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jj-one · 6 months

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MIND GAMES ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ bf!Jungkook x gf!reader ˒˓ established relationship genre/tags. smut, v small amount of angst, fluff, thigh riding, face sitting, body worshipping, jk lowkey simping hella hard in this & we love to see it <3 words. 1.4k

**old repost from my deleted blog

“Can you stop ignoring me please? It's driving me crazy.” You whine to your nonchalant boyfriend, urging him to mutter at least one word.

He has been giving you the silent treatment since this morning. You and Jungkook got into a petty argument that could've been easily resolved within seconds had he not just stormed out mid-convo.

Rightfully so— you were upset by him not wanting to talk things out and he got all defensive by saying you were ‘overreacting’. The bickering only spiraled from there and once you realized you had to leave for work you left without even saying goodbye.

You felt bad for not at least giving a peck on the cheek but you were slightly annoyed by how immature he could be at times. Once you came back home, you wanted to talk with him immediately to patch things up yet he's still being difficult with you. His silence was speaking mere volumes.

“So you're really going to play that game now huh? You know you can't ignore me forever Kook.” You snicker, all those pent up emotions filling you with an intense longing for him. “Can you say something?”

Jungkook remained quiet as a mouse, still refusing to speak, just sitting there examining you. Taking all of you in, basking in his own little glory. He wasn't trying to ignore you at first but now it has turned into a game for him. His only goal was seeing how far he could push your buttons until you break.

There was nothing more frustrating than craving someone's affection. His affection. Usually he'd give it to you on a silver platter, spoiling you with all the love and attention he could provide. But today — you were gonna have to work for it, and that you did.

Since talking wasn't the solution you try your best guess and think of something else. That's when an evil plan struck your mind — you were going to get a word of out him one way or another.

You were still wearing your work clothes so you strip naked right in front him, taking off every piece of clothing to only leave you in your panties. He tried to make it not so obvious that he was staring but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Still quiet, he looks up at you with his big, brown doe eyes — glancing over every inch of your bare form.

Licking his lips while leaning back on the couch he takes in all of you, losing himself in your alluring gaze. As much as he wanted to believe he had all the control in this situation, you played a deafening role in making sure this won't be an easy win for him.

As soon as you fully undressed you make your way over to Jungkook, subtly swaying your hips to send a rise out of him. Walking up to your boyfriend you find yourself straddling his thighs between your legs, the bitter silence only creating a thicker tension. His face looked so innocent, you couldn't help but go in to kiss him. Grabbing the side of his face to pull him in for a sweet, sensual kiss, molding your lips to match his hungry movement.

He was passionate with the kiss — almost leaving you winded by the end. You could tell that he's been holding that in since this morning, you couldn't open your eyes afterwards, savoring in the taste of him on your tongue.

“I'm an asshole, sorry y/n. I don't know why I do the things I do sometimes… but l'm thankful I have someone as patient as you in my life.” Jungkook finally spoke, his gentle tone brings you a familiar source of comfort.

Heated make outs turned you both into even more dangerous territory. A constant rush of heat surges throughout your body, leading all the way down to your aching core, you swung your head back in pleasure while riding your boyfriend's pretty, muscular thighs. The light-blue distressed jeans he wore showing just the slightest bit of skin to make you go feral. The weak, sweaty kisses in between rutting against him — the friction of his jeans grazing over your clothed heat, making you feverishly whimper out for him.

Jungkook couldn't keep his hands off you if he tried. Everything about you is absolutely stunning and perfect to him. His hands dance along the perimeters of your body, tracing every line and curve of your heavenly beauty — embarking on the notion that you are all his. He needs to show how grateful and lucky he is to have you more often.

“God... need you so bad right now..I don't wanna waste another second without having my cock inside you.” He keens, migrating his lips up the side of your earlobe.

He's going to have to put in the work to get a reward like that though.

“I want you to eat me out then we can talk later.” You boldly counter, not even giving him an option at this point.

His face lights up with an idea, “Wanna sit on my face princess?” You nod right away, letting Jungkook maneuver you to the side so he could lye down comfortably — he looks up at you with wandering eyes as you go in for another kiss. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands to grab your ass. It's beginning to become too unbearable to keep your panties on.

Breaking the kiss to remove your soaked underwear, you toss them on the floor and meet your boyfriend's handsome face once again.

The anticipation was killing him, he couldn't wait to devour your pretty little pussy already ;( As soon as you positioned yourself below him, he held onto your thighs with both hands — making eye contact with you as he pressed a kiss to your swollen bud.

Any minor touch to your clit makes you overtly sensitive, letting out a tiny mewl from the light action. His lips part open to dip his tongue into your wetness, “mmmh... fuck Koo” you hiss, already needing to brace yourself to not cum early. His mouth always works magic on you, leaving you with an earth-shattering orgasm every single time.

He flattens his tongue completely now, dragging a long stripe across your slit, drinking up all your essence, letting none of you go to waste. His face was so deeply buried into you all you could see now was the top of his head — grabbing a fistful of his messy hair to pull on later. You rock your hips back and forth to build more movement, grinding on his face while not having a care in the world if he could breathe or not.

From the looks of it, there were no complications on his end since he started moaning against you — the vibrations sending instant chills to your spine. You feel his nose brush up against your bundle of nerves, his tongue appears again to spread it’s brutal attack on your clit. His warmth on the sensitive sprout makes you jut your hips into a hastier motion.

“Shit... keep going just like that…i'll cum all over your face,” you cry out, feeling yourself close to making a huge mess and creaming all over his face.

“Cum on my face please, my precious little doll.” He only breaks away to say that quickly and attaches hisself back instantly.

Those words did it for you, it was like ultimate green light to reaching your climax. Two digits enter your weeping cunt and his tongue goes back to sucking on your puffy abused clit — the knot in your stomach tightens as he produces sloppier licks to your leaking folds.

A lusty, guttural moan escaped your lips, screaming your boyfriend's name at the top of your lungs. Jungkook keeps your hips steady with a tight grasp to help ride out your intense high; his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping. His face saturated with the glint of your sweet nectar, he licks his lips and savors the delicious taste of you, there's nothing that'll ever compare.

"So beautiful my baby.. so fucking gorgeous.." he chants under his breath, kissing the apex of your thighs. He'll never get tired of admiring your pretty body— or you in general.

Jungkook has always been more of a giver than a receiver, he likes to watch his partner writhe under him, loves when they cry and violently shake while he's giving them the most pleasurable moments of their life. He also likes to get what he wants in the end but that isn't always needed for him to be satisfied. He'll get his nut eventually, but in the meantime he's going to keep playing with you some more.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #jungkook drabbles #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #bts smut

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nightsmarish · 1 month

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Summary: James has always woken up early, but you and regulus always sleep late

Poly!starchaser x reader (James potter x reader x regulus black) | 674 words

Tw: a cat, James is shirtless, regulus and reader have a little anxiety maybe???, almost a full all-nighter

an: so sorry for no updates! I'm working on a few longer multichapter dc/mcu fics for my other account @nightinthemarsh. Also not a huge fan of this fic tbh

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ

James' alarm is nearly silent due to his fear of waking the other two sleepers in the room. Or at least the other two people that should be asleep.

James went to bed close to eight the night before, the earliest sleeper in the relationship, due to both being a professional quidditch player and waking up at five in the morning. Sitting up and putting on his glasses, it's painfully clear he's alone in the room, bed cold and plushies abandoned on the bed next to him.

The skin between James’ brows crease in concern, slipping pajama pants and his pair of slippers by the left nightstand. Walking out of the bedroom, he notes that most of the lights are off, save for the light that emanates from the living room.

James is nearly quiet as he enters the living room, standing at the bottom of the staircase, but the sight he sees warms his heart. While also causing some worry.

Both you and Regulus are in nearly the exact same spots you were in when James went up to bed, save for the cat that now sits in your lap. A warm glow from two of the lamps allows the two of you to view the puzzle you started the day prior.

The worry in James’ brows never leaves as he walks closer, putting effort into not startling the two of you.

“I thought you guys said you’d be in bed by midnight?” Despite his efforts, both you and Regulus still startle just a bit as you both quickly turn to look at him.

“We were hoping to finish the puzzle.” Regulus tells your shared boyfriend, as if that's the only logical thing to do.

“And we almost have!” James takes his first good look at the puzzle (apart from when he saw it eight hours ago). It was a rather ambitious one, a little over three thousand pieces, but by now it looks close to completion.

“But you really should have headed to bed hours ago.” he crouches down next to the coffee table you both are sitting at to be on your level.

“After we finish the puzzle, right, amour?”

“Of course.”

James looks between the two of you as you return to the puzzle. Part of James feels rather greedy at the moment. Most times when he wakes up, both of you are dead to the world in your shared bed, so he doesn’t see his partners until mid-afternoon or whenever his practice ends.

But, he also knows that the two of you likely don’t get enough sleep as it is, and sometimes that truly concerns him.

“What if we all head back to bed, I can wake back up in an hour or two, and later we can all work on it together.” James’ smile is undeniably warