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grandisknight · 28 days

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sweet macaron | dawnbreaker

summary: On a particular Thursday, Zayne decides to make something he once saw in a dream.

tags: angst, dawnbreaker!zayne, fem!MC mention, she/her pronouns used, hurt/no comfort, dreams, dreams vs. reality + wc: 1.0k | ao3 version here!

notes: vaguely inspired by his anecdote “still in dark” and “eternal attachment” birthday trailer - i needed to get this mild angst out my system in time for zayne’s bday ;; dawnbreaker my poor, poor beloved…

dividers from cafekitsune

Macarons are sweet.

Between carefully crafted pieces of meringue, a thin layer of confectionery fruit, jam or cream completed the dainty desert. Soft yet firm, a well-balanced chew and decadent sugar made for an ideal sweet bite.

Zayne peels off one of the biscuits from an aged baking tray, inspecting with mild interest. It was a delicate thing, with the slightest push of his pinched fingers cracking the already ruined surface between them. Crumbs speckled the air and dusted the countertop, soon tossed aside to be discarded.

Again, he’ll try again.

Tired eyes bored themselves into the tray of dull, gray rounds that were supposed to be tinted a daytime blue. This was his third batch, and he still couldn’t perfect a shade that was just barely out of his reach.

Halfway through the first batch, he wondered what was the point. He hadn’t done anything like this in who knows how long.

And through the second, he nearly scrapped it altogether when the peaks of egg white seemed to harden by his hands.

Cold, cold hands. They harbored his fingers, calloused to the touch and adorned by the sins of his undoings—of killing. Life taken by his hands, frozen by the shards crystallized within them. Piercing into the Abominations that ran amok, that were no longer human. Blackened blades of ice that consumed him and the aimed target, crafted with empty sentiment.

But it was only when a feeling that struck his heart at the precipice of cleaning his stainless bowl that made him reconsider his thrown away efforts thus far. He remembered he had dreamt of it again last night, more vivid that the ones in recent time.

Something very warm. A sound of a laugh filled with wholehearted affection for its recipient. The same one from his dreams, the one who frequently visits especially around this time of year. She had offered him a biscuit, decorated a white blob and details of black forming into a lopsided seal. He felt himself chew thoughtfully and watch her eyes glimmer in anticipation.

How cute, he quietly thought. Or so it seemed to be spoken aloud, seeing how her ears burned a bright red and a shy expression repainted her face. Zayne reassured her that it was a good treat, he liked it as it was.

The callings of his name that fell from the girl's lips were familiar and distant all at once, as if he wasn’t supposed to know.

Wasn’t supposed to hear how the birds sang and sun rose from the warmth of her voice, wasn’t supposed to see the way those eyes crinkled in crescents with a tender adoration.

But he heard it all the same, and it was a sound he's come to cherish, even if it wasn't for him. With such a sweet expression, she chastised him, lighthearted all throughout, about how she gifted him an important blessing. The ghost of frosting kissed the square of his cheek then, and he found himself shaking his head in playful disbelief. His mouth spilled a response then, though speaking from a body that wasn't his own at the same time.

"What an important blessing."

He still remembers the way their hands brushed, fluttering ginko leaves swirled around them with every sway of the breeze. He intimately could trace the pulse of what were his hands calmly clasping over hers, sharing in a heat and gentle caress especially so once their foreheads touched.

In the present, Zayne felt his own hands itch then, empty and tapping against the cold marble of his kitchen counter instead. The solemn reality dissolved the sweet melody that lingered in his mind.

Right. He was alone here.

Turning around, he decided to quietly return a plethora of ingredients to his countertop and robotically whisked together the ingredients.

Maybe for once, he’ll cling onto the things he shouldn’t know and entertain what was otherwise a dull existence. With a fleeting dream at the tips of his fingers, it would push him through what would be his third and final attempted batch.

So here he stood, some time later, harvesting the fruits of his labor. A sweet scent wafted through the kitchen once more. The back of a spoon dipped into a portion of creamy filling and smeared onto the bottom half of a biscuit. No cracks adorned the surface this time when the other half stuck on top, remaining in one, homogenous piece.

His first macaron. The biscuit was on the thinner side, having lost some of its puffed height from a shorter resting period. Not a perfect bakery display piece, but not exactly a failure either. It was fine, he would be the only one eating them after all.

It melted in his mouth with a bite, hints of bitter earl grey and honeyed vanilla seeping into his tastebuds. He stared into the remaining bite, discerning every ridge of the crust and textured chew of the interior.

The macaron was sweet after all. He wondered if the one she made was anything like it.

“Happy birthday,” the man whispered to no one but himself, placing the last piece into his mouth with a soundless bite.

Just for today, he would allow such a warm dream to sugarcoat his cold reality.

He saunters away from the kitchen then, tracing familiar steps of his daily routine. Along the way he carefully handles a potted jasmine, the only other semblance of life he has, and returns it to the window sill once more. The petals were just as wordless as he was, continuing to bloom underneath the return of the sun’s radiant waves.

Maybe one day, the jasmine would be able to experience the warmth of another person. And then he, too, could share in her very warmth that plagues his imagination for days without end. Wouldn't that be a lovely thought?

What was the semblance of a smile thinned out onto his lips, grimacing at the idea of chasing an impossible dream. Zayne turned away from the window, past the kitchen and trailing behind a faint mist of ice. Stepping towards the door, his casted shadows embraced a world without her and left into the abysmal halls.

His birthday was over.

#love and deepspace #zayne #dawnbreaker #zayne dawnbreaker #grandisknight fics #gklnd #lnd #lnd fic #lnds fic #lnds fanfic #lads fic #love and deepspace fic #lnds zayne #lds zayne #lads zayne #l&ds zayne

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lifeofpriya · 15 days

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Can I have 2,3 and 11 from the soft moments for Drapper please 💕

hi anon! i've linked the fics with prompt nos. 3 and 11 here and here! :)

Through the Wins and the Losses

wc: 1.7k

"You're so cute when you're nervous," you couldn't help but giggle as Jack fidgeted with his racket strings.

Jack glanced up with a shy smile. His eyes met yours, a mix of hazel and green, and the way the light hit them, they looked like the leaves of the tree outside your apartment, fluttering in the breeze. You felt your heart flutter in a similar fashion. "Thanks," he murmured, a slight blush creeping up his neck. He was always so humble about his skills, even though he was a rising star in the tennis world.

You leaned in, unable to resist the urge. Pressing your lips to his cheek, you kissed him lightly. It was a habit that had developed over the months of your relationship, a silent expression of your admiration and affection whenever he did something that made you go 'aww'. The smell of his cologne, faint but distinct, filled your senses, bringing with it a rush of comfort and warmth.

Jack's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he tried to focus on his match strategy. "You're going to make me mess up," he playfully complained, but the twinkle in his eye gave away his delight.

The sound of a ball bouncing on the practice court echoed through the air. The sun beat down on the two of you, casting a warm glow over Jack's medium brown hair. You watched him intently, his muscles flexing with each practice swing. You felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach.

Jack served, the ball whooshing through the air like a bullet. It was a perfect ace, and you couldn't hold back your admiration. "You're incredible," you said, your voice filled with awe. You stepped closer and kissed him on the forehead, his skin salty with sweat. He stumbled slightly, the shock of your touch throwing off his balance.

"Hey!" He laughed, swiping at you playfully. "I'm trying to work here."

You grinned, stepping back and holding your hands up in mock surrender. "I can't help it," you said, watching him warm up with a sense of pride. The way his body moved was poetry in motion, a dance of power and grace that never failed to captivate you. The sweat glistening on his forehead reminded you of the countless hours he'd spent honing his craft, pushing his limits until he was one of the best in the world.

As you watched him, you felt your heart swell with affection. It wasn't just his talent that drew you to him; it was his kindness, his humility, and the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention. The gentle curve of his lips, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was happy—those were the moments you cherished the most.

"Jack, let's take a break," you suggested, noticing the beads of sweat rolling down his neck. He nodded, tossing the racket aside. You handed him a water bottle, and he took a long drink, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. The simple act of hydrating was somehow endearing, and you found yourself leaning in for another kiss, this time on the jaw.

Jack coughed, spitting out water in surprise. "You're going to be the death of me," he chuckled, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. But his eyes were sparkling with affection.

You sat down beside him on the bench, feeling the warmth of the sun-soaked wood beneath you. His leg brushed against yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity. "You know I can't resist when you're being all athletic and amazing," you said, nudging him with your elbow.

Jack rolled his eyes good-naturedly, wiping his forehead with a towel. "I'm just doing my job," he said, but the smugness in his tone was unmistakable.

You couldn't help but laugh, your eyes shining with affection. "Your job is to make me swoon," you teased, taking a sip of your own water. The cool liquid was a welcome reprieve from the heat that had been building inside of you, both from the warmth of the sun and the excitement of watching him play.

Jack playfully bumped his shoulder against yours. "Is that all I'm good for?" he joked, his smile widening.

You leaned into him, your hand resting on his leg. "Well, it's definitely a perk," you said, your voice light and teasing. "But I love you for so much more than just your tennis skills."

Jack's eyes searched yours, the playfulness fading into something more profound. He reached over and took your hand, threading his fingers through yours. "I love you too," he murmured, squeezing gently. The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache in the best possible way.

You felt a sudden urge to kiss him properly, not just a peck on the cheek or jaw. You leaned in, closing the distance between you. Your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, filled with all the love and support you had for him. His hand tightened around yours, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away.

Breaking the kiss, you both sat back, smiling at each other. The sound of the tennis balls bouncing on the other courts around you seemed to fade into the background, the world narrowing down to just the two of you at that moment.

Jack's eyes searched yours, and you knew he was thinking the same thing. "You know," he began, his voice low and earnest, "I'd give up tennis in a heartbeat if it meant I could spend more time with you."

Your chest tightened at his words, the warmth of his hand in yours feeling like a lifeline. "You don't have to," you whispered, squeezing his hand in return. "I'm always here, cheering you on from the sidelines."

Jack's thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. "I know," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But sometimes, it feels like I'm missing out on so much."

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You're not," you said firmly. "You're living your dream, and I'm living mine right beside you." You watched as a shadow of doubt passed over his face, and you leaned in to kiss him again, this time more tenderly.

Jack sighed contentedly, leaning into the kiss. When you pulled away, his eyes searched yours, looking for the truth in your words. "You really mean that?"

"Of course," you said, your voice filled with conviction. "Every moment I spend with you is a gift. Whether you're serving aces or just making me breakfast, I'm the luckiest person in the world."

Jack's smile grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling with happiness. He leaned in for another kiss, this one slower and more deliberate. His hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the world around you melted away.

You felt the warmth of his body against yours, his hand firm and reassuring. His kiss was a promise, a silent vow that no matter how hectic his life got, he would always find time for you. It was a promise that you knew he meant with all his heart.

When you finally pulled away, Jack's eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt. You gave him a soft smile, your thumb tracing the outline of his bottom lip. "I'm here for you, through the wins and the losses," you whispered, the words a gentle caress against his skin.

Jack's eyes searched yours for a moment longer before he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. "Thank you," he murmured, the words filled with a weight that went beyond simple gratitude.

You watched as he stood up, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he stretched. The way the fabric clung to his body made your mouth go dry, and you had to force yourself to focus on the conversation at hand. "I just don't want to lose you," he said, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You stood as well, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "You won't," you assured him, placing a hand on his chest. You could feel his heart racing beneath your palm, a testament to his nerves. "We'll figure it out together, okay?"

Jack nodded, his eyes finding yours again. He leaned down and kissed you once more, this time with a tenderness that made your knees feel like jelly. "Okay," he murmured against your lips, the word a warm breath that sent shivers down your spine.

As he pulled away, you felt the weight of his gaze on you, and you knew he was committing every detail of this moment to memory. You couldn't blame him; you were doing the same. The way the sun kissed the edges of his hair, the way his eyes searched yours for reassurance—these were the moments you'd replay in your head when he was on the other side of the world, playing in a match you couldn't attend.

"I should get back to it," Jack said, his voice a little rough from the passion of the kiss. He picked up his racket, the grip feeling a little slick in his hand.

You nodded, knowing that he needed to focus on his training. "I'll be here," you promised, settling back onto the bench to watch him.

Jack took a deep breath, then turned back to the court. His eyes narrowed with determination as he approached the baseline. You could see the muscles in his back tense as he readied himself for the next serve. The rhythmic thwack of the ball against the racket filled the air as he practiced, each hit a little more powerful than the last.

