards her, ready to tear her into pieces.

Y/N, being filled with anger and determination to save the God of Dust, held her sword tightly by her side. I wouldn’t let that man watch me tremble, she thought. With a long glare before he arrives, she dashed forward, creating a huge smoke upon the impact. 

Everyone went silent, looking around to see what happened. 

“What was that?” 

“There's smoke, I can’t see!” 

“Is Zhang Zhong alright?”

Everyone started panicking like they haven’t seen multiple injuries in the previous matches. Yuchen is one of them, still holding his head with all the weight of worry. 

Guizhong stood up in shock, “Rex Lapis! Zhang Zhong is—” She worriedly exclaimed,

Slowly, the smoke started disappearing, revealing Y/N standing with her sword in her hand. There’s no blood on her sword, no blood on her, no sign of injury. But where is Yang Chen?

Once the smoke had disappeared completely, everyone gasped in shock.

Yang Chen, the known man of sword— lies down on the ground with eyes wide open and an arm dismembered so clean that no blood is visible. “Ah, AHHH!” He screams in pain, seeing his arm right next to him. It is still moving, holding tightly on his sword. 

Everyone’s eyes are in shock, even those that are divine. Rex Lapis placed his wine glass down in shock, leaning forward to make sure that he’s seeing the right situation. There is no way she did that, right?

Y/N on the other side is on her back with guilt in her eyes, unable to turn around to face the hurting man. This is the first time she harmed a human being, a person, and this isn’t a part of her plan at all. “Yang Chen, please surrender…” She said in a low voice. “I don’t want to kill you.”

Yang Chen who’s still screaming in pain looked at her. “Zhang Zhong…!” He exclaimed. “Who are you?!”

“I said, surrender!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I surrender!” With that, the drums began beating loudly again, hearing cheers from everyone. Four men then entered the arena to pick Yang Chen up and for him to exit for medical care.

She won, she just won! But she doesn’t know what to feel. However, seeing everyone cheer for her makes her feel so relieved. She made it, and now she can successfully rescue Guizhong! 

She began waving her arms with her wide smile once again like how she was introduced earlier.

“Zhang Zhong!”

“Zhang Zhong!”

They all repeated, even the divine beings were clapping and cheering. Except one, 

“Way to go, Zhang Zhong!” Guizhong cheered as she jumped in happiness, but she was interrupted when the God of Contracts stood up next to her. “You underestimated her, Rex Lapis.”

He angrily looked at the celebrating winner, he felt the defeat since she satisfied her contract with her. “Then I won’t.” He said and jumped off, landing on the grounds of the arena with a loud thud, making everyone scream.

Y/N’s celebration was interrupted, making her turn to face the man who caused it. In the distance, there he stood with visible anger on his face, “Rex Lapis.” She said, and everyone was frightened because of that. Rex Lapis never once entered the arena to fight, so what is this about?

The God of Contracts just began walking towards her, “You’re really testing the limits of a divine, well you have reached mine.” He spoke in a low voice, sending Y/N into a confusion. A long and glowing polearm appeared by his right hand. “All you had to do was to speak to me,”

Suddenly, the ground started shaking, “Ah!” Y/N gasped, seeing the cracks on the grounds of the arena. He seems to be mad about her, successfully dodging him and his tactics about this dueling event.

He stopped once he reached about a meter of distance, glaring down at her worried figure. He grabbed the cover of her face and pulled her by her clothing on her chest. She immediately dropped her sword upon the force, making her hold his wrist instantly. “R-Rex Lapis, please let me go!” His strength is undeniable, he can carry her with one hand. “Please…!”

He stared at her frightened face with a glare, begging him to let her go. For some reason, he found that very amusing that he started painting a smirk on his lips. Y/N on the other side looked at him with fear, her whole entire figure trembling. Rex Lapis can end her life in any second by now, mostly when she is at her vulnerable state.

Her face is also fully exposed to him right now, her entire body is in the air while being carried by her clothing. She is helpless, very helpless. “Please, you got the wrong woman.” She spoke, trying to save herself by mentioning the cursed woman. However, he didn’t seem to acknowledge that. “Rex Lapis, please.” She continued begging.

This is clearly not Zhongli, this man is someone else. This man isn’t the man she fell in love with.

“Can you not fight now? Our contract is about winning against the duelist.” He said in a low tone. Y/N’s eyes widened in an instant, does that mean…?

He then let go of her shirt by pushing her slightly, raising his hand to send a signal to the announcer who seemed to be confused about what’s happening. However, she understood it. 

“Ah, another duel against Zhang Zhong!” The lady announced, making everyone cheer again. However, they’re mostly worried as it is the God of Contracts, also known as the demon lord of geo who initiated the duel against a human being who just arrived to visit their place. “Let’s hear it all out again to our previous winner, Zhang Zhong!”

Everyone started cheering, but Y/N did not move. She just stood there with eyes of fear, staring at the man before her. There is no way she is going to duel the God of Contracts, the man known to move mountains, the man who’s soon to be the Archon of this nation. It is like a death sentence to accept this duel.

“Y-You are violating our contract! I already won my duel, you cannot just begin another one!” Y/N exclaimed, tears starting to form in her eye, and one can’t help but to roll down her cheek.

“Ah, is that so?” He said with a smirk, wiping the tear off her face with his thumb before walking away. Y/N angrily stared at his back, she can clearly burn through his clothing if eyes can produce fire. While walking, he then turned a little to look at her, licking his thumb with her tears on it.

“You—!” She said in shock, balling her fists in anger. This isn’t the Zhongli she fell in love with, this man is a whole entire bastard! First, he sniffed her hair and now he’d do that? That is beyond normal. 

“And on the other side is the one and only God of Contracts, Rex Lapis!” The announcer said, making everyone cheer even louder. This is the first time ever that a God attended this dueling tradition of theirs. “On your marks…”

Y/N glared at the man in the distance who’s already standing in his position. She angrily picked up her sword, stretching her arms and preparing for the battle she is about to face. If this man is going to use this against her, then there is no way she would let this go.

She is going to hold her place, and humble even a divine being such as him. She isn’t just a human being, she is Shi Y/N and she did not come here to embarrass her face. If he wants to fight, then she’ll give it to him.

Knowing that he is a God, she will give all her strength.

“DUEEEL!” The announcer said.

The ground started shaking along with Rex Lapis’ steps as he ran towards Y/N, rock started forming all around them. However, she has no fear inside her chest. Just when he was about to sway his polearm, she dashed up high and landed on one of the huge rocks he built.

He was shocked by her speed, however, she is just a dodging machine so he wouldn’t let that slide. He launched another attack, which she blocked fast with her sword, pushing her slightly upon the impact. The ground kept on shaking, getting crushed like there is a massive earthquake.

With her turn to attack, she just kept dashing like she usually does during combat. This is the technique she learned from Childe. However, all of them were successfully either dodged or blocked by Rex Lapis like she expected, he is skilled in this kind of thing.

“She can withstand Rex lapis!” The people cheered, seeing that she can battle the man known as the demon lord of geo. “How is that possible that a human can withstand a God?!”

“How is she dodging Rex Lapis?!”

“I knew she was beyond beauty!”

This is the first time Y/N witnessed Zhongli activate his abilities as a God. If she is going to be honest, he frightens her. Every rock he throws, every attack he launches, all of them are scary but she is surprised that she can eventually fight back.

In one of her attacks, her sword met with his polearm, making their faces close to one another as they pushed each other with force. “You should’ve been wiser.” Rex Lapis said.

“I am always wiser.” She responded, overpowering him. He was sent into a distance but he was able to manage. As time goes by, Y/N is getting more and more intimidated by his abilities.

It feels like she is finally at her breaking point, and it feels like she is going to pass out due to the continuous forces in her physical body. However, she knows that she can’t lose to him. She can’t feed his ego. She wouldn’t.

She breathed heavily, looking at the man at the distance who’s standing with still, anger on his face. He is getting pissed more and more, knowing that she can withstand his abilities. 

Y/N then smiled upon seeing that, she sensed that he is also getting intimidated by her abilities. She then started walking towards him in a normal pacing, green lightnings began surrounding her arms and her sword. The wind became stronger inside the arena, making everyone scream and cover their faces. 

She can feel it again, the ability she used on Neuvillette— and she can feel her body reacting with it. Little by little, her steps became faster and faster, feeling the excitement of the ability that she was just about to use on him. “Rex Lapis!” She shouted his name.

She then raised her sword, a green lightning hitting it. She was about to dash towards him again, prepared to make him unconscious in less than a second. 

However, everything went differently when Rex Lapis crossed his arms— and a massive rock appeared from the sky, immediately falling onto the poor Y/N. It created a massive smoke, and a huge force of wind hitting everyone in the arena.

Once the wind calmed down, everyone started peeking again. Some of them coughed because of the smoke, some of the fanned the smoke away. And suddenly, it is quiet in the arena, it is just filled with smoke with Rex Lapis standing in the middle.

“What happened?” 

“Where is Zhang Zhong?”

Rex Lapis waited for seconds, staring at the massive smoke to see if she’ll come out any moment— or if she is dead. However, he did not see any sign of life so he just turned around and began walking away.

Everyone’s eyes in the audience are filled with shock, frightened to witness such an event. Their God just killed a visitor who fought fairly in their traditional event. But who can blame him? He is a God, it is natural for him to overpower everyone.

“You should’ve been wiser.” Rex Lapis said again as he walked.

“And I said, I am always wiser.” He heard her voice behind her. He immediately turned around in shock however, he was hit by the strongest wind he ever felt in his entire life, throwing him so far that he crashed on the ground and rocks he built for so many times. 

The wind was so strong that it sliced through the rocks and a side of the arena. Everyone covered their faces once again, screaming due to the impact of the wind. It made a huge explosion, and a huge breeze that they felt themselves flying.

However, everything eased down a little while after. They spotted Y/N who’s unscathed, walking towards the body of the man she was dueling with. Y/N’s eyes widened upon seeing his unconscious body laying among the rocks, immediately throwing her sword away and running towards him. “Rex Lapis!” She shouted.

Everyone seemed to be in a state of panic, however, they all still cheered. “Aaaand another crown for Zhong Zhang!” The announcer said but Y/N didn’t seem to mind. She just ran towards Rex Lapis worriedly.

“Rex Lapis!” She said and knelt down, tapping his shoulders and his face rapidly. However, he is not responding. His eyes are closed, and he isn’t moving at all. She then cupped his cheeks with guilt inside her, “Rex Lapis, wake up!” She cried, “Wake up, please!”

She can’t stop shaking the man out of fear of killing him, she cannot just let that happen. She then carried his head and his upper body, placing him on her lap as she cried. “Somebody, please!” She screamed and that seemed to alert everyone. The divine being then began standing up, walking towards them. 

Y/N hugs his upper body, still tapping on his face rapidly with the hopes of him waking up. “Zhongli, please…” She cried. “I’m sorry!” 

With that, people arrived and carried the unconscious body of the God she just fought. Women held Y/N up in order for her to feel the comfort but she can’t let it go. She could’ve killed Zhongli, he could’ve been dead because of her. “Rex Lapis!” She cried, an arm reaching out.

Guizhong on the top of the stadium stood frozen in shock, not sure about what she just witnessed. She knows that her friend Rex Lapis can never be overpowered by other Gods, let alone a human being. SHe is beyond shocked, and at the same time, she is impressed by her abilities.

Just who, who are you Zhang Zhong?

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This is a fanfiction based on Genshin Impact’s Zhongli, all made with my imagination. Please do not copy, translate, or repost to another platform without my permission!! —⋆｡°✩ Thank you so much!!

[doverstar]

actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-

[cordatumcape]

just like how freddric can use viridian's bow, i'd like to think he picked up the flute for chartreuse

[quietwingsinthesky]

I’m not one for soulmates AUs but bobbyrufus soulmate AU of the ‘you have the last words your soulmate will ever say to you on your body somewhere’ kind.

[lilianne-tarot]

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE I

Cards Pulled: High Priestess, the Chariot, Judgment, Justice, Knight of Wands and oracle cards

Okay, honey, welcome to this pile 1!! Let’s see into what you’ll be lowkey obsessed with when it comes to your future spouse hehe. Before I start this reading, I just wanna mention something really crucial here, UHM......... y'all are LUCKY AF. 😭😭like TF. Also for people who chose this pile, the person described here is sooo similar to the character of Sang Yan from the C-drama The First Frost. I haven't even watched that drama yet, just saw it all over tiktok and insta reels and it's soo crazy how I was constantly thinking about him throughout writing this. The way he carries himself in that drama and SPECIFICALLY HIS EYES. THIS PILE IS LITERALLY HIM. PERIODT.

First off, this person? Mysterious AF.

Like you know when someone doesn’t post on social media but when they do, it’s in black-and-white with a cryptic caption and you’re like “HELLO? What does it mean??” Yeah, that’s their entire vibe. The High Priestess is the main character here, and this person is dripping in silent depth. It’s not that they’re quiet, NO NO, they’re intentional. Everything they do feels like a sacred ritual, even if it’s just tying their shoes. You’re gonna love how they somehow make you slow down and listen more, not just to them but to your own damn intuition. I’m getting this image of you two sitting on the floor, legs touching, and you’re rambling about your day while they just watch you like you’re a rare eclipse. And they’ll say something like “You feel like the ocean right before a storm,” and boom. You’re ruined. Forever.

And OMG don’t even get me started on the emotional depth… because wow.

Yeah, I got CHILLS. Literal chills. ? Bestie, your future spouse doesn’t just love you, they DROWN in you. There’s a softness to them that feels ancient. Like they’ve lived a thousand lives and chose you in every single one. Their love language? Definitely some spicy combination of telepathy, forehead kisses, and knowing your exact comfort food without you saying a word. And yet, they’re not soft in the doormat way. HELL NO. Baby, this person moves. When they decide they want something? Game over. They’re a force. You’ll love how they’ll be gentle with your soul but a literal wildfire for your protection. Someone stares at you weird? They’ve clocked it. You’re nervous to speak up in a group? They smoothly redirect the convo so you shine. It’s that ride-or-die loyalty with a spicy side of “Don’t mess with what’s mine.”

Your future spouse has transformed by the time they meet you. Like… phoenix out of the ashes levels of rebirth. I’m seeing someone who may have had to break out of their own cycles, maybe even some shadow work that slapped, but they did the work. That’s something you’ll absolutely adore about them: their self-awareness. You’ll be so drawn to how they hold themselves accountable. They’ve probably been the villain in someone else’s story, and instead of playing the victim, they faced it. Shadow work? Check. Therapy? Likely. Apologies? Given when needed. They’ve done a full spiritual exfoliation, and now? They’re GLOWING. AND they treat you with such intentional fairness. They don’t play games, they don’t breadcrumb, and they sure as hell don’t ghost (WHEW. thank god cuz i hate that shit) What you’ll cherish most is how they show up for you, consistently. Every little action feels like, “I see you. I honor you. I’m choosing you, even on the messy days.”

And um, can we please talk about how HOT they are when they’re PASSIONATE??? Because the Knight of Wands is coming in LOUD with main-character energy and It’s giving “I’m dragging you into the hallway to make out because I missed you for two hours.” FJNIDNSBTRVIH There’s a bit of chaos in their passion, but like… the fun, flirty, seductive kind. You’ll catch yourself staring when they’re focused on something they care about, eyes lit, words flying, and it’ll hit you: “Damn. That’s my person.” Like they could be talking about some weird niche topic, idk, the ethics of time travel or why a band’s debut album was superior, and you’re just sitting there like, “Okay, philosopher.” It’s hot. It’s brainy. It’s unhinged. And it’s so them. (did i just describe my type here?) 

But here’s the real one, your potential most favorite thing? It’s how they love you through your shadows.

It tells me that they don’t just love your highlights, babe. They’re the one who knows about the parts you try to hide, and loves them deeper. You’ll feel so safe being raw with them. Like crying-on-the-floor-at-2am kind of safe. They’ll be the person who doesn’t try to fix it, they’ll just sit with you in it. You’ll finally feel like, “Oh. I don’t have to perform here.” Also, minor side message that just smacked me: they might help you release a generational wound. Yep. It’s giving “breaking ancestral chains with one good relationship.” I’m not saying they’re your healer (you’re healing yourself, boo), but they are a safe space that lets the healing happen. And the ocean symbolism? BABY. Their love is like the tide, constant, natural, overwhelming in the best way. You might not even realize how deeply they’ve rooted into you until one day they’re not there for a few hours and you’re like, “Why does the air taste different???”

Okay, a few more spicy psychic messages which I got throughout the reading I'll drop here before we close because the tea is still hot:

You’ll love their hands. Like, obsessively. Spirit keeps showing me images of their hands wrapping around yours, brushing your hair back, gripping your waist, yeah, you’re gonna be down bad. They have a “hidden” creative side. Music? Poetry? Painting war miniatures? IDK 😭but it’s something they keep private until they trust you, and once you see it? Prepare to melt. 🫠 They’re a consent king/queen. In the bedroom, in arguments, in making plans, they’re always checking in. Always making sure your voice is heard. It’s HOT. You’ll laugh together in the weirdest moments. Like cracking up during a serious movie or turning a grocery run into a full-on comedy sketch. The emotional intimacy? Unreal.

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE II

Cards Pulled: Death, Ace of Cups, Four of Cups, Five of Pentacles, Knight of Cups and oracle cards

OKAY BESTIE… buckle the HELL up. This pile??? This pile is literally a love letter from the universe, and it’s about your future spouse in a way that’s got me gasping and screaming into the void. Like, if you’ve ever wondered what it would feel like to be truly chosen, truly adored, and truly transformed by love??? this is THAT reading. I’m already sweating more because the cards are kinds big ones as you can see😭 . This ain’t a crush. This is main character's energy meets divine rebirth through love . And your favourite thing about this person? Oh honey... it's EVERYTHING they awaken in you. But let me explain because DAMN it gets DEEP. 💀

this pile is all about how utterly devoted and obsessed he is with you, but in that controlled, sexy, lowkey psycho but make it romantic way. He doesn’t say much, but when he does?? It cuts straight to your soul. He makes you feel like the only person that’s ever existed. And when he touches you? The world fades.

Okay so first of all, this love is not soft-launch energy. Actually there’s no soft energy here. It’s not the kind of love where you post a blurry arm on IG stories and call it a day. No no. This is Death + Ace of Cups type of sh*t. This person literally drags you out of a fog you didn’t even know you were in. Like, imagine going through life feeling fine, maybe kinda meh, autopilot vibes, and then BOOM. You meet this person and suddenly, colors are brighter. Food tastes better. Music hits differently. You’re like, “Wait, am I ALIVE again??” Yeah. That.

You don’t just fall in love with them. You fall in love with yourself through their eyes. Because they see you in this way no one ever has before. They don’t pedestal you in some weird, unreachable way, but they mirror back your rawest essense. And you start to remember who TF you are. ✨ Like, you start off this journey feeling a lil rejected, a lil disillusioned (Four of Cups + Five of Pentacles energy… hello loneliness my old friend), but through this love?? You rise. You blossom. You reclaim your power. The crown was always yours, you just forgot. They don’t give you your power back, babe. They just remind you where you left it. And that?! That is your favorite thing about them: they activate the version of you that had been buried under years of rejection, doubt, and disconnection.

Bestie, I’m not gonna sugarcoat, this is NOT some sunshiney, fluffy past you’ve been through. You’ve known the ache of being left out in the cold. Maybe you’ve been the one always giving, always chasing, always hoping for scraps of love from people who didn’t even deserve to speak your name. You’ve had your heart cold-stoned and ghosted and breadcrumbed, and you were probably starting to believe that maybe love just wasn’t in the cards for you. Enter: this person.

They don’t just walk in with roses and pretty words (though they absolutely do that too, Knight of Cups energy is full-on poetic simp vibes 😭). But more importantly?? They SHOW UP. When you expect abandonment, they stay. When you push them away, they lean in. When you flinch at love, they don’t take it personally, they just hold you through it. You’re not their project. You’re their equal, their mirror, their muse. And you’ll find yourself sobbing randomly, “Wait… this is what it’s supposed to feel like??” Because for the first time, love isn’t a battlefield. It’s a sanctuary. It’s not conditional. It’s safe. I’m not kidding when I say this person is the Knight of Cups in every form. So with this person prepare to also see the perfect blend of this combination. prepare for random voice notes at midnight because they saw a cloud that looked like your side profile. Prepare for forehead kisses, poetic ramblings, playlists that sound like your soul. But also?? It’s not performative. It’s not just vibes and aesthetics. It’s intentional.

They speak your love language fluently, even the ones you didn’t know you had. You like thoughtful gifts? Boom, they kept the receipt from your first coffee date and made it into a bookmark for your favorite book. You like acts of service? Baby, they’re doing your laundry and ordering your comfort food on a day you can’t get out of bed. You like words of affirmation? They’re sending full monologues about how divine you are. Honestly, at some point you’re gonna be like, “Can you STOP being obsessed with me for five seconds?” But also you’ll be like, don’t stop. Ever. 😭

Let’s circle back to that Death card because whew… this is the CORE. Your favorite thing about this person isn’t just what they do, it’s who they are and who they inspire you to become. You literally go through a soul transformation in their presence. They don’t fall in love with your mask. They fall in love with your shadow. With the parts you thought made you unlovable. With your mess, your moods, your madness, and suddenly, those parts stop feeling like flaws and start feeling like facets of your magic. And in turn?? You’ll start holding them that way too. You won’t be idolizing each other. You’ll be liberating each other. This love isn’t about being perfect, it’s about being real. It’s about death and rebirth. It’s about watching each other burn and saying, “I still choose you.” They are going to be your favorite revolution.

"Wear your power proudly and unapologetically" is not just advice, it’s what your future spouse pulls out of you. You’ve spent so long shrinking. So long waiting for permission. And this person? They’re gonna hand you the crown and go, “You were born royalty. Act like it.” And the best part? They don’t do it for clout. They don’t flaunt you like a trophy. They cherish you like you’re made of stardust and war paint. Your softest parts are sacred to them. Your weirdness? Worshipped. Your power? Encouraged. Like babe... you will feel both feral and safe in their arms. Do you know how rare that is????

Okay this is so random but it came through SO clearly, I’m getting this image of you hating Mondays your whole life, until this person shows up and suddenly?? You’re excited for the week. You’re looking forward to slow morning texts, coffee runs together, messy buns and “just 5 more minutes” cuddles before they leave for work. They re-sensitize you to the beauty of everyday things. And that is so underrated. They make your life feel like poetry again.

 Final random Favorite Things You’ll Obsess Over:

The way they say your name like it’s a prayer. Youll love listening to your name from them. Their ability to sense your moods before you speak. That would be their superpower, honestly. And also the contrast of their softness in private vs their strength in public.

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE III

Cards pulled: Six of Swords, The Empress, The Fool, Five of Wands, Ace of Swords amd oracle cards

OMG This pile wow. This is “you didn't know you were starving ‘til they fed you” energy. Wow that was deep LOL. They LOVE the full spectrum of you. Your sensitivity, your rage, your need to cry during commercials, he eats it up. Encourages you to take up space. He celebrates your chaos. And the banter would UNMATCHED.

So first off, let me just say this: I legit felt like I was watching one of those dramatic K-drama slow burns when I started reading this pile. Like ep 1 is you emotionally limping out of some messy chapter of your life, and ep 16 is you soft-smiling while they brush hair from your face and I’m crying just thinking about it 😭 but I digress—

Now let’s start peeling the layers of this absolutely BONKERS beautiful energy: your fave things about this person, Oh honey. It’s not just their looks (although, side note, the way they carry themselves, that quiet “I know who tf I am” swag? Oof. HOT). But no, what melts you? What gets you twisted in the sheets, It’s their consistency with their expression of emotions, their emotional maturity, and the fact that they’re lowkey your safe space after a lifetime of chaos. Yeah, I said it. The trauma you didn’t even realize you were still carrying, they help you walk that.

And listen. This person doesn’t swoop in and fix you, don’t get it wrong. They don’t love you despite your wounds, they love you with them. Like “hand-in-hand with your demons” type love. They don’t run when things get messy. You’ll sit there anxious and they’ll hand you a coffee mug and be like, “Keep talking, I’m not going anywhere.” THAT kind of presence. Yeah, bestie. That’s what you’re gonna worship. But don’t think this is some therapist in a man’s body situation either lmao. There’s a whole wild side to this person too, like, this person challenges the fck outta you.😂 They’re gonna debate you for fun, tease you just to make you roll your eyes, push your buttons not to be toxic, but because it turns them on to see you all passionate and fired up. The intellectual banter is chef’s kiss. Your fave thing about them is that you never get bored with them. They don’t just nod along, they’re present. They got opinions, they got a backbone, and they’re not afraid to go toe to toe with you when you are acting up (and honestly? You love it).

This pile is all about liberation. Your fave thing about them is how they remind you of who you are before the world made you smaller. They give you permission to laugh too loud, cry too much, and dream too big. And they're gonna do it all right beside you.

Now The way they see you… like, you're not just a person to them. You're a literal universe. The way they look at you when you’re ranting about something random, Or doing your skincare, Or just existing in oversized pajamas, They’re gone. Fully GONE. And because of that, you start to see yourself differently too, which is honestly the best part. Like, your favorite thing about this person is how they love you into softness, into full self-worth. They speak to the parts of you that felt unworthy and whisper, “More. You deserve more.” You start walking different because of how deeply they hold space for you.

 😩 Baby This person is your reset button. You’ve been carrying so much emotional weight from past relationships, maybe even from family crap, old fears, toxic exes, and here comes this person like… “Why are you still dimming your light?” this is literally them encouraging you to live a little, say yes more. Take the leap. Splurge. Cry. Yell. Make a mess. Be too much. They LOVE that you're extra. They don't flinch when you're chaotic. They jump off the cliff with you, giggling. (that one was a little exaggerated but nvm😭)

Like, your favorite thing about them is how much they let you take up space. Not just tolerate it. They encourage it. “You are worth every desire, every dream. Demand what is yours.” And this person believe in that. They fight for that. And I’m telling you right now, they’ll probably be the one who drags you to that dream vacation you were too shy to plan, or who makes you apply for the job you think you're not good enough for. They see your power. They know your value. And it becomes your favorite mirror. 💅

And YESSSS, there’s a sexuality to this pile too 😏.This person? They worship your body like it’s art. Like a damn temple. And it’s not just hot passionate nights, it's playful, explorative, curious, FUN. That “I can’t keep my hands off you but I also wanna laugh in your neck while doing it” kinda vibe. 😭That alone could’ve been the whole reading LMAO. But here's the secret sauce: the emotional intimacy hits harder than the physical. It's the way they look at you when you’re vulnerable. When you’re quiet. When you’re in your dark. They just get you. Like intuitively. You’ll be like “I didn’t even say anything” and they’re already making you soup or running you a bath or telling you to block that toxic friend. HOW DO THEY KNOW??? Idk, babes. Soul contract things. 💀

OH and one more image i saw, you're going through a rough time emotionally. You're bawling, maybe imposter syndrome, maybe an old wound opened up, idk, but this person, they stop everything and hold your face and say something brutally honest but loving like: “You forget who you are. Let me remind you.” And it floors you. Floors. You. 🥹

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[buckyseternaldoll]

More Than Enough

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x pregnant!reader

Summary: Even with swollen feet, a body you barely recognize, and the weight of two little lives inside you, Bucky never lets you forget one truth: you are more than enough.

Tags: married life fluff, comfort and reassurance, husband Bucky, domestic moments, pregnancy insecurities, gentle touches, possible mention of body dysmorphia

You’ve been having trouble moving around now that you’re six months pregnant with twins. Your belly has grown bigger, rounder, heavier with every passing day. Your feet swell if you walk too much—or sit too long. There’s no happy medium. And while Bucky has never once faltered in his mission to make your life as easy and comfortable as possible, there are still moments where you feel like you’re slowly losing pieces of yourself.

You don’t quite recognize the woman in the mirror anymore. She looks like she’s grown three sizes in every direction. Your favorite comfy sandals don’t even fit now—your feet looking more like they belong to an elephant than to you.

Bucky tells you every day that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen—and he’s lived long enough to really mean it—but the ache inside you isn’t about him. It’s about you. You do love the life growing inside you, the tiny pieces of your shared love getting stronger with each flutter and kick, but lately, it’s just… a lot. And tonight, after your shower, you’ve been standing a little too long in the walk-in closet, staring into your reflection. Long enough for Bucky to notice.

“Hey, baby, you okay?” His voice is low, soft with concern. You hear the worry woven into each syllable as he pads toward you. He steps up behind you, his frame warm and solid, and meets your eyes in the mirror. To him, there’s nothing more breathtaking than this view: you, carrying his children.

“I’m fine,” you say, but your voice wobbles. “Just feel like I’m not really me anymore.” Tears start to well, uninvited but unstoppable.

He doesn’t hesitate. His arms wrap gently around you from behind, palms resting on your bare, stretching belly. He’s heard this before—and he knows you never truly mean it. Not all the way.

“All I can see in the mirror is the love of my life,” Bucky murmurs, smiling softly as he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Who’s carrying another set of my love inside.” His vibranium hand rests protectively on your bump, warm despite the metal. “Still effortlessly beautiful, my stunning doll.”

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but he cuts you off with a kiss just beneath your ear.

“I love you. Even if you get all wrinkled up like a little raisin someday,” he teases, eyes shining. “My heart’s full of you. Always has been. I’d never get enough of you, sweetheart.”

His words melt the weight pressing on your chest, and when he notices the swelling in your legs hasn’t gone down entirely, he brushes a hand over your calf with that same loving touch. “Want me to massage your legs?”

You nod, cheeks warm. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Feels like I take up all your time—time you could use saving the world.”

Bucky snorts softly. “What could possibly be more important than saving my lifeline?”

With careful hands, he helps you into your nightgown—thin and soft, your favorite—and then, without warning, scoops you up bridal-style. You squeal and giggle despite yourself, clinging to him as he carries you to bed like you’re made of glass. The pillows are already arranged just the way you like them: three behind your back, one long one under your knees. Your favorite Stitch plushie waits near the headboard, and a steaming mug of chamomile tea with honey rests on your nightstand, right where he left it.

He kneels at the edge of the bed and grabs the little lavender-scented oil you always reach for. With both hands, he starts to massage your swollen legs, gentle and steady. He checks in with every stroke—asking if it’s too much, too little, if there’s a spot that needs more love. His care is unwavering, like you’re something rare and precious. And you are, to him.

Your heart swells, nearly bursting. You look at the man who once struck fear into the world—and here he is, kneeling on the floor, massaging your aching legs like there’s no place he’d rather be.

“I just…” you start to say, then trail off. He immediately pauses, his face lifting in alarm.

“I just still can’t believe I’m yours, Bucky.”

His whole body relaxes as he exhales a relieved laugh. “Oh, love. You scared me,” he chuckles, rubbing a hand down your shin. “You can’t do that to a 110-year-old man, you know? Could’ve died of cardiac arrest.”

