#I want them to hug tenderly in the rai

[chesspens]

I held him as the rain came and we laughed

[tojipie]

˚ ✧ content: first-time parent toji, doctor reader, fluff, brief mentions of injury

“oh— hey! found one more for you down the hall.” a dreaded patient chart is thrust into your arms before you can tell the cheery nurse that your shift is already over. 

“great,” you mutter, tiredly scanning the stack of paperwork as you make your way down the hall. it was way too late for this. 

2-year-old male, already triaged and x-rayed. drove in by his dad about 2 hours ago. nothing too extensive, wouldn’t take more than an hour to get him sent home. 

soft cries greet you at the door to the examination room, a hushed voice— his father— attempting to console the child.

“megs, c'mon. you’re gonna be okay! these are good people.” the older man whispers, sighing as the toddler’s sobs only grow louder.

your knock silences them both, the little boy trying to put on a strong face for you despite the little sniffles wracking his chest. 

the kid is a carbon copy of his dad, donning the same shaggy black hair and big green eyes. the toddler looks up at you hesitantly, long lashes slick with tears.

“see? doctor’s here,” his dad coos, feigning fake excitement as you shut the door behind you. you can hear the quiver in his voice as he says it, anxiety eating away at his composure.

first-time parent you think, cute. always more terrified than the child. always.

“how’s our little trooper doing?” you smile, sympathetic to both their states. the younger boy says nothing, wiping the wetness from his face with his good arm. poor baby.

“fell off his trike in the driveway,” the father explains, shaking his head. he was charming, soft-spoken yet commanding respect. gnarled edges of a scar gracing the side of his mouth.

“can i see? just want to have a better look at the injury site,” you say calmly, snapping on a pair of blue gloves.

“show her where it hurts kiddo,” he asks tenderly, wincing as you take the ice pack off to expose the child’s swollen wrist.  

megumi looks up at you curiously as you examine the injury, exhausted from a mix of pain and sleep deprivation.

 “mama?” he mumbles, idly kicking his feet in his father’s lap.

“no bud not mama.” the older man laughs, clearly embarrassed. you feel your heart twinge just a bit at the adorable show of confusion.  

“no broken skin, the joint is still aligned too.” you say confidently, placing the ice pack back. “likely not a break or a dislocation but i’ll look at the x-rays just so we’re positive, sound good?”

the father nods quietly, hugging his son to his chest.

“his mom was never in the picture, s’ hard handling him alone,” the older man doesn’t follow up on his comment, leaving it at that.

you nod. “i’m sorry.”

“toji,” he mumbles.

“i’m sorry, toji.”

it doesn’t take long for you to go over the blue images. an intact bone stands out against the illuminated wall, not a break thankfully. the stranger catches on soon enough, tension leaving his body at the good news. 

“looks like it’s just a sprain,” you say, pointing to the image. 

“see that kiddo?” he whispers, turning the little boy’s head toward you. “s’ nothing.”

“nofing?” megumi mumbles, clearly too tired to pay attention anymore. shy as a bunny.

“you’re gonna want to ice and elevate for at least the next two days, you should see a full recovery by then but if not i want you to come right back, okay?” you explain.

the father nods, propping his little boy down on the floor as you type out your post-visit instructions.

“say thank you to the pretty doctor megs,” he encourages, chuckling as the little boy waddles over to hug your leg with his good arm. so incredibly tiny. 

pretty huh? you could get used to that.

“fank you.” his sweet voice latches onto your tired heart and melts you from the inside. megumi slumps down against your shoe as sleep takes over, caught under the arms and swept into his dad’s arms in an instant. 

[sidthedollface2]

A Crown fit for a God

Pairing: Azriel x Fem Reader, Eris x Fem Reader

Summary: Azriel sees you tearfully reading and asks Elain for help with a gift.

Warnings: Pining, talks of war, mostly fluff, Elain (it's fine don't worry) hurt/comfort/no comfort.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: This belongs with a mini series I’m currently working on but it can be read as a stand alone. I’m not a writer so keep that in mind if you find mistakes. Lol.

Azriel watched from afar as you tenderly stroked the soft petals of a daisy. Your eyes closed as you deeply inhaled the floral scent. A soft smile spread across your face, enjoying the fragrance. Azriels heart beat wildly in his chest at the sight.

You sat on a bench next to a shallow pond, small fish and turtles leisurely swimming about. The sun was high in the sky, rays of light breaking through the trees, casting you in a divine glow. From your small satchel you pulled out your beloved book. One of young romance and finding true love, definitely not one of Nestas collection. The novel was about two friends sent to fight a war, similar to the war you fought in. The male had been caught by the enemy, with no way to tell his partner, she assumed he had passed leaving her to fight not only the war alone but live a life without her mate.

Azriel's heart clenched as you softly cried into the book, wiping the tears that rolled down your hot cheeks. He envisioned himself sitting beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucked in close to his side. Peppering kisses to your temple, soothing your broken heart kiss by kiss. His daydream was interrupted as Rhys requested him mind to mind.

That afternoon Azriel sat next to Elain in her garden, thinking of you and how all these flowers would be jealous of not only your beauty but of your heart as well. He wished to bring you expensive and thoughtful things, place them at your feet like the God that you were, if only to see that shy smile once again.

He shouldn't have asked, but his mouth moved faster than his brain, “Elain, do you think you can show me how to make a flower crown?” he internally winced. Although he ended things with her the moment he saw you, they still remained acquaintances. He couldn’t bear pursuing you while he was bedding her. It wasn’t fair to drag her along when deep down he knew she wasn't what he truly desired. She was pretty and attractive by fae standards but you were incomparable. An exquisite work of art crafted by the first Gods.

“Azriel, is this for…..” she tried to say your name but it hurt too much. Jealousy ran through her, itching to deny him this simple request.

“Yes, I'm sorry. It was wrong of me –”

“Sit,” she relented, patting the space next to her. “What flowers does she like?”

Azriel took a moment to think, scratching at his chin in concentration.

“Hmm, I’m afraid I don’t know what flower she likes.” He slumped, already feeling useless in his attempt at a sweet gesture.

“That's ok, flowers also have meaning. What do you wish to convey to her?”

“Love.”

Azriel said with a quickness Elaine had never seen before.

“You love her.” Elain stated, smiling at Azriel with pride.

“More than I ever thought possible.” Azriel confirmed with a soft sigh as he cut the stem of a vibrant red rose. “But I don’t want to tell her just yet. Oh, she does enjoy the smell of daisies,” he remembered, picking the white daisies within his reach.

“Then daisies will do.”

Once Azriel gathered enough daisies he proceeded to twist them one by one just as Elain instructed. Holding two daisies, Azriel loops one over the stem of the other making a knot. One by one he loops more daisies to the main stem until it creates a crown large enough to fit on top of your pretty head. Once the main crown is done, he gathers green lace fern and baby's breath intertwining them between the daisies to make the crown appear vibrant and bountiful.

With a friendly hug he thanks Elain for her help and stalks off with a bounce in his step, eager to present his gift to you.

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Azriel finds you sitting on the wooden bench once again. It had been days since he saw you, Rhys having sent him on a mission before he had a chance to give you the crown. He makes himself known by clearing his throat, “May I join you?” He asks, glancing at the spot next to you, his hands held behind his back.

“Oh! Yes of course.” You glance up at him, noticing he’s not in his usual leathers but a navy collared shirt . It fits him perfectly. Snug around the diameter of his muscular arms and toned pecs. His strong thighs stretch the fabric of his sleek pants, as he takes the seat next to you, gently brushing his thigh against yours.

“I’m sorry to disrupt your reading, but I brought something you might need.”

Azriel then pulled out a blue box with a silver bow from a pocket of shadow, and handed it to you. Surprised at this unexpected gift, you remove the ribbon and within the box folded neatly was a lace handkerchief.

“If it’s real, it will never be over.” Azriel jerked his chin toward your book and your eyes widened.

“You’ve read it?” You beamed, clutching your beloved book to your chest. Holding it near your heart that wanted to desperately find someone. Someone willing to go into battle for the chance to be loved. A chance to find their equal in a world of undeserving immortals.

Azriel smiled and you melted at the sight, he was the light in the dark, a beacon lighting your way and you a moth to the flame.

“Yes, I’ve read it. It gets quite emotional towards the end.”

Azriel looked down with disappointment in his eyes, “I had got you something else, but I’m afraid it wilted before I was able to give it to you.”

You placed your hand on top of his. Azriel didn't flinch but relished in the warmth of your touch. “I’d still like to see it, if that's alright with you?”

Azriel nodded and his shadows carried the fragile crown, gently placing it in your lap. Azriel cheeks flushed, witnessing the cool shadows brushing against the softness of your cheek. For the first time ever he was jealous of them, he wanted to be the one to reach out and touch you, be gentle and tender towards you.

He wasn't known for soft things but for you he’d learn. For you he’d make flower crowns and read romantic books. He’d sit next to you and listen as the wind rustled through the trees, breathing in the citrus scent of your hair and the delicate perfume on your skin.

“I love it.” You gasp, gently thumbing at the browned petals, each touch bringing the flower back to its natural unwithered state. Your touch had the power to bring life to what once was. Flowers, once withered and decayed, are brought back to health. Animals that had been injured or hunted; a single touch healed and brought them back to vitality. Azriel smiled brightly at the display of your magic, “of course you’d be able to fix broken things. Perhaps,” he stalled, looking at his hands, “perhaps you’d be able to fix me too?”

You followed his line of sight, understanding the meaning behind his self-deprecation. Slowly you held his hands in yours, grasping them tightly hoping he’d understand the importance of your words. “Azriel, there's nothing to fix because you're not broken. All your flaws, all your imperfections, it’s what I adore about you.”

Azriels heart could explode, you wound him with your sweet words and gentle touches.

He hopes you’ll want all his flaws, all his imperfections and all his mistakes. He’s had many that's true, regrets that he can't undo, a darkness that can swallow him whole. But despite all his wrongdoings he can only hope you’ll choose him.

With nothing to hold him back slowly he leans forward, a scarred palm cups your soft face and he almost pulls back. Glancing between your supple lips and radiant eyes, he licks his lips closing the distance between–

“ I hope I'm not disrupting.”

Startled, you quickly pull away coming to a stand, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Azriel clenches his jaw, as he stands towering over the Autumn heir in a show of dominance.

Stepping around the winged illyrian, Eris sideyes the boxed gift and flower crown with a look of annoyance and distaste. Before Eris can snatch it, Azriel carefully picks it up and steps in front of you, placing the crown softly on your head. You're breathtaking. He attentively adjusts the strands of hair that frame your face, rubbing your silky waves between his fingers, so much softer than he imagined. Soon, Azriel thinks. He’ll be able to keep you, If you choose to be his of course.

Reminding you of his presence Eris breaks the tension, “It’s time to go love.”

“Will they find eachother again? Once the war is over?” you ask, pleading that true love can withstand even the most violent of battles.

Please tell me love finds a way.

Before Azriel can answer, Eris swiftly pulls you away, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist, squeezing your hip, where he branded your body in a bargain. He kisses the corner of your mouth, looking over his shoulder with a smirk at a seething Azriel.

Azriels deep sultry voice carries in the wind, “in the middle of the chaos on the battlefield, he finds her. And she finally tells him –”

Your hopeful eyes are the last thing he sees as Eris winnows you away, leaving Azriel with three little words whispered in the air. A confession Azriel will one day be brave enough to purr between heated kisses and embraced bodies.

I love you.

[yeostars]

Howdy! I would love to see how ateez (separately) is with an older/noona! Reader (doesn't matter if they're an idol as well or not) just need some teasing fluff with someone a bit more mature than the boys but not a massive age gap you know?

🦝 anon

𓆩♡𓆪 dynamics study: ateez members dating someone older than them <3

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

{a/n: i have put two members together for this one, since I feel like they would have similar dynamics!}

ᯓ★ hongjoong, yunho

• I feel like hongjoong and yunho would still act like the older one because it naturally comes to them to take care of their s/o more than their s/o would care for them. but at times, he loves to be babied by you, because you're the older one, after all. they LOVE intertwining their hand with yours, so much that they could probably do it all day. it gives them a sense of security when they know that you're there with them, holding their hand <3

• the head pats !!!!! hongjoong goes so SO soft whenever you'd pat his head out of endearment, it's his most favourite thing in the world. And the way he gets so shy & his ears go all red when you add on "my boy" while patting his head, it's your most favourite thing in the world. As for yunho, he would be the one patting your head because although you're older than him by like 2 years, he's still the taller one ?? yunho finds you cute ALL THE TIME, actually the fact that you're older than him doesn't even exist. he's just a big soft bear wanting to protect and take care of his noona gf even though he's younger :)

ᯓ★ seonghwa, san

• treats you with so much respect. I mean, obviously all teezies would treat their older gfs with respect, but I feel like it's a notable point for sanhwa having an older s/o? Would definitely tease you sometimes, though. You actually love it when they tease you because it's rare for them to do so & you want them to feel as comfortable and friendly towards you as possible. You want them to view you as a best friend even though you're only 2 years older, and they love you even more than they already do for this. They LOVE resting their head against your shoulder while you gently stroke their hair :)

• Always comes to you for advice on all kinds of stuff. You know, how majority of ateez members go to seonghwa and san when they need some consoling? Just like that, sanhwa would depend on their noona gf in a way. These two love the fact that you're so welcoming and open and wise. And ofcourse, they are always there for you when you need a listening ear, too. You're like a ray of solace and comfort for them <3

ᯓ★ yeosang, jongho

• literally the sweetest towards you. and yes, I mean it, they try their best to take care of you as much as you care for them. although they get a little clueless here and there, you appreciate the fact that they want you to rely on them for mental support just like you do for them. although these two are not a big fan of physical affection, they love to do small gestures such as tenderly caressing your hand at times. They definitely give in when you're the one associating the physical affection, because ofcourse, they can't resist you :)

•yeosang and jongho get SOOO shy when you kiss their cheek. And you do it VERY often, just too see their reaction. And it's the same every time: them being all red and blushing and a small cute pout forming on their face while they mumble "I'm gonna get you back for that one" and you're like "I'm literally your girlfriend, can't I kiss your cheek?" and they're like "fine, whatever, but it catches me off guard.. don't do it out of the blue.." and you just pinch their cheeks and run away, while they come running behind you to catch you by your waist, back hugging you and not letting go ( and you LOVE that) <3

ᯓ★ mingi, wooyoung

• teases the HELL out of you. damn the age difference of barely 2 years, they actually take advantage of the fact that you're older only to tease you by those "eh, you're an oldie, you should do this work.." and when you do smth childish or act clumsy they're like "they say older people are wise but you're a different case, noona.." and when you get to the point of reaction when you don't react anymore (become silent and sulky) and the atmosphere becomes kinda awkward, they get super affectionate towards you, pull you closer to them and swing an arm around your shoulder, mumbling "I'm sorry" and then those little rascals are like "get over it" and you slap their palm hanging around your shoulder and they giggle, while you just accept the fact that the teasing is unending if you're mingi/wooyoung's older gf .....

• Cuddles with you at night are a MUST. they love to be the smaller spoon, tbh.

there would be some times when you're just doing your own work, attending conferences when you're working from home, clearly being the mature one not only in your relationship with them but also, you're professionally the leader type. and mingi and wooyoung would just be staring at you. Like, they're so lovesick, so in LOVE with you and your mature side. They never fail to mention how proud they are of you and the relentless teasing aside, they're the best boyfriend you could ever have.

[lale-txt]

🌙 waking up at night without you by their side ↳ w/ Kid, Rayleigh, Denjiro & Yamato

a/n: another draft that's been sitting here since forever. in the light you go!! love me some lighthearted fluff. slightly suggestive + poly mention for Rayleigh (i feel like i'm putting this ALWAYS when writing Rayleigh omg) also sending kisses to all my anons swooning over Yamato. i know i don't write him that much but wanted to include him here for you ♡ i always love reading about your undying love for him, it's the purest thing.

Kid 

how dare you leave his side while he’s sleeping

don’t you know about your big spoon duties which involve holding him tenderly from behind, rubbing his back and making sure your arms are constantly wrapped around him all the time? 

Kid huffs when he wakes up with his back cold and your side of the bed empty

were you going for a midnight snack without him? didn’t you know that he was also craving shredded cheese at 3am? was your relationship a lie the whole time? 

no he’s not being dramatic why do you ask

or did you miss a step of your skin care routine and went back to the bathroom to do it again? he told you countless times that it didn’t work that way…

he throws back the covers and gets up, his red hair a mess and barely held together by the cat ear hairband you once gifted him 

Kid’s first instinct when he’s in trouble is to consult Killer so they can be in trouble together, so naturally he stomps down the hall to Killer’s cabin and doesn’t bother knocking, just bursts in like the Kool Aid man 

he lets out a surprised gasp when Killer isn’t sleeping peacefully in his bed but playing cards with you, Heat and Wire – very wide awake 

before Kid’s face can turn the color of his hair, you already kick out a chair for the tulip and gesture him to sit his ass down so you can explain

“see… on the last island when we stocked up on supplies Killer didn’t buy decaf coffee like ne normally does but regular… and since everyone but you drinks coffee–” “because it’s BAD for your skin, but no one ever listens to me” “–all of us have just been unable to fall asleep.”

Kid rolls his eyes and continues huffing, but also pulls you in his lap and wrap his arm around you, falling asleep with his head resting against yours as you continue your game

but no more coffee for you after 2pm, decaf or not. the big spoon rule book got updated, you gotta keep up duh

Rayleigh

even in his sleep Rayleigh reaches for you, wanting to hug you close to him, only content when he can nuzzle his face in the back of your neck

so when his hand pats into empty space, he’s suddenly awake, mumbling out your name into the dark 

first thing he does is turn on the light on the nightstand and reach for his glasses because he can’t see shit without them

still fighting off sleep, he takes a moment to reconstruct last night, smiling over it. no, you definitely fell asleep in his arms after you both finished… several times

actually he could go another round now that he was awake, but someone was missing…

it’s when he hears muffled voices coming from downstairs that he calls out your name again, louder this time

“we’re in the kitchen!”

we? … oh

with his observation haki never failing him, Rayleigh realizes within a heartbeat now what is going on

following your laughter he finds you in the kitchen… accompanied by a very familiar face

“Ray, I must say your taste is exquisite as always…”

Shakky cups your face, a cigarette dangling from her lips, as she beams at her husband leaning in the doorframe

“i think I’m in love with your wife”, you sigh dreamily, melting under her touch and gazing up to her with puppy eyes, completely encharmed by her 

Rayleigh ruffles his white hair and just smirks. he was about to introduce you anyway, so this makes things much easier now

he comes closer and places kisses on both of your cheeks. this night just got so much more interesting… 

Denjiro

Denjiro is always a little sleepy and would pass out within a heartbeat wherever and whenever, but preferably with you by his side, pulling you close even in his sleep

so why were his arms empty right now?

long blue hair is spilled all over the futons and usually by now you would complain because you’re getting tangled up in it 

rubbing his eyes he sits up, he murmurs out your name into the dim light of your shared room 

Denjiro isn’t too worried, he knows what you’re capable off, otherwise the yakuza boss wouldn’t have married you. he twists the golden band on his ring finger absentmindedly as he’s slowly forcing himself to wake up properly

it’s when he notices the gentle breeze coming through the open sliding door leading to the veranda and he immediately knows where to look for you

throwing the blanket over his shoulders he gets up, already making out your silhouette in the milky moonlight as you sit there huddled up, looking over your shoulder when you hear his footsteps approaching

“Den… you gotta see this…” 

your excited whisper and gestures to keep quiet had him curious, but more than that he was just happy to see you smiling

Denjiro sits down behind you and pulls you in his lap, wrapping his big arms and the blanket around you and kissing the side of your neck. you’re cold but feel warmth tingling in your limbs immediately under his touch

“what is it, little moonshine?”, he whispers and rests his chin on top of your head. you almost disappear in his embrace due the size difference and wiggle yourself in a comfortable position, the tip of your nose and your curious eyes peeking out from the blanket 

“snow bunnies”, you say softly and point to the garden where a pair of white bunnies frolic around in the falling snow, almost invisible for the eyes

Denjiro smiles and leans down to kiss you again. love is stored in the little things, you taught him that. and soon he falls asleep again, holding you tightly as he drifts into dreams of you, but none sweeter than the reality he gets to live with you

Yamato

personal space? not in this house 

Yamato usually sleeps sprawled out like a starfish and rotates in his sleep like a beyblade

but it’s fine because you adjusted to that! nothing can stop you from cuddling your big golden retriever boyfriend in his sleep

so when he wakes up at night and doesn’t feel your familiar weight on top of him it just sends him into straight up panic

in an attempt to turn the lights on he gets tangled up in the sheets and stumbles, taking down the lamp and everything else on the nightstand with him 

he’s calling out your name and trying not to cry on the spot

did you have a bad dream and he didn’t notice? were you somewhere crying on your own? his heart couldn’t take the thought of it. 

this was even worse than the one time he lost you at the supermarket in the candy aisle and he had to make an announcement over speaker which was mostly him sobbing into the microphone

his brain still lagging from the sleepiness and shock, Yamato doesn’t notice how you squat down next to him, picking off various nightstand items (tissues, crystals, harness…) off him 

“Yams, just what are you doing down there? were you sleepwalking? i knew this would become an issue one day…”

cut to Yamato sobbing in your arms because for three hot minutes he thought he had lost you forever 

which is when you kindly explain him that nature called and you only went to the bathroom but would have returned into his arms straight away

however you can never hold back tears as well when you see Yamato crying and now you’re both on the floor sobbing as you hold each other tenderly 

only when he kisses away the salty streaks you both calm down a little and can laugh about the situation

ever since you leave a little note out when you have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and make sure to snuggle extra close to him once you return, making Yamato smile even in his sleep

[shadowdaddies]

May you please write Manon x sunshine girl reader where she begs Manon to take her with her to one of her meetings in terrasen maybe and Manon eventually says yes and the whole time they are in the meeting Manon has her on her lap and def glares at anyone who looks too long lollol

Literally everyone (Aelin, Rowan, Dorian etc.) is like shocked because they didn’t know Manon has a mate and how this ray of sunshine is with a whole man eater lolol

this is such a cute prompt 💜 love Manon with a sunshine gf

Golden

Manon x Reader fluff

“Love, would you please let me join you in this meeting?” you pleaded, tugging Manon closer by her hands, giving her your best doe eyes as you batted your lashes at her.

With a wry smirk, Manon brought a hand to your hair, running her fingers through as she moved to cup your cheek. “Why would you want to go? I don’t even want to go. It’ll be boring political talk-“ she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Gods, it’s stressing me out just thinking about it.”

Pulling her hand away from her face, you smiled brightly, rocking back and forth on your heels in eagerness. “Exactly! But I can be there to make it less terrible. And I’m happy to go wherever you go,” you murmured, twining your fingers with hers as you leaned close, lips almost brushing.

“That does make for a tempting offer,” she murmured, golden eyes shimmering as she leaned forward, lips brushing against yours tenderly. 

You followed Manon down the hall of the castle towards the room where the meeting was being held, rushing forward to take her hand in yours, rubbing your thumb against her skin in comfort. The beautiful witch maintained a stern expression, but you felt her muscles relax under your touch as the two of you entered the room.

Four heads turned towards you, all of them standing around the table. Each of them wore curious expressions, and you watched as the striking blonde’s turquoise eyes flicked down to your joined hands, an amused smile on her full lips. Her eyes slid to Manon, grin broadening into something mischievous.

“Manon,” she purred. “I don’t believe I’ve met your friend.” Manon sighed, rolling her eyes as she gestured towards the people around you.

First indicating towards the blonde, Manon drawled, “this is Aelin, her husband, Rowan,” and turning towards the two men next to them, she continued, “and this is Dorian and Fenrys.” 

Dorian reached out a hand towards you, but you ignored it as you charged at him, wrapping your arms around the man in a warm hug. “I’ve heard so much about all of you! It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” you gushed, hugging each of them, oblivious to their shock and amusement.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Manon interrupted, prompting everyone to take their seats. Pulling out her seat, you instinctively took a spot on her lap, curling your legs up as you wrapped your arms around her neck. 

Resting your head against her chest, you listened quietly as the Erilean rulers discussed politics and trade. You couldn’t help your proud smile as Manon spoke, the sheer authority she exuded. Absentmindedly, you braided her long white hair, admiring her beauty and the soothing timber of her voice as she spoke. 

You’d nearly drifted off to sleep when something bumped against your foot, rousing you from your half-wake state. Looking down, you saw a dog with golden fur and caramel eyes staring up at you. 

“Oh, aren’t you beautiful!” you cooed, jumping to the floor as you petted the pup, giggling as she licked your face. 

“That’s Fleetfoot,” Aelin spoke, a fond smile on her features as she watched the dog lean its head against your shoulder, nudging you in request for more scratches. 

“Fleetfoot, what a sweetheart,” you murmured, letting the dog rest her head in your lap as you continued showing her love. 

“She doesn’t usually take to strangers so quickly,” Rowan noted, Aelin nodding in agreement. 

“It seems like you have a talent for earning affection from... those less inclined to affection,” Fenrys teased, throwing you a wink as Manon glared at him. 

“I’ve had enough of all of you for tonight,” Manon grumbled, standing up from her seat as she reached for your hand. You took hold of hers, leaning into the witch’s side as you bid the others a good night.

“Your friends are so lovely, Manon! We should get a dog,” you noted, practically skipping down the hall back towards your shared bedroom.

“They are not my friends. And we already have Abraxos,” Manon retorted. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you flashed her a playful grin. “Sure, those aren’t your friends,” you said in a sarcastic tone. “I had a wonderful time. Thank you for letting me join you,” you continued, eyes turning soft as you became more serious.

Manon stopped, pulling you to her as her hands threaded in your hair. “Thank you, for being there for me. I love you,” she whispered, leaning down as she began peppering kissed along your jaw, down your neck.

A whimper escaped you, the need to have her alone suddenly the only thing on your mind. Breathlessly, you tugged her away only to pull her along with you down the hall. “Let’s go back to the room and I’ll show you just how much I love you, too.”

[ssaluv-a-lot]

Yearning

Izogie x black!fem!reader

A/N: Just some kissing and mild language warning. I am a Lashana Lynch fiend so enjoy

Izogie had mastered the art of yearning. Long before she became Agojie and even longer before you became the King’s top advisor.

Her yearning started as childhood best friends who lived down the road from each other.

Although your position kept you two close, it was rare that Izogie felt satisfied with your shy waves across the fields and gleaming smiles when she returned from battle stained with blood.

She had to have permission to speak to you now. When just a few years ago, all it took was a call of your name to have a conversation.

“How are you!?” You exclaimed, jumping up from your desk to wrap your arms to her bruised torso.

Izogie suppressed her wince to hug you back just as tight. “I am well. You?”

“Bored.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled away from her form. “All I see is numbers all day. My vision is starting to blur.” You rubbed a hand over your forehead as you took a seat at your wilted chair again.

Izogie followed you in agony at loss of your touch, opting to lean against your mahogany desk instead of embracing you again.

“You need a break.”

“Right. And when the king comes to nag me again, who will be to blame when I am absent?” You suck your teeth and your lips form into a pout.

Izogie can’t fight the smirk that tortures her lips and all she wants to do is kiss the puckered bottom lip until you are blushing and pleading her to stop.

“When is the last time you saw the village?”

“Since I took this job. Izogie, I don’t get to come and go. The King must have me in arms reach all the time.”

The warrior tried not to nurture the red hot jealousy that sparked at the thought of the King wanting to be so close to you all the time. Though she knew his intentions weren’t what she thought, the idea still burned her.

“Come.” Izogie rose and the wood creaked. She held out a hand for you to take and you looked curiously.

“What?”

“Come with me. You may not be able to see the village but you deserve to see the outside of these walls just the same.”

Yearning. She yearned to take you outside of the palace, to give you everything you could imagine, to not have to answer to anyone if you two decided to disappear for a night together.

She wanted all the things she couldn’t have without getting shunned, exiled, and possibly killed.

“Come on!” Izogie urged you on with a shaking hand and a bright smile.

“Alright. Alright.” You giggled, grabbing her waiting hand and bracing your body against her bicep as she stepped out of the office.

“Do you want to see the Agojie?” Izogie peered down at you as your head tilted back and the sun beamed down on you.

Tenderly, you sighed. It had probably been days since you had a chance to purely enjoy the sunshine. A smile crept up the corners of your lips as you leaned into Izogie further, squeezing at her hand with your own.

The warrior ignored the backflipped her heart did at the sight of you. Beautiful brown skin, glowing under the rays of sun as it should be.

“Yes…I want to see everything.” You giggled, already tugging on Izogie’s arm to guide you further.

“Yes?” She chuckled, tempted to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Yes. Let’s go!”

You kept close to your warrior as she took you around the Agojie grounds and let you watch the trainees.

Her eyes never left your sparkling gaze as you watched like a kid in a candy store. Not even when Amenza gave her a raised brow and a smirk when passing.

“You all are so strong.” You marveled, pricking your finger on one of the spears in the weaponry.

Warrior’s muffled chants and swishing of weapons resounded through the compound.

“Mmm. We have to be. Because we are women, people don’t take us seriously until we gut them and gouge their eyes.”

She made a clawing motion of her hands towards your own brown irises. “We must show them that they should be very afraid.”

“Show me.” You picked up a spear, skillfully twirling it around your arm and pointing it at your comrade.

“Eh? No. You have no business with this weapon. Put it down.” Izogie shook her head at you but you refused to budge.

“Izogie, I want you to show me how to use one of these. I am not asking to become Agojie.”

“That is hardly the point. Come. The King will notice your absence by now.” She moved to grab the spear’s handle and pulled it forward.

You, refusing to let go of the weapon, were hurled forward with a yelp at the sudden motion and thrown right into her chest.

Izogie’s arm bracketed your waist, keeping you flush against her as she place the spear back to its place.

“Stubborn woman.” She chuckled down at you, rubbing a hand over your arm. “Must you disobey me?”

“Isn’t that what makes this so fun?” Your voice came out as a whisper as you tried to catch your breath from the impact of falling into her.

Yearning. She’s never wanted to kiss you as badly as she does now. As breathless as you are and right in her arms.

She could. She could just dip her head a little and graze her lips across your forehead, sending a shiver up your spine as you looked up at her.

She could lift your chin with her dagger-like nails just the slightest bit and lock your lips against hers with a satisfied groan.

“Izogie!” Amenza appeared in the doorway and just as fast, you shove Izogie back, breaking the kiss and wiping your lips.

“Amenza?!” Izogie looked about ready to strike the warrior for ruining something she’s needed for years.

“The King is looking for his advisor, hm?” Amenza gestured to you as your eyes blew wide. “Seems she’s wandered away from her duties.”

You swiftly pushed past the slender woman without so much as a goodbye to Izogie, leaving the two warriors in a charged silence as you raced back to your office.

“Don’t say it.” Izogie pointed a finger at Amenza.

“How could you?!”

“Fuck, Amenza! How could I not?! You have no idea the things I feel for her so please!”

Yearning. The one thing she couldn’t afford to do.

[pieroulette]

Hiiiiiiii. Noooooooo my mind is reeling bc of this idea. So imagine taking a nap with Kei in his room when one of the members comes in to ask him something. But since you're sleeping, Kei sushes them and tells them to be quiet as he covers your ears. He also gets embarrassed since you are literally wrapped around him but he is the eldest so he wants to seem cool. So he just answers calmly and shoos them away. Afterwards he looks at you and he is just so in love seeing your sleeping face.

Is there any way you could make this into a one shot? 🥺

CUDDLE RAIN | KOGA YUDAI. &TEAM

warning: nothing but fluff :3 just wanna add some feels of soft rain to add more to the comfy vibes since well it's my fave too.

soft droplets of rain emerged from the thick condensed clouds, preventing the luminous sun from bestowing it's rays upon the busy city.

tender pit patters formed a constant melody on the street and the roof.

a pair of long arms sneakily wrapped itself beneath your neck, the empty spot of the bed deepens down as the person in question tries his best to stay silent as possible despite the small grin and rosy hues dusting off his cheeks.

it was hilarious though—how he had to be the one to stay quiet and careful when it was his own room, his own bed, and his own blanket. all that was now occupied by your small frame, with the puffy blankets covering just below your hips.

with his right arm now beneath your neck, and after a thousand years worth of effort in comfying himself on the bed, resting his head on the pillow and his face a reasonable distance from yours in fear that he could smother your entire being if he pushes himself closer one inch more.

kei's left hand find it's way on your hair, caressing your hair locks tenderly as his infatuated orbs remain glued on your face deep in slumber. pursing his lips in, his orbs wavered as he took notes of your eyelashes fluttering slightly which made him wonder of what kind of dream you were having right now.

you squirmed around at the physical contact, at the hands wrapped around the back of your neck. still heavy in sleep— "k-kei?"

"hm?"

heavy traces of dreams still clouded your mind and you didn't question anything further judging by the way your fingers unconsciously wrapping itself on kei's arms, and your legs on his hips—pulling him into a tight embrace with your face now buried in his chest.

of course, despite experiencing this a hundred times—kei just couldn't get used to it, his cheeks puffing up with the initial rosy hues growing in intense shades. yet he soothes his rampant heart down and indulges himself in this moment with you, with the melody of the rain serving his ears and your comforting grip now on his waist—contented, he lets his eyes flutter a few times more before he doze off to his dreamland as well.

one that he wishes would include you, or even better, one where you two could dream together.

yet a few light knocks pulls his growing slumber to the back of his mind, his eyebrows knitted in a slight frown as he wondered who could be the 'culprit' at this time.

what a great timing, he thought.

yet kei couldn't bear to pull away from your bear hug, and opted to ignore whoever the person behind the door right now.

the low creak of the door had his eyes instantly opening, his doe big brown eyes dilating in pure surprise at the sight of a human with a snuggle tooth before him. it dawned on kei of what kind of position you and him were in right now in front of the boy, and it only does nothing but worsen the already intense rosy hues on his cheeks.

a truly awkward moment for the hyung and his dongsaeng.

mirroring kei's expression, yuma stutters a bit. "hyung, i just want to—get some hoodie—"

gulping down his throat, kei stuttered slightly as well not wanting to ruin his 'eldest hyung' image before the younger boy. he opted to focused on his hands caressing your head to pushed the embarrassment away instead, "shoo, shoo, get one then."

without wasting anything further, yuma hurried to the closet, grabbing a folded hoodie out of the shelf without breaking a sweat and sprints towards the door but before he can do so, kei calls out for him.

"c-close the door." kei clears his throat, not looking at the younger boy's eyes.

"alright, hyung!" yuma nodded giddily before slowly closing the door back, the sound of his footsteps disappearing in the distance finally had kei taking in a huge deep breathe, shaking his head in breathy laughter as he pulls away slightly to get a better look at your face.

his eyes heavily infatuated by you, manifesting its way through the corners of his lips once again as he took this as a chance to push the hair locks covering your face behind your ear, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

even through the entire ordeal, you remained glued on him unaware and he couldn't wait to tease you when you wake up later, but it doesn't matter as he could wait a few hours more if it meant to have you all by himself like this.

just like this.

all his.

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[bau-drabbles]

whispered promises

change is never easy, especially saying goodbye

walking into the main office, your breath was held as you watched your boyfriend hold the books in his hands. his back is turned to you but you know he's not reading anything, the way his shoulders are tense and the way his hair is unruly you figured he's been in here for a while. trying but failing to find a solution to this heartbreaking problem

"spence..." your voice is so soft, so quiet it's already beginning to break his resolve down. against his better judgement, he puts down the files and just simply stares into the window. the sun was setting, casting its rays all around the room. it was beautiful but the sadness creeps in through the cracks, knowing he could never have this moment with you again. he feels his hands shaking and he clenches them into fists to stop the oncoming slaught of tears but they're inevitable.

you're going and taking his heart with you.

"i don't want to say goodbye. maybe if i delay it then this won't happen" he sniffles, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand but the barricade has broken, the tears are endless

"i'm still here baby, i'll always be with you" you gentle place your hand on top of his heart, your own tears tracking down his seeing the amount of pain you're putting this man through unintentionally.

"can't you stay?" he pleads, lacing his fingers with your hands and it breaks you further when you see the glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"i can't, it's not for me to decide baby" you murmured, wiping away his tears with your fingers. and he looks away, hopelessly. the light draining out from him, it was as if the world was laughing in his face. for giving him the sweetest present he could've ever recieved and snatching it away before he had the chance to explore it.

all he could do was to cling on to you, already missing you even though your body was in his arms. your hands stroking his hair, your lips trailing feather light kisses on his head. all he could do was sit and miss you, counting down he seconds where you'd no longer be able to hug nor hold him.

"i... don't forget me, promise me you won't" he whispers into your neck, his hands holding you so close as if he feared you'd simply vanish in his arms like sand. the sun dances across your body, illuminating your skin making it sparkle like a diamond. a tinge of envy for the way it wrapped itself around you and a flood of despair because he would never get to experience how the sun kisses your cheeks and how beautiful you looked in it.

"i won't" you confirm, holding his stubbled face in between your hands. your trace the outline of his beard, his jaw with a finger while you brush away the stray curls from his forehead. his cheeks were tinged pink, his breathing ragged as if it was hard to contain any more emotion. your fingers and eyes memorised every single little detail, burned into your heart so that you would never forget how he looks like.

"i could never forget you spence. you have my heart, you always will" sealing your words with a gentle kiss, you lean on to his chest where he takes you in eagerly. his eyes watered with your true confession and he brings you in his arms, holding your body close as possible to his.

"i love you y/n, i love you so much. i can't even describe it. you're everything i ever could've imagined and more. i don't know how to go back to these cases without you by my side" he whispers against your forehead as he holds you in his arms, tenderly. you grip onto him as though your life source depends on it and it does in a twisted way, because 24 hours from now when you'd be alone in a different country, all you could remember is your lover and how you could never live out your dreams with him.

you could never see him grow old, you both would never share funny and happy memories that would hold a dear place in your heart. you would never wake and sleep every day with him next to you, holding you close whenever you had a bad day. he was your anchor in this brutal sea and now he was snatched away, you were left fending for yourself. alone and vulnerable until he came once more. but he never would.

time was ticking, you should've ideally been in the taxi on the way to the airport departing with all your loved ones. the flight was important, you couldn't afford to miss it nor delay it. yet despite it all, you stay a moment longer, not yet ready to leave the safe haven in his arms. not yet ready to face the unknown alone, not yet ready to leave your heart in the arms of the man whose soul is so deeply intertwined with yours.

how beautifully painful it was to have something that made saying goodbye that much more difficult.

[sakkiichi]

THAT JULY NINTH, THE BEAT OF YOUR HEART.

“And I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day.”

Kaveh x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff, very soft birthday special for the sweet baby.

word count: 900 words.

Golden.

The color that first came to mind when you thought of him.

Bright, warm and exuding beauty and elegance, yet easily dimmed when clouds concealed the sun.

Golden.

The luxurious shade that seemed to cling to everything he touched, painting your darkest grey skies luminous shades of blue.

Golden.

The memory you want to gift him today, as the world dyes in the auburn shades of sundown.

Three knocks on his study’s door are met with the gentle lilt of the architect’s voice when he says: “come in.”

You push open the wooden door, peeking inside the warm lit room. The huge floor to ceiling windows outline the artist in an almost ethereal glowing halo, his form bent over the desk. Pencil in hand, new lines come to life when it glides along the paper, an enchanting mosaic of blacks and whites, sunlight and shadow.

You smile, he always seemed so confident when he was in his element.

“Working hard today too, I see.” You chuckle, leaning against the doorframe.

Your lover rises his gaze from his project, summer beams reflected in those ruby eyes of his.

“Ah, it’s you, my love.” Kaveh smiles, gently placing his pencil by the marked canvas he was working on. Standing up, he makes his way to where you are, strong gentle arms looping around your waist.

“You didn’t plan to spend all day cooped up in here, now, did you?” You tease, bopping his nose.

“I… uh…” Your boyfriend’s cheeks take on a rather peach-like hue, growing watercolors under molten sunsets.

You chuckle, he’s simply adorable.

“Caught you.” You tell him, your lips playfully curving upwards.

At your antics, Kaveh’s shoulders sag, a sigh escaping his lips in defeat.

“Fine… you got me alright.” He admits, bringing a hand to his temple. “But it’s just another day, right? What harm can be done in me just staying here?”

The gold was dimming. You can’t let it to, you can’t let him to.

“Kaveh, today’s not just any day.” You begin, one of your hands taking his, fingers lacing together, as you cradle his cheek with the other. “It’s your day. And the first of your special days we spend together, love.” You utter tenderly, softly caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“I know, but I don’t deserv-“

“Oh shush now.” You place your index on top of your lover’s rosy lips. “I won’t hear it. Today’s special, and I’d be very happy if you could celebrate with me… so, don’t leave me hanging?” You plead, both your hands taking his in your own now.

With gilded rays painting him in tones of summer, he sighs again.

“How am I supposed to say no to that face?” Kaveh smiles, true, even if a little melancholy.

As you gush over and run to hug him, a lovestruck expression draws in the architect’s face. He still doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, and, even if he still thinks you could do better (he knows you’d scold him if you could read his thoughts) he’ll hold tight onto you for as long as he can.

—

The early evening breeze is rose colored when it ruffles through his hair.

Kaveh leans his back against a sturdy tree trunk, his arms around you, steady heartbeat lulling you into a sweet daze as you rest your head on his chest.

Around you, a checkered light blue blanket lays, the wicker basket you used to carry your snacks now empty at your feet. You smile to yourself; your boyfriend was so cute when he blushed as you fed him fruit pies, and even more so when you kissed traces of powdered sugar off his lips.

None of them were as sweet as he is, though.

Overhead, saffron heavens blend into fuchsia, an horizon that seems so faraway and within reach at the same time, contoured in honey.

“Happy birthday, Kaveh.” You utter, turning around in his embrace. Your eyes lock with his, expression determined, the dimming rays of the setting sun at a standstill for a few seconds more. “I hope we get to celebrate every year, from now on, my love.” You breathe, your noses millimeters away.

And for the first time in his life, the light of Kshahrewar takes a chance for himself, his lips connecting with yours as the sky veils in shades not unlike padisarah blooms. His hands that have designed entire palaces create masterpieces over your skin when they hold onto your waist, waves of heated shivers coloring you in his vibrant adoration.

Your hands tangle in the aureate locks of his silky hair, your weight leaning against his torso, as you get lost in the myriad of radiant petals that flutter from Kaveh’s heart to yours with every touch.

Golden. The color you’d choose for him, undoubtedly.

What perhaps you didn’t know is that, to Kaveh, you shined gilded too.

No matter how blazing the sun outside, the famed architect would always find brightest rays to warm his soul when he was by your side.

You pull away, bodies still impossibly close, arms around each other.

Night has settled, except for the both of you, the world still aglow in an eternal sunset.

“I hope so too.” Are Kaveh’s first words after your lips part.

Perhaps for today, the universe had matched the master architect’s skills designing this idyllic moment for him.

Maybe some gold things did stay, after all.

[ggidolsmuts]

Rear Windows - Kep1er Xiaoting, Yujin

"Hey Ting," you call out as you reach the rooftop.

"Oh oppa, come quickly!" she waves you over, her eyes glued to the night sky. "It's going to start soon!"

"What is?"

"The shooting stars!"

Can we even see them here? you ponder to yourself—you were still in the city after all. You join Xiaoting at the table, and she pulls your arm around her, resting her head on your shoulder. You kiss the crown of her fiery red hair.

"Are you cold?"

"Not if you're here with me," you murmur in her ear, hugging her from behind, hands comfortably around her waist. You sigh into her shoulder, and Xiaoting sighs contentedly and leans back, melting in your embrace. The two of you quietly look at the night sky, waiting for the first streaks of starlight.

A few minutes later though, you catch the first rays of manlight—an apartment across from Xiaoting's balcony. Xiaoting perks up at the familiar silhouette.

"Oh, it's Yujin!" She slips one hand out of your hug to wave, and you join her, waving at Yujin to catch her attention. When Yujin waves back, Xiaoting mimes and points a hand upwards to the sky, and Yujin nods—she is there to watch the shooting stars too. Xiaoting tries to wave her over, to get Yujin to join the two of you, but she declines, her hands doing a kissing motion before doing a large “X”, indicating she didn't want to third wheel the two of you. The two of you blush, but Xiaoting cranes her neck up at you, and you take the chance to do exactly what Yujin motioned, leaning down to peck her.

"Yaaaah Yujin's watching!"

Aww that's so cute! Yujin squeals internally, happy for Xiaoting and her boyfriend. She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, puckering her lips and mocking them, and they blush before settling back to looking up at the night sky. Yujin joins them in looking up at the night sky, wishing her boyfriend is here with her too, but alas, he has to work late tonight. After a while she sighs and checks her phone—15 minutes past the supposed time the shooting stars should have appeared. Maybe it’s too bright in the city, maybe she should just turn in.

She starts to turn away, but movement on Xiaoting's balcony causes her to stop. The candlelight is dim, but she can make out the form of the two of them, well, making out. Xiaoting's hand is on his cheek, and her exposed neck is stretching, craning to reach up to kiss him. His hand strokes her face tenderly before moving down to cover her vulnerability. It is not clear at night, but the two of them seem to be moving as one, passionately kissing under the night sky.

"Ting..." You break the kiss and groan. You lean down to kiss Xiaoting again, but you are stopped by her grabbing your hand and resting it on her hips. Not just anywhere on her hips though—you are right at the waistband of her jeans, and they are loose.

"Xiaoting?" you ask quietly, even as your fingers slip between skin and fabric, confirming that she has loosened her jeans. Soon your fingers are between skin and air, her jeans now down to knee-level if anyone else was watching.

"I want it," she whines. This time your fingers are trapped between skin and thinner fabric, and you kiss her hungrily as you press two fingers against her wetness.

"I thought you said Yujin was watching?" you murmur.

"I want it now! B-besides, look, the light's off now, she's probably gone." Xiaoting makes her case, not that you needed any convincing. Gently you part her lips, slowly you rub her walls, and oh so delicately she moans into your kiss, her hips starting to grind against you. The flickers of candlelight splash on the two of you, just like Xiaoting is beginning to do so in your palm—she is wetter than usual, the romantic yet thrilling atmosphere really getting her into the mood.

The hand on your neck is gentle, but that quickly changes as Xiaoting begins pushing her hips against your hand, urging you to push into her, to do more than rub her walls, to fingerfuck her. You curl your fingers, and the empty side of your neck is now marked with dark hickeys as she sucks your neck to muffle her whimpers.

"Just a little more," she gasps, and the hand around your neck pulls you more urgently, her nails starting to dig into you. "Almost, almost, almost!" As you continue to finger Xiaoting her free hand grabs your arm, and with a sharp pull from her your palm grinds against her engorged clit.

With a squeal and a bump that almost knocks the candle over you trigger Xiaoting's wet orgasm, a warm wave of juice leaking around your fingers and on to your palm. With your hand still wrapped around her waist you feel the flex and quake of Xiaoting's abs, twitching in time to her walls trying to suck your fingers deeper into her. Eventually she regains control over her body, and Xiaoting breathes heavily in your embrace.

"Oh, oh, oh..." Her tightly shut eyes open up, looking at you brighter than the stars in the sky. "Thanks babe."

"Of course, shall we go back in?" your voice is laced with lust—you needed to have her soon.

"Not yet! It's your turn." She teases, and deftly she reaches for you, undoing your jeans with surprising speed. And just when you expect her to stroke you off, you are surprised further when she leans back onto you, tiptoeing and trying to find the right connection.

"Xiaoting!" You groan, and both of you are looking up at the stars, head snapped back as her warmth swallows you up. "What are you doing?"

"I-I wanted to do it here... Can we?" You could not say no, not with her cute pout and her tightly wrapped around you. You nod, and you decide to test a theory.

"If you want," you whisper in her ear, making sure she's facing Yujin's window. "Let's make sure Yujin can have a good look?"

"Noooo don't!" Xiaoting whines, but the sudden constriction around your shaft reveals the truth. That's new, you think between waves of pleasure, slowly starting to move in and out of her surreptitiously.

"When did you become so daring darling?"

"No it's just... nnngh!" The night sky is clear, but a lightning bolt shoots straight up her spine as you find the perfect angle for her. "J-just thrilling!"

"I don't think her curtains are all the way closed, do you think she's peeking right now, stealing a look? Do you think she's horny watching you, watching us?"

"Don't say that!" Xiaoting gasps—you're only slowly pumping into her, your movements not noticeable for anyone actually looking, but to the amped up Xiaoting you might as well be railing her right now, the pleasure starting to take control of her body again. She's way tighter than usual, and your head drags all over her sweet spots easily. She looks up at you pleadingly.

"I'm going to cum again!"

"Wait!" You pause, and the whine Xiaoting releases is downright heavenly. You put your body weight on her, leaning over and blowing the candle out, plunging the two of you into darkness. "Only I get to see you cum, not Yujin, not anyone else, now cum for me!"

"B-babe no, wait, mmmph!" Your slow and hard thrusts push her way over the edge, and with your thumb on her clit she has to kiss you to muffle her screams. Xiaoting squirts around you, your thighs suddenly wet and her slick leaking out of your connection. Her legs sag and weaken, and you pressing her against the table is the only thing still keeping Xiaoting standing.

"You look beautiful." You swear Xiaoting is able to glow in the dark as you watch the blush on her cheeks slowly fade. Weakly she smiles and reaches behind, grabbing your back and pulling you towards her.

"Cum in me. Only I get to feel you cum, no one else."

Throwing caution to the wind you make Xiaoting whimper with your quick thrusts, praying that the cloudless night can provide cover. There may have been shooting stars overhead, but you don't care—you are shooting thick, white, scalding stars into Xiaoting, making them burst as you go supernova inside her. Over and over you pulse, spraying stardust into the center of your universe—Xiaoting grabs your arm tightly, squeezing you with every shot of warmth in her. You struggle to stay on your feet, but the two of you are able to keep each other standing, using each other and the table for support. Tiredly Xiaoting turns to look at your, her eyes shining with love.

"Kiss me."

Mwah.

"No!" Yujin gasps when Xiaoting's boyfriend blows out the candle. She was sure they were fucking, right there out in the open. She had seen Xiaoting's eyes shut tightly, mouth wordlessly opening and closing, body seized with pleasure. And then Yujin had seen them both look up, as if to watch the shooting stars, but no, their slow movements were rhythmic and in sync, doing the basest of dances. It was fucking hot to watch, and Yujin couldn't tear her eyes from the couple.

Yet the sudden darkness denied Yujin relief, and she looked at her fingers—they were sticky, connected with multiple strands of slick. She needed something, her own fingers would not be satisfying enough, she needed someone...

You hurry to Yujin's apartment, her message worrying you.

*Hey can you come over?*

*Is something wrong?*

*I need you here, please*

After begging out of work, much to the grumbling of your coworkers, you rush to Yujin's apartment.

"Hey Yujin—whoa!" Yujin flings herself at you, and you are deathly worried for her—she is warm in your arms and her face is red. Her typical happy-to-see-you expression is gone, replaced with one of urgency. You reach out, pressing the back of your hand to her forehead.

"Are you okay? Do you have a fever?"

"N-no! Please, I need you." Her hands are tugging on your clothes, and you hold her still, hugging her and bringing her to the couch.

"Slow down, what do you need me to do? How do you feel?" She retains her hold on your shirt, and the reason why is made very apparent when she whines.

"I need to have sex with you, right now. Touch me!" Yujin pulls your hand between her legs and against her pajamas, and your reaction is immediate.

"Y-you're soaked," you say hoarsely, your throat suddenly dry. "Did you eat something wrong? Were you drugged?!" You follow up in alarm, examining her to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"No silly! I saw Xiaoting and her boyfriend on the balcony, they were watching the shooting stars. A-and then I think he fingered her, she came, and then they were having sex right there, and then he blew out the candle! I... happened to see them," Yujin finishes lamely, despite having outed herself as having watched the entire time.

"So you saw them. And now?" you ask, laying her on the sofa, cushioning her head with your hand.

"I need you honey, please!" You place your hand on her flat belly, and Yujin immediately arches her back, urging your hand to dive below the waistline of her pajamas—good lord she was needy. Her eyes are wild with lust, pleading with you to get down there and do something, anything to her. You slide past her bellybutton, down past her hipline, and her legs are quivering with anticipation. The closer you get to her wetness, no, fountain, the wider she spreads her thighs, only restrained by her pajama pants.

"Is this what you want?" You don't give Yujin a chance to answer, and you plunge two digits into her right away.

"Oh fuck yes..." Your fingers are thicker than hers, and Yujin lets out a guttural groan of relief, orgasming on the spot. After watching Xiaoting and her boyfriend, Yujin's imagination ran wild, wild enough to edge herself just on thought alone, making her filthy fuel leak all over before you plugged her up. And now? Now that that's out of the way, Yujin wanted you to do everything she had imagined to her, starting with your fingers.

"C-come here." Shakily she gets to her feet, leaving the wet puddle she calls her pants behind, and you follow her to the window. You're not sure why she's facing the window with the curtain's drawn, but you rarely see Yujin this hungry, and you were eager to please. "Hold me!" Yujin does your work for you, grabbing your hands and having you wrap your arms around her just the way she wanted it. One of your hands lands right back between her legs, and you get the hint, slowly rubbing her clit as she reaches behind to touch you, running her hands along your body.

"Yes, just like that, just like they did it..."

"Just like they did it? You were watching weren't you?"

"Yes, it was so hot!"

"Think back to it, did he touch her... here?" you ask, moving your hand over her still clothed breast, gently grabbing and squeezing her.

"Mmm yes, just like that."

"And then what happened next?"

"And then she came, I think— Oh, oh yes!" Hurriedly Yujin muffles a loud moan into your arm, seeming to have relived the memories into a quick orgasm. She freezes in pleasure, and a small splash of juice hits the floor before she goes weak in your arms. You were stunned but equally turned on at how easily she came, and you hastily take off your pants while still holding her up.

"What happened next? Do you think they fucked?" Even as you ask her you are already lining yourself up with Yujin.

"I don't—nngh honey! Yes, yes they definitely did!" Yujin realizes the answer midway as her head snaps back in pleasure when you push into her. "They definitely did, go slowly!" After two orgasms Yujin's nerves were burning brighter than any star, so you kiss her passionately, keeping her flames burning, but not enough to incinerate.

"You're so tight carrot..." you murmur in her ear, using your pet name for Yujin. She really is tight, and you moan softly as your head drags over her walls, almost struggling to pull out as she tries her best to suck you in. "I just want to eat you up, what came over you?"

"I don't know, it was just so hot, eat me up baby, I can't take it anymore but I think I'm cumming again!" Yujin's whisper rises into a squeal as you rub circles around her clit. You press down and rub it firmly as you capture her lips, and the tongue you stick into her blocks her loud scream as she climaxes wetly around you, her entire body shuddering in ecstasy. Yujin has a death grip on your arm, but you power through it and her orgasm, continuing to tease her pleasure button while pumping into her.

You pull back a little, Yujin's tongue twisting around yours making it almost unbearable with how close you were.

"Where did he finish?"

"I-I don't know, he blew out the candle, I only saw shapes moving—" But Yujin's imagination and desires paints the entire scene in high resolution for her. "But I think he bent her over and pounded her silly, there's no way he pulls out, there's no way Xiaoting lets him pull out! I want you to do that too honey!"

"Fuck Yujin that's too risky!"

"I need you to do it! I want some honey from my honey, we'll make some cute little bunnies together and— Ah!" With a low moan you pin Yujin against the curtained window, frantically humping her like an animal. Your fingers interlace with hers, and together you threaten to tear holes in the sheer curtain. You plunge into her hot, wet, tight darkness one more time, and thick white honey floods Yujin, the sticky substance coating her walls and then some as you fill her honeypot.

There is no doubt Yujin is well-stocked by the time you finish, her legs quivering as large globs of slick and cum drip out of her, the two of you utterly satiated—you thoroughly enjoyed your carrot, and Yujin thoroughly enjoyed her honey.

Yujin clings on to you like a koala, and with what strength you have you carry her to the shower, getting clean together before tucking into bed next to her.

"Remind me to thank Xiaoting," you mumble into Yujin's hair as she nuzzles your neck.

"Shut up, don't let her know!" You can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.

"Oh, now you're embarrassed about spying on our friends?"

"It's not spying! They were doing it in public, I just happened to be watching!"

"That CLC spy concept really fits you now."

"Whatever, I'm going to sleep!"

"Good night, love you."

"Love you too oppa."

The next morning Yujin pouts as you bid her good bye—you'd have to work extra late today because of her "emergency" yesterday. It was worth it though—both of you woke up sore but refreshed after the good night of sleep. Alone in the apartment she hums and checks her phone, blushing when she sees a message from Xiaoting.

*Unnie did you enjoy the shooting stars?*

*Yes, I did, I hope you two enjoyed it too!*

It is Xiaoting's turn to blush from across the building.

*Yes, we did. But you know unnie... you didn't turn the lights off yesterday before you went to sleep*

*Did I not? I thought I did*

*Oh, maybe I was mistaken, oppa came back earlier than usual? I thought I saw a light*

*Oh right, he came back early yesterday*

*Ah, I see ;)*

*Why?*

*Nothing! Unnie, can you tell me what curtains you use? They look very nice last time I came over*

*Oh, the sheer curtains? Yeah they let light in nicely in the morning, I'll send you a link!*

Still in bed and wonderfully sore, Xiaoting fires off a quick “thanks” before giggling a little to herself. She snuggles into her boyfriend's arms as they wrap around her.

"What did she say?"

"She said she'll send me the link."

"Great, remind me to thank Yujin later."

"Heh shut up!"

Oh, if Yujin only knew why they wanted those curtains.

A/N: This started off just as a BFH for those Xiaoting candlelit photos, then became a lot more. It became a very perverted Hitchcock Rear Window thing, hence the title. I also wanted to write Yujin in those pajamas for the longest time, but that became the Seasons of Love fic instead lol. So yeah, ideas warp and change all the time in my head heh. Also trying something new with two different “you” perspectives. Rather than one OC it is two different OCs in one smut, hope it works. Thanks for reading!

[icycoldninja]

i've been reading your fics revently and really enjoy them! i was wondering if you could write some angsty fluff with dante and/or raiden (separately)?

kinda like they both have nightmares about their past, their s/o comforts them if that's good enough. have a good day! 😊

Thank you, you too! I'm so glad you like my work, cause I'm pretty proud of them myself. Nightmare comfort is one of my favorite things to write about since it's the perfect blend of fluff and angst. I'll start with the Raiden one and post Dante's fic at a later date. Hope you enjoy. 💜

Update: Here is part two of your request. Thanks so much once again. 💜

Safe (Raiden x Reader angst/fluff)

You awoke abruptly, startled by the metallic creaking of Raiden's joints as he tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. "Please...don't..." He mumbled, grasping frantically at nothing. "Please..." He was sobbing now, hot tears flowing down his cheeks as he trembled and grabbed at the sheets, titanium claws ripping right through the fragile linen. "Please...make it stop. I don't want to..." He shuddered, metal muscles tensing with fear. "No...no more..." You rolled over, reaching towards the cyborg in an attempt to comfort him, but your hand was roughly knocked away when Raiden suddenly sat upright, panting heavily. "No!" He screamed, not realizing he was awake. His breathing was ragged and frantic; his body glowed red, a sign he was about to transition into Jack the Ripper--that is, unless you did something soon.

You quickly flicked on the lights, causing Raiden to jump and look about the room fearfully. He was now curled up on the bed, knees to his chest, the sheets having been kicked off during his fitful slumber. "Rai, it's alright." You whispered, edging towards him tentatively. The red glow emanating from beneath his armor hadn't subsided yet, meaning that there was a chance he could become very violent at any moment. "Calm down. Shhhh," You carefully wrapped an arm around him and began rubbing circles in his leaden shoulder. "It's OK, Rai. I'm here." Raiden sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before nodding and unfurling himself from his tense position. "Do you...want to talk about it?" You asked, still rubbing his shoulder. Raiden stared at his knees for a while, tears streaming from his eyes. Eventually, he gathered enough of himself to speak.

"I...I dreamed of when the Patriots captured me...the "modifications" they gave me." He scrunched his eyes shut, tears still dripping from them. "It hurt....so much....I never want to go through that again..." He buried his face in his hands, futilely attempting to hide his choked sobs. "Raiden..." You were at a complete loss. Seeing Raiden, the usually calm, collected, ultra powerful, nearly unstoppable cyborg ninja break down like this hurt your heart. Watching him sob and shiver over an incident that must have been truly traumatic broke your heart and made you want to cry too. "Raiden...I'm so sorry." There was really nothing else you could say. Slowly, tenderly, you reached out and pried his cold, steely hands away from his face, revealing the puffy, red, teary eyes that lay beneath. "Hey, it's gonna be ok." You assured him, running a hand through his hair while the other wiped the tears from his cheeks. "I'm here, and I'm gonna protect you. I promise. You're OK now. The Patriots are gone--you're safe. You'll always be safe when you're with me. I swear it." Raiden sniffed, looking up at you with watery gray eyes; a tiny smile visible on his face. "Thanks, Y/N. Thank you for...for being here." You grinned, playfully mussing up his hair before kissing him on the cheek. "I'm always gonna be here for you, Rai-Rai. I love you." Raiden nodded, obviously feeling better, and wrapped his arms around you, trapping you in a tight hug. "I love you too, Y/N. Now...let's get some sleep." You nodded, wriggling out of his grasp for a brief moment to turn off the lights before rolling back on top of him. "Night Rai." Raiden chuckled, pressing a firm-jawed kiss to your jaw. "Sleep well, sweetheart."

Having successfully calmed Raiden down from his nightmare, you and your beloved drifted off to sleep, content and comfortable, and most of all, safe in each other's arms.

[marshmallowprotection]

How would the Saerans react if they weren’t feeling well and MC gave them a plushie that MC usually holds when they’re sick or in pain?

Ray would feel honored. You're going to share your most important possession with him? He understands the weight of you doing that. It's not easy to share something that brings you comfort, but if you're willing to do that with somebody you love, that means you trust them more than anything to take care of what you love.

It also means you care enough about them to share what you do when you feel blue. 

It isn't the kind of thing he takes lightly. He wants to feel special to you how much is as much as you feel special to him, so even having the chance to hear you say that would make him feel better, much less actually getting to hold your plushie. 

He would tenderly hold it against his heart and stare at you, as tears burned in the corners of his eyes. Words would be beyond him and yet he would try to force himself to say as much as he could to let you know how much it means to him to be somebody who you care about even if he can't always believe it. 

"Are you sure you want to give this to me, my flower? I wouldn't want to keep your favorite possession away from you, even if you told me it was okay to hold on to it... but as long as I'm here with you... I hope its okay to comfort myself this way..."

Suit Saeran, in all likelihood, would've had your plushie if he knew to take it away from you at the start.

That is to say, it would be easy for him to take something away from you that means the world to you to show you that he's not a good person. He wants you to be terrified of him and what better way to do that than to take something from you?

Now, you might have a legitimate fear that he may throw it away or destroy it, but that's not what he would do in the slightest. For some reason, even if he told you he was going to get rid of it, he wouldn't be able to do that. It's the same reason why he can't always follow through on what he says he's going to do. He'll tell you one thing but then he ends up running away before the worst can happen. 

If he managed to get his hands on it, it would stay with him in the security room.

It would sit at his desk and stare at him mockingly. This toy would remind him of you and any reminder of you when he's working brings him to his knees and makes him question everything he thinks he knows about paradise. Staring at it would make him feel guilty for everything he's done to you. This toy is a reminder of the fact that you're an innocent person and he shouldn't be hurting you for being kind to Ray… and him… even if they don’t deserve it. 

Imagine, if you will, that he brings it back with him when he comes to apologize. You know he's afraid of touching you, but with a gentle smile on your face, you tell him to hold tight to your plushie as if you were hugging him, too. It may not be the same, it may not make the pain go away, but for a brief moment, he would understand what it felt like to be loved. 

GE Saeran knows about your comfort plushie because he can remember how you held onto it the night the two of you shared in the cabin.

It clearly makes you feel better, and even if he understands that it's a placebo effect, that doesn't matter. What matters is that it makes you feel better. He never considered that it would be able to do the same thing for him, after all, he's been sick for a very long time and even as he's learning how to build up his strength, it doesn't change the fact that his immune system is still shot.

He has good days and bad days. It's nice to know that you're with him on those days, because even just laying at your side makes the worst bout of nausea go away. 

At least, in theory. For the most part, whenever he has those bad days, the best he can do is drape his head across your lap and pray that it'll feel better soon. If you were to help him lay on his side and place a plushie in his arms, he would stare at it for the longest time before quietly wrapping his arms around it. Words may not come easy to him when he feels sick, but you can tell how relieved he feels when he stares at you through bleary eyes. 

Keep in mind that this is going to make him want to search for his own plushie so he doesn't have to bother yours. It's nice to be able to share but this is your special friend, and maybe he needs to find his own for whenever he feels bad. Because there's always that chance that you both end up sick on the same day, and he wouldn't want to take something away from you like that.

Unless, of course, you suggest holding each other with the plushie in the middle. 

Unknown wouldn't seen no purpose in taking your toy away as long as it didn't get in the way of your work.

He took you on a whim after all so whatever came with you into Paradise will stay with you. Well, you won't be able to keep your cell phone unless he can modify it to make sure you can't contact the outside world but other than that, anything you had on your person isn't something he's going to bother with. There's no point in taking things away from you since you seem so willing to work with him.

It just isn't worth his time to try and incentivize you through fear. He was tortured through fear and as easy as it would be to dangle a toy over your head, it's not worth his time. That doesn't mean he wouldn't do it, but it just means he wouldn't bother doing it at first.

If at some point you focus on your comfort items instead of doing your work, that might change his tune a little bit, but you don't have to worry about anything getting destroyed because of him. 

He isn't the type to accept comfort from anybody, but if you happen to catch him after a particularly bad cleansing, you might just be able to convince him. It's not often he's given so much elixir that he doesn't know what to do with himself since he is more or less immune to most cleansing at the time you join him. But, that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. 

Worst comes to worst, in his delirium and feverish state, he ends up taking what you offered. It won't register until way later that the thing that brought him comfort when he felt at his worst was something he allowed you to keep. He will never admit to it, but it's worth saying that you helped him discover a new texture he likes. 

SE Saeran doesn't understand how a toy can help you feel better but he didn't grow up with anything to comfort him until Saeyoung could bring things home from church.

He's not going to complain when you have a bad day and the only thing that makes you feel better is a stuffed animal. Everybody has their own way of dealing with their problems, yours just happens to be one that he's not accustomed to. It's not that he has any room to talk because he doesn't particularly do anything when he feels bad.

He just shuts down and goes into his room where he can sit in the dark for a while until the dread goes away. 

It doesn't always go away. Seemingly, the feeling is perpetually there and there's nothing he can do about it. The frequency and intensity differ from day to day. But, he's not unwilling to try something different for a change if you are the one to offer the suggestion. You happen to be one of the only people he can trust, and if you tell him he should do something to feel better, he might just do it. 

Honestly, the best way to suggest this to him is to sit next to him and place the plushie between the two of you. He likely won't be able to bring himself to do the same thing that you do, but imagine you both hold the hand of the plushie on either side of you. It's not much but that just might do the trick. Holding something special to you while it's also connected to you feels like a good thing. Even if it's hard to put those words into action. 

[jsehungergamesau]

Against All Odds

CHAPTER 1

Chase can't help the goofy smile that takes up his entire face. 

"What are you smiling at?" Stacy asked with a fond laugh. The early rays of morning sunlight shone through her brown hair, lighting it up into a rich auburn color that matched the oak trees in fall.

"You," Chase replied simply with a soft look in his pale blue eyes, scooting closer to his girlfriend as they lay together in her bed. 

The young woman laughed and pretended to push him away, "You're being incredibly cheesy for how early in the morning it is, Mr. Brody." She let out a squeak when her boyfriend practically engulfed her in a bear hug, trapping her in his arms as he nuzzled into the junction between her neck and shoulder.

"I can't help that you're so incredibly beautiful this early in the morning, Miss. Wells!" Chase teased her before blowing a light raspberry into her skin, making Stacy squeal again. 

She pushed his face away as Chase laughed to himself. He could practically hear her roll her eyes when she said, "Cut it out! You're gonna upset her." 

"I'm still suspicious of how you're so sure that it's gonna be a girl." Chase mused, taking Stacy's hand from his face and tenderly kissing the back of it on top of a freckle.

Stacy scoffed lightly, "I thought you said you wanted a girl."

"I do!" He defends himself, placing a hand over his heart, "And I'd be happy either way! I just.. wonder how you're so certain." 

Her deep brown eyes sparkle, and Chase smiles while listening intently, "My mother has this trick that she learned from Granny when she had me." Stacy gently rolls onto her back and places Chase's hand on her stomach. Chase immediately starts to gently stroke his thumb over her shirt as he listens. "You take a wedding ring- eer or a ring you wear a lot- and tie it to a strand of your hair. You hold it steady over your tummy, and if it swings back and forth, it's a boy, but if it swings in a circle, it's a girl."

"A wedding ring, huh?" Chase grins, catching his girlfriend's hint immediately, but watches as she shrugs with a sad smile on her face as she places her hand over Chase's.

"We used my Granny's ring the first time, and it swung in a circle." Stacy smiles warmly down at their hands, and Chase weaves their fingers together. Stacy's hands were callused but remained soft, whereas Chase's hands had already grown somewhat leathery due to his work of handling an axe and climbing trees nearly every day. But it didn't matter to the two young lovers, they fit together perfectly.

Chase Brody had known and loved Stacy Wells since they were little kids. She was a year older than him, but they naturally gravitated toward each other, spending their free time wandering the streets of District 7 and enjoying each other's company. The peacekeepers kept a pretty tight leash on the people they watched over, but very rarely, the pair managed to slip by them and hide in the outskirts of the forests. On more than one occasion they were caught and Chase took the brunt of the punishment. But when they did manage a clean slip, they followed ancient deer trails to the river and would climb their favorite tree to spend the afternoon in peace. 

But more recently, the two of them have been much more cautious since reality has smacked them in the face.

Stacy was pregnant. 

It was terrifying for her when Stacy first told Chase. She said she was so worried about how he would react and if he would leave her on the spot. But it was immediately clear that Chase was over the moon. He was so excited that he picked Stacy up and spun her around her family's small kitchen before peppering her face with a million kisses. Stacy was so relieved she wanted to cry as Chase turned his brain to making plans for their future together.

Chase would go on and on about how he would build them a house near the outskirts of town where they could see the river- with Stacy gently reminding him that housing was assigned at marriage. He went on to say how he would work and trade to support them both- she already makes her fair share by mending the climbing ropes and helping her mothers in the apothecary, but wasn't upset about the prospect of a combined income. And Chase would very seriously tell her how he would do anything for her and their future child. He swore to protect and take care of them. It warmed Stacy's heart like a soft flame. 

But in the quiet moments, there was an obvious undercurrent of anxiety. Not only were there going to be incredible challenges with raising this child- their child- at such a young age, but in the back of Chase's mind there was another looming fear.

Stacy was already 19, she has aged out of The Reaping. But Chase was 18. This was his last year of having his name in the pool for the Hunger Games. And since he realized his child would be coming one way or another, with or without him, he needed to get extra tesserae for both him and his family, including Stacy. 

He has entered his name 21 times. 7 for his age, and 14 more for the grain and oil rations. He had to do it for his family to get by, but in the back of Chase's mind, he knows the odds were slightly more in his favor. He has the terrible thought that, unfortunately, he has friends with much larger families than him. So they must have more name slips in that glass bubble than he does… Chase always feels a wash of shame whenever the idea crosses his mind. Anybody but me.

Today was Reaping Day, and Chase was content to pretend like it was a rare day off. Just another Sunday with no work and no school. Soaking in the warmth and love of his girlfriend as much as he could. Avoiding the growing anxiety in his chest about the Reaping. It's just one more year. He thought to himself, I've slipped by 7 years already, maybe it will be okay. What's one more year?

Though he dared not say this out loud, instead opting for, "Well, if you didn't use a wedding ring, then how do you know if it was accurate?" 

Stacy scoffed, voice warm but tinged with sadness, "It's not like I have one of my own, Chase…" 

Chase leaned up and tenderly kissed her forehead, "Starlight…" He gently squeezed her hand and reached into his back pants pocket with the other. 

Stacy gasped at the sight of the palm-sized wooden box. It was small but clearly made by Chase himself, his craftsmanship is unmistakable. It was carved with delicate swirls and blueberries, stained a deep brown-caramel color, and embellished with blue ink on the berries. The polish alone must have cost him a fortune, let alone the paint, but when he opened the box Stacy covered her mouth with a hand. 

Inside was a ring. It was somewhat simple, being made of a polished gray metal of some kind, but in the center was set a small yet beautiful chip of golden amber, bracketed by thinner metal swirls to keep it secure. 

Chase smiled sheepishly, "Working with metal isn't my strong suit, but I hope this will do." He forged the ring (and a matching band for himself) out of a heavy broken bolt used for securing climbing gear to the trees. He had to smuggle it out and then asked his father for help at his small forge. It came out somewhat rough but he hoped the intention was there to see.

Chase took much more pride in the wood carvings. His father had shown him the box that he had made for Chase's mother when he decided to marry her. And it was truly inspiring for Chase- burned designs of delicate flowers and detailed acorns. It was a tradition in District 7 to give your love a ring in a box that you created yourself. Chase worked hours into the night trying to sand everything perfectly smooth and ensure the varnish was evenly coated.

When Stacy didn't say anything immediately, Chase took a deep breath and tried again, "I don't know what's going to happen today…" He starts, voice low so only the two of them can hear, "But I know I want this. With you. I-I know I'm not the brightest man in the world, or the quickest with a saw, or talented in anything besides using my hands… But I know that I want to be with you, no matter what might come. When I'm with you it feels… It feels right. Like I'm coming home to something worthwhile." There is a pause, and Chase looks into Stacy's eyes which are brimming with tears. "You mean the world to me, Starlight. You're brave and creative and sharp as a thorn. You inspire me every day to fight for something, to get out of bed every day because there is someone worth loving and protecting." Chase sees tears rolling down her rosy cheeks and his smile wavers just slightly, "So… hah, what do you say, Miss. Wells? Will you be mine? Do you want to marry me, Stacy?"

Stacy barks a wet laugh and Chase can feel his heart sinking. But she nods her head quickly, hand falling away from her mouth to reveal her huge, brilliant smile, "Yes." She replies, tears warbling her voice, "Yes, yes I do." 

A smile breaks across Chase's face like a blinding flare in the night sky. As they both move to hold each other close, Chase kisses her like he needs air as she holds his face in her hands like he is the world.

When the two finally pull away, Chase takes the ring from the box and delicately slides it onto her finger, gently rubbing his thumb over the gem to try and shine it while holding her hand. He gives her the box as well and Stacy takes a moment to admire both gifts and then Chase's face again.

Stacy was about to say something when they froze at the sound of the old clock tower. 9 AM. One hour until the Reaping ceremony. Stacy shakes as anxiety fills her, looking from the window back to Chase before throwing herself into his tight embrace. He quietly tries to calm her while rocking them back and forth. 

Running fingers through her short hair Chase tries to comfort her, "It's okay. It's going to be alright, I promise you, Starlight. I promise it will be okay." He whispered into her hair as he held her head close to his heart. 

"But what if-?" She started but stopped herself. "I can't do this alone, Chase. I can't-"

"You won't." He says more firmly than he believes himself, holding her impossibility closer. "You are not going to be alone, I promise. I promise you won't be alone…" Not again, he thinks to himself.

The two young lovers hold each other tight for a minute more before Chase forces himself to pull himself away. He stands up and quickly puts his work shirt on before leaning down over the bed again, gently brushing hair from Stacy's face and using his thumb to wipe her tear-streaked cheeks.

"Hey, I'll see you later, okay?" He tries to smile, praying his eyes don't show his true fear to her. 

Stacy nods and smiles unevenly, "Okay." She whispers, then Chase kisses her forehead and quietly leaves out the back door, waving to Stacy's mom, Lilly, who gives him a sad smile as he goes. Shrugging on his thick, sap-stained gray flannel, Chase heads towards his home in the Seam to prepare for what's to come.

As soon as he enters the small home, Chase's father looks up from the table. The two men have a silent conversation with just their eyes and subtle gestures in their heads.

Did you ask her?

Yes.

Did she say yes?

Yeah, she did. I'm so happy she did.

I'm happy for you. Go clean up.

Yes, sir.

And just like that Chase went to the small bathroom and used the tub of lukewarm water to scrub himself clean. Picking splinters out of his thick skin and dunking his entire head underwater to wash his hair. He took extra care to trim his close-cropped beard so it was even and tried his best to smooth out the wrinkles of his father's hand-me-down pale orange button-up shirt. Stacy told him that the color made his eyes pop but never really saw the difference himself. Dark brown slacks, polished leather shoes with an unseen hole in the bottom, and clean socks- also with unseen holes. There was a small stain on the collar of his shirt, but there wasn't much either of the men could do about it so Chase just tried to pretend like it didn't exist. 

Like he was pretending the Reaping wasn't going to happen today. Instead, he pretended he was going for a nice walk with Stacy, his fiancée, around the square.

But his delusion barely took root when he heard the half-hour chime and felt his skin grow cold. 

Chase's father came in without a word and helped his son with his hair. A quiet, somber air about them as the larger man carefully brushed and styled back his son's unruly dark blonde hair. It used to be lighter when he was a baby, but it's grown dark as the years have passed. When his father is finished, Chase stands and they look at each other quietly. Chase's father nods, and Chase pulls on his gray flannel and leaves. It was way too hot for it, but he needed the comfort today.

Much sooner than he'd like, Chase was heading to the town square. 

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It's the same proceedings as every year. Get in line for your age, check in with a finger prick and blood sample, stand in a roped-off area for your age bracket, listen to how the rebels are the reason for the games, draw names, and go home. Everyone would celebrate their children not being reaped except for two families. All of the kids stood in the front near the stage while the rest of the district stood behind them to watch. 

It's mandatory to watch. 

Chase remembers how his classmate's older brother tried to skip it a few years back and the peacekeepers dragged him from his house kicking and hollering,  only shutting up when they pointed a gun at him. 

The square was decorated with harvest-colored banners that paled in comparison to the actual trees in the fall. They did look nice Chase supposed. All things considered, anyway. The buildings were normally blank, the Justice building being the only one made entirely of concrete in stark contrast to all of the wooden ones that made up the rest of the town square. Storefronts, mostly. But in the center was the clock tower and city hall. There was talk of the clock being torn down to make way for the Justice building way back in the day, but to everyone's amazement, it stayed erect.

The young man scanned the crowd behind him looking for his love. So many somber faces but Chase couldn't find the one with a birthmark just below her ear and nose dusted with freckles. His attention was quickly drawn back forward to the center stage that sat in front of the mostly unused Justice building.

Chase holds his breath as the national anthem starts to play, his fingers playing with the stray threads at the bottom of his flannel. Just one last time. Someone, anyone besides him had to be picked. There had to be what, five maybe six hundred other slips of paper in that bowl, he would be fine. He’s lasted this long.

One more year then he'd be free from the games.

He watches as the previous victor, a man named Jameson Jackson, drags his shoes back and forth on the stage while leaning heavily on a cane.

Chase remembers that year well, Jameson managed to use traps and hide in the trees until the girl from District 2 shot him down. An arrow to his leg, and an arrow to his throat. The entire district grieved thinking that was it, District 2 would win again. But when the final canon went off, Jameson was still alive. The girl had wandered into one of his traps, making the mistake of not finishing him off right then and there, then falling into a carefully covered pit. At least she broke her neck in a way that she died almost instantly. Jameson lost his voice to the arrow but, miraculously, never seemed to lose that cheery exterior. 

Chase would hear about him buying loaves of bread for the kids whose parents died in the forest while cutting trees down. Giving his coal rations to the parents who needed them most. Hell, he's even heard that he carved wooden toys for the kids who live in the Seam and couldn't afford such frivolous items. Chase still has no idea how someone seemingly so kind could have won the games.

The Capital woman came out wearing a gown even more lavish than last year's. Pink lace draped off of her hips making her look like a cupcake and her body the candle, with her orange and red hair being the flame. Every inch of her was covered in a layer of glitter that was flaking off with every movement. The mayor and the previous victor sit down in their chairs when she reaches the microphone, waiting for this to be over with. To Jameson's credit, he did try to put on a smile. But Chase could see it was strained.

“Happy Hunger Games!” The bubbly woman exclaims into the microphone, her shrill Capitol voice echoing throughout the town square from the old speakers and spotless TV screens. “And may the odds be ever in your favor.” She brightly nods her head and another cascade of golden glitter falls from her hair.

Chase took in one last deep breath as he waited for the names to be called. 

“Why don’t we start with the ladies?” Her heels click as she moves across the stage. Chase watches as her white-gloved hand dips into the bowl plucking a white slip out from the bottom. She moves back to the microphone, opening the slip with minor difficulty thanks to the gloves, prolonging the announcement of someone’s worst nightmare. The square is silent until it is cut through with a crisp reading of a name. “Ivy Cinder.” 

Chase feels his stomach twist as he hears a former classmate of his scream out in agony. As if someone had already killed her. The crowd around her backs away as if she were poison- as if her fate was contagious. 

Peacekeepers in bright white uniforms grab her arms, dragging her to the stage as she tries to thrash out. Chase licks his lips and grabs the ends of his flannel. All things considered, she could do well in the games. Well-built, and good with an axe as far as he knows, she could be a force to be reckoned with. Well, if she wasn’t so kind. Chase knows that poor girl won’t last ten minutes, she couldn’t take a life, and she’d probably step off the platform and save the other tributes the trouble. He remembers her crying over a dead bird once in school. Her choked sobs were heard through the speakers and everyone tried to ignore them.

“Any volunteers?” The Capitol woman says, voice far too enthusiastic. The crowd remains silent, except for a few stray sniffles from her friends and family. “No? Well then, onto the boys!” 

Chase bites his lip as his body freezes like it has every other year since he was twelve years old. He watches as she plucks a name right from the top, fumbling a little while unfolding the slip. The districts don't really practice religion anymore. Believing in a God gave people hope, and that was a very dangerous thing. Still, Chase slipped his metal band onto his finger and prayed. To whom? He had no idea. But it didn't matter. It's obvious he wasn't heard.

“Chase Brody,” she says right into the microphone. His name echoes through the air like the breeze was trying to carry it away into the trees. 

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It’s half quarter before midnight and the moon is half-asleep. Its quiet light tenderly splayed out in the darkest spots. Behind the tallest lamp and two inches above the headboard and on my chest and in between my fingers. The careful moonlight feels like a warm hug. A goodbye that oddly sounds like a hello too. I’ve forgotten how a spine can stretch comfortably when the night eases all the tension away. 28 feels a lot like sprawling out and unbending until pressure points are loosened and you’re completely exposed. I don’t hold onto a lot of people anymore. I still listen to the same old songs and watch the same shows, but I stopped waiting on things and people to catch up to me. I say “I love you” once but show it twice and more. I’m learning to just sit with the painful memories instead of recycling them into lessons. Same with people too. My heart is still soft, but I’m a far cry from 16 years old. My hands are still always searching for warm places to touch, but I’m remembering cold places are touch-starved too. I often miss summer when it’s cold and damp. And miss the chilly air when I’m baked under the Michigan heat. I think about how I used to miss parts of myself in the same way. Perpetually unsatisfied and mystified of what could be.

I spent the last year stretching out all my limbs and unfolding skin that remained hidden for so long. Light-starved and unseen. I want to remember not just the grandest experiences but also the quietest moments. I want to be felt and seen. My 20s have been a lot of drowning out all the noise to hear myself. My voice spreading farther and louder like the glistening sun rays of July. All my light reaching into places and people I’ve met and yet to meet. I want to grow warm, grow full. I want to tuck light and love in all the darkest spots. Inside a dresser and underneath the bed and on my nape and in all my bones.

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do vampires!Sun and Moon have any preference to sleeping arrangements with thrall!Y/N? like sandwich between both of them is excellent, but if they're napping with just one of the boys, what do they like to go for? having Y/N lay on top of them, big/little spoon, etc.?

(and also because I have a favourite, does Eclipse ever rest with his thralls? have a snack close to hand after a snooze?) - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

Ahh, cuddles beloved. Let's gooooooo~

Sun: When it comes to napping or sleeping with y/n, he once again favors positions where he can easily see their face and admire just how cute and at peace they look when they're asleep, or watch the little facial twitches they get when they're dreaming. So positions like 'the royal hug' or the 'honeymoon hug' are at the top of the list. He loves the feeling of y/n clinging to him, with their arm draped over his torso while their leg is draped over his longer ones, and resting their head on his chest to listen to his inner workings whilst he gentle trails his fingers over their back. Bonus points if HE gets to be the over-sized cat and cling to them whilst resting his head on their chest (rays retracted for course) so he can listen to their heartbeat and purr whilst they tenderly rub his head.

Moon: For all of his gremlin tendencies, sometimes Moon is a simple guy. And for him, nothing beats good ol fashioned spooning. Whether it's laying on his side as he wraps y/n up like the world's most secure and protective purring blanket, or them clinging and nuzzling into his back. He prefers to be the big spoon, as it allows him so much more access to y/n for possible teasing and playfulness, but also because he feels more secure having them in his arms. He both adores and enjoys the feeling of just how perfectly their body seems to fit against his, like his missing puzzle piece. However, he will not object to playing the little spoon, so long as they don't object to him taking their leg and wrapping it around his waist, and also holding their hand to ensure that they're not going anywhere.

Eclipse: He is not the type who would deny his thralls physical affection. However, the years have hardened him in the sense that he is almost always unconsciously guarded. In short, the man never sleeps laying down, but in a sitting position. Because he needs to be ready in case... something happens. What? Who knows? But he wants/needs to be ready for it. So cuddles sessions with him typically involve his thralls either resting in his lap, using his legs as a pillow. Or if they're feeling particularly daring, and he is reclined just enough, (like say they caught him reclined in his easy chair) they can use his torso as a place to lay their head while the rest of them rests between his legs. No matter the position, at least one of his hands is going to be busy giving head and back rubs until they're snoozing peacefully.

And yes, pre-nap biting/feeding is a definite norm for all three as it not only satiates their thirst, leaving them feeling relaxed and content, but it leaves you feeling relaxed, if not a little drained (get it? haha) and ready to catch some zzz's as you fall asleep in their embraces.