You couldn't help but admire the dedication and passion he had for the sport. It was one of the many things that made you fall for him in the first place. The way he threw himself into everything he did, the way he never gave up—it was inspiring.

As you watched him play, you couldn't help but think about the future. Would his career always come first? Could you handle the constant travel and the pressure of being in the spotlight? You pushed the thoughts aside. You didn't want to spoil the moment with worries. For now, you were just happy to be here, watching the love of your life do what he loved most.

#jack draper #jack draper imagine #jack draper imagines #jack draper fic #jack draper fics #jack draper x reader #tennis imagine #tennis imagines #tennis fic #tennis fics

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telnaga · 2 months

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wrote a little thing about childhood friendships. i want to make drawings for it to make it a tiny visual novel, but u can read it <3

You're together, on the cool concrete, shaded beneath a large two-walled shed that occupies this corner of the outside space. You're in a lonely corner; cool brick against your backs, the gentle sun and open air to your side. A breeze plays. It is a perfect, unexciting day, and here, in the shadows, you feel light, and real.

Cleo feels it, too. And her hands clasp each other as she faces you, without a shred of self consciousness, more with a sense of reserved determination. Her face is open. There are no walls between you.

"I'm a witch," Cleo says.

You believe her. Are witches real? You're not sure, but you believe her. She feels so real in this moment. So earnest. Something, of some nature, lives strong in her, and in a quiet, desperate way, she is sharing a piece of it with you. It's a present, a secret. You have to believe her.

"That's so cool," you say. As a fact, not an exclamation.

"I can do magic," she whispers. Wind brushes your bare arms, bringing with it the laughter of children on the far side of the shed. "It's hard, and not always. But if I think about something hard enough, sometimes it can happen. I can talk with animals. And fly in my sleep."

You dream of flying, too. You only realize this now, in this moment. Memories of gliding, soaring over open fields and the waves of pines that line your hometown; power lines running like rivers beneath you, you flapping and straining to climb higher. The wind on you, beneath you, through you. Power, effort, freedom. You picture yourself, seen from the ground; how anyone would marvel, would be proud! For you to have unlocked and mastered such a skill, the kind that could take you far away from here.

After this moment of spaced out recollection, something sparks, turns, begins to form. You lean in, and tell Cleo, "I can fly, too." Her face, like a sunrise, blooms into an open smile. You are the same. You are the same.

You speak together, in the shade, of magic, flight, wild animals, strange occurrences, the ghosts of lost family. You speak of things you don't understand and the times that you received strange insights into them, like a star falling and landing in your heart, bursting and feeling uniquely indescribable.

You don't touch each other. Raw skin is vulnerability. You live in balance with vulnerability, as children mostly unwanted. You know adults can do whatever they want with the inconvenience of your person; as friends and confidantes, you do not touch, you do not breach the sanctity of security of the body.

But you share, and share touch through beloved objects. You trade little cards, for the art, for the fantastic animals you imagine befriending you, following you even on car rides, dashing across sidewalks and power lines. You hold each others' dolls, and stuffed animals; you tell each other their names, their stories. You tell each other so many stories, of the world and yourselves. Everything you know is a story, and not all of it makes sense; but doesn't that make it better? That's where the magic is; in the gaps between what is charted. The unknown is utterly, arrestingly beautiful.

Two witches, weaving magic about themselves, dancing in the space between. Trying to fly by jumping off playground equipment holding an open umbrella. Always chasing the freedom and power that happens when you sleep.

Summer always ends. You give each other a number, and hug; one mutual touch, a flourish at the end of a passage. The number is on a torn scrap of paper; you set it somewhere. You know where it is. You never call it. What existed was lightning in a bottle; you were put together, reliably, every day, by the forces that be. Now separated by unfathomable distance, and unmovable parents, the relationship is in the realm of magic.

But, like all close witches, you visit in your dreams. You fly to each other over fields, lakes, pines; kicking off trees, working the muscles in your arms, putting your heart and determination into the magic of your freedom. The freedom that you've earned.

And you clasp hands, in the safety of this un-space. And you look out to the clouds, and speak, with great volume, in silence.

#jart

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bisquettesemotionalbaggage · 2 months

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Stars and Swings

synopsis. "Will we always have nights like this?"

cw. fluff/romance

wc. 616 a/n. i thought this was really cute honestly, fangirling the whole time

The soft glow of the setting sun painted a warm picture of their little backyard. Cami, perched on the swing Jose had hung for her, gently swayed back and forth. Her eyes were closed, and a look of pure contentment was on her face. The RN had earned this peaceful evening after a long shift at the hospital.

Jose emerged from the sliding glass door, a tray balanced in his hands. Cami's eyes fluttered open at the clink of glasses. "I brought lemonade," he announced, setting the tray on the small patio table. He handed her a glass, the condensation already beading on its side.

"Thank you, baby," Cami murmured, taking a sip. The tartness hit her tongue just right. Jose always made it perfect.

He settled beside her on the swing, his thigh pressing against hers. Cami leaned into his side, feeling his arm drape over her shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence, the only sound being the distant hum of a lawnmower and the occasional chirp of a bird.

After a few minutes, Jose spoke up, "Hard day?"

Cami nodded, taking another sip of her drink. "The ER was a mess. But I'm just glad to be home with you."

Jose squeezed her shoulder. "I'm glad you're home too."

They lapsed into silence again. This time, Cami broke it. "Jose?"

"Hmm?" He sounded relaxed, maybe a little drowsy.

"Do you think we'll always have nights like this?"

Jose shifted, his fingers playing with the necklace she wore—the engagement ring he'd given her. "I hope so. I want a lifetime of coming home to you, Cami."

Her heart swelled. "I want that too."

Cami tilted her head up to look at Jose, her eyes reflecting the soft hues of the sunset. She reached up and touched his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble. "You're my peace," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of the leaves in the evening breeze.

Jose smiled with a small, tender curve of his lips. "And you're my joy," he replied, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. The warmth of his lips lingered, a comforting presence against her skin.

The sky deepened to shades of pink and purple, casting a magical glow over the yard. Cami felt a sense of contentment wash over her, a quiet happiness that filled her heart. She snuggled closer to Jose, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm beneath her ear.

As they watched the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, Jose spoke again. "Do you remember the first time we sat out here like this?"

Cami nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You had just put up the swing, and we stayed out here for hours, talking about everything and nothing."

"Yeah!" Jose chuckled. "You fell asleep on my shoulder, and I didn't want to move you. My arm was numb for half an hour after we finally went inside."

Cami laughed softly at the memory. "I remember waking up and feeling so embarrassed."

"Why? It was one of the best nights of my life," Jose said, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "Just having you close, knowing you trusted me enough to fall asleep like that... it meant a lot."

Cami's eyes softened, and she reached up to caress his cheek again. "I love you, Jose."

He leaned in, their foreheads touching. "I love you too, Cami. More than words can say."

They sat there, the world around them fading into the background, wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence. The night air grew cooler, but they didn't mind. They had each other, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

thank you for reading, took a long break from doing stuff like this. i hope u enjoyed

#fluff #character x character #one shot #pairing #i need help lmfao #my friends are gonna be flabbergasted #shipping #self ship #fluffy #wholesome #real life #shipping real people LMAOO #engaged #rpf

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enarmor · 1 year

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@scharlakol & @sacaeblade sent:

18. A memory they’d love to change tosses a grenade before you can get me

//sacae wants me dead forreal

//via memories; no longer accepting

Daisies to say 'I love you'

Carnations for an ache

Lilies are a virtue

And Bellflowers mean 'I'll see you when I wake'

Sain breathes deep. Every flower in his arrangement is accounted for, each of their petaled heads touched by the tip of his finger. He's been rummaging through the bouquet for the better half of an hour now, ensuring that every last detail is perfect--is picturesque. This would be the climactic scene at the end of his act. He'd finally roll up his sleeve and allow his lady to see the heart he wears underneath, speaking truly and honestly when he professes his love.

He knows what he is. That he's very rarely taken seriously. But dash your head against a rock enough times, and it may just start to crack; maybe this time she'll understand. Maybe this time she'll see.

He cradles the flowers like they're a newborn, saddling onto his mount with measured motions. Like treading upon a carpet of gossamer, he is careful. Not even the wind can be allowed to misarrange that which he has painstakingly crafted.

He rides.

And as he draws near, she comes into view. She is the very picture of beauty, just as lovely and refined as their first encounter. Her hair is warm and gentle, like a breeze, but her eyes are each wells of insurmountable strength. They are perfect compliments to one another: the sun's first ray on a field of morning frost. Nothing is too cold, and nothing too hot. Everything attains balance and moderation by another of her qualities. And when he sees her move, he finds it difficult to look away. Every motion, every flick of the blade, is deliberate and practiced. She flows faster and more poised than any river: a movement Sain wishes would end up in his arms. To see her dance across and open field and end in his hand, he could die happy. Every effort spared for her would have been made more than worthwhile, such that the remainder of his life's breaths could all be hers to claim. He wants her. He needs her. In the way a sunflower turns to the sky, aching for its one true love.

And right now, she's... Speaking with the others.

And she looks happy.

Sain stops himself. He laughs a little, noticing how easily she does the same. Except, he doesn't think he's ever heard her laugh. Not while he was around, at least. 'It seems there are no decent men among Lycia's knights,' she had once said. And though it failed to reach him then, the realization that he has more than just his own reputation to tarnish takes root. There is Kent, too, and Lord Wallace. And his father, who he fears a slight against more than any other. Is it right for him to be doing this? The Lance sucks in a breath. His gaze falls from Lyndis and the others, and onto his bouquet. It seems... Pathetic. Insufferable. Like it would only earn further scorn against his house and knightly order. "They... Don't deserve that," he mutters, looking back to his liege to see that she has still not noticed him.

"There's still time to go back."

If asked about why he had spoken those words, Sain could not come up with an answer. They sort of just fell out of his mouth, far beyond the reach of his own control. And as they do, his vision grows bleak. The world dons a deeper shade of gray--reflected in his eyes by the loss of focus in their lenses. Nothing seems worthwhile. Not the flowers, not the sappy poem to go along with them--not even his service, in a way. But the shake of his head dispels that last thought. Sain may be able to convince himself that Lyndis will never accept him as her man, but he will always be her knight. He chews on the inside of his cheek. Hands tremble as they reach for his horse's reins, but once they're grabbed, he yanks them back.

The flowers fall from his hands, destroyed in an instant by the trampling of hooves. Daisies are torn, petal from petal, and half-ground into a medicinal sludge. Carnations, with their crimson buds, look like a stain of blood against the side of the road. Lilies lose their virtue, becoming nothing more than a sinner's discarded hope as their purity is dyed brown with dust. And Bellflowers, whose shape had been so pronounced and well-kept, are flattened. Naught remains but tattered heads and splintered stems.

Sain has whipped his mount into a full sprint, making the choice to venture back into town and keep his secret safe in his heart. The arms of a village maiden, though transient, will soothe his hurt feelings for a short while.

"It won't hurt anyone this way. Not me, not them..."

#IC #ASKBOX #SCHARLAKOL #SACAEBLADE #DRABBLE #//timeline-wise this would be sometime during lyn mode #//aka before he could reasonably unlock any support convos #//and would thus influence his decision to NOT have a support chain with lyn #//because deliberately avoiding her is the only possible way i could explain not having one

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mappymapache · 30 days

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Romantic villas in Maldives are ideal for couples seeking an intimate and luxurious escape. These villas often feature secluded settings, private pools, and outdoor bathtubs with stunning views. Special touches such as candlelit dinners on the beach and couples' spa treatments enhance the romantic ambiance. Whether celebrating a honeymoon, anniversary, or simply enjoying quality time together, romantic villas in the Maldives offer an enchanting backdrop for unforgettable moments with your loved one.

Eco-Friendly Villas in Maldives

Eco-friendly villas in Maldives are designed to combine luxury with sustainability. These villas incorporate environmentally conscious practices such as solar energy, water conservation systems, and eco-friendly materials. Guests can enjoy the beauty of the Maldives while supporting efforts to preserve the environment. Many eco-friendly villas also offer educational programs about local conservation initiatives, allowing you to contribute positively to the region's sustainability efforts while enjoying a luxurious stay.

Conclusion

Staying in villas in Maldives offers an unparalleled blend of luxury, privacy, and natural beauty. Each villa is designed to provide an exceptional level of comfort, whether it’s through direct beach access, private pools, or stunning overwater views. The personalized service, world-class amenities, and serene environment ensure that your stay will be memorable and indulgent. Whether you’re seeking a romantic retreat, a family adventure, or a tranquil escape, villas in the Maldives cater to every need and preference. As you immerse yourself in the breathtaking surroundings and enjoy the bespoke experiences, you’ll find that a stay in a Maldives villa is not just a vacation, but a transformative journey into paradise.

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weddingtropics001 · 2 months

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Beach Wedding Wear for Men: Dressing for the Seaside Celebration

As the waves crash against the shore and the warm sun casts a gentle glow over the sand, you find yourself eagerly anticipating the most significant day of your life – your beachside wedding. Amidst the serene backdrop and laid-back ambiance, it's crucial to select an attire that not only reflects the coastal setting but also exudes a sense of refined elegance. Whether you're the groom, a groomsman, or a guest, choosing the right beach wedding wear for men can make all the difference in capturing the essence of this special occasion.

Embracing the Coastal Aesthetic

When it comes to dressing for a beach wedding, the key is to strike a balance between formality and casual comfort. The goal is to create a look that seamlessly blends with the relaxed, seaside atmosphere while still maintaining a polished and stylish appearance.

One of the most versatile and appropriate options for a beach wedding is a lightweight suit or shirt-and-trouser combination. Opt for fabrics that are breathable and moisture-wicking, such as linen, cotton, or a linen-cotton blend. These natural fibers will keep you cool and comfortable, even in the warmest of weather.

Linen: The Quintessential Beach Fabric

Linen is a particularly excellent choice for a beach wedding, as it embodies the laid-back, coastal aesthetic. This natural fiber is renowned for its exceptional breathability, which makes it an ideal option for warm-weather events. Additionally, linen's subtle texture and slight sheen add a touch of casual sophistication to your attire, perfectly complementing the relaxed ambiance of a seaside celebration.

When selecting a linen suit or ensemble, consider embracing lighter, more muted color palettes that evoke the tranquility of the ocean and the warmth of the sun. Soft shades of beige, ivory, or light gray can create a soothing and harmonious contrast against the natural backdrop of the beach. Alternatively, you can experiment with bolder, more vibrant hues, such as crisp white or a subtle blue, to add a touch of summery flair to your look.

Tailoring for a Polished Appearance

Regardless of the fabric or color you choose, the key to pulling off a successful beach wedding look is ensuring a tailored, well-fitted silhouette. Avoid oversized or baggy styles, as they can appear sloppy and detract from the overall polished appearance you're aiming to achieve.

Opt for a slim or straight-leg fit, which will accentuate your frame and create a sleek, modern impression. If possible, consider investing in a custom-made suit or shirt-and-trouser combination, as this will guarantee a perfect fit and allow you to customize the details to your liking. However, if custom-made is not an option, focus on finding a well-fitting, off-the-rack ensemble and have it professionally tailored to your specifications.

Accessorizing with Coastal Flair

To complete your beach wedding attire, thoughtfully selected accessories can elevate your look and further enhance the coastal-chic aesthetic. Consider pairing your suit or ensemble with a crisp, white button-down shirt, which will provide a clean and refreshing contrast to the chosen fabric.

For footwear, opt for lightweight, breathable options that complement the beach setting, such as leather loafers, boat shoes, or even stylish sandals. Avoid heavy, closed-toe dress shoes, as they may feel out of place in the seaside environment.

To add a touch of personal style, consider incorporating nautical-inspired accessories, such as a linen or cotton pocket square in a subtle, complementary hue. A lightweight, unstructured linen or cotton sport coat can also be a versatile addition, offering an extra layer of warmth or protection against any ocean breezes.

Embracing the Casual Elegance

One of the unique charms of dressing for a beach wedding is the ability to strike a balance between formality and casual comfort. Instead of adhering to rigid dress codes, embrace the relaxed atmosphere of the seaside celebration and allow your attire to reflect the laid-back ambiance.

This doesn't mean sacrificing style, however. By carefully selecting well-tailored, breathable fabrics and pairing them with thoughtful accessories, you can create a look that is both polished and appropriate for the beachside setting. The goal is to exude a sense of effortless sophistication that complements the serene surroundings of your wedding day.

Caring for Your Beach Wedding Attire

Regardless of the materials you choose, it's important to consider the special care required for your beach wedding attire. Before the event, be sure to have your ensemble professionally pressed or lightly steamed to remove any creases or wrinkles.

During the celebration, consider carrying a small, portable steamer with you to quickly touch up your attire as needed. Avoid excessive sitting or fidgeting, as this can cause additional wrinkling. Additionally, be mindful of any exposure to sand or saltwater, which can potentially damage delicate fabrics.

Embracing the Coastal Charm

One of the unique charms of dressing for a beach wedding is the ability to embrace the natural characteristics of the fabrics and allow your attire to evolve organically throughout the day. Instead of striving for a perfectly pristine look, let the subtle creases and folds that may develop add to the casual elegance of your ensemble, perfectly complementing the relaxed atmosphere of your seaside celebration.

Conclusion

Dressing for a beach wedding is an opportunity to showcase your personal style while embracing the coastal charm of the setting. By selecting breathable, lightweight fabrics like linen, cotton, or linen-cotton blends, and pairing them with thoughtful accessories, you can create a look that is both polished and appropriate for the seaside celebration.

Whether you're the groom, a groomsman, or a guest, the key is to strike a balance between formality and casual comfort, allowing your attire to reflect the relaxed ambiance of the beachside event. With the right approach, you'll exude a sense of effortless sophistication that will have you feeling confident and at ease as you celebrate this special day.

#beach wedding wear for men

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edeshadesolutions · 8 months

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Where are outdoor roller shutters installed?

In the world of home improvement, outdoor roller shutters have emerged as the unsung heroes, adding a touch of style and functionality to various spaces. But where exactly do these versatile installations find their place in the sun? Let's roll into the world of outdoor roller shutters and explore the diverse settings where they elevate both aesthetics and practicality.

1. Residential Windows: A Stylish Shield

The most common and perhaps the quintessential location for outdoor roller shutters is residential windows. These sleek installations not only provide an additional layer of security but also offer a stylish shield against the elements. Whether you're looking to enhance privacy or regulate the amount of sunlight streaming into your living spaces, outdoor roller shutters prove to be a chic and effective solution.

2. Patios and Decks: Al Fresco Comfort

Imagine enjoying the gentle breeze on your patio or deck without worrying about prying eyes or harsh sun rays. Outdoor roller shutters come to the rescue in these spaces, transforming them into private sanctuaries. With adjustable slats, you have the power to control the level of sunlight, airflow, and privacy, creating an al fresco experience tailored to your preferences.

3. Doors: A Secure Entryway

The entry points of your home deserve an extra layer of security and style. Outdoor roller shutters installed on doors provide just that. Whether it's the front door, sliding patio doors, or even the entrance to your garage, these shutters add a layer of protection while maintaining a sleek and modern aesthetic.

4. Verandas: Shaded Retreats

Verandas are outdoor havens where you can unwind, entertain, or simply soak in the surroundings. Installing outdoor roller shutters in these spaces offers a shaded retreat. With the ability to adjust the slats, you can create the perfect balance between light and shade, allowing you to enjoy your veranda in comfort, regardless of the weather.

5. Commercial Storefronts: Style and Security Blend

Outdoor roller shutters are not confined to residential spaces; they make a grand entrance into the commercial arena as well. Storefronts benefit from the dual functionality of these shutters, combining style with security. When closed, they create a barrier against unauthorized access, and when open, they seamlessly integrate into the design, making for an inviting storefront.

6. Business Windows: Daytime Privacy and Energy Efficiency

For businesses with large windows, outdoor roller shutters offer a practical solution to daytime privacy and energy efficiency. During operating hours, these shutters can be partially closed, allowing for diffused natural light without compromising privacy. When the business closes for the day, fully closing the shutters provides an added layer of security and helps regulate indoor temperatures.

7. Outdoor Kitchens: Weather-Proofing Your Culinary Haven

Outdoor kitchens are becoming increasingly popular, turning backyards into culinary havens. Outdoor roller shutters play a role in weather-proofing these spaces. When not in use, these shutters can be closed to protect your outdoor kitchen equipment and surfaces from the elements, ensuring they remain in top-notch condition for your next backyard barbecue.

8. Pool Areas: A Splash of Privacy

Your pool area is a personal oasis, and outdoor roller shutters contribute to the sense of privacy and control. By installing shutters around the pool perimeter, you can create a secluded retreat where you can enjoy a refreshing swim or bask in the sun without feeling exposed to prying eyes.

9. Security for Vacation Homes: Peace of Mind from Afar

If you're fortunate enough to own a vacation home, outdoor roller shutters offer an added layer of security and peace of mind when you're away. Closing the shutters provides an effective deterrent against intruders, protecting your property while you're enjoying a getaway elsewhere.

10. Street-Facing Rooms: Controlling Light and Noise

For rooms that face busy streets, outdoor roller shutters become an invaluable addition. These shutters not only provide an extra layer of noise reduction but also allow occupants to control the amount of light entering the room. It's a simple yet effective way to enhance the comfort of street-facing spaces.

11. Nurseries and Bedrooms: The Gift of Serenity

Creating a serene and comfortable atmosphere is crucial, especially in nurseries and bedrooms. Outdoor roller shutters aid in this endeavor by blocking out external light and reducing noise, creating an environment conducive to restful sleep for little ones and adults alike.

12. Coastal Homes: Resilience Against the Elements

Coastal homes often face unique challenges, including exposure to saltwater, strong winds, and harsh sunlight. Outdoor roller shutters, typically made from materials resistant to corrosion, provide resilience against these elements. They become a practical and stylish addition for coastal dwellings seeking protection without compromising on aesthetics.

Choosing the Right Outdoor Roller Shutters:

Material Matters: Consider the material of the shutters, choosing options that align with your aesthetic preferences and the environmental conditions of your location.

Operational Mechanism: Outdoor roller shutters come with various operational mechanisms, including manual, electric, or even smart automation. Choose the one that aligns with your convenience and preferences.

Customization Options: Look for customization options, such as adjustable slats, colors, and finishes, to ensure the shutters complement your overall design scheme.

Security Features: If security is a primary concern, opt for outdoor roller shutters with enhanced security features, such as reinforced slats and sturdy locking systems.

Weather Resistance: Especially important for outdoor installations, choose shutters that are weather-resistant and can withstand the specific climate challenges of your location.

In Conclusion: A Tapestry of Style and Practicality

Outdoor roller shutters weave a tapestry of style and practicality, transforming various spaces into private sanctuaries and secure havens. From residential windows to commercial storefronts, these versatile installations add a touch of elegance while enhancing comfort, security, and energy efficiency. So, whether you're looking to create a shaded retreat on your veranda or secure your storefront after hours, outdoor roller shutters stand ready to roll into action, elevating both the aesthetics and functionality of your living spaces.

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ugly-cry-faces · 1 year

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Your Ultimate Getaway at Maldives Beaches Resort

Welcome to the ultimate paradise in the heart of the Indian Ocean - the Maldives Beaches Resort. Nestled amidst pristine turquoise waters, this idyllic tropical haven offers an unforgettable getaway like no other. With its powder-soft white sands, lush palm-fringed surroundings, and a wealth of luxurious amenities, the resort promises a journey into pure bliss and relaxation. Whether you seek to bask in the sun, indulge in water sports adventures, or simply unwind in an oasis of serenity, Maldives Beaches Resort beckons with an unparalleled escape that will leave you with cherished memories to last a lifetime. Get ready to immerse yourself in the epitome of beachfront luxury, where the beauty of nature meets the epitome of comfort and sophistication.

Introducing Maldives Beaches Resort

Nestled amidst the azure waters of the Indian Ocean, Maldives Beaches Resort beckons travellers to a tropical paradise like no other. Upon arrival, guests are greeted with powdery white sands, swaying palm trees, and crystal-clear lagoons, setting the stage for an extraordinary escape. The resort's exquisite design blends harmoniously with the natural surroundings, creating a serene ambiance that instantly transports visitors to a state of relaxation and tranquillity. Each moment spent at this idyllic destination is an invitation to immerse oneself in the beauty of the Maldives, where every vista feels like a postcard-worthy moment.

Your Private Oasis in Paradise

Maldives Beaches Resort offers an array of luxurious beachfront villas, each designed to provide an exclusive and intimate experience of the island's beauty. With direct access to the beach and breathtaking views of the ocean, these villas become private sanctuaries for guests. Elegantly appointed interiors exude a sense of opulence, while outdoor spaces feature private plunge pools and shaded lounging areas, perfect for soaking up the sun in complete seclusion. These idyllic villas present the epitome of island living, where the sounds of the ocean lull guests into a state of pure relaxation.

Thrilling Watersports and Activities

For the adventurous souls seeking excitement, Maldives Beaches Resort offers an array of thrilling watersports and activities. From snorkelling amidst vibrant coral reefs teeming with marine life to embarking on exhilarating jet ski rides over the turquoise waters, every moment is an opportunity for exhilaration. Diving enthusiasts can explore some of the world's most renowned dive sites, while windsurfers and paddle boarders can glide across the gentle waves. The resort's dedicated team of guides and instructors ensures that guests can safely indulge in these unforgettable experiences, creating memories to last a lifetime.

Fine Dining at Maldives Beaches Resort

Culinary enthusiasts will be delighted by the diverse dining options at Maldives Beaches Resort. From elegant beachside dinners under the stars to gourmet cuisine served in lavish settings, the resort's restaurants showcase a range of international and local delicacies. Chefs expertly blend flavours and textures, creating culinary masterpieces that tantalise the taste buds. Guests can savour the freshest seafood, indulge in delectable desserts, and pair their meals with fine wines from around the world. Dining at Maldives Beaches Resort is an epicurean journey that satisfies the senses and leaves guests craving more.

Wellness Retreats in Serene Surroundings

For those seeking relaxation and rejuvenation, Maldives Beaches Resort offers a range of wellness retreats set in serene and tranquil surroundings. From soothing spa treatments that indulge the senses to yoga sessions that promote inner harmony, guests can embark on a transformative wellness journey. The resort's experienced therapists and practitioners ensure that every aspect of the retreat is tailored to individual needs, promoting a sense of balance and inner peace. As the gentle ocean breeze and melodious waves provide a natural soundtrack, guests can escape from the stresses of everyday life and embrace a newfound sense of well-being.

Exploring the Island's Treasures

Maldives Beaches Resort presents an opportunity to explore the natural beauty of the Maldives in all its glory. Guided excursions take guests to discover the wonders of nearby islands, where they can experience local culture, visit traditional fishing villages, and interact with friendly locals. The resort's location near some of the region's most renowned dive sites offers unparalleled opportunities to encounter vibrant marine life and pristine coral reefs. From sunset cruises to dolphin-watching excursions, every adventure is a chance to witness the Maldives' enchanting allure and create cherished memories.

Personalized Service and Memorable Experiences

At Maldives Beaches Resort, personalised service is at the heart of every guest's experience, ensuring that each moment of their stay is truly unforgettable. From warm and genuine greetings upon arrival to attentive assistance throughout their stay, the resort's dedicated staff goes above and beyond to cater to every need. Whether it's arranging a romantic beachside dinner for two, curating a bespoke wellness retreat, or organising exciting excursions, the team ensures that every guest's preferences and desires are met with utmost care and attention. A stay at Maldives Beaches Resort is not just a vacation; it's an immersive and tailored experience that creates cherished memories for a lifetime.

Conclusion

In conclusion, a getaway to Maldives Beaches Resort promises to be an unforgettable experience of blissful tranquillity and luxurious indulgence. With its idyllic setting of sun-kissed beaches, crystal-clear waters, and lush tropical landscapes, this resort offers the epitome of island living. Guests are immersed in a haven of serenity, surrounded by the beauty of nature, and pampered with top-notch amenities and personalised service. Whether seeking adventure through thrilling watersports or seeking relaxation in beachfront villas, Maldives Beaches Resort caters to diverse interests and preferences. Culinary delights await at its fine dining establishments, and wellness retreats offer rejuvenation for the mind, body, and soul. From the moment guests step foot on this paradise on Earth, they embark on an extraordinary journey of unparalleled experiences and cherished memories that will linger in their hearts for a lifetime.

#Maldives Beaches Resort

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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As One

AN | Did someone say soft Bucky hours? No? Well, too bad 😌 Inspired by these gifs above and a request from @amarelomaduro, we have fluff! Set in the world with post TWS!Bucky where everyone is alive and well at the compound.

Summary | It’s a nice day out, so you take advantage of the beautiful spring weather along with Bucky.

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.3k

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

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You liked having him there. Here. In the space you lived and worked in every day. Even if other people were still unsure about him. You weren’t. You knew that despite all that he was, he was also just another person - broken and flawed, but undeniably human. He’d never treated you with anything less than respect and trust - kindness. You’d returned the same, never rushing from the room when he entered, never flinching away when he moved a particular way or handed you something, never ignoring him or being rude.

He liked that about you - he liked a lot about you - but those were just a few things that had drawn him in your presence. You were the calm whereas he was the chaos and it became an ebb and flow of balance. He’d asked before, during a quiet night when it was just the two of you sitting in the kitchen why you’d never been afraid of him.

Why would I be?

Your simple response was enough to make his heart constrict, a pleasant, warm sensation that spread throughout his limbs. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this; shy and nervous like a boy rather than a man that had seen too much, been through too much. He wasn’t even sure how to properly respond - if words were even sufficient - instead his cheeks splotched with pink as he nodded, taking a bite of the sugary late night cereal you were snacking on.

You’d warmed him up that first winter, kept him safe from the cruel realities of the outside world and harsh people that frequented his daily life. In time he learned that things would be okay - he would be okay - and others learned that he was more than a ghost, or rumor, or reputation.

He was James Buchanan Barnes. Not a perfect person, but a good man. A man that was trying.

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Spring was beautiful; the promise of fresh blooms and new life brought a sense of peace to your heart. The allergies were far from your favorite, but like many things, you didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Bucky had taken it upon himself to make sure you always had some form of medicine with you, among a multitude of things he did for you.

The magnolia trees were beautiful right now; new, gentle blooms laced the branches and littered the ground of the secluded little grove. You’d found this place by chance on one of the days you had forced Bucky out of the compound and into the world with you. It had been hard for him to subject himself to such things, but knowing you were by his side made outings tolerable…wonderful even. It came to the point where he was even asking you to go places.

And this had become your sanctuary, the place you’d always go to when you needed to get away from it all.

You were laying on your back, eyes closed underneath the shade of one of the beautiful trees, letting the sun warm your face. You’d attempted to read but your book had been quickly cast aside when once you were won over by the soft, perfumed breeze and lull that the afternoon had presented. Instead, you were there half asleep and relishing in the beautiful golden light.

“I thought I might find you here,” you’d recognized it was him before he’d even spoken his first word. The sound of footsteps - quiet and gentle from years of training - had reached your ears long before anything else.

“I suppose I’m not very sly, am I?” you grinned without even opening an eye. A few beats of pleasant silence passed before you patted the soft grass next to you, encouraging him to lie down next to you. You could almost feel the smile radiating off of him as you felt the heat from his warm body, “‘m glad you came.”

“Really?” you rolled on your side ever so slightly as you opened your eyes to watch him. Bright blue ones were looking back at you with a gentle, curious expression.

“Really,” you insisted quietly, “I do happen to like you, you know.”

He made a small sound, a hum of content, as you decided that instead of closing your eyes again, you’d watch him instead. He was a prettier sight right now, you quickly decided.

The two of you laid in silence for some time, listening to the wind in the willows and the trees, the soft chirp of birds and insects and animals, and the distant bustle of the city. Only when you couldn’t hold back any longer did you reach for his hand to take it gently into your own. When you’d first touched him, he would flinch out of your touch.

Now? Well now he practically yearned for it, craved it even when you were long gone and away.

The brilliant silver glinted in the sunlight, making it much warmer than your skin. But you liked that, you liked the feeling of his hand in yours. You knew it was a sensitive, sore subject with him, but the fact that he allowed you to have him so open and vulnerable was precious.

You traced the tips of your fingers gently along his forearms and wrist before tracing over his palm. He watched you with rapt attention, inhaling sharply when you stopped. You pulled his hand closer to you, touching each finger before bringing his palm to your cheek. Despite the metal, he felt so normal and real that you practically melted into him.

Bucky stroked your cheek with his thumb, relishing in how soft and delicate you felt. There were times when he still felt like he didn’t deserve to even be near someone so gentle, so pure and innocent compared to all the blood that had marred his hands. Before he could take his hand away, you brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, followed by the most saccharine whisper of his name.

You laced your fingers through his, holding tightly onto his hand as you just held onto him. It wasn’t anything spectacular but it was intimate and sacred. There were few people he’d ever let get those close, few people that his heart knew he could trust, but you had single handedly managed to knock his walls down.

Despite his nerves and worry that somehow he would disappoint you, he loved the way your hand felt in his, how the two of you meshed into one. Your breathing syncopated with his, he could practically hear your heart beating in time with his. Two as one - you and him. That was something he loved beyond words, beyond measure. He didn’t know when he’d be able to bring himself to say those words to you, but then again, you didn’t need him to. He poured every ounce of his being into showing you exactly how he felt. If he was never ready to say it, that would have been okay too. You knew…you’d always know.

“It’s nice out,” you said after some time, never letting your fingers leave his, “this is nice.”

“Yes,” his voice, shy and small, practically cracked on the word as he looked over at you. You’d gone back to letting yourself fall into a sleepy lull with closed eyes. Bucky’s eyes had barely left you as he attempted to study and memorize every last detail of your face, “I like this.”

“Me too, James,” it was a promise followed by a gentle squeeze, “I’ll always like this.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x you #sebastian x reader #soft hourrrsss #marvel

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toloveawarlord · 2 years

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♥ Pairing: Yves Kloss x fem!Reader

♥ Event: Ikepri Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange

♥ Giftee: @bespectacledbun

♥ wc: 1k

♥ a.n: Pure summer fluff with the fifth prince! I hope you enjoy this little slice of bliss, Naga! I had a fun time writing this!

"Do you plan to sleep all day?"

Yves had returned from his urgent business swiftly, only to find that you still hadn't gotten yourself out of his bed. He grabbed the covers and yanked them off your body. "Get up this instant!"

You groaned at his loud voice, exhausted from the previous night's activities. "Please, just let me sleep in a little longer." You curled up, gathering as much warmth as you could. The bed was too comfy, impossible to part from its cushy clutches.

"Absolutely not. I planned a perfect date, and I will not let you sleep through half of it!" He'd even taken the liberty of picking out a summer dress for you to wear, shoes that matched and were stylish yet comfortable for the trip out. Honestly, he'd done all the work. All you had to contribute was being conscious.

"A date?"

This was the first you'd heard of it. You recalled him mentioning needing some of your time today, but he'd brushed it off so lightly that you assumed it to be assisting cleaning the office or something.

Yves straightened at your tone, a hint of pink on his cheeks. "Well, yes. That is what I said, isn't it?" He hadn't outright said those words, but you should have understood him better! "Unless you don't wish to spend the day away from the castle, just the two of us."

"No! Of course, I want to go!" The adrenaline woke you out of the haze you'd been in. Both of you were incredibly busy, so a chance to go out without an agenda of work... "I can be ready in five minutes-"

At least, you could have been. Yves, however, spent an hour on your hair. Brushing, prepping, styling. He wouldn't sacrifice a single second to rush. You had to admit that he always managed to choose a style that complimented you.

Finally, after he approved of everything, the two of you set off from the castle. The forest surrounded you for a quite a while, birds chirping pretty melodies, and the occasional small critter scampering away as you continued onward.

Until the forest opened up into a wide, long field of sunflowers, all reaching for the warm sun above. It stretched out to the base of a hill where a single, large oak tree sat atop as those the king of the forest, itself.

Yves had brought a basket packed full of tiny sandwiches and far too many desserts for two people. The view from the top of the hill was spectacular, magical, like something out of a fairy tale.

"Here, try this one."

You giggled as you opened your mouth to let Yves feed you another fork full of a new cheesecake he'd made. The picnic cloth was covered with miniature versions of various desserts. A gentle breeze swept through the field below, racing up the blades of the grass of the hill to where the two of you enjoyed the warmth of the summer day beneath a large oak tree, who's shade made the sweltering heat bearable.

"Why are you laughing? This is serious!" Yves chastised, turning his head away in a huff, but he licked the remnants of the cheesecake off the fork gracefully while pouting. He wanted an honest opinion, so who better to ask than you, one who couldn't hide your reactions.

You enjoyed the bite for a moment longer before answering. "You've nothing to worry about. All of them are delicious, Yves. I honestly loved them." Delectable treats. Some flavors you hadn't heard of before. "Passion fruit? Which one was that?"

His mood lifted swiftly, reaching for the passion fruit cheesecake to swipe another fork full for you. "This one. I quite enjoy it, as well. It was imported through Benitoite. The fruit itself is very tart." He had experimented with it in various ways before finding that it suited a cheesecake well. "The sweetness of the cream cheese balances out the raw tartness."

"This would be perfect for someone who doesn't like how sweet cheesecake can be but wants to enjoy it nonetheless." You adored how passionate he was about his baking. A surprising trait in a prince, mostly because you couldn't fathom how he found the time to spare honing this skill between all his other work. It was inspiring, really.

"Yes, exactly my thoughts!"

The conversation drifted to each dish, tasting each one again until you were both incredibly full. Yves packed away the leftovers, moving the basket away to remove the barrier between the two of you. Laying back against the soft cloth, you watched the sunlight gleam off the leaves fluttering on the limbs.

It wasn't often that Yves had the time to spend away from the castle. You either. Work never stopped for royals. Once one problem was solved, three more arose. One festival ended and the preparations were beginning for another.

Yves laced his fingers with yours, simply enjoying being with you, alone. No brothers barging in and interrupting, trying to steal you away from him. It was quite annoying to deal with them each day. This was incredibly relaxing. His eyes cracked open when your warmth left him. "Who said you could get up?"

"I was going to go pick some flowers." You stood, but he hadn't released your hand, nor had he budged a single inch from the spot he occupied on the cloth.

"Absolutely not. I won't allow it," Yves said, easily knocking you off balance with a gently tug, bringing you back down to him. His arm snaked around your waist, flipping you onto your back, beneath him. "The flower can't have you right now."

You gazed up into crystal blue pools as his lips found yours, capturing them in a gentle kiss. The taste of the passion fruit cheesecake on his tongue.

"I want you to stay with me." He'd made the error of not being forthcoming with his intent of bringing you out on a date, a mistake he wasn't going to make now. No matter how much his cheeks burned as he said it. His heart needed you to hear him.

You reached up to brush your hand through soft, blond locks of hair. "Always. I'll always stay with you-"

He stole another kiss, deeper this time. Yves wasn't skilled in speaking exactly what he wanted to say. It mostly came out all wrong. But his lips etched onto you what his voice couldn't, the love that he held for you.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri yves #yves kloss #a cute tsun #ikemen prince gift exchange #ikepri exchange

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dreams-of-yunho · 3 years

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summer strawberries

yunho x y/n

rating: m

genre: smut with a dash of fluff

wc: 2.4k

warnings: steamy shower sex!!!! oral (f r), kinda hand job idk if it counts, light praising, mentions of melted ice cream :o

summary: the hot summer sun is horribly unforgiving. and what's better on a hot summer day but a cool shower? or, even better, a cool shower with mr. jeong yunho? <3

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It was hot. Unberably, ridiculously, stupid, dumb hot. The kind of heat where nail polish becomes sticky and ink won’t dry. Brain melting hot. At least there was a breeze; wind riffled through leaves causing storms of maple tree seeds to fall to the sun torchered ground. Birds cried harshly as winds jostled their homes. Small creatures kept to the shadows: rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks skirting the sickening heat. Delicate and dainty flower petals wilted tragically.

And what were you to do? It was too miserable to even lift a finger. You were surprised your body was still functioning, believing your heart should burst and your blood boil. Simply miserably miserable you positioned yourself upon the sofa in the living room, the shades drawn so as to not let the fires of hell enter the home. If it weren’t for his promise of ice cream in the next ten minutes, you would have removed all the food from the freezer and shut yourself in, even if it meant asphyxiation, you could not have cared less at this point. If the universe wanted you to melt so badly, why didn’t it just get it over with, the sadist?

Eleven minutes, you thought to yourself, if he takes eleven minutes, we’re through. The prospect of ice cream was not taken lightly in your family. Ice cream was a happy escape for you. A brief moment of release from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. In reality, it wasn’t that great a deal but, today, as the sea of flames spilled through the glass window panes, ice cream was life or death and you would kill for it. You would kill anyone.

As minute ten neared and beads of sweat ran down your back, the door opened and in walked your Knight in Shining Armour, Jeong Yunho.

You watched Yunho as he stood, pantting, in the entryway. You knew the heat was real because of the way he was dressed; he wore a simple white tank top and camouflage cargo shorts. His lightly curled, night black hair was concealed by a ballcap. He removed his sandals and walked towards the living room, barefeet softly padding across the hardwood.

“Okay,” he started. You stared up at him from your place on the couch as he stood in front of you. His cheeks were flushed and his face glistened with a sheen of sweat. “We have choices:” a drop of clear liquid emerged from his hat-covered hairline and dripped to his eyebrow. “Chocolate crunch,” he pulled an ice cream bar from his left hip pocket. “Strawberry and orange cream,” he held two bars previously in his right hip pocket. “And,” he pulled a final bar from his bottom left pocket, “brown sugar boba.”

You carefully observed the selections he held before you. You would take anything frozen, even black cherry walnut.

“But, the thing is,” his tone dropped. “They’re melted.” He shook the bags and you could hear liquid sloshing around.

A quiet rage filled your chest, burning through your lungs. “Yunho!” He lowered his head and dropped his shoulders. “Why did you put them in your pockets?”

“I thought it would protect them from the sun but, I think it acted as a sort of convection oven and escalated the melting process… don’t be mad at me.” He looked down at you through large, heart crushing, puppy dog eyes.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” you whined, destroyed by the lack of immediate ice cream. “We can put them in the fridge I guess. But, that’ll take forever, ugh.” You slowly dragged your hands across your face, collecting far more sweat than you could have imagined. “Ew,” you cringed, looking at your silken hands. “I guess I can shower while they’re in the freezer.”

“Wait,” Yunho called from the kitchen. “I need to shower first; I am drenched.”

“No, me first.”

“You’re not even off the couch,” he shut the freezer door. “How are you going to beat me to the bathroom?” A cocky smile spread on his rose petal lips.

“I’ll beat you.” You made an attempt to stand but your legs felt like jello-twigs and they collapsed under you. “Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll drown in my own sweat. Tell me you love me before it’s too late.”

It was impossible but you could hear him smiling from where he stood.

“y/n, my love,” his footsteps neared. “There is room for more than one in the shower.” Yunho extended a hand.

“Carry me.”

“Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate. “Fine.”

His actions were swift; strong hands reached under your legs and back, pulling you off the couch and to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was sweaty but you didn’t mind.

Your feet met the cold, stone floor as he set you down in the bathroom. He moved to turn on the shower and you faced the mirror. Your hair was terribly frizzy (on account of the humidity) and fell this way and that, sticking to your damp forehead. Your face was puffy and your cheeks awfully rosy. You wore, it could barely be called, a tank top and no bra.

“Yunho,” you called gently. “I don’t think I want to do anything. I don’t feel very sexy right now.” You watched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hot breath stuck to your skin. “You’re hotter than this weather, darling.”

You laughed. “Cheesy.”

“Yet, completely true.” he set his chin on the top of your head and looked at you through the mirror. “Just a shower,” he promised. “Nothing more.”

Chilly water met your shoulders sending a shiver up your spine. But it felt nice. Water trickled over your face, down your neck and back, dragging the sweat and hardships of that day down the drain. Delicately scented, strawberry soap bubbled as you lathered it over your collar bones. “Let me get your back,” he said. Strong hands met your shoulder blades; massaging with his fingertips. Hands worked down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling back to rub the soap into your lower back.

“Mhm,” you moaned out as his fingers worked through the knots and tension.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his hands ghosted lower.

“Hey,” you turned to face him. “You said just a shower.” He stood in front of you: tall and broad; godlike. The water was cold yet, blue veins pressed against the skin of his arms and hands. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating the perfect bone structure of his face.

“Don’t you want a relaxing shower?”

You eyed his lush lips which were slightly parted in a gentle smile. Your gaze traveled his strong features and came to rest on his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; the eyes you fell for. The eyes that could never hide his feelings; eyes that told everything. There were little droplets of water caught on his eyelashes and he blinked them away.

You felt the urge to kiss him; setting your hands on either cheeks. You stood high on your tippy toes but he was still out of reach and was unwilling to help. “Yunho,” you gripped his face tighter. “Come here. I want to kiss you-”

He put a finger to your lips. “Just. a. Shower.”

“One kiss,” you whispered over the stream of the shower.

“One kiss,” he agreed.

You closed your eyes, waiting, expecting his lips upon yours. Instead, you felt his hands graze down your sides and hips, resting on the tops of your thighs. You opened your eyes to see Yunho drag the tip of his nose down your stomach. His warm breath hovered just in front of your sex. “Yunho, that’s not what I meant.” You put your hands on his chin, trying to pull his lips back to yours.

He only gripped your thighs harder. “You asked for a kiss,” he breathed. “I’m going to give you a kiss, my love.”

Every hair stood on end as his nose ran over your clit. He tilted his head back to lick a wet stripe against your sensitive nerves. You whined as his tongue landed directly on it, circling again and again. You could only whine as his lips enclosed you and your legs became wobbly.

“Y-yunho,” you moaned as he sucked. “I’m going to fall.” You tried to balance yourself against the wall and he wrapped his arms around your back, trying to stabilize you as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly. “Ah,” you could feel that familiar knot twist in your stomach as he began to kiss you harder. And, when that knot was at the verge of snapping, he removed his lips with a wet smack.

He groaned as he stood and met your eyes, watching you as you breathed haggardly, mouth gaping. A hand fell to your shoulder, moving a wet strand of hair back. “I’m a good kisser, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Yeah,” he hummed, running his hands up and down your back. “Would you like to kiss again?”

“Ha,” you scoffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. It was heavenly as your bodies collided; your hands tugging at his silky hair, tits against his abs, his nails pressing crescent moons into your hips.

You pulled back to catch your breath, still winded from him eating you out. “God,” you ran a thumb over his cheek. “You are a good kisser.”

You thought he would come right then and there, the look he gave you was steeped in passion and lust. His hand met your ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he moved to press your back against the cold tile wall. He winced as his hard on pressed against your lower stomach.

You loved that look. You wanted to see it again; to know you made him feel good.

Your hand snaked between your bodies as you began to pepper light kisses across his collar bones. He gasped as you grabbed his dick in your hand. You felt his Adam's apple bob as your lips moved to his neck. You squeezed him a little harder and his head fell back with a moan, giving you more beautiful canvas.

Warm fingers met your clit and you dropped your head to his neck, already sensitive from his mouth. “You’re so wet,” he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds, each movement causing you to moan against his chest.

“We-we’re in the shower,” you managed.

A deep laugh vibrated through his chest and his dick twitched in your hand. “I guess you’re right.” He pulled at your other leg. “Come here.”

“Yunho,” you raised your head. “If you slip and drop me,” you warned as effectively as you could with his fingers working you so wonderfully.

“I would never let you fall,” his strong arms pulled you close. “Jump.”

You managed to jump the best you could and one of Yunho’s hands was there to meet you. “Good job, baby,” he lowered you down his body a little.

You could feel him lining up, his tip pushing at your entrance. His eyes fell to yours, watching your face as he lowered you slowly onto him. You groaned as he moved deeper into you, parting you. “Is it okay,” a hand rubbed your back lovingly.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You can keep going.”

He smiled slightly and loosening his grip on your back one last time, bottomed out with a moan.

You tugged at his hair as you adjusted to his immense size.

“Okay?” He kissed your cheeks.

“Yes, just give me a sec.” You moved your hips up and down, desperate for the pain to subside.

“Jesus,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “A warning next time.”

You clenched around him in response.

“Cheeky,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Move.”

“Okay,” he smiled down at you. He captured your moans in a kiss as he thrusted into you.

He was gentle with you, as he always was. He carefully watched you, making sure everything felt good, that he made you feel good. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “You’re so pretty.”

You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to quicken and you couldn’t help but clench as his veins dragged against your walls.

“If you keep doing that,” he choked out between thrusts. “I’m going to come right now.”

You slumped against his chest. You wanted to listen to him but he was making you feel so good. Your body was coming completely relaxed and undone in his touch. Your mind, your body, your heart; you were so at ease being with him.

However, your nerves began to spark as his fingers fell to your clit. You could tell he was close because he dropped his forehead to yours wordlessly, his nose scrunched. And he loved when you two came together; Completely free in each other’s arms.

He seemed to completely forget about the slick watery surface he stood on and began to pound into you as fast and as hard as he could. You moaned and mewled as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come, y/n,” he warned, his pace becoming erratic and you clenched harder around him, feeling your high approaching too.

“Me too, Yunho,” you whined as he hit your g-spot with a particular force.

You came loudly, fingers desperately searching for something to grip, finally resting on his toned biceps.

He followed you almost immediately, his hips ramming into yours sloppily as his dark eyes bored into yours, a lazy smile on his swollen lips. He pulled out and slumped to the shower floor, holding you tightly in his arms. He gently peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, y/n.”

You giggled as he found a ticklish spot behind your ear. “I love you too, Yunho.” You sighed as you saw his cum run out of your pussy and down the shower drain. “We should have sex in the shower more often; easier to be lazy.”

“I tire you out that much, huh?”

“My god,” you scoffed. “Cocky bastard.”

“You love it,” he teased, massaging the inside of your sore thighs.

You rolled your eyes. “Wanna wash my hair?” You asked, only half kidding.

“I would but, I don’t want to. I want to stay like this.”

“Me too,” you agreed, sinking deeper into his arms. “I could fall asleep like this.”

“Yeah,” his raspy voice responded. “Me too.”

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cw: brief mention of past injury and past abuse

part i: July

I’ve been holding my breath

I’ve been counting to ten

The media wasn’t kind. There were network shows and blogs. Magazines and papers and podcasts. Not to mention Twitter.

Remus had heard his name on all of them, even if he wasn’t listening. It was part of Alice’s job to make sure he knew what was being said about him. It was his job to tune most of it out. Some outrage. Some elation. Some confusion.

This is my question, one podcast asked. I mean, I’m happy for Black. Lupin, too. I’m happy for the hockey world to have this happen, it’s about time, I mean, tune it, come on, and all that.

I’m confused about the, you know, ‘let’s put the PT on the roster.’ I’ve seen college clips, like, those have been released, we know that he got injured, we know all that. He’s fast, we know that, too. But a lot of guys are fast.

Just…what a move by Coach Weasley. A good move? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Remus had always loved to run. It cleared his head. It had been one of the forms of exercise he had been able to do first once his shoulder had healed, before weights or any sort of strength training. His therapists had recommended it. Endorphins, they had said.

But Remus liked it because it was the closest he had been able to get to gliding on the ice, even when he still couldn’t stand to even look at a rink.

A good move? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Remus was used to not knowing. He was beginning to think he thrived on it. Would he play hockey again? Would he ever find love? Would Sirius want him?

Was this really happening?

He didn’t think of dreams as coming so late, but, then again, why should dreams be put on any sort of time schedule?

Now, he banged out the screen door and onto the rickety, well-loved porch of the lake house that had been passed down through his family for years. His mother and her brothers split it up in the summer, overlapping for a week or so, and there were always little gifts left behind for each family at the trade-off. A bottle of the best maple syrup, or some of the local honey. They were small, but Remus smiled when he saw what his uncle and aunt and cousins had left for him and Sirius after his parents and Julian had given them the month of July with the house to themselves. A little flower arrangement with two hockey sticks, carved out of wood, sticking up in the middle.

Sirius had plucked one from the dirt, twirled it over in his fingers, and smiled.

“Your family will never stop surprising me.”

Green Lake was deep, prime for fishing, and gorgeous. The smell of the water, of the soil and sweet summer air was as good as home to Remus. He breathed it in now as he bent to lace up his sneakers. He could smell the fire pit that they had lit last night, one that he and Julian had roasted thousands of marshmallows over.

“I showed Jules how to roast the perfect marshmallow here,” Remus had said that first July night, leaning back against Sirius’ chest.

Sirius had blew out his burnt-black one. “Like this?”

Remus had scoffed. “No, you heathen.”

Sirius looked good here, surrounded by the woods and rusty cabin, wearing the old fleeces that never seemed to leave this place for when the sun had yet to warm the chilly mornings. Some mornings, they’d make their coffee, tangle their socked feet together on the small couch until the sun began to get high and they’d strip it all off in favor of swimsuits and sunscreen. Other mornings, Remus would rise, pressing a gentle kiss to Sirius’ sleeping face, and take to the dirt road that ran around the lake.

Sirius, just off of the hard won playoffs, needed to rest. Remus needed to train.

A good move? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

They would leave in two days for Pascal’s Cup Day celebration, and then to meet Remus’ parents, his little brother Julian, and Regulus back in Gryffindor for Sirius’ Cup Day. And August training. Remus stretched his hands to his toes and closed his eyes. A strange type of adrenaline filled him whenever he thought about practicing with the team, about the fitness tests that would come first. He’d have to prove himself again and again. He wanted to. But part of him wondered what would happen if he couldn’t.

The screen door squeaked open and shut again, and Remus jumped, looking up to find Sirius, still sleep rumpled, standing there in running shorts.

Remus laughed, reaching up to trace a pillow crease in his cheek. “You’re supposed to be sleeping in while you can.”

Sirius let out a grumbly sort of yawn and gathered his hair, long from the summer and just brushing his chin now, back into a small half-up bun.

“I can’t believe you do this before coffee.”

“Too acidic. Gives you running stitches.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sirius sighed, and threw his arm around Remus’ shoulders as they walked up the steep driveway to the road.

Remus kissed his wrist. “I’ll miss being here with you.”

Sirius smiled. He was tan from the summer, hair dark as ever and his skin sun-kissed.

Remus leaned into his shoulder. “I mean look at you. I like seeing you this relaxed.”

Sirius bit his lip as the rounded a bend, waving at Mrs. Barrow, who was tending to her garden.

“I don’t think I knew I could be this relaxed,” Sirius admitted. “It was always train, train, train, you didn’t get a Cup, try harder.”

Remus was familiar with the notes that appeared in Sirius’ voice now from years of Sirius’ small slips in conversation, even when, to Remus, Sirius had only been they youngest captain in the league, cold and reserved from even more years of his father’s abusive, relentless attitude towards hockey and Sirius’ skills. Even when Remus had only been the team’s physical therapist, closeted, crushing on Sirius, and surprised by the cracks Sirius showed when he had gotten his ankle smashed by Severus Snape, Captain of the Slytherin Snakes—the Gryffindor Lions greatest rivalry. Pain, it had seemed, and fear of never stepping on the ice again, had given Remus his first glimpses into a different Sirius beneath it all, a boy who was filled with much more than just a need to win, but for whom the want of winning only made him love his sport, and his team, more.

“And now that you have a Cup?” Remus asked. “How’re you feeling?”

They came to the road and Sirius balanced on one foot, stretching his thigh. “Now that I have you,” he said. “I’m feeling just fine.”

Remus snorted. “Yeah, the Stanley Cup Champion part has nothing to do with it.”

Sirius laughed, but took Remus’ face between his palms. “If I didn’t have you, and I had only a Cup, all I would be doing right now is thinking about another Cup.”

Remus put a hand on his chest, fingers finding the number twelve pendant that rested there.

“Now, there’s more,” Sirius said simply, and leaned down for a tender kiss. “Like your mother’s peach pie.”

Remus punched him in the arm as Sirius laughed loudly.

“You’ll have to beat me if you want a slice of that!” Remus called as he took off.

Sirius made a wounded noise, but sprinted after him until they were side by side again.

“I don’t think I can leave this beach,” Leo mumbled into the lounging cabana they were spread out beneath, and Logan looked down at him from where he was reading—trying to read—one of the books Finn had given him. He didn’t know how many books Finn had tried to get him to read over the years, but he knew he never made it through more than a few pages without looking up, getting distracted, or having to go back.

“Non?” Logan asked.

Leo shook his head. “The sun. The sea. I’m in heaven.”

“What about hockey?”

“Brr.”

Logan laughed and settled back into the pillows, setting the book aside and rolling towards Leo to feel his sun-warmed back and leaned down to kiss his temple. A private beach definitely had its perks—and so did three hockey salaries.

“We’ll just stay here, then.”

They’d had a good summer. Leo’s Cup Day, Finn’s, his own, all in their hometowns and accompanied by large parades and fanfare. Logan had finally gotten to take Leo home to his sisters and parents for the first time. It had been nice to see Finn around his family again, too, after what felt like eons of avoiding him in that small gap between being at Harvard and then them both making it to the NHL, and to the Lions.

Leo’s sleepy smile up at him melted Logan like ice in the sun.

“Okay, good,” Leo said, then his eyes went behind Logan. “There’s the ghost-on-toast with our drinks.”

Logan snorted and looked up to see Finn—and Finn’s tiny blue swim shorts that he insisted weren’t see-through—walking towards them through the sand from the resort bar with a tray of drinks in his hands.

“Hey, lover-nuts,” Finn said as he set the tray down in the shade. “Got us some snacks, too. That bar tender loves me.”

“You are so pale,” Leo laughed. “I love you, though, please put more sunscreen on.”

“Keep your sandy feet off my towel,” Logan nudged Finn’s foot with his own as he reached for his drink. Finn just smiled and nodded at the book.

“How is it?” Finn asked.

Logan just looked at him.

He laughed and ran a hand through Logan’s salty, damp hair. “I know. I’ll read it to you later. I just thought you might want something for the beach!”

Logan held up his cocktail. “I have something for the beach.”

They settled back under their cabana, the thin, white linen curtains fluttering around them in the three o’clock breeze. Maybe Logan, as he closed his eyes between Leo and Finn, Leo’s hand still on his thigh, Finn’s arm pillowing the back of his neck, never wanted to leave this beach, either.

“Back to Gryffindor tomorrow,” Logan said.

“Group chat says most guys’ll be back this week,” Finn said, squinting at his phone over his sunglasses. “We gotta be back for Dumo’s, and then Cap’s Cup Day. That’ll be nice, man.”

“I like that they’re bringing it to Gryffindor Pride,” Leo said, rolling onto his back. “Should have thought of that. Or, I guess…” Leo trailed off and Logan frowned. They couldn’t do that. Not yet, at least. Leo caught Logan’s expression and rested a reassuring hand on his thigh. “I’m glad we get to go, even if its for them on the surface. That’s real thoughtful of them, you know?”

Logan nodded. It was thoughtful. When Remus and Sirius had brought it up to them, he’d found himself getting a little choked up.

“We want you guys to be able to experience that, too,” Remus had said. “If you want. No matter what you decide to do public-wise in the future.”

Finn clicked his phone off and chucked it to the side. “Hey, don’t take me off island time yet. We’ll order to the room, eat on the deck, hike up and stargaze…”

Finn rattled off the perfect list, tilting towards Logan until their lips met.

“And then we’ll go win another Cup.”

Leo and Logan punched him at the same time.

Thomas sat in the shade with Kasey as they watched Alex try to take on Natalie and Noelle at pool basketball.

“I really think they’re going to accidentally drown him,” Thomas said thoughtfully.

“He probably thinks that, too, and is just too competitive to stop,” Kasey replied.

Thomas laughed, and held out his beer to cheers.

“This is a nice house the O’Haras have, man,” he looked at the sparkling ocean beyond the steps and fence, and at the pool with the grill and lounge chairs. They’d only come up for the weekend, between training and visiting their own families, and before returning to Gryffindor for the season.

“Tell me about it.”

“Cheating!” Alex spluttered from the pool as Natalie put all of her weight on him to dunk him under the water. Alex pointed very seriously to the foot marker on the side tile. “We agreed from that to Thomas’ chair, I was too far away!”

“Too bad!” Noelle shouted as she made another basket.

Thomas didn’t think it was the alcohol that made him feel a little fuzzy at the edges as he looked over her in her swimsuit. She was all curves of tanned muscle, softened the summer around her stomach and arms. Thomas was a goner. But she seemed pretty gone, too, so he guessed it was all right.

“This moment’s always rough,” Kasey said softly from beside him, and when Thomas looked at him questioningly, he gestured vaguely with his beer. “The end of July. One more month, but not really. Alex’ll go back for training, you know? It’s like a trick. I always think, I get three months with these two. But it’s more like two and the first week of August.”

Thomas nodded. “I know. Noelle, too. Her training camp starts on the eight. I’m just…”

Kasey sighed in sympathy.

“At least you have Nat, you know?” Thomas said. “Not that I’m saying you have it easier, I just…”

Kasey shook his head. “I know. Believe me, I’m thankful for that every day. But…when you miss someone, you miss someone.”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, exactly.”

Last season hadn’t been too bad. His relationship with Noelle had been new. They only really knew FaceTime dates, and squeezed in weekend flights that sometimes left them more exhausted than sated. They had been taking it slow. Thomas had been kissed by Noelle—a lot. Enough to make him dizzy with it. Only, then she’d met him at the airport in Quebec, they’d spent a month with her family in France…

And Thomas wasn’t sure he knew how to do just FaceTime anymore. There was a new yearning, knotted just below his heart. He knew what her skin felt like under his hands now, knew what she looked like right when she waked up, even her skincare routine before bed. It would feel like being away from the ice for too long, the knot pulling tight. He thought this year was going to be harder. Maybe he knew it, but if he did, he was pretending it might be easy still.

“T,” Noelle called, floating on her back, dark hair fanned out in the water. “C’mere!”

Thomas smiled, setting his drink down. He would come, whenever she called. Wherever.

Cole Reyes didn’t know if Adele Dumais staring at him the way she was was a good thing, or a bad thing. He was nervous enough without the seemingly disapproval of Pascal Dumais'—the Pascal Dumais of the Gryffindor Lions, oldest player in the league—teenage daughter.

“Don’t you talk?” Marc, one of his sons, asked.

Cole blinked. “Uh. Yeah. Yeah.”

Adele waved her brother off. “They’re always super nervous at first. Remember Sirius?”

Marc scoffed. “I was a baby.”

Cole let out a breath. Now they were casually talking about Sirius Black, who had lived in the very room Cole had been sleeping in for a week now when he was a rookie, too. It was the same with Logan Tremblay. He felt like he needed to keep the room pristine, like he was living in some Hockey Hall of Fame museum that he had not earned the right to be in yet.

“You’re still a baby,” Adele shot back.

“Kids,” came Celeste, Pascal’s wife’s voice from where she was setting the table. “Come on now.”

“Sorry, maman,” Marc said softly.

“Sorry,” Adele sighed more reluctantly.

“Go help your father with the grill, you two,” she said. “Everyone will be arriving soon.”

Katie, Celeste and Pascal’s youngest daughter, perked up from where she was sitting beside Cole, drawing. Not Pascal, Dumo—Cole kept having to remind himself that he could call Pascal by his nickname now, that it was all official, that he was a Gryffindor Lion, too. Katie hadn’t left his side since he arrived a week ago to billet with the Dumais, and he still wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Even the Cup?” she asked.

Celeste laughed. “Oui, ma cherie. Cole? Would you mind going to get the flowers for the table? They’re on the kitchen counter, just inside.”

“Oh, sure, Mrs. Dumais,” Cole nodded, glad for something to do. The thought of the Cup arriving gave him the chills. He’d have to be careful not to touch it. He was scared to even look at it, to be honest. His mom would be laughing at him right about now. He wanted to call her afterwards, tell her everything.

“Call me Celeste, I told you, please,” Celeste smiled. She was lovely, with her dark hair twisted and clipped up and a summer dress as green as her eyes, silky against her olive skin.

Cole flushed, but smiled. “Celeste.”

Cole made his way through the sliding door from the back yard and through the dining room. The kitchen was one of the biggest rooms in the house—and it was a big house. Beautiful copper pans hung shining above the island, along with some herbs that Celeste grew and dried herself. It looked like something out of a magazine to Cole, and it was nice, but it wouldn’t beat his mom’s kitchen in the small apartment they shared in Boston. The small space would fill up to the brim with the smell of spices, or cobbler. The thought sent a pang right to his heart. He missed home, that was for sure. After being away for so long, for so many hockey camps, he’d hoped he would be more used to it by now.

The flowers were right where Celeste had said they would be, and he was reaching for one when the back door that led to the garage dinged open. Cole froze, sure that he was about to run into captain Sirius Black completely unprepared, when a girl stepped through instead. She was dressed in denim shorts and a white tank top, had dark brown skin, and a Gryffindor College hat over her hair, which was plaited back into many small braids.

She smiled when she saw him. No sign of surprised, or of the nervousness Cole felt when he met basically anyone.

“You must be Cole,” she said.

Cole nodded. The girl was gorgeous. Cole was a mess of nerves already. He didn’t need the stare of the teenage daughter of one of his idols, but he especially could not handle a beautiful girl right now.

“Yeah,” Cole said. “No, yeah, um. Yes.”

The girl strode forward, setting her bag down on the counter, along with a water bottle decorated in stickers. He caught a few Lions ones. She offered her hand, which was slender and had two golden rings on it. “I’m Layla. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Cole took it, trying to place her. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I babysit for the Dumais family,” she said in explanation, then waved her hand. “Well, this year, at least. I’m actually—we’re going to be working together.”

Cole blinked. “You mean the Lions?”

She nodded. “I’m in the middle of my undergrad for physical therapy. Dumo’s amazing and he got me an internship under the new PT. You know. I’ll probably get you stick tape or something,” she laughed. “Congrats, by the way.”

Cole tilted his head and she raised an eyebrow.

“On making it to the NHL?”

“Oh,” Cole laughed. “Oh, I, yeah, thanks. You, too—or…yeah.”

Cole was going to stay in his room in the basement and never come out.

“I gotta—Mrs. Du—Celeste wants these flowers outside,” he said, picking the vases up.

“Sure thing,” Layla smiled.

“Layla,” came a shriek, and a moment later Katie Dumais came sprinting into the kitchen and wrapped herself around Layla’s legs and smiled at Cole. “This is my new hockey player.”

Cole couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t have a lot of experience with kids, but Katie sure was cute.

“Yours?” Layla gasped as she smiled at Cole. “He’s all yours, is he?”

Katie nodded. “Like Tremzy and Sirius. His name is Cole, like when Santa Clause doesn’t like you.”

Again, with the casual mentions of Logan Tremblay and Sirius Black.

“Oh, of course,” Layla laughed. “Well, I’m sure Santa Clause has never not liked you, babes. Let’s go let your mom know I’m here, okay? Your new hockey player can come with us, too.”

“He’s yours, too!” Katie insisted. “You’re here all the time, so he’s yours, too, don’t worry.”

“Oh, good,” Layla said. “I was worried.”

When Katie looked at Cole expectedly, Cole managed, “I guess everyone does need a hockey player?”

“Exactly!” Katie squealed, and Cole could only follow them outside, heart pounding.

It was good to be back in Gryffindor. Remus and Sirius had dropped their bags in Sirius’ entryway, said hello to Regulus, showered, and then hopped right back in the car to get to Pascal’s house.

“You two look disgustingly happy,” Regulus said, leaning forward from the back seat.

“We are,” Sirius grinned at him in the review mirror. “I am also happy,” he stroked the leather steering wheel of his Range Rover. “To be back with this baby.”

While Sirius’ hair had grown longer, Regulus had shaved his short. The curls were barely curls at all anymore, but Remus was happy to see that his seemingly ever-present dark circles had receded some.

“Why, thank you, Regulus, you look happy, too,” Remus snorted. “When do you leave for NYU’s orientation?”

“August 23rd,” he said. “Been texting with my housemates, too. They seem cool.”

“Maybe one of you will pull a Finn and fall in love with each other,” Sirius said.

“Twice,” Remus laughed, and Regulus did, too.

“I think I’ve had enough romance drama to last me a life time, thanks,” Regulus smiled. “But, yeah. I’m just…I’m focused on friends right now, I think. Normal, non-hockey creatures like you two. But that’s not to say if something came up…or I guess someone. Who knows.”

Sirius’ smile was softer this time. “Focus on whatever you want, Reg. You deserve it.”

Regulus just grumbled something about hockey gods, and then they were pulling up to the Dumais’. There were silver and white balloons lining the driveway and the fence to the backyard where, as Remus slammed his door, he could already hear laughter. A zing of excitement shot through him.

“I missed this team,” he sighed as Sirius took his hand.

Sirius pressed a kiss to his temple. “Your team.”

“Our team.”

“Jesus Christ,” Regulus said, and gave them a shove forward.

Thomas gave a loud woop when he spotted them coming out to the backyard. Regulus immediately made a B-line towards Leo and the Cubs.

“Yes! The Captain!” Thomas said and pulled Sirius into a hug. “Missed you, man.”

“You, too, T,” Sirius said. “Ready to tear it up?”

“You know it.”

Remus smiled as Thomas hugged him next. “I forgot you two train together before pre-season.”

“You two?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, the small gold hoops in his ears glinting in the sun. Remus noticed he’d shaved three stripes into one side of his head. They were a little wobbly. Maybe Noelle had done it. “You’re not coming with us?”

“You know how this one is about his routines,” Remus said, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist. “Wouldn’t want to mess anything up.”

“Please,” Sirius said. “I want you there more than I want a second—”

Remus and Thomas punched him at the same time.

“I know you weren’t just about to say that,” said an accented voice from behind Remus, and they turned to see Pascal standing there. He looked as he always did, smile lines around his eyes, gray streaks at his temples. He wore a white t-shirt and had Katie on his hip. She was definitely getting too big to be carried around like that, but Remus couldn’t see a time when Pascal would ever refuse her. He’d probably carry Adele around like that, too, if she’d let him.

“Dumo,” Sirius smiled, and took the two beers he was holding out, handing one to Remus. He kissed Katie’s forehead. “Good summer?”

“The best,” Pascal laughed, and nodded towards the edge of the yard. “Especially with the promise of seeing that thing again.”

Remus followed his gaze, and his breath caught, just as he knew it would. The Cup stood there, its guards near by with drinks and plates of food in their hands. It sat proudly on a table, surrounded by white tulips—no doubt Celeste’s doing.

“I’m excited to see you two bring it to the parade,” Pascal said. “That will be a wonderful day for everyone.”

Remus glanced at where Logan, Leo, and Finn were standing with Kasey Winter, Gryffindor’s goalie, and his partners Natalie, with her long blonde hair, and Finn’s brother Alex, who played for Tampa Bay.

Sirius’ smile lit up his face. “It will be.”

Remus peered around him. “Is that our rookie?”

Sirius scoffed. “A rookie can’t call a fellow rookie rookie, rookie.”

Remus blinked. “What did you just say?”

“That’s Cole!” Katie said. “I love him.” Then she turned and shouted his name again. He looked up from where he was standing quietly beside Jackson Nadeau, another player, and Remus suppressed a smile at the way his eyes widened when he saw Sirius.

“Oh, here we go,” Sirius mumbled.

“Oh, hush,” Remus said, and sounded far too much like his mother to himself. “You’re going to be throwing hands for him the second someone gets close, and you know it.”

“I don’t know how to tell rookies I’m just a person!” Sirius whispered as Cole began to make his way over. “They act all…”

“Star struck?” Thomas offered.

Sirius just glowered at him.

Cole Reyes did not look as young as he was. Even at 19, he was jacked, and tall, with light brown skin, green eyes, and a stripe shaved into one of his eyebrows. His hair was shaved at the sides, but longer on the top and in tight curls.

Remus glanced somewhat self-consciously down at himself. He could only put on more muscle healthily so fast. He thought he’d been doing well, but looking at Cole…

“Hello,” Cole said hesitantly and Pascal set Katie down and clapped Cole on the shoulder.

“Reyes, meet Sirius. Sirius, meet the boy who is a much better billet than you ever were.”

Sirius snorted, and Cole laughed—nervously.

“Hi, Cole,” Sirius said, and held out his hand. “I know we spoke briefly over the summer, but it’s nice to officially meet you.”

“You, too,” Cole said, smile slight. “Thanks for the call. My mom freaked out. I mean—well, me too, but my mom…” Cole stuttered out, wincing.

“Loves me?” Sirius laughed. “I get that a lot.”

“He’s so humble,” Remus shook his head jokingly. “Hi Cole, I’m Remus. Welcome to the team.”

“You too…?” Cole said hesitantly. “Well, the roster, I guess.”

“Cole,” Katie said, taking his large hand in her small one. “Come meet Tremzy. He’s my best friend.”

Sirius feigned a pout. “What about me?”

Katie smiled sheepishly, throwing herself at Sirius’ legs, “You, too!”

“Always one-uped by Tremblay,” Thomas laughed, shaking his head. “How’s it feel, Cap?”

“Wonderful,” Sirius said dryly and then looked down at Katie, petting her head. “Go on, go show Cole your best friend.”

They watched her lead Cole through the crowd for a moment before Sirius huffed.

“See?” Sirius whispered to Remus. “It’s like he’s scared of me.”

“I’ve never heard you use the phrase spoke briefly in my life. Who are you, Alice?”

“I was trying to be professional!”

Remus laughed. “Why?”

Sirius just rolled his eyes and dragged him over to stack their plates with food.

The party went well into the evening, the sky pink and blue in the setting sun. There were lanterns floating in the pool where Evgeni and Jackson were playing chicken with a delighted Marc and Louis, or sometimes one of Coach Arthur Weasley’s boys, on their shoulders. Logan was sitting with Cole and Finn, cradling a sleepy Katie against his chest, Leo and Regulus laughing with Kasey and Alex.

Remus found Sirius again standing alone in front of the Cup. His hair was falling into his face, the curls gentled by the evening breeze and the Cup’s silver surface reflecting the silver of Sirius’ eyes. Remus went to stand beside him, and neither of them spoke for a moment.

“I’m nervous,” Remus broke the silence.

Sirius nodded. “I know, mon loup.”

Remus sighed, resting his head against Sirius’ arm. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” Sirius switched his drink to his other hand so he could run his fingers through Remus’ hair. “This is…big.”

“It’s what I’ve always wanted,” Remus whispered. It felt dangerous, to say the words aloud. “It’s everything that I lost. Last time.”

Remus could still feel Fenrir Greyback rip at his shoulder, even if it was years ago now, while they were still at college. Being in the NHL meant that Remus would have to play against him again whenever they met Vegas.

Sirius turned towards him, hand on his cheek.

“You will have this,” he said earnestly, and then smile, reaching into his shirt for his necklace, the one Remus had gifted him last Christmas. He brought it to his lips. “Loops.”

Remus smiled at the now familiar sight, touching the pendant when Sirius’ let it drop.

“You know,” Remus said. “You’re everything I’ve always wanted, too.”

Sirius’ smile was one of Remus’ favorites, and he tucked him against his side. Remus followed his gaze to find him looking at Cole again.

“I’m not happy with the way it happened,” Sirius said softly, and Remus knew he was thinking of the pictures that someone had leaked of them kissing. The pictures that had upturned their entire lives. “But I’m glad I get to hold you like this in front of new faces. I wasn’t thinking about trades—I try not to—but getting Reyes, if things had been different, would have meant we were back to square one at parties like these.”

Remus nodded, taking a drink. “And he seemed okay with it. With us.”

“I was thinking we should invite him to train with us. With me, you, and T. Maybe Dumo would join, too. I know he usually goes with Sergei, but Sergei might be with Kuns and Nado, even though they usually like it just them. The Cubs—”

“Okay, Captain, okay,” Remus laughed.

Sirius pressed a hand over his eyes, laughing. “I just don’t like it when they’re nervous around me. Like Leo was. It’s so much better now that we’re friends.”

“You’ll get there with him,” Remus said. “Yeah, invite him to train with us. The more the merrier.”

Secretly, Remus wanted to see how Cole trained. He couldn’t shake the analytical side of him, the physical therapist side. Cole was built for such a young age.

“If I didn’t know better,” Sirius said softly, mouth close to Remus’ ear. “I’d say you were checking him out.”

Remus spluttered. “I’m not! I want to know his routine!”

Sirius cracked up. “This is your superstition, isn’t it? Cracking other player’s codes.”

Remus just shrugged, smiling into his cup.

“Have you cracked my code?” Sirius asked in the low voice he used that made Remus not want to be surrounded by people.

Remus looked up at him. “Maybe. It certainly has nothing to do with a piece of toast at five o’clock.”

“My pre-game toast is very important to me.”

Remus leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “No, you just like honey and cinnamon.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m going to talk to Reyes now.”

“Catch him if he passes out.”

Sirius just glowered over his shoulder as he stalked across the grass. Remus looked around at the back yard, at the team, together again. His team.

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Life Worth Living

Jihyun Kim "V" | MC / Reader

*NSFW (under cut)

Happy Sunday friends! Enjoy this very fluffy smut ~

Jihyun’s studio is your favorite room in the house.

Everything about it is light. Light wooden floors and walls a pale shade of ivory, both speckled with remnants of paint that neither of you have ever bothered cleaning. The windows are tall and give you a perfect view of the fluttering hummingbirds drinking water from the feeder you’d hung from the maple oak tree (had sat on Jihyun’s shoulders to do it – swaying and giggling).

The sun filters through the sheer curtains, illuminates the room in golden hues all through the day. It’s the perfect amount of light for Jihyun to work clearly and peacefully (whether he’s drawing, or painting or taking silly photographs of you) and lets you linger quietly in his space as he does so – content and warm in the little blue sofa and the soft blankets he’s placed in here just for you.

This little nook Jihyun has created is where you spend most of your free time. You love to lay down and daydream as you watch him work. His art is wonderful, you’ve always thought so – every piece sketched, every canvas painted, every picture taken leaves you in complete wonder of him, of his talent.

But what you love best of all is watching him create these dreamscapes; shirtless and muscles rippling as he sways freely, careless hair glittering in the light, tools in his gentle paint-stained hands – he’s beautiful.

You could lay in this little corner of yours forever; learning the names of his favorite paints, about which techniques he prefers to use, listen to way he moves and all that he dreams of.

There are days however, when minutes feel like hours and your heart feels weary because everything has gone pear-shaped and wrong. A long warm shower makes you feel a little more like yourself, but you struggle to keep your eyes open as you stumble up the stairs in your robe and nothing else, to the man you’ve given your heart and whole life too.

Ah, there he is; his back to the door and sitting on a spinning stool, paintbrush in hand and a palette in the other.

You go to him instantly, wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his back in greeting, say nothing because you don’t want to distract him from his work. You nuzzle his neck and peek over his shoulder at his current project. A landscape this time – cherry blossoms from the trip he had surprised you with for your anniversary a few months ago.

As you begin to pull away, he pulls you back and wraps his arms around you – kisses you dizzy, calls you darling and sweetheart and tells you how much he’s missed you.

You stumble into your little sanctuary afterwards, lips swollen and a little off balance but warm and happy; fall asleep the moment you wrap yourself in the coziness of your blankets.

You dream of a night in spring, of cherry blossom trees and a quiet breeze and a starry sky – a memory of gentle hands caressing your softness and making love to you under the moonlight.

The dream vanishes, colors and hues of blues and golds fill your vision – you wake to soft kisses along your thighs, on your hips. You shift a little, yawning and chest rising. Then, a gentle tap on your thigh; the solid end of a pencil. Warm, turquoise eyes meet yours as they open.

Jihyun is sitting on the sofa with you, has made room for himself at the very end with your feet on his lap, his earlier work long forgotten.

“Stay still for me, darling.”

You shudder under the weight of his gaze, seeking it even as his attention shifts back to the sketchpad in his hand, charcoal pencil in the other. Those same graceful hands that are always so careful when they take you apart; so careful and memorizing when they trace the outline of your figure on paper, and smooth an array of charcoal down the lines of your body.

Jihyun loves to spill you onto his art – pictures drawn and photographs taken of you, they are strewn all over his studio, displayed on the walls of every room in your home. They are beautiful, just like everything else about him, like everything he graces with his touch.

But hanging right next to them is your own work, a disarray of candid pictures you’ve taken of him. They are your absolute favorites because he’s always radiant and flushed, always giggles shily the moment you turn the camera on him.

“Your thoughts are spinning,” he says, eyes flickering up to you, a soft smile on his pretty mouth. “What did you dream about?”

“The night we camped underneath the stars, when the cherry blossoms were blooming.”

“Mmm,” he hums, a soft agreement. He remembers it perfectly – the night you’d laid naked with him underneath the stars and he’d made love to you until the sun rose. “A good dream then. Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart?”

You do so, at peace with the warm flush that’s worked its way through your insides. It is still new to you, being bared like this for him to draw you, but you are comfortable. More than comfortable with him, if only a little shy at his attention, but he’s always tender with you.

His gaze flickers down your body; the blankets have long fallen to the floor, your robe in disarray and hiding nothing from him. You don’t fix it – let him watch every bit of you instead. “Are you getting a little restless, darling?”

“A little,” you admit, “but I can stay still a little longer for you.”

Jihyuns nods, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. “Are you sure?” he asks, using his thumb to massage your inner thigh.

“Jihyun, dearest, you’re not meant to be making this harder for me,” you remind him, lowering your eyebrows in a faux-scowl, lip pouting. Your body shivers in delight as you witness his eyes darken – you know he loves your mouth, know it makes his fantasies unwind like nothing else.

He laughs, something dark and hoarse, but always as warm as the sun. “My apologies. You know I am just as tempted by you, if not more so.”

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you tease, letting your eyes fall closed once again as you slip into a steady daze. “Please finish quickly Jihyun, I’ve missed you terribly.”

And you have. All day long have been feeling a little heartsick for him.

You don’t open your eyes again for a while. Occasionally, you feel him moving you around; a hand adjusting the position of your arm, brushing hair from your face, or ghosting against your thighs.

It’s a while before he moves again, and you feel the sofa cushions shift as he slips his legs from beneath you; hear him place his sketchpad and charcoal down.

You open your eyes when you feel Jihyun hover above you – plush lips, soft lashes, smiling mouth, adoration in his gaze. You don’t need a single star or planet to align if only he keeps looking at you in this way for the rest of your life.

“Can I see the sketch?” You whisper, your body writhing at the wild, desperate look he gives you; know that he needs you just as badly as you need him.

You feel dizzy, drunk as you try to regain control of your body that never, never, never has enough of him.

“Later,” he answers, finally brushing his lips against yours, swallowing your moan as he presses every inch of his body against yours. He can’t ever have enough of you either.

Jihyun loves to capture these moments between you, has taken photographs of him pleasing you, of you pleasing him, of you two together; you wish he would paint this moment, the two of you intwined so tightly that you looked like one.

There is no need for preparation; you’ve been wet since he’d pressed you back into the blankets and asked you to stay there. Jihyun releases a shaky breath as he thrusts up and over your mound, coating himself in your arousal. You press his face into your neck and drape one leg over his hip, opening yourself up fully and giving unspoken permission at the same time.

You both gasp as the head of his cock notches at your entrances. His hips tremble slightly as he drives in, only stopping once his hips are tights against yours. You can’t help it; you squeeze around him, arch a little and writhe at the delicious fullness you feel.

“Thank you for waiting for me, my love” he says, and you know he doesn’t just mean today, or every other day you’ve watched him work while basking in the sunlight.

He means that period so long ago, when both of you were lost and stumbling through life but had fallen desperately in love with each other. When he’d left to learn how to live with mistakes made and figure out himself and his dreams.

You stayed and tried to make sense of what your life had become. Had spent so much of your time praying to the stars, to the moon, to the sun that he would come back to you.

He pulls backs to look at your face, brushes wild hair from your forehead and presses a kiss where his fingers had been. He only moves once he is sure you won’t look away. The first time he draws away and presses back in is enough to make you whine, enough to make you cry with the tender way he is looking at you.

Jihyun fucks into you at a gentle pace, loves to draw out the pleasure and just feel you beneath him. You understand why, too. All those years of secrecy and lying had left his body tired and his soul weary, and now he is eager for a moment of respite. He’s found that peace, the calmness he’s searched his whole life for, in you.

You can feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his. You suck in a breath as Jihyun slicks your wetness up, fingers grazing your swollen, sensitive clit. A broken gasp leaves you as he presses harder, circling around you and you press yourself against his hand, rocking into him as he thrusts into you. You begin to flutter around him and he groans, his pace finally stuttering, his hips shaking against yours.

“Come on, baby,” he urges, flushed and eyes dark and shining. “Let me hear you.”

And you do. You let yourself vocalize everything that he makes you feel – the adoration, the love, the coursing desire that has lit a burning fire within you. He presses his mouth to yours and tastes every sound you make, pupils blown and completely blissed out in the knowledge that it’s all because of him.

He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks of pleasure, joins you with a jerk of his hips – brows furrowed, eyes shut and his lips parted as he moans your name.

When he finally pulls away, your thighs are shaking and your eyes are dropping with fatigue. He kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, pulls back to look at the mess between your thighs and sings you quiet praises.

“Come here, honey,” he whispers, slowly standing up and hooking one arm beneath your knees, the other under your shoulders and lifts you up effortlessly. You lock your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, sigh in quiet happiness. “Let’s get to bed.”

He carries you through the hallways of this home you’ve built together. Photographs of you two line the walls, kissing and smiling and always looking at each other with joy in your eyes.

There are pictures of your friends too, posters of Zen’s productions, blurry images of Jumin with Elizabeth the 3rd, Jaehee in front of her new café, Yoosung at his recent graduation, and plenty of the reunited Choi twins on their many adventures (because Saeyoung has taken it upon himself to hang pictures on your walls too).

Days can be long, and sometimes you don’t feel like yourself; but these still images that capture the life you once dreamed of help you remember: you have Jihyun, you have a family – you need nothing else.

You lean closer to Jihyun, kiss up his neck and across his jawline. Press your lips against the corner of his smiling mouth. “I love you.”

I would have waited a lifetime for you, you think. You have made my life a living dream.

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