You both burst out laughing, the room filling with warmth and lightness. The heavy thoughts lift away like morning mist, leaving only peace behind.

“I love you so much, Bucky,” you whisper. “I’m just so… happy to be yours.”

He finishes putting on your compression socks and pauses, overwhelmed by how full his heart feels. “I’ll always be here for you, doll.” He leans in and kisses your forehead. “I love you so much. Too much. Beyond the skies, across all universe.”

And that’s all that matters.

You. Bucky. This cozy room. The soft scent of chamomile. A quiet moment wrapped in love.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

Summary: Rafe getting a late night call from the boys saying his girl and Sarah are dancing on a table at a party and he comes and possessively brings you back home 😛

Warnings: nothing really

Word count: 1,144

MASTERLIST (rafe x thorton!reader au masterlist)

The low buzz of Rafe’s phone broke through the quiet hum of the room. He grabbed it from the nightstand, glancing at the screen. Kelce. He sighed, already annoyed, before answering. “What?” His tone was sharp, almost a warning. On the other end of the line, Kelce hesitated. “Uh… I think you should come get Y/n.”

Rafe frowned, already feeling the stirrings of frustration. “Why?” “She’s… um…” Kelce trailed off, clearly searching for the right words. Rafe’s patience snapped. “Kelce, spit it out.” Kelce’s nervous laugh only made Rafe’s jaw tighten. “She’s drunk, man. Like, really drunk. And, uh… she’s on a table.”

“A table?” Rafe repeated, his tone flat. “Yeah, with Sarah. They’re, uh, dancing.” Kelce cleared his throat awkwardly. “Topper’s trying to get them down, but… well, it’s not going great.” For a second, Rafe didn’t respond, the disbelief sinking in. Then, he scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Wish I was,” Kelce said quickly, a hint of nervous humour in his tone. “Topper and Y/n are now just bickering. You might wanna hurry.” Rafe shook his head, the frustration bubbling up in his chest. He grabbed his keys from the counter, his movements sharp and deliberate. “Just don’t let her out of your sight, Kelce. You hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got her,” Kelce assured, though his voice lacked the confidence Rafe wanted to hear. “Good,” Rafe muttered. “I’m on my way.” He ended the call without another word, shoving the phone into his pocket and striding out to his truck. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he fired up the engine, the deep growl filling the silence as he reversed out of the driveway.

~

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk. All that junk inside your trunk?I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk.

From outside the party, Rafe could already hear the heavy bass thumping through the house, the unmistakable beat of a Black Eyed Peas song rattling the windows. He pushed through the front door, the din of laughter and chatter blending with the music. His gaze sharpened as he weaved through the throng of partygoers, ignoring the greetings and drunken pats on the back.

Kelce and Topper came into view near the edge of the living room, standing together with bemused expressions, their attention fixed on something—or someone. “What the hell is going on?” Rafe muttered under his breath as he strode toward them. Kelce turned at his approach, an awkward grin tugging at his lips. “You made it.”

Rafe didn’t respond, his attention already shifting to where Kelce and Topper were staring. His jaw tightened when his eyes landed on you and Sarah, both barefoot, teetering on top of a table in the centre of the room. “Are you kidding me?” he muttered, running a hand down his face.

You were mid-spin, Sarah twirling you as you giggled uncontrollably. Your voice carried over the music as you belted out the lyrics, completely oblivious to the crowd forming around you. “I drive these brothers crazy, I do it on the daily,” you sang, your voice loud and carefree, earning cheers and laughter from the partygoers.

“They treat me really nicely, they buy me all these iceys!” you continued, tossing your head back as Sarah joined in, the two of you clumsily bumping hips in time with the music. Rafe’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, noticing how people—mostly guys—were watching, some with smirks, others with their phones out, filming the scene.

A muscle ticked in his jaw as his gaze flicked back to you, your skirt riding higher on your thighs with every exaggerated sway of your hips. “How long has this been going on?” Rafe demanded, his voice low but firm as he tucked his hands into his pockets, his irritation barely contained.

Kelce snorted, shooting Topper a glance before answering. “This is their second song.” Rafe arched a brow, his gaze momentarily shifting back to your exposed legs before snapping to Kelce. “What was the first?” “‘Pony,’” Kelce deadpanned, his tone dripping with disbelief. Rafe let out a sharp scoff, shaking his head as his lips twisted into a grimace. “Of course it was.”

Turning back to the scene, Rafe’s irritation simmered into something darker, more possessive. The sight of you, carefree and oblivious, with all those eyes on you—it didn’t matter if it was harmless fun. You were his, and he wasn’t about to let anyone forget it—least of all you.

“All right, that’s enough,” he said, his voice cutting through the music as he strode toward the table. His presence alone made heads turn, but Rafe didn’t care. His focus was solely on you. You looked down at him with a drunken smile, your face flushed and glowing under the lights.

“Rafey!” you exclaimed, your voice sing-song and laced with giggles. “Come dance with me!” Rafe’s jaw tightened as he rolled his eyes. “Not today, Princess,” he replied, his tone firm. He extended a hand toward you. “Get down. Now.” Your face fell into a pout, your lips pressing together as you leaned slightly closer to him.

“But I’m having soooo much fun!” you whined, swaying on unsteady feet. Before you could argue further, a loud squeal escaped your lips as Rafe’s strong arm wrapped firmly around your hips. With little effort, he hoisted you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Rafe!” you shrieked, your fists lightly thumping against his back as laughter bubbled out of you. “Put me down!”Unbothered by your protests—or the amused whistles and hollers from the crowd—Rafe ignored you entirely, his steps deliberate as he walked out of the house.

“Rafe Cameron!” you yelled, your voice a mix of indignation and drunken giggles. “You’re ruining my fun!” “And you’re ruining my night,” he shot back, his tone clipped but not without an edge of amusement as he tightened his grip on your legs to keep you steady.

The cool night air hit you both as he pushed through the door, leaving the music and chaos behind. Rafe didn’t stop until he reached his truck, his irritation still simmering as he opened the passenger door and carefully set you down on the seat.

Your arms crossed over your chest, your lips still in a dramatic pout as you looked up at him. “You’re such a buzzkill,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite. “And you’re a handful,” Rafe retorted, leaning down slightly so his face was level with yours.

His eyes softened briefly, though his tone remained firm. “But you’re my handful. Now sit still before you hurt yourself.” Your pout deepened, but Rafe had already moved to the driver’s side, his grip on the situation as firm as ever.

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ sad girl ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! there is also a part one to this story, million dollar man! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ one week had passed since your boyfriend, sang-woo, reappeared in your life under strange circumstances that made your blood run cold. for two agonizing weeks, he had vanished without explanation. then, he returned, battered and hollow-eyed, his face bearing scars that seemed etched not only into his skin but into his very soul. he had come to your door clutching a bag of cash, his body trembling, his clothes soaked with sweat. “wait for me,” he had whispered, his voice hoarse and desperate. you promised you would, and so you did.

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t stop replaying that moment in your mind, every detail a puzzle you couldn’t solve. had he been involved in something criminal? was he tangled in debts or worse? the thought that he might be ensnared in something far beyond your understanding consumed you. the sight of him, standing there, so broken and afraid, haunted you. you didn’t want to believe he was in danger, but deep down, you couldn’t dismiss the fear.

˚ ༘♡ then, this morning, a text came through on your phone. it was brief, offering no answers, only an instruction, “come to my house.” no explanation, no reassurance, merely a summoning. the clock had barely struck six, but you didn’t hesitate. sleep clung to you as you threw on the white, wool coat he had gifted you months ago for your three-month anniversary.

˚ ༘♡ the streets were quiet, the morning air biting at your skin as you made your way to his home. every breath a battle against the anxiety clawing at your chest. when you reached his door, it swung open almost immediately.

˚ ༘♡ before you could say a word, he pulled you inside, his movements quick, the door closing behind you with a soft click. the air inside was warm, contrasting the chill outside, but it did little to ease the tension in your body.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re here,” he murmured, his voice low, and then his lips kissed your cheek, cool and brief, a gesture that was both familiar and foreign. the touch left your skin tingling, not with comfort but with unease. his eyes lingered on you, their usual sharpness dulled by something you couldn’t place, something sinister.

˚ ༘♡ you stepped back from him, your voice trembling but firm. “you have to tell me everything right now,” you demanded, though the weight of your exhaustion seeped into every word. the fear you’d carried for weeks had worn you down, leaving sorrow in its wake. “i can’t keep living like this, with all the secrecy and half-truths. it’s killing me.”

˚ ༘♡ as you glanced around, you noticed his home looked different, emptier than you remembered. furniture was missing, and stacks of boxes lined the walls, their presence unnerving. your eyes narrowed as you turned back to him. “are you moving? why didn’t you tell me anything?” your voice cracked with disbelief. then, anger surged, and you shoved his chest, your frustration spilling over. “this has to stop! you can’t keep throwing money and gifts at me, thinking it’ll distract me from everything you’re hiding!”

˚ ༘♡ his posture stiffened, his muscles taut under the pressure of your words. his jaw clenched tightly, and for a moment, he looked away, as though searching for the right response. when he spoke, his voice was strained, his frustration cutting through. “if you would only give me a chance!” he snapped, the sharpness of his tone filling the room. his chest heaved and fell rapidly as he struggled to compose himself.

˚ ༘♡ letting out a slow, deep breath, he rubbed his temple, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled off his glasses. without them, his eyes looked more vulnerable, the walls he so carefully built around himself momentarily exposed. “why can’t you trust me?” he said, his voice quieter now, tinged with a mixture of anger and hurt. “why is it so hard for you to believe in me?”

˚ ༘♡ the scars on his face had faded slightly but still marred his handsome, angular features. your eyes lingered on them, the memories of his battered appearance resurfacing with a painful clarity. tears welled up, blurring your vision, and a tightness settled in your throat. “then tell me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the truth he was about to share. “it was business dealings,” he began, his tone measured, “not illegal, but high-risk. it was meant to be a way to increase my earnings, and it worked. it was highly profitable and lucrative in the fiscal aspect. it was presented as a secure business opportunity.”

˚ ༘♡ you narrowed your gaze, suspicion flaring. “how much money are you talking about?”

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes. “forty-five billion six hundred million won,” he said, his expression unreadable.

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught in you throat, your mind struggling to process the sheer enormity of the figure. “what?” you managed to choke out, your disbelief evident. “sang-woo, that kind of money doesn’t come without strings attached. it can’t be clean.”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw tightened, and he looked at you with an intensity that made your stomach churn. “do you trust me enough to believe it is?”

˚ ༘♡ you faltered, the strength of his question bearing down on you. he wasn’t explaining, he was testing your loyalty, your ability to have faith in him despite the glaring inconsistencies. deep down, doubt clawed at you, but your love for him, flawed and reckless as it was, overpowered your reservations. “i trust you,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice. “i’m sorry for questioning you.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded, the tension in his frame easing slightly, though his gaze remained guarded. “the investment fund ended a few weeks ago,” he continued, his tone darker now. “it got messy, very messy.” his bruised hand lifted, gesturing to the faint scars on his face. “this… was the price of my involvement.”

˚ ༘♡ the word lingered between you, heavy and suffocating. you stared at him, the weight of his choices crashing down on you like an unbearable tide. “why didn’t you tell me?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “don’t you know I would have stood by you? no matter what?”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes darkened, and his voice rose intensely, startling you. “because I didn’t want to drag you into my problems!” he shouted, the force of his words filling the room and making you flinch. the reaction caught him off guard, his frustration fading as he noticed the fear on your pallid face. he let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his disheveled hair before pacing the length of the room. when he returned, his expression softened, and he cupped your face gently, his touch warm despite the tension. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with regret. “i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.”

˚ ༘♡ you had hoped that hearing the truth would make things easier, that it would bring the clarity you craved. but instead, it felt as though the distance between you had grown wider. “sang-woo,” you said softly, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions, “i don’t care what you’ve done or what happened. i only want to know that you’re safe, that we’ll be okay.” tears spilled freely down your pale cheeks, salty streaks marking the anguish you couldn’t hide.

˚ ༘♡ his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. your head rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you in a way his words couldn’t. his hand moved slowly along your back, a comforting motion that was far different than the turmoil brewing within you. “everything will be fine,” he whispered, his tone firm yet almost pleading. “i promise, it’ll all be fine.”

˚ ༘♡ despite his reassurance, you couldn’t shake the pang of unease in your stomach. his words might have been meant to comfort, but they felt fragile, as though they could shatter under the strain of whatever truths still remained hidden.

˚ ༘♡ “i love you,” he murmured, his hand gently tilting your chin until your eyes met his. his gaze was steady, filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “i want to spend my life with you. to get married, have a family…”

˚ ༘♡ a shaky laugh escaped through your tears, a fragile moment of relief breaking through the tension. “alright,” you said softly, wiping at your damp cheeks. “let’s start with something simple. how about we go get something to eat?” your fingers brushed against his tired, weathered face, tracing the lines of exhaustion etched into his features. “you look like you haven’t had a decent meal in days,” you added with a small smile.

˚ ༘♡ sang woo’s lips curved upward, faint but genuine. “that sounds good,” he replied, his voice carrying a gentleness that was almost unfamiliar after everything.

a/n: i thought sang-woo wouldn’t tell his girlfriend about the squid game, with how concerned he is with maintaining a perfect reputation. let me know if you have any other requests! 🤍

[plutoslastwords]

I love ur baby Norris fic smmmm

Can you do one where she is feeling super clingy and just dosent want to leave him alone whether she is just always wanting to be held or just living in his shadow and constantly following him.

koala time

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: baby norris doesn't get clingy often, but when she does, she really does

warnings: none!

w/c: 1.6k

a/n: sorry this is rushed and all over the place hahah, but hope you enjoy xx

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For a three year old, you are relatively independent. If he had to guess, Lando would regretfully say that it is because he has to be away so often, so you have had to learn to cope with life without your daddy. Obviously you have babysitters and such when he can’t be there to look after you himself, but he knows that no one can properly fill the void of a missing parent.

It's not like you're already ready to live by yourself yet, but it’s the little things like knowing where the cup cupboard is, or where all of your clothes are so you can get yourself dressed in the morning - though you sometimes struggle with the fiddly buttons. In a way, it makes Lando sad, he should be the one doing these things for you, you’re just a baby, you shouldn’t have to do this all yourself.

Unfortunately, there’s not much he can do about it except shower you with attention whenever he gets the chance, making sure that you know just how much he loves you.

However, no matter how independent you can be, there are times where you just need your daddy.

Lando has dubbed it ‘koala time’, when you practically attach yourself to him, not letting him go anywhere or do anything without you, clinging to him like he’s about to disappear. It normally occurs when he’s just got back from a long trip away, and for the next few days you follow him around like a shadow, placing yourself in his lap every moment that you can, whether it is convenient or not.

At present, you’re on Lando’s private jet, along with a few other drivers whose names you haven’t been bothered to remember. The next race is in Japan, and luckily you have some time off from school for spring break, so naturally Lando is taking you along. You’ve never been to Japan, but Daddy has told you that it is very cool, and he’ll take you to lots of shops in Tokyo to buy you new toys, so you’re excited.

The flight from Monaco is long, you spend most of it asleep on a little makeshift bed that you have, and the rest of it immersed in some movie that Lando has got playing on your iPad. You’re not in any sort of clingy mood at the moment, so you’re perfectly happy to sit by yourself and watch your cartoons.

Finally, you arrive in Japan, Lando scooping you up from the plane and carrying you through the airport to the awaiting van that will take you both to the hotel.

“You excited, angel?” He coos at you as he places you on his lap in the car, your bags disregarded to the side.

You nod eagerly, everyone so far has been very nice to you and you are awaiting the moment you can get your hands on some new toys.

The drive to the hotel is fairly long, as Tokyo is so big. You’re only staying in Tokyo for a couple nights, to enjoy the city before travelling further south down to the Suzuka circuit. On the drive you quite contently sit on Lando’s lap, making small comments about what you can see outside the window, mainly just taking in your surroundings. 

When you finally arrive at the hotel, it is very grand, very befitting for a millionaire Formula 1 driver. You’re escorted to your suite, which has a grand king-sized bed for Lando, and a smaller twin bed for you, where a bunny plushie is sitting there waiting. (Lando had told them in advance about your love for the animal)

The excitement of the new room is almost enough to defeat the exhaustion that you are feeling, but eventually the long flight starts to catch up with you, and Lando knows you well enough to notice the first stages of collapse.

“Okay, baby, I think it’s bedtime now, yeah?” He picks you up from where you’re sitting on the bed, holding you on his hip whilst he looks through the suitcases to find you some pyjamas.

In response you try to protest, but the only sound that comes out is a yawn, and even at 3, you know that it is a losing battle. Instead, you opt to lean in closer to his hold, burying your face in the crook of his neck and falling asleep there. He smiles when he notices, softly changing your sleeping body into some pyjamas, and tucking you into your bed with your favourite teddies.

“Goodnight angel” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

The next morning you wake up as usual, you crawl into your daddy’s bed, snuggling up next to him to which he responds by wrapping you in his arms and falling back asleep. You’re having none of that, continually hitting him until he wakes up and gets you both ready to go down to breakfast.

It’s there that the jetlag hits. You’ve never been anywhere with this much of a time difference before. Well, you have, but you were a newborn, and newborns have no concept of time, newborns never sleep. Therefore, the jetlag hits you hard and fast, causing you to almost fall asleep in your half eaten waffle. 

Lando chuckles when he notices this, being an F1 driver, he’s basically become immune to jetlag, so it’s amusing to see his usually oh so energetic daughter completely collapse.

“You tired, baby?” He coos

“‘S early, daddy…” You mumble, eyelids threatening to close.

“It’s 10am, angel girl.” He chuckles at your drowsy state.

Throughout the day your jetlag doesn’t improve, you’re still very very tired. However, unlike most toddlers who have tiredness and grumpiness going hand in hand, your tiredness comes with a big dose of clinginess.

After breakfast you refuse to walk anywhere without Lando carrying you, burying your head into the crook of his neck, and your little hands gripping the collar of his shirt tightly. 

When you get to the place where Lando is meant to be meeting up with a few of his team members to discuss what’s going to be happening in the upcoming weekend you still refuse to let go, even after Lando sits down at the office table.

“Baby, do you wanna go sit over there for a bit whilst Daddy chats?” He asks softly, knowing you’re probably in a bit of a fragile mood.

You shake your head stubbornly at this, you want to stay with your daddy. You just grip onto him tighter. 

At some point in the meeting, you fall fast asleep, and a kind secretary takes you from Lando’s arms - with his permission - to go and lay you down on a nice comfy sofa for you to continue your nap.

When you wake up, you are appalled. Where is your daddy? You immediately sit up, ignoring the rush of exhaustion that is still somehow hanging on, no matter how much you’ve been sleeping. You toddle into the room where Lando is, seeing that he is just leaving, from another door, presumably to go and grab some lunch from the office canteen. Naturally, you follow close behind.

You trail behind him the rest of the way like a shadow. He doesn’t notice you as your legs aren't long enough to fully catch up. When he finally slows down a bit, you see your opportunity, running up to him and clinging onto his leg.

He jumps slightly. “Oh, baby, you gave me a fright, I thought you were having a nap, hm?” He scoops you up into his arms, holding you close.

“Want daddy.” You mumble, pulling at his curly hair. 

“We don’t pull hair, my love..” You pout at that, but stop, resting your head on his shoulder as he walks further into the lunch room. 

Throughout your stay in Tokyo the clinginess doesn’t get much better. Most notably is when he’s on a conference call with a brand back in England in the hotel room. He had put you to bed a couple hours before so wasn’t too worried about you interrupting. 

Obviously he had underestimated the power of a jet lagged toddler. 

You wake up unhappy, you’re still tired, you’ve been tired for days now, and you want your daddy. With a frown on your face you waddle into the room where he’s taking the call, standing next to his chair and holding your arms out, gesturing that you need to be held.

He looks at you with surprise, muting his mic, “Darling, you’re meant to be in bed…”

You don’t say anything in response, simply holding your arms out higher, pleading with your eyes for him to hold you. He knows he cannot resist once he sees that pleading look in your eyes, sighing he lifts you up, holding you on his lap for the rest of the call, not caring how unprofessional it might seem, any brand he works with should know that you’re his first priority, always.

After the call he puts you to bed, but you immediately crawl into his bed with him, grabbing at his arm and nestling your face into it like it’s a pillow. He sighs, knowing that there’s no way he’s winning this one.

He places a little kiss to the top of your head, “My little koala, daddy loves you.”

~~~

a/n: pls continue sending in requests about baby norris, i love writing her!!

[thedensworld]

Cute Weight | K.Mg

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: Dad au!

Type: fluff

Word Count: 2k

Preview: What's the cutest thing about babies? Chubby cheeks, chubby legs, chubby arms, chubby tummy. And Mingyu has to lose them all!

“You’re being dramatic,” you muttered, arms crossed as you leaned against the doorframe.

Mingyu was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, hugging Nara like a precious treasure someone had tried to steal. Your one-year-old looked utterly unbothered, nestled comfortably against her father’s chest with her plushie in one hand and a biscuit crumb stuck to her cheek.

He didn’t respond to you. His gaze was fixed ahead, intense, as if he were deep in negotiation with fate itself.

“Mingyu,” you sighed, “she’s not going off to war.”

“Feels like it,” he mumbled, tightening his hold around Nara. “They want to take everything away.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Who’s they?”

But Mingyu wasn’t listening. Not really. His eyes were locked on Nara’s plump cheeks, her roly-poly arms, her soft little belly that peeked out beneath her onesie. He loved every inch of her exactly as she was—every squish, every wobble, every baby roll that jiggled when she laughed. The idea of her losing even one fold of softness made something ache deep in his chest.

“Nara…” he murmured, voice low with emotion.

She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, one hand grabbing his nose while the other clutched her favorite plushie. Her cheeks shimmered with a natural dewy glow, her mouth puckered in that signature pout she made whenever he paused during peek-a-boo.

“You don’t listen to them, okay?” Mingyu said solemnly. “Appa’s not letting them take away your chubby arms. Or your tummy. Especially not your tummy.”

He bent forward and kissed her belly with exaggerated drama, making a loud smooch that made Nara squeal and kick her thick legs in delight.

From behind the counter, you stifled a laugh, even as you shook your head. “She’s one, Gyu. She’s not even going to remember this.”

“I will,” he said seriously, rocking her slightly. “I’ll remember everything. Every squish, every roll. This is her prime. We’re not dieting through it.”

You stepped closer, kneeling beside them, brushing Nara’s hair back with a sigh. “We’re not dieting her. Just… making healthier choices. Less cookies. More fruit. Maybe walk instead of carry.”

Mingyu visibly flinched. “I like carrying her.”

“I know,” you said, laughing softly. “But she’s heavy.”

Mingyu clutched Nara tighter, whispering dramatically, “Don’t worry, Nara. Appa will carry you till you’re twenty.”

It started when you noticed Nara had trouble sleeping at night. She would wake up crying in the middle of her sleep, sometimes gasping or whining without a clear reason. At first, you thought it was just another sleep regression, but after several restless nights in a row, both you and Mingyu decided it was time to visit the pediatrician—just to be sure.

At the clinic, they ran through the usual checks—measuring her height, weighing her, listening to her heartbeat. Everything seemed fine, until the doctor gently brought up a possible explanation for her disrupted sleep: early signs of sleep apnea.

You and Mingyu exchanged surprised glances as the doctor explained, with a kind smile, “There’s a possibility that the soft fat around her tummy and neck might be making it harder for her to breathe comfortably during sleep.”

The two of you couldn’t help but chuckle—more out of disbelief than amusement. Mingyu looked down at Nara, who was happily munching on a biscuit, completely unaware that her adorable chubbiness might be the culprit behind her midnight crying spells.

It sounded almost absurd. Chubby cheeks and neck rolls causing breathing issues? But the doctor reassured you it was more common than people thought, especially in babies who gain weight a bit faster than average.

“It’s nothing serious right now,” the doctor added quickly, “but it might be worth gently adjusting her routine—healthier snacks, more active playtime, and a little less carrying.”

That last part hit Mingyu the hardest. He looked like someone had just told him he wasn’t allowed to breathe the same air as his daughter anymore. You knew, right then, that the real challenge wasn’t changing Nara’s habits—it was convincing your overly attached husband to let go of her rolls.

The next day, you laid out a soft mat in the living room, scattering Nara’s toys across it—colorful stacking cups, plush animals, and that little xylophone she liked to bang rather than play. The sunlight filtered through the window, warm and golden, as you sat cross-legged and clapped your hands.

“Come here, baby. Let’s play,” you cooed, waving a soft ball to catch her attention. Nara was sitting a few steps away, her legs spread into a W, her cheeks puffed up with concentration as she tried to decide whether to crawl or simply roll over like a sleepy burrito.

She let out a squeal and made her way toward you—more of a bounce than a crawl, really, her belly jiggling adorably with each wobbly movement. You encouraged her, praising every little scoot she made.

Mingyu sat off to the side on the couch, his long legs stretched out, arms folded, eyes distant. He wasn’t on his phone. He wasn’t even watching the TV. No, he was just... staring.

You glanced at him. “What now?”

He exhaled deeply, like someone mourning a great loss. “She’s gonna lose the belly, isn’t she?”

You blinked, then rolled your eyes so hard it nearly hurt. “She’s a baby, Mingyu. Not a marshmallow.”

He ignored your sass and kept watching Nara, his brows slightly furrowed. “But her cheeks. And her wrist rolls. And her thigh dimples.” His voice cracked a little on the last one. “What if they’re gone in a month?”

“She’s not evaporating,” you replied dryly, shaking a rattle for Nara. “She’s just learning how to move more.”

Mingyu leaned his elbow on the armrest, hand to his mouth like he was holding back tears. “I just… I didn’t know I could get this attached to fat.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Loudly.

“You’re grieving,” you teased. “This is grief.”

“It is,” he said dramatically. “No one warned me babyhood would end like this. I thought we had at least another year with the tummy.”

Just then, Nara flopped face-first onto the mat with a giggle and then rolled over, belly-first, like she was showing it off.

Mingyu immediately perked up. “Wait—she still has it, right? Look at that. That’s premium. Five-star fluff.”

You shook your head, fighting a smile. “You’re hopeless.”

“And yet still full of hope,” he whispered, eyes gleaming as he reached out and snapped a picture on his phone. “Just in case it’s gone next week. I need evidence.”

You snorted. Nara was now drooling on her plush elephant and reaching for your hand again.

“Come on, Appa,” you called teasingly. “You’re not gonna let me have all the fun while you sit there mourning chub rolls.”

Mingyu stood with a dramatic sigh, walked over, and sat beside you on the mat. He scooped Nara into his lap, hugging her tight as she squealed.

“I’m gonna cherish every ounce,” he declared. “Every single squish.”

And you let him. Because really, even if he was dramatic, the way he loved her—every soft, silly inch—was something worth holding onto.

*

Over the next few days, Nara began to make real progress.

She moved more—waddling her way across the living room with newfound purpose, falling and laughing, then getting right back up. Her once-reluctant crawling turned into proud little stomps as she cruised from sofa to table like she owned the place. You introduced more fruits and veggies into her meals, replaced cookies with banana slices, and cut down on sugary snacks. Even Nara, in all her chubby-cheeked glory, seemed to adjust—if a little begrudgingly.

But there was one problem.

She was clever. Too clever. When she craved sweets or snacks, she didn’t throw tantrums or scream—no, she cried strategically. A few well-placed tears, some hiccuped sobs, and one long, pitiful wail that made her look like the saddest baby in the universe. It was psychological warfare—and she knew her target.

You were immune. You had your system: ignore the cries, wait it out, then swoop in with a toy or a tickle, distracting her until the craving passed. It worked.

But Mingyu?

Mingyu was weak. He couldn’t stand to see her cry. One teardrop and his whole body tensed. Two sobs and he was already scanning the pantry for peace offerings.

So, naturally, when you left for your pilates class that afternoon, you looked at both of them with narrowed eyes.

“No snacks until I come home,” you said firmly, pointing a warning finger at your husband as well as your daughter.

Mingyu raised both hands in mock surrender. “I heard you, General.”

You looked at Nara, who was chewing on a teether. “And you, no tricks. You two play. No bribes.”

“Got it!” he said cheerfully. “Easy. We’re strong.”

You gave him one last suspicious glance before leaving.

Thirty minutes later, Nara was on the living room floor, sitting in a puddle of big, fake tears, crying like the world was ending.

Mingyu crouched in front of her, clearly panicking. “Okay, okay, baby, come on,” he whispered. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. Appa’s trying here.”

But Nara had entered full dramatics—arms outstretched, lips trembling, the works.

Mingyu wiped her cheek and sighed. “We were doing so good…”

She let out a long, despair-filled cry. He cracked. Instantly.

“Okay—okay! Here!” He pulled open the cabinet, grabbed the rice crackers you'd designated as the “least bad” option, and handed one to her like it was a golden ticket.

Nara stopped crying immediately, grabbed it with both hands, and started munching happily.

Mingyu exhaled like he’d just disarmed a bomb. “Yes… this is it,” he whispered, crouching down beside her and brushing her hair back. “You’re my girl. Smart, sneaky, and snacky.”

She looked up at him, crumbs around her mouth, her eyes twinkling with victory.

Later, when you returned, gym bag slung over your shoulder, you were greeted by an eerily quiet house. Too quiet. You walked into the living room, and there they were: Nara, snacking peacefully on her fifth rice cracker, and Mingyu, trying to hide the open packet behind a cushion.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Did she cry?” you asked flatly.

“No,” Mingyu lied, far too quickly.

“She’s chewing.”

“She found it. She’s very independent.”

You crossed your arms. “Mingyu.”

He wilted under your stare like a kid caught sneaking cookies himself. “She cried,” he confessed. “The long cry. The sad one. With the eyes. I panicked.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “You’re hopeless.”

Mingyu scooped Nara into his arms, kissing her cheek. “Hopelessly in love.”

Later that night, the house had finally quieted. Nara was asleep in her crib—belly full, cheeks puffed out, one hand clutching her favorite stuffed elephant. The glow of the baby monitor flickered gently on the nightstand beside you.

You and Mingyu lay side by side in bed, the room dim and still, both of you staring at the ceiling in that familiar post-parenting exhaustion.

You shifted onto your side, facing him. “She had three rice crackers.”

He didn’t look at you. Five, actually.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“She cried so much,” he mumbled defensively. “You didn’t see the tears. They were heavy. Dramatic.”

You sighed, softer this time. “That’s the thing, Gyu. She knows how to work you.”

He finally turned toward you, brows drawn. “So what if she does? She’s one. It’s not like she’s out there manipulating world leaders. She’s a baby.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, watching the way his expression was still halfway amused, halfway guilty. Then, gently, you said, “I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal right now. But… it starts small. A snack to stop the crying. A pattern. A habit. And if we’re not careful, it becomes a part of how she copes.”

Mingyu didn’t respond right away. His fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the blanket.

You sat up slightly, resting your weight on one elbow. “I’m not saying we shouldn’t comfort her. But we can’t comfort her with food every time she cries. That’s not love, Gyu. That’s distraction. And she deserves better than that.”

He swallowed, eyes dropping to the sheet between you.

“She’s only one, I know,” you continued softly, “but she’s already being affected. The doctor wouldn’t have mentioned sleep apnea if it wasn’t serious. What if she keeps waking up gasping in the middle of the night? What if it gets worse?”

His jaw tightened at that. You saw it—the shift, the heaviness that settled in his eyes.

“I just…” he finally whispered, voice rough, “I don’t want her to grow up thinking something’s wrong with her. That she has to change herself to be ‘okay.’ I love everything about her.”

Your heart ached at his honesty. You reached out and touched his hand.

“She is perfect,” you said. “But part of loving her is helping her grow up healthy, not just happy in the moment. And you—we—have to be the ones to make those hard choices. Even when she cries. Even when it breaks your heart.”

Mingyu blinked slowly, then let out a long, unsteady breath. “I’m not good at saying no to her.”

“I know,” you whispered, smiling a little. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just… present. Aware.”

He turned to look at you fully then, eyes serious. “Okay,” he said. “No more silent snack deals. Even if she cries the sad cry.”

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “That’s my guy.”

Mingyu reached under the blanket and took your hand in his. “But I’m still keeping one cracker in my pocket. Just in case.”

You groaned. “Gyu.”

“Emergency cracker!” he defended, grinning now.

You shook your head, laughing quietly as you turned off the lamp and settled down beside him. Beneath the teasing and dramatics, you knew he meant it.

And that was enough—for tonight.

*

A few weeks passed, and the changes started to show.

Nara was sleeping better—fewer wakeups, no more gasping cries in the middle of the night. Her cheeks were still adorably round, but her breathing had eased. She started toddling faster, with more balance, and her energy seemed endless. She laughed louder, moved quicker, and, most importantly, cried a little less during snack time.

You were proud. So proud.

But even more surprising than Nara’s progress… was Mingyu’s.

You watched it happen slowly—how he stopped reaching for snacks the second she whimpered. How he learned to kneel beside her, distract her with silly faces, or offer her a water bottle instead of a biscuit. He started carrying her a little less, letting her waddle her way through the house, cheering every step like it was the Olympics.

And then, one afternoon, the true shift came.

You were home, but preoccupied—kneeling at the coffee table, replying to emails while Nara sat on the mat behind you. She’d just finished her lunch (fruit slices and warm oatmeal), but when she saw her toy box out of reach, she let out a practiced whine.

Then another.

And another.

You barely glanced up. “Gyu, she’s about to start,” you warned absently.

But Mingyu, who was crouched by the shelves, simply looked over his shoulder and said, “I know. I got it.”

You peeked back to see Nara now doing the dramatic slow cry, lip trembling like a performance piece.

“Appa…” she whimpered.

“Don’t fall for it,” you whispered under your breath. “Don’t you dare—”

Mingyu raised a brow at you and then turned back to Nara with a grin. “What’s this? Are we crying already? Did you forget what we said, baby?”

He walked over, sat beside her, and tapped her belly gently. “We’re strong now, remember? Big girls walk and play, not cry for crackers.”

Nara blinked at him, her fake sob catching in her throat.

“You want the penguin toy?” he offered gently, holding it out. “Let’s go get it together. No tears needed.”

She stared at him. Silent. Judging.

You held your breath.

And then—miraculously—she sniffled, nodded, and crawled into his lap without another sound.

Your jaw dropped. “Did you just win?”

Mingyu looked over his shoulder and smirked, smug. “I think I did.”

“No snack?”

“No snack.”

You stood, arms crossed, both impressed and slightly robbed of the chance to say I told you so. “Wow. Look at you. The Snack King has reformed.”

He scooped Nara into his arms and stood proudly. “We’ve entered our clean era.”

You chuckled, walking over to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

He looked down at his daughter, who was now giggling in his arms. “She’s doing all the work. I’m just learning how to keep up.”

You kissed Nara’s head too. “Well… next time I get tempted to give her a cookie after dinner, remind me of this moment, okay?”

Mingyu grinned. “Oh, I will. In fact, I might frame this moment.”

You laughed. “Don’t push it.”

He leaned in, bumping your forehead with his. “Teamwork?”

You smiled. “Always.”

And just like that, in the quiet joy of a small victory, you realized—you were getting the hang of this parenting thing. Together.

The end.

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hello, I wanted to ask for a charles + Alexandra poly fic where they ignored her for the longest time while dating her until she's had enough and breaks up with them (make them work for it) but a slight happy ending but lots of angst plssss

too late - cl16 + alexandra

smau + blurbs

charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

slight carlos sainz x reader

yn has been with charles and alexandra for a little bit over a year now- and over that past year- she has felt like she has been desperately trying to be seen in her own relationship. yn has had enough and decides to end things with charles and alexandra...the two realize what they lost but will it be too late?

fc : bella hadid (im so gay for blonde bella holy shit)

loosely inspired by 'too late' by sza bc solana is my queen and i love her dearly

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'every time you break my heart, it feel new'

I unlocked the door with the key I still wasn’t sure I should have. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of a Formula 1 replay on the living room TV. Alexandra was curled into the corner of the couch, her hair tucked messily behind her ear, her laptop open but untouched. Charles was pacing the hallway, his phone pressed to his ear, mumbling in French. Neither of them noticed me at first. Figures.

“Hey,” I said softly, dropping my carry-on at the entryway.

Charles turned, surprise flickering in his eyes. “YN? I didn’t know you were coming back tonight.”

“I told you.” My voice was calm. Too calm. “Last Tuesday. Before my flight.”

Alexandra looked up now, blinking. “Oh—right. You said something. Sorry, I’ve been slammed with deadlines.”

I nodded slowly. My heart thudded in my chest, the weight of what I’d come here to say crushing my lungs.

“You look beautiful,” Charles offered, walking closer. “Tired, but beautiful. You always are.”

I didn’t smile. They both looked at me then—really looked. And maybe for the first time in weeks, they noticed the shadows under my eyes. The clenched set of my jaw. The red rim around my waterline from the plane ride, and the crying I did in the taxi. I took a breath.

“I’m ending this.”

Alexandra sat up straight. “What?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” I said, staring at the floor because if I looked into their faces I’d break. “I feel like a ghost in this relationship. I come home to you and it’s like I’m interrupting something I’m not a part of.”

Charles looked genuinely confused. “YN, we love you.”

“No,” I said, voice sharper. “You love each other. I’m just... extra. Decorative. Like something you post when you remember I exist. I’ve been screaming silently for months and neither of you heard me.”

Alexandra stood up now, her eyes wide and panicked. “That’s not true. You’re part of us—”

“Then why do I feel so alone?” I snapped. “Why did I cry myself to sleep in Milan because neither of you even texted me goodnight? Why do I know Charles’ race schedule better than he knows where I was this week?”

Charles stepped forward. “That’s not fair—”

“It’s not fair,” I agreed, cutting him off. “But it’s the truth.”

They both stared at me like I was shattering the world. But it had already broken. I’d just been the only one trying to hold the pieces together.

Alexandra reached for me. “We can fix this. We didn’t realize—”

“No,” I said again, quieter this time. “You don’t get to realize it when I’m already halfway out the door.”

Silence.

“Are you leaving?” Charles asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. “I packed most of my stuff before I left for the shoot. I’ll send someone for the rest.”

“Please don’t do this,” Alexandra begged. “Please.”

I looked at her—her beautiful, tear-streaked face. Then Charles, who finally looked like he understood the gravity of it all.

“I loved you both so much,” I whispered. “But I won’t keep setting myself on fire just to keep you warm.”

And with that, I turned and walked out the door. Neither of them followed me. Not yet. But maybe, one day, they would.

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I didn’t even knock. I just buzzed the door and waited, arms wrapped tightly around my chest, sunglasses still covering eyes that hadn’t stopped burning since I left Charles and Alexandra’s apartment. Kika opened the door in her sweats, blinking sleepily.

“Oh, my baby,” she said softly, immediately stepping aside. “Come in.”

I didn’t say anything—I couldn’t. The lump in my throat was lodged deep, painful and stubborn. But when she closed the door behind me and pulled me into a hug, the dam cracked wide open.

“I left them,” I whispered into her shoulder.

Kika didn’t flinch. She just held me tighter.

“I can’t do it anymore,” I mumbled, words muffled by her hoodie. “I begged and waited and tried and they didn’t see me. And now I’m so tired, Kiks. I’m so—tired.”

She pulled back just enough to look at me, brushing hair out of my face. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I knew something was off, babe. I just wanted you to figure it out on your own time.”

“I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not,” she said firmly. “You’re brave. And honestly? You’re overdue for a little revenge sparkle.”

I blinked. “A what?”

“A revenge. Sparkle.” She grinned, already pulling me by the hand toward her room. “We’re going out.”

“Kika, I can’t. I’m wearing sweatpants and yesterday’s mascara.”

“And I love you, but you’re a model. You’re going to look like you just walked off the runway no matter what. Give me twenty minutes.”

Twenty-eight minutes later, I was wearing one of Kika’s dresses—black, short, with delicate straps that barely held on. She’d done my hair in soft waves, the kind that looked careless. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut diamonds, and my lips were slick with gloss that shimmered like I hadn’t just cried out my heartbreak on her floor.

She stood behind me at the mirror, fixing her earrings. “You look like sin.”

“I feel like a mess.”

“That’s okay,” she said, handing me a shot. “We drink to that too.”

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'had to be alone to figure out how i should be loved'

The club was loud and hazy and full of people who didn’t know me—or worse, did. I felt their eyes. Some recognized me from campaigns. A few, maybe from F1 weekends. A handful, probably from Charles’ arm. But tonight I was no one’s anything. I was just me.

Kika pulled me to the dance floor with the kind of joy that only comes from a friend who knows exactly what you need and isn’t afraid to drag it out of you. We danced. I laughed—really laughed—for the first time in weeks.

Some guy tried to touch my waist. Kika practically hissed at him. “Not tonight, Romeo.”

A girl complimented my shoes. Another asked if I was the face of the Tom Ford campaign. We continued to dance until our legs hurt, until sweat made my hair stick to the back of my neck, until I could almost forget the aching hollowness in my chest.

Kika dragged me off the dance floor and into a quieter section of the VIP lounge. “You need water,” she said firmly. “And probably a fan.”

I flopped down onto one of the couches with a huff, head tilted back and the lights above making halos in my vision. I felt hazy. Not drunk—just overwhelmed. Light-headed from too many emotions and too little oxygen.

“YN?”

I blinked. The voice was familiar, warm, and just surprised enough to make me sit up straighter. Carlos.

He was standing a few feet away, wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a slightly confused smile on his face. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d run his hands through it too many times. And he was holding two drinks.

“Kika?” he asked, eyes flicking between us. “What did you drag her into?”

Kika smirked. “Revenge clubbing.”

Carlos’ brows lifted. He looked at me again—really looked. And then it clicked. His face softened.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and careful.

“I’ve been better,” I admitted, adjusting the strap of Kika’s dress. “But I’ve also been worse.”

He hesitated for half a second, then walked over and held out one of the drinks. “This was supposed to be for Lando, but he left to flirt with someone, so…”

I accepted it with a small smile. “Thanks.”

Carlos didn’t sit, not at first. He just hovered there, like he wasn’t sure if he was invited or if I wanted space. But I didn’t.

“Sit,” I said, gesturing to the spot beside me.

He did. Kika glanced between us and then stood. “I’m gonna go powder my nose—or whatever people say when they want to let friends talk.”

She disappeared into the crowd. Carlos leaned back, sipping his drink. “So. You really ended it.”

I turned to him, startled. “You knew?”

He shrugged gently. “Charles hasn’t said anything. But I know him. And I know you. And I’ve been watching this… thing… with the three of you for a while. You didn’t look happy anymore.”

I stared at the ice melting in my glass.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “You deserve better than being someone’s background.”

I looked up at him. “Thanks. That’s… really kind.”

He gave me a crooked smile. “I’m Spanish. We’re either reckless or romantic. Or both.”

I laughed—actually laughed, surprising even myself.

Carlos tilted his head. “There she is.”

“What?”

“That smile. Haven’t seen it properly in a while.”

My heart tugged a little. Not in a romantic way—not yet, not tonight—but in that aching way you feel when someone really sees you.

“Wanna dance?” he asked suddenly.

I looked at him, brows raised. “You?”

“I’m not terrible,” he said with a mock-wounded pout. “And I figured… if anyone deserves to be spun around the floor like a queen tonight, it’s you.”

I paused for half a second. Then set down my drink.

“Let’s go.”

And when he pulled me toward the music, laughing as I rolled my eyes but let him lead anyway, I felt something click—not healing, not completely. But something warm. Something light.

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third person pov

Charles was half-asleep on the couch, phone in hand, the Monaco sunset bleeding into the living room. Alexandra sat cross-legged beside him, scrolling absentmindedly until she suddenly froze.

“Charles,” she said quietly, tone sharp with disbelief.

He barely looked up. “Hm?”

“Look at this.”

She turned her phone toward him. There it was — a grainy paparazzi photo, flash caught mid-motion- YN in a tiny black dress, smiling. Carlos Sainz beside her, hand in hers, leading her out of the club. Another shot, closer, of them dancing. Charles sat up fully now, taking the phone from her hands. His jaw clenched.

“I didn’t even know she was still in Monaco,” he muttered, voice low, unreadable.

Alexandra swallowed hard. “Did you see the caption? The comments?”

Charles nodded slowly, scrolling.

He exhaled, almost scoffing—but there was no humor in it.

“She really meant it. She is done."

Alexandra didn’t say anything. The air between them thickened, heavy with the realization they were both too late. And Carlos… Carlos had been right there to pick up the pieces. Charles handed her back the phone, but his eyes stayed locked on the screen, like if he stared hard enough, maybe she'd look back at him. She didn’t.

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'you be on my phone talking 'bout what's my problem?'

your pov

I opened the door and nearly tripped over the latest delivery. Another bouquet. Bigger this time. Deep red roses mixed with white lilies, tied together with a silk ribbon that had 'please read the card' scribbled in familiar handwriting. I stepped over it. The hallway was already crowded—vases on countertops, little gift bags lining the entryway, a Chanel box I hadn’t opened, and a coffee table book on Italian photography I hadn’t asked for but knew Charles had once said I’d love. I should’ve felt flattered. Wanted. I used to dream about gestures like this—grand, romantic, persistent. Now it just felt… too late. My phone buzzed on the counter again. The screen lit up.

Charles is calling...

I stared at it long enough for it to stop ringing. It buzzed again two minutes later. And against every instinct, every ache in my chest, I answered.

“Hello?”

Silence—just for a beat—and then-

“YN?”

His voice was so soft I nearly forgot how much it used to feel like home.

“Yeah,” I said, quietly.

“I—uh—I didn’t think you’d pick up.”

“I almost didn’t.”

I heard him exhale, like just hearing my voice knocked the breath out of him.

“How are you?” he asked, hesitant. “I mean… how’s the new place?”

“It’s good,” I said. “Kika helped me build furniture. Carlos made pasta.”

He didn’t reply at first, but I heard the tightness in the silence.

“You’ve been sending a lot of flowers,” I added.

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

I leaned against the counter, eyes on the newest bouquet.

“I didn’t leave because I wanted you to prove you cared, Charles,” I said gently. “I left because I was tired of begging to matter.”

“I know,” he said, voice low. “And I’m sorry. God, YN, I’m so sorry. We both are. We… we messed it all up.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “You did.”

There was a pause. A long one. He didn’t argue. He didn’t defend. For once, he didn’t try to fix it with charm or promises. I appreciated that.

“But I can’t… forgive you yet,” I said finally. “I’m not saying never. Just… not now.”

The silence on the other end was heavy.

“I understand,” he said softly. “But we’re not giving up. Me and Alex. We’re going to keep trying. Even if it takes time. Even if it hurts.”

I closed my eyes.

“I know you will,” I said. “But I don’t need flowers or gifts.”

“What do you need?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

“Space,” I said. “And maybe one day… honesty. Real honesty. About everything. About why it took me leaving for you to realize I was fading.”

He didn’t respond to that. He didn’t need to.

“Take care of yourself, Charles,” I murmured. “Goodbye.”

And then I hung up—gently. Not in anger. Not in heartbreak. Just… in peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had the final word. And it was enough.

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'moving so close, we combust'

I hadn’t meant to walk this way. The bakery was muscle memory — early mornings, almond croissants, little old ladies who called me “chérie” and complimented my shoes. I’d forgotten it was their bakery too. I was halfway to the door, sunglasses pushed into my hair, when I saw her. Alexandra. Standing at the outdoor table, two empty coffee cups in front of her, phone in hand. She looked up at the sound of my steps — and froze. So did I. She was still beautiful, of course. The kind of beauty that felt timeless and cinematic. But her eyes looked tired, like sleep had been something optional lately. Or impossible. I thought about walking away. I didn’t.

“Hi,” I said softly, arms folded over my chest — not in defense, just to hold myself together.

Alexandra stood slowly, slipping her phone into her coat pocket.

“Hi.”

We stared at each other for a second too long.

“Blonde,” she finally said, her voice tight but not unkind. “It suits you.”

I gave her a small smile. “Thanks. New era.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I can tell.”

There was a pause. Monaco traffic buzzed behind us. Someone’s dog barked down the street. But everything felt muted.

“I’ve been meaning to call you,” she said. “I just… didn’t know what I’d say.”

“That I was right?” I offered, half a joke. Half a wound.

Alexandra winced — not dramatically, just a flicker. “Yeah. That too.”

I looked at her for a long time. I didn’t hate her. That was the strangest part. I loved her once. Maybe some part of me still did. But the hurt was louder.

“You didn’t fight for me when it mattered,” I said quietly. “Neither of you did.”

“I know,” she said, and her voice cracked just enough to make me look away.

“I don’t hate you,” I added. “I’m just done bleeding for people who only notice the mess after the fact.”

Alexandra nodded, swallowing hard.

“Carlos?” she asked softly.

I tilted my head. “Maybe. I’m not rushing anything. He’s… kind.”

A beat passed.

“I’m glad,” she said, and her smile — though fragile — looked real. “You deserve kind.”

I didn’t say thank you. I just gave a small nod, stepping past her toward the door.

“YN?” she called gently, just as I reached the handle.

I turned.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “For all of it.”

I didn’t answer right away. Then, simply- “I know.” And I walked inside, the door clicking shut behind me.

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Alexandra closed the front door behind her with a soft click, like anything louder might shatter the silence that already felt fragile. She didn’t take off her coat. Didn’t slip off her shoes. She just stood in the hallway, staring at the bouquet of slightly wilted flowers on the console table — the ones Charles had picked out last week. Another offering YN never accepted. Charles appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, brows furrowing the moment he saw her.

“Alex?”

She looked up, and that was all it took. The tears started before she could even speak. He rushed to her, towel dropping to the floor as he reached out, but she shook her head and stepped back, covering her mouth with one hand like she could hold everything in.

“I saw her,” she choked. “This morning. She was at the bakery.”

Charles froze. “YN?”

Alexandra nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. “She looked so… good. Bright. Like she was breathing again. Like we were never anything but a bruise she already healed from.”

Charles didn’t say anything. He just stared at her, expression crumbling slowly with every word.

“I told her I was sorry,” Alexandra whispered, voice cracking. “And she said she knows. But she didn’t say she forgives us. She didn’t say she misses us. She didn’t even… flinch.”

Charles stepped forward then, gently pulling her into his arms. She collapsed against his chest, burying her face in his shirt as the sobs came harder now, heavy and guttural.

“I let her go,” Alexandra cried. “We let her go. We ignored her and she left, and now someone else is making her smile and we just—stood there.”

Charles’s arms tightened around her. “I know,” he whispered, eyes closed, his own throat burning. “I know.”

She pulled back, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, eyes searching his face.

“She’s not coming back, is she?”

He didn’t answer right away. Because he couldn’t lie.

“I don’t know,” he finally said. “But I don’t think she should—not until we’re better. Not until we’re someone who’d never make her feel that way again.”

Alexandra let out a shaky breath, wiping her face, her voice nothing but a whisper now.

“Then we have to become those people. Even if it’s too late.”

Charles looked at her — at the woman who once stood beside him as they promised the world to a third they thought they’d never lose. And for the first time in weeks, he nodded.

“We will.”

Even if it meant they’d have to love her from a distance. Even if it meant she never looked back.

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'is it too late for us? we both scared to love.'

I wasn’t sure what I expected—chaos, maybe. Nerves, definitely. But instead, the store buzzed with warmth. Friends wandered between racks, models sipped champagne, cameras clicked gently as people snapped photos of the collection I’d dreamt of for years. And at the center of it all- me. Standing in something I designed, something that carried my name on the tag. I kept waiting to feel like a fraud. I didn’t.

Kika had cried the second she walked in. She pulled me into a hug and whispered, “You did it,” in that proud, soft voice of hers, and I nearly cried too. She was still floating around now, chatting with a stylist near the window, holding one of the trench coats I had stitched the prototype of in a hotel room six months ago.

Carlos had arrived not long after. No entourage, no flash. Just him—warm, solid, smiling. He’d brought flowers wrapped in brown paper and joked that he’d read somewhere it was what sophisticated men brought to fashion launches. I hadn’t stopped smiling since. I was halfway through answering a question from someone with a clipboard when I felt it. That prickle. Like eyes on the back of my neck. I turned casually. Slowly. And there they were.

Charles and Alexandra.

They were standing by the far wall, mostly tucked behind a display of curated accessories. He had his hands in his pockets, brows faintly drawn like he didn’t know what to do with himself. She stood beside him, quiet, her expression unreadable but not cold.

They didn’t wave. Didn’t call out. They were just there. And somehow… I didn’t feel shaken. I didn’t feel anything jagged. I looked at them for a moment—long enough that Charles seemed to hold his breath. Then I smiled. Soft. Gentle. Distant, but real. He smiled back, just a twitch of the lips, like he was surprised I’d acknowledged them at all. Before I could think about it too much, an arm slipped around my waist and pulled me back into something warm and familiar.

Carlos.

“Hey,” he murmured into my ear. “You okay?”

I nodded, leaning into him instinctively. “Yeah. I am.”

He pressed a quick kiss to my temple before pulling back, hands still on my waist as he grinned at me.

“They’re all obsessed with you,” he said, motioning to the crowd. “You’ve got about six stylists fighting over that coat you’re wearing.”

I laughed, tension slipping off my shoulders like an old jacket.

“Let them fight,” I said.

Carlos chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

And when I looked back toward the wall, Charles and Alexandra were gone.

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Charles exhaled slowly as the door to the boutique shut behind them, the soft chime of the bell swallowed by the hum of the Monaco street. He stood still for a moment, eyes lingering on the shop’s glowing windows — on the movement inside, on her.

YN.

Laughing as someone held up a dress. Reaching for Carlos’s hand as he leaned in to whisper something. Shining. Alexandra didn’t speak. She stood beside him in silence, her coat wrapped tightly around her frame despite the warm air. She was staring at YN, too.

“She looked… happy,” Charles said finally, his voice rough.

“She is happy,” Alexandra answered softly, not bitter, not broken — just honest.

A beat passed.

“She saw us,” he added. “She smiled.”

Alexandra nodded, her throat tightening. “But not for us. Not like before.”

Charles dragged a hand through his hair, jaw clenched. “Do you think she hates us?”

“No,” Alexandra whispered. “But I think she learned how to live without us. And that’s worse.”

The words sat between them like weight. Inside the shop, YN had moved behind the counter. Carlos was helping her with a gift bag, their hands brushing. She laughed again — lighter this time. Effortless. Charles turned away from the window like it burned. His hands shook a little, just enough that Alexandra noticed.

“She was the best thing that ever happened to us,” he murmured. “And we ruined it.”

Alexandra stepped closer, looping her arm through his. “Then we fix it.”

He looked at her, searching her face.

“Even if she’s with him?”

Alexandra nodded. “Even then. If she’s happier without us, then we let her be. But if there’s even a chance she still loves us…”

“We fight,” Charles finished, voice firmer now.

Alexandra’s grip tightened. “We earn her back. Properly. No grand gestures. No noise. Just real change.”

Charles looked back at the store one last time — at YN glowing in a space she’d built with her own hands.

“She deserves that,” he said. “More than anyone.”

And though neither of them said it out loud, they both knew one thing for sure: They weren’t giving up. Not yet. Not ever.

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'and if it's just us, is that enough?'

The sun was relentless — Monaco golden, glinting off everything from garages to mirrored sunglasses. I adjusted my purse on my shoulder, the heel of my boot clicking steadily on the paddock concrete. Beside me, Carlos kept pace easily, hands in his pockets, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t talking much — he didn’t need to. It was in the way he tilted his head when someone looked too long, in the way he shifted slightly closer when we walked past cameras. Protective without being possessive. Soft without asking for anything in return.

We turned a corner, and I spotted them instantly, Kika, standing with one foot popped in front of the other like the natural model she is, and Lily beside her in a red midi skirt and dark shades, waving me over like I wasn’t surrounded by half the media circuit.

“There she is,” Lily grinned, pulling me into a hug. “You’re literally glowing. Like — did heartbreak make you stronger or are you just sleeping now?”

“Both,” I laughed, squeezing her back. “Also Carlos brought me espresso this morning, which honestly rewired my brain chemistry.”

Carlos chuckled behind me. “Just doing my part.”

Kika leaned in with a grin, brushing hair from my shoulder. “The top is from your line, isn’t it?”

“Obviously,” I winked.

We were still mid-catch-up when I felt the shift. Like a shadow casting across bright fabric. Like silence that doesn’t belong. I turned — slowly — already knowing. Alexandra.

She stood a few feet away, hands clenched around the strap of her bag, eyes flicking between me and Carlos before landing on mine and staying there.

“Hi,” she said, voice soft but steady.

Lily glanced at me, then Carlos. Kika took a subtle step back, as if ready to deflect any unwanted energy, but I held up a hand. Just a flick of my fingers. It was fine. Not comfortable. But fine.

“Hi,” I said, not unkindly.

Her gaze darted toward Carlos again, then back. “Can I talk to you?” she asked, barely above a whisper. “Alone?”

Carlos shifted beside me, hesitant, but I touched his arm lightly.

“It’s okay,” I murmured.

He nodded once, catching my eye. “I’ll be in the garage.”

I watched him go — the back of his Williams polo disappearing into the crowd — and then turned to Alexandra fully. The silence between us was thick. Not angry, not awkward. Just… heavy. Like memory.

Alexandra’s eyes brimmed with something close to hope and heartache. She looked like she wanted to fall apart and apologize a hundred times over, all at once.

“I’m not here to push you,” she said, voice quiet. “I just… miss you. We both do. I know we handled everything horribly. I just wanted you to know I’ve been working on that. I’ve been trying.”

I let out a slow breath, my gaze dropping to the ground for a second before returning to her. She wasn’t lying. That much I could feel.

“I know,” I said gently. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t hate you. I never did.”

Her lip trembled slightly. “Then maybe… maybe we could talk sometime? Not now. Just… whenever you’re ready. About everything. Or nothing. I’d just like to see you. Really see you.”

I hesitated — not because I didn’t want that. But because I was still learning how to not give all of myself away too quickly.

Still, something in me softened. That ache, the unfinished thread that tied us together, tugged gently at my ribs.

“Okay,” I said finally. “We can talk. Not today. But… soon.”

Alexandra’s eyes lit up just a little. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “I mean it.”

She didn’t move to hug me. She didn’t try to push it further. She just smiled — small, real, a little broken — and whispered, “Thank you.”

And when I turned to walk back toward Kika and Lily, Carlos already standing there with a patient smile on his face, I felt the strange calm of forward motion.

I wasn’t going backward. But maybe — just maybe — I didn’t have to pretend like nothing had ever mattered.

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'i just wanna be loved

and loving you sucks

i can't get enough

is it bad that i want more?

is it too late for us?'

It started with a message from Kika. Just a simple, 'Wear something nice. No questions. I’m picking you up at 7.'

I stared at the text for a full minute, considering ignoring it — considering staying on the couch in Carlos’ hoodie and watching reruns of New Girl and pretending I didn’t feel the weight in my chest. But something in the quiet confidence of her words, something in the way she'd never pushed before, made me pause. So I got dressed.

Nothing too much. Just a silky navy dress that I hadn’t worn in a while and a soft makeup look. Hair pinned loosely back. Like I wanted to feel like myself, not someone trying too hard. The car ride was mostly silent. Kika just smiled at me when I asked where we were going, and I gave up trying to guess.

Until we pulled up outside a quiet little art gallery tucked off a side street in Monaco. The lights inside were dim, warm, golden. A soft piano track was playing — live, I realized, as we stepped inside and I saw a man sitting at a baby grand in the corner. And then I saw them.

Charles. Alexandra.

Standing at the center of the gallery like they were holding their breath. The instinct was to leave. To turn on my heel and walk back into the night where I could control the narrative, keep my heart zipped up in the steel-walled suitcase I’d packed it into. But then I looked around.

The gallery wasn’t just any gallery. The walls were covered in photographs. Of me. Not paparazzi shots. Not campaign stills. But moments.

Private, quiet ones. Me laughing in a car window. Me curled up on a couch with a book. My hand slipping into Alexandra’s under a blanket. My head on Charles’ shoulder backstage at a shoot. A polaroid of all three of us in the kitchen at two a.m., flour on our faces and smiles in our eyes.

All framed. All lit delicately. A hundred memories arranged like an apology. I swallowed hard.

“This was Alexandra’s idea,” Charles said first. His voice cracked slightly, and that made my throat ache.

“I helped,” he added, trying for a smile. “But she… she planned everything.”

I turned to Alexandra. Her eyes were glassy, but her voice was steady.

“I didn’t know how else to show you,” she said. “That we see you. That we remember every moment. That we’re not trying to erase what we did wrong — just to prove we can be better.”

I looked at the photo nearest to me. It was from last summer. Me in a sundress, barefoot on the terrace, holding a drink and laughing like the world was soft and mine.

“I don’t need grand gestures,” I whispered, not taking my eyes off the photo. “I needed you to listen. And for so long, you didn’t.”

“I know,” Alexandra said, her voice breaking.

“We know,” Charles echoed, stepping forward. “We were selfish. And we hurt you. And we kept hurting you, even when we didn’t realize it. But YN… we never stopped loving you.”

“I thought I stopped loving you,” I admitted, voice thick. “I really did. I needed to.”

“And now?” Charles asked gently.

I turned toward them. Both of them. Alexandra had tears on her cheeks. Charles’ hands were shaking at his sides.

“Now… I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Part of me still aches. Part of me still wants to run. But there’s also a part of me that… that sees this. That sees what you’re trying to do. And I don’t want to keep pretending like none of it mattered. Because it did. You did.”

Alexandra stepped forward, slowly, like I was made of glass.

“We’re not asking you to come back,” she said. “Not yet. Maybe not ever. We just… we wanted you to know you were worth this. You are worth this.”

I let the words sit between us.

Then I said, “I don’t want to go back to what we were. But maybe… maybe we can try something new. Slowly. Carefully.”

Charles exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for months.

“We’ll go as slow as you want,” he said. “We’ll wait as long as you need.”

I looked at them — both of them. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself believe in the possibility of something gentle again.

“I’m not promising anything,” I said, lips trembling. “But I’m here.”

Alexandra reached out, hesitating, then carefully took my hand. Charles followed, his fingers brushing mine softly like he was afraid I’d disappear. And under the soft lights of a gallery full of memories, I didn’t run. I stayed. Maybe not to fall back into love. But maybe, just maybe… to rebuild it.

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Ok, imagine this. Lewis being a father and when he is at Ferrari, his daughter is helping him with his Italian, because daughters mother is from Italy. Maybe Lewis and the Mom still being good friends and daughter always spending a few months in Italy since she has been small so that is why her Italian is so good.

Sorry, English is only my second language!

Rosso e Sole

When Lewis stepped into the Ferrari garage for the first time, clad in red from head to toe, there was a buzz in the air. Not just because of the legend now standing under the Prancing Horse emblem, but because standing beside him, a touch shorter than his shoulder, was a girl with wavy dark hair, sun-kissed skin, and greenish-brown eyes that sparkled like the Italian coast.

Her name was Yn. Sixteen, confident in her quiet way, and with an Italian lilt to her English that made the engineers smile every time she spoke.

“Papa,” she said that morning, standing just outside the hospitality suite, looking up at her dad who was clearly trying to memorize his morning briefing in Italian, “you just said the car is made of bread. You meant carbonio, not pane.”

Lewis blinked down at her. “Wait, really?”

“Veramente,” she smirked. “You said: ‘la macchina è fatta di pane.’ Which would make for a deliciously fragile car.”

He groaned. “Oh my god. Why is this language so hard?”

Yn shrugged, stepping up beside him and tapping on his tablet. “You’ve just got to stop trying to make everything so literal. Italian is a feeling, not a formula.”

Behind them, a few of the mechanics stifled chuckles. One even whispered to a colleague, “La ragazza di Hamilton è meglio di lui in italiano.”

And she was. Always had been.

Yn was born under a hot sun in Tuscany, in a small private hospital where her mother, Maria, had insisted on giving birth near her parents’ home.

Lewis had been there, holding Maria’s hand, tears falling on the baby’s blanket when Yn let out her first cry. They had been young, ambitious, wildly in love, but even then, they both knew that love alone wouldn’t be enough to build the life Yn deserved.

So when Yn was barely a year old, Maria and Lewis sat together on the terrace of Maria’s father’s home, drinking espresso while the baby slept inside, and made a decision that would shape the rest of their lives.

“We’re not going to make each other happy, not in the way we thought,” Maria had said softly.

Lewis nodded, fingers fidgeting with the sugar packet in his hand. “But we’re going to make her happy. That much, I know.”

And they did. They built something beautiful out of what they had. A friendship that turned into a lifelong alliance. Two worlds that somehow always made space for each other.

Yn grew up between two countries, two languages, two lives. When her parents had to be away—photo shoots in Paris, testing in Bahrain—she’d stay with her Nonno and Nonna in a house full of lemon trees, espresso machines, and old records of opera playing in the kitchen.

She never minded. She never resented it. Because her parents never made her feel like she came second. Every reunion was filled with joy, every phone call with love. They never missed a chance to tell her she was adored.

Now at sixteen, Yn was becoming her own person—curious, witty, always carrying a journal around to sketch or write little thoughts in Italian and English. And since Lewis joined Ferrari, she had become somewhat of a celebrity in the paddock.

“Hey, principessa,” called one of the engineers as she passed the garage entrance. “Did your papa learn how to say ‘rear wing’ yet?”

“Not unless he wants to tell you about his red wine again,” she quipped, without even turning around.

That afternoon, Lewis and Yn sat together under the canopy outside the Ferrari motorhome. She was scrolling through her notes app where she’d written down a few helpful phrases for her dad to memorize before his post-qualifying interview.

“Okay,” she said, handing him her phone, “repeat after me: La macchina ha avuto un ottimo bilanciamento oggi.”

Lewis furrowed his brows. “La macchina ha avuto un ottimo... bilanc... bilanciamento... oggi.”

“Perfetto!” she grinned.

“Wait. What did I just say?”

“That the car had great balance today.”

“Right. That’s... true, I guess. We can pretend it did.”

She laughed, and then leaned over to fix his collar.

“Fans love this, you know,” Lewis murmured. “Us talking like this. Teaching me Italian. You’re becoming more famous than me.”

“Impossible,” she teased. “But they do like it. Especially when you mess up.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Papa,” she said, her tone suddenly softer. “You know I love this, right? Being here. With you. Watching you race.”

He looked at her then, his expression warm, the lines around his eyes softening. “You don’t think it’s weird? That we missed so much time together when you were younger?”

“Not weird. Just… life,” she shrugged. “I never felt unloved. Not once. And I always had Nonna and Nonno. They taught me how to cook and yell at the TV during football.”

“I owe them everything,” he whispered.

“We all do,” Yn replied.

There was a beat of silence between them before Lewis spoke again.

“Do you ever wish we’d done it differently? Your mom and me, I mean?”

Yn tilted her head thoughtfully. “Maybe. But then I wouldn’t be me, would I? I wouldn’t have grown up between London and Florence. I wouldn’t have learned to be strong, or independent. I wouldn’t have learned to miss people and still love them just the same.”

Lewis stared at her for a long moment, then pulled her into a hug. “You’re too wise for your age.”

“I read a lot of Italian poetry,” she smiled into his chest.

That Sunday, after the race, Yn stood in the paddock, holding her dad’s race suit jacket while he did interviews. As usual, she corrected his phrasing gently when he slipped up.

“No, Papa, it’s soddisfatto, not soffritto. You just said you were ‘onion-fried’ with the car’s performance.”

Somewhere nearby, a fan held up a cardboard sign that read: Yn for Italian Teacher of the Year!

Maria arrived a bit later, fresh from a photoshoot in Milan, her heels clicking on the pavement. She waved at Yn, who ran into her arms, and then the two joined Lewis for a brief chat near the motorhome.

“We’re thinking of renting a place in Rome for the summer,” Maria said. “You should come.”

Lewis raised a brow. “You mean all three of us?”

“Why not?” she shrugged. “She’s growing up. We should enjoy the time we get.”

Yn beamed. “Can we? Please?”

Lewis smiled. “Only if you promise to keep teaching me Italian.”

Maria smirked. “And maybe some fashion, too. You still can’t dress without her help.”

“Rude,” he said, but laughed.

As the three of them stood there, blending the past and the present, the paddock moved around them, fast and loud. But in that moment, Yn didn’t feel like a girl caught between two worlds. She felt exactly where she was meant to be.

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[roaroarke]

It's nice to see someone finally take Jinshi to task over abdicating his position and undermining the kingdom/endangering Maomao as a result. Pure poetry for that takedown to be coming from Lakan, who essentially went through the same experience when he was younger.

Jinshi is trying to engineer deliberately what happened to Lakan as a result of his disability and carelessness: putting himself out of the running for the crown by promoting the top consorts, Gyokuyou and Lihua, so their sons can be named crown princes in his stead. Even though he hasn't gained the prize, he's paid the price: he gave up the power to really do anything to prevent the crisis the kingdom faces.

From an outsider's perspective, both of these young men are essentially doing the same thing: coasting on their natural abilities (beauty and brains respectively) without doing the real work to live up to their potential, all at the cost of people who rely on them. We don't get a look in Fengxian's head, tragically, but after years of Lakan just visiting her to play games she finally got desperate enough to bet her whole future on him catching her if she fell. Unfortunately for her, he didn't have the people around him back then that Jinshi does now, giving hope that this crisis will have a happier ending.

Gaoshun's gotten really good at this "I'm going to stay quiet as an endorsement of this behavior" business. He knows this is what Jinshi needs to hear, even if he can't or won't say it himself. Luomen, too, talks down Lakan without actually refuting anything he said about Jinshi, just deflecting it onto himself as a tirade against eunuchs generally.

And Maomao, well, she's still desperate not to lose The Game. We can forgive her that because she's been carrying the whole cast on her back for two seasons. It feels like Maomao has been pushing Jinshi to be better and more proactive in a hundred ways from the very first episode when he had to catch her out as literate from among all the other maids. Because what he really needs at the end of the day is to be more like her: someone who can see all of this suffering, overcome her own doubts that she has the power to help, and do something about it.

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“I swear to god, Luke, you will be the death of me!”

You groaned as you darted around the living room, chasing after the blur of a giggling little boy who had clearly decided bedtime was a battle worth fighting.

Behind you, that familiar, deep chuckle echoed—smooth, amused, and entirely too calm for the chaos at hand.

You turned with a glare, only to find your husband looking entirely unbothered.

He had one toddler perched effortlessly on his hip, the little one contentedly gnawing on a plush toy, while his other hand moved with casual precision, dabbing a napkin at the boy’s mouth.

The picture of composure.

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying this,” you muttered, breathless.

His smirk widened just slightly. “You’re very entertaining to watch.”

Very soon—and with much difficulty—you managed to tuck both boys into bed.

Luke had only surrendered after a long negotiation involving three bedtime stories, a glass of water, and a very serious pinky promise that monsters didn’t live under the bed.

Kieran had dozed off mid-yawn, nestled in your husband’s arms before you even reached the room.

You stood at the edge of their shared bed now, watching the slow rise and fall of tiny chests, their faces peaceful in sleep—so different from the miniature hurricanes they’d been just minutes ago.

A quiet sigh left your lips. “Finally.”

Behind you, arms slid around your waist, and a familiar warmth pressed against your back.

“Admit it,” Sylus murmured against your shoulder, voice low and laced with amusement. “You’re soft for them.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You’re worse than I am.”

He didn’t deny it. Only held you tighter.

You playfully swatted at him without looking, a lazy flick of your hand against his arm.

“They must have gotten your genes,” you muttered, eyes drifting to the two small bodies curled beneath the covers—peaceful now, angelic even, as if they hadn’t spent the last hour turning the house upside down.

Sylus leaned in closer, chin resting on your shoulder, arms still wrapped loosely around your waist.

“That sounds like praise,” he said, smug.

You huffed a quiet laugh. “It’s not.”

“They’re smart, stubborn, dramatic—definitely you.”

You turned just enough to glance at him. “You just described yourself.”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

You shook your head, smiling softly as your gaze returned to the boys. “God help us when they get older.”

“We’ll survive,” he said. “Barely.”

But in his voice, there was something softer. Like he already knew—chaos and all—he wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

You both retreated to the living room, the house finally quiet now that your twin hurricanes had surrendered to sleep.

You sank into the couch with a long sigh, curling your legs beneath you as Sylus joined you, draping his arm casually across the backrest, close—but not crowding.

It had been seven years.

Seven years since your estranged husband had shown up at your doorstep without warning, carrying more pride than luggage and looking like someone who’d run out of excuses.

Looking at your life now, it was almost hard to believe.

You’d moved out of your old apartment not long after—when Sylus made the decision to return to Paris for good.

His company had opened a new headquarters in the city, a move that was no coincidence.

He had said it plainly, like it was obvious, “It makes sense. You’re here.”

You’d found a bigger place together not long after that. Something with more space, more light, and enough room to build something new from the ground up.

This house, your home, held pieces of everything you once thought impossible—quiet mornings, laughter-filled nights, soft arguments and softer apologies.

It wasn’t perfect.

But it was real.

And it was yours.

You sighed contently, the weight of the day melting away as you nestled into the warmth of your husband’s side.

His arm shifted automatically, wrapping around you with a familiarity that had taken years to earn—but now felt as natural as breathing.

“I can’t believe we made it here,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Sylus didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you—really looked—his expression softer than most people ever got to see.

“Neither can I,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently along your arm. “But I’m glad we did.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting yourself feel it—this peace, this home, this version of him that had once felt out of reach.

And for once, there was no need to question it.

You were exactly where you were meant to be.

You still painted—your studio was just down the hall, quiet and sunlit, filled with half-finished canvases and the scent of dried paint.

But you didn’t attend exhibitions much these days. Not since the twins.

Your time belonged elsewhere now.

The art center you helped build with your colleagues was thriving, even without you at the helm. Your protégé had stepped up seamlessly—talented, eager, and steady. You couldn’t have asked for a better pair of hands to carry it forward.

Now, nestled beside Sylus on the living room couch, the lights dim and the house finally calm, you let your voice cut gently through the quiet.

“What time are your parents arriving tomorrow?”

Sylus shifted slightly, his arm draped around your shoulders. “Around noon,” he said. “But knowing my mother, they’ll show up early and pretend they didn’t.”

You chuckled, resting your head against him. “That gives us, what? An hour to make the house look like we’ve got everything under control?”

He smirked, brushing a lazy hand through your hair. “Fifty minutes. Ten of which I’ll spend bribing Luke to behave.”

You laughed softly. “Good luck with that.”

“Please,” he said, voice low and amused, “luck has nothing to do with it. I’ve got snacks hidden in five different places.”

You shook your head with a smile, eyes slipping shut.

It wasn’t perfect.

But it was yours.

And that made all the difference.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips—slow and familiar, the kind that no longer needed grand declarations to mean everything.

Then you stood, stretching slightly as your fingers trailed along his shoulder.

“I should clean up now,” you murmured with a smile, brushing a hand through his hair. “So we can just relax tomorrow.”

He tilted his head back to look at you, eyes half-lidded, already too comfortable to protest.

Your hands cupped his face, warm and soft against his skin.

And then—without warning—you pinched his cheeks between your fingers.

He blinked, caught off guard.

“How,” you mused, eyes narrowing playfully, “are you still so attractive after all these years?”

Sylus raised a brow, unimpressed but amused. “Genetics. And sheer willpower to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well. It’s working.”

His smirk deepened. “I know.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you bent down to gather the chaos your little hurricanes had left behind.

Stuffed animals, plastic blocks, and one suspiciously sticky puzzle piece—all swept into your arms with practiced ease.

You moved across the living room, your feet quiet against the floor as you dropped the toys into the box tucked beside the TV.

The room looked lived-in, a little messy, but full.

As you closed the lid on the toy box, you glanced over your shoulder—

Sylus still lounged on the couch, watching you with that lazy, unbothered smirk.

“You know,” he said, “they definitely get their energy from you.”

You scoffed. “Bold of you to say, considering you taught them how to climb the furniture.”

He shrugged. “Strategic training.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile didn’t leave your face.

This was your life now.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Mephisto let out a low mewl from the corner of the room, stretching languidly before leaping up onto the couch beside Sylus with practiced grace.

He landed with a soft thud, curling up immediately against Sylus’s side like he owned the place—which, to be fair, he probably did.

You paused, watching him for a moment. He was much bigger now, all sleek muscle and elegant fluff, his once-short fur having grown into a soft, silvery mane over the years.

You smiled to yourself, remembering the day you’d discovered it.

“He’s long-haired?” you had blurted out, brushing your fingers through the tufts behind his ears as he purred smugly. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Sylus had simply raised a brow. “You married me. You should’ve expected surprises.”

Now, watching them side by side—your smug husband and your equally smug cat—you shook your head, warmth blooming quietly in your chest.

Somehow, this strange little life you’d built together had become the most natural thing in the world.

After tidying the last of the living room, switching off the lights, and checking once more on the boys—both fast asleep and tangled in their blankets—you finally made your way to the bedroom.

The sheets were cool and inviting, the room dim except for the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp.

You slipped under the covers, letting out a quiet sigh as your body melted into the mattress.

Sylus joined you a moment later, his movements unhurried, familiar.

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, then shifted closer, one arm sliding easily around your waist.

You turned toward him, resting your forehead lightly against his chest.

He was warm, steady, and just quiet enough to match the peace that filled the room.

“Everything’s ready for tomorrow,” you murmured, eyes already beginning to flutter shut.

“Mm,” he hummed, fingers brushing against the small of your back. “Then you’ve earned sleep. For about a week.”

You smiled sleepily. “Will you watch the boys while I disappear?”

“I’ll consider it,” he teased, kissing the top of your head. “For a small fee.”

You laughed under your breath, letting your hand settle over his heart.

No more words were needed after that.

Just the soft hum of the night, and the comfort of knowing—this was home.

—•

“Oh honey! I missed you!” your mother-in-law exclaimed the moment you opened the door, sweeping you into a warm, eager embrace before you could even get a word out.

You laughed, arms wrapping around her just as tightly.

“Now,” she pulled back, eyes sparkling with excitement, “where are my grandchildren?”

Behind you, Sylus let out a dramatic sigh, dragging in the suitcases with one hand.

“Of course she hugs you first,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough to be heard. “I’m just the son, no big deal.”

You shot him a smirk over your shoulder. “Jealous?”

“Obviously,” he grumbled. “I grew this family and everything.”

His mother rolled her eyes fondly, brushing past him like she hadn’t even heard. “Sylus, be useful and fetch the boys. I’m here for the important people.”

You bit back a laugh as he shot you an exasperated look, but you could see the faint smile tugging at his lips.

Home, chaos, and family—just the way it always was.

Your father-in-law stepped through the doorway not long after, his presence quieter but no less grounding.

He gave you a polite nod at first, his usual composed demeanor in place—until his gaze settled on you fully.

Then, something softened.

“Has my boy been treating you good?” he asked, his voice low and warm, a hint of teasing behind the formality.

You smiled, the kind that came without effort now. “Better than I expected,” you said, just loud enough for Sylus to hear.

From behind you, Sylus scoffed. “She means I do all the work while she takes the credit.”

Your father-in-law gave a rare, amused hum, eyes flicking between the two of you. “Then I taught him right.”

It was subtle—nothing grand—but there was something in his tone, in the way he looked at you, that said more than his words ever did.

You were part of this family now. Not just by name.

But truly.

You stepped aside, beckoning them in with a warm smile.

“Come on in,” you said, holding the door as they passed.

Once they were inside, you gently shut it behind them, the sound muffled by the cozy hum of your home.

Mephisto trotted over and curled neatly at your feet, tail flicking once as if already claiming his spot in the unfolding reunion.

You glanced toward the hallway and raised your voice just enough to carry.

“Luke! Kieran! Come greet your grandparents!”

There was a beat of silence—then the unmistakable thump of hurried footsteps, a flurry of energy barreling through the hall.

The sound of tiny feet, muffled laughter, and a crash that was probably nothing serious.

Just your everyday brand of chaos.

Your mother-in-law gasped with delight the moment the boys came tumbling into view.

“There you are, my darlings!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees with surprising ease for someone in heels.

Both Luke and Kieran launched themselves into her open arms without hesitation, all giggles and uncontainable energy.

She wrapped them up tightly, rocking them side to side in an embrace that was more joy than anything else. “You’ve both gotten so big! What are you feeding them, sunshine?”

From beside you, Sylus muttered, “And chaos.”

You snorted, elbowing him gently.

Meanwhile, your father-in-law stood nearby, hands behind his back, watching the scene unfold with a softened expression he probably thought he was hiding well.

Mephisto purred at your feet, as if offering his own quiet welcome home.

“I prepared lunch if you guys are hungry,” you said with a warm smile, glancing toward the dining room.

Your mother-in-law looked up from where she was still hugging the boys, eyes bright. “Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t have to—but I am starving.”

Your father-in-law gave a small nod of approval. “Smells good,” he remarked, already following the scent drifting in from the kitchen.

Sylus raised a brow, clearly amused. “See? She is the favorite.”

You flashed him a smug look.

The boys had already wriggled free, racing toward the table with shouts of “I want the seat by Grandma!” and “No, I do!”

Mephisto followed at a slower pace, tail high, as if supervising the procession.

And with the clatter of small feet and the soft laughter that filled the room, you knew—this was the kind of ordinary that you’d always hoped for.

—•

Everyone gathered at the table, the soft clatter of dishes and the warmth of home-cooked food settling like a gentle hush over the room.

Your mother-in-law sat between the twins, helping Kieran cut his food while Luke rambled excitedly about his latest “invention” that involved tape, crayons, and a suspiciously missing spoon.

She laughed, utterly charmed. “You two are just like your father,” she said fondly, ruffling Luke’s hair.

Sylus, across from her, gave a long-suffering sigh. “Please don’t curse them like that.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you set down a bowl of soup. “It’s too late. The damage is done.”

Your father-in-law sat at the end of the table, quieter as always, but the look he gave you as he took the first bite said enough—approving, satisfied. Maybe even a little impressed.

The boys were loud, the food was a little messy, and Mephisto had already claimed his spot beneath the table like a silent guardian.

You slid into your seat beside Sylus, your shoulder brushing his for a second as he passed you the serving spoon.

“Luke, Kieran,” you said, your tone sharp enough to cut through their growing chatter, “behave.”

Both boys froze mid-fidget, glancing at you with wide eyes before immediately straightening in their chairs, forks in hand, suddenly very focused on their plates.

Your mother-in-law laughed, covering her mouth with a napkin. “Oh, she’s got the voice. I love it.”

Even your father-in-law let out a quiet chuckle, nodding approvingly.

Sylus leaned toward you with a smirk, his voice low. “Terrifying. I’m oddly proud.”

You shot him a look. “You should be. They learned it from watching you.”

The table melted into soft laughter, the boys sneaking glances at each other but staying obedient—for now.

“Time really flies,” your father-in-law said, setting his glass down with a quiet clink. “The last time we were here, the boys were barely a year old.”

You glanced at Luke and Kieran—now deep in a silent competition to see who could eat faster without getting scolded again—and felt a tug at your chest.

“They couldn’t even walk yet,” your mother-in-law added with a wistful smile. “Sylus was still convinced one of them would start flying before crawling.”

“I stand by that,” Sylus said smoothly, not missing a beat. “They’ve always been suspiciously aerodynamic.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “And now they’re sprinting through the house like tiny tornados.”

“Your fault,” he muttered.

“Mine?”

“You encouraged it. With cookies.”

Your in-laws laughed quietly, the kind of laughter that comes with age, memory, and the comfort of watching something grow right in front of you.

And as the sunlight filtered through the dining room windows, catching the warmth in every voice and every plate passed, you realized—

he was right.

Time really had flown.

But it had brought you here.

To this.

And it was enough.

After lunch, everyone drifted into the living room, the kind of slow, full procession that only came after a meal shared between people who knew each other well.

The twins had already claimed the floor, knee-deep in some heated debate over which of their toy cars was faster. Kieran was dramatically pointing, Luke already pouting.

You sank into the couch beside Sylus with a quiet sigh, only to feel his arm curl instinctively around your waist, warm and grounding.

Turning toward his parents, you offered a soft smile. “How’ve you been? Mother, Father?”

Your mother-in-law settled into the armchair across from you, one leg crossed over the other, hands still folded with elegant grace. “Busy, as always. Your father’s been obsessing over the garden again.”

Your father-in-law didn’t even look up from his tea. “Meticulous is the word.”

She waved him off, smiling. “And I’ve been catching up with some old friends. Though none of them have grandchildren this entertaining.”

You chuckled, glancing at your boys now in the midst of racing their cars in opposite directions. “They have their moments.”

“They take after you,” Sylus murmured at your ear, low enough for only you to hear.

You glanced up at him, amused. “The chaos or the charm?”

His lips curved, brushing a kiss to your temple. “Both.”

You chuckled softly at the thought—your father-in-law, the man who once reminded you of a strict headmaster with his sharp gaze and clipped words, now so deeply invested in gardening.

It was almost hard to imagine him with dirt under his nails, inspecting rose bushes instead of company reports.

“I just can’t picture it,” you said, grinning as you looked over at him. “You, in gloves, pruning hydrangeas?”

He gave you a look—deadpan, unimpressed. “I wear a hat too. Wide-brimmed. Very dignified.”

Your mother-in-law let out a laugh. “You should see him talking to the plants. He denies it, of course.”

“I do not talk to them,” he muttered. “I make observations.”

Sylus snorted beside you. “Right. Loud, emotionally supportive observations.”

You leaned into him, grinning. “I think it’s sweet.”

Your father-in-law only shook his head, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The image stayed with you—this quiet evolution of a man you once thought impossible to reach.

And somehow, it made everything feel even more real.

Like life had softened all of you in just the right places.

Sylus’s arm curled a little tighter around your waist, pulling you subtly closer as the conversation carried on around you.

Then, in that low, effortless murmur only meant for you, he leaned in just enough for his breath to graze your skin.

“Have I ever told you that you smell nice?”

You felt his smile before you saw it—lazy, fond, laced with that familiar teasing warmth.

He tilted his head, burying his nose briefly in the crook of your neck as if to prove his point, breathing you in like he hadn’t done it a hundred times before.

Your cheeks flushed, a soft laugh escaping you as you tried to nudge him away without much effort.

“You have,” you whispered, trying to sound annoyed but falling short.

“Good,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “Needed you to remember.”

Across the room, your in-laws were still chatting over tea, the twins chasing each other around the rug with toy cars.

You watched the room, heart full in a way words couldn’t quite capture.

Kieran was making dramatic engine noises while Luke insisted on explaining the “rules” of their made-up game, even though no one seemed to be following them.

Your mother-in-law played along with infinite patience, and even your father-in-law—stoic as ever—had the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth as he sipped his tea, quietly observing it all like a man who secretly loved the noise but would never admit it.

The late afternoon sun spilled across the living room, casting warm light over the carpet, the toys, the half-finished tea, and the soft chaos of family. There was laughter. Comfort. The kind of peace you used to think belonged to someone else. Someone with a different story.

But here it was. Yours.

You turned toward Sylus, the weight of the moment pressing gently on your chest. He was relaxed beside you, one arm draped loosely around your waist, gaze drifting toward the boys as if he was memorizing everything without realizing it.

You studied him for a second—those quiet eyes, that faint smirk always threatening to grow into something softer—and you leaned in, brushing a kiss against his cheek.

Not rushed. Not fleeting. Just full of meaning.

He turned to you slightly, brows raised in surprise, but you spoke before he could ask.

“I’m really glad you showed up at my door,” you said, your voice quiet, but steady.

His expression shifted—not dramatic, just real. A flicker of surprise. Then something warmer, deeper.

“Yeah?” he asked, just barely above a whisper.

You nodded, eyes meeting his. “You changed everything.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then he reached up, fingers brushing gently along your jaw as if grounding himself in you. His voice was low when he finally replied, the teasing gone now—just sincerity, bare and soft.

“I didn’t know what I was doing back then,” he admitted. “But I knew I wanted to stay.”

Your heart tightened, full and aching in the best way.

“And you did,” you whispered. “We both did.”

He leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

And in the middle of the laughter, the mess, the distant clatter of racing toys, the two of you sat there quietly—no longer just a promise, but the proof of what choosing each other, day after day, had built.

—•

Evening settled over the house in a hush of gold and lavender, casting long shadows across the floor as the last light of day slipped away.

Your in-laws stood by the door, coats on, bags in hand, their visit coming to a gentle close.

Your mother-in-law hugged you tightly, her perfume familiar, comforting. “You’ve made a lovely home,” she whispered, brushing your cheek. “We’re proud of you both.”

Your father-in-law gave a simple nod, his gaze resting on you for a beat longer than usual. “Take care of each other,” he said.

“We will,” you promised.

As they stepped outside and the door clicked shut behind them, a quiet settled over the entryway.

You were about to turn away when you felt arms slip around your waist from behind—firm, grounding, unmistakably his.

Sylus rested his chin on your shoulder, his body warm against your back, holding you close without saying a word at first.

You leaned into him, closing your eyes for just a second.

“They’ve changed,” you murmured.

He hummed in agreement, his breath soft against your ear. “Or maybe they just see us clearly now.”

You turned slightly, enough to glimpse his face—calm, unreadable in that familiar way, but his eyes gave him away.

There was something tender there, something still in awe of what the two of you had built.

“You think they’re proud?” you asked, quieter this time.

He didn’t hesitate. “Of you? Always.” Then he smirked. “Of me? That might’ve taken some convincing.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting your hands over his.

“Well… you have come a long way.”

He pulled you in a little closer, his voice a low murmur against your neck. “So have we.”

You tilted your head back just enough to meet his eyes, a smile playing on your lips. “I’m glad you stayed.”

His reply was barely a whisper. “There was never another choice.”

You chuckled softly, the warmth of his arms around you and the quiet hum of the evening settling deep in your chest.

“We’re still as romantic as ever,” you teased, glancing up at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

Sylus raised a brow, his smirk returning with ease. “You mean me holding you in a dimly lit hallway while the twins scream over who gets the blue cup isn’t peak romance?”

You laughed, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “Honestly? It kind of is.”

He pressed a kiss just beneath your ear, slow and deliberate. “Then I guess I’m still doing something right.”

You turned in his arms, looping yours around his neck as you looked up at him. “We both are.”

His gaze softened, the teasing falling away for just a moment as he looked at you like you were still the only thing in the room that mattered.

You gazed up at him, at the way the low light caught the red in his eyes—sharp, striking, and yet softened only for you.

There was a quiet in the space between you, the kind that felt full rather than empty.

Your fingers curled gently at the nape of his neck, and your voice came out steady, certain.

“I love you.”

No teasing this time. No playful jab. Just the truth, laid bare between heartbeats.

Sylus didn’t look away. Didn’t smirk.

He simply held your gaze like it anchored him.

“I know,” he said, his voice low. Then, after a beat, just as quietly—“I love you too.”

You both lingered in that moment just a little longer, hearts steady, wrapped in a silence that felt like home.

Then, from the living room, came the unmistakable crash of toy cars colliding, followed by Luke’s loud declaration of victory and Kieran’s dramatic groan of defeat.

You exchanged a look with Sylus—equal parts tired and amused.

“Duty calls,” you murmured.

“Tiny tyrants await,” he replied with a sigh, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before releasing you.

Together, you stepped back into the living room. The boys were still sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a minefield of toys and pillows, their energy somehow untouched by the full day behind them.

“Alright, time’s up,” you said, voice firm but gentle. “Bed.”

“But we’re not even tired,” Luke whined as Kieran nodded in fierce agreement—just before a yawn gave him away.

Sylus smirked. “Sure you’re not.” He moved in without warning, effortlessly scooping up Luke with one arm and hoisting him into the air. “Come on, warrior. Time to recharge for tomorrow’s battles.”

You bent down to gather Kieran into your arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he buried his face in your shoulder, already halfway to sleep.

The twins mumbled soft protests, but their limbs grew heavier with each step down the hall.

And as you walked together—Sylus beside you, boys cradled in your arms, the house dim and quiet around you—you felt it again.

That quiet, enduring kind of love.

Not loud. Not perfect. But deeply, unmistakably yours.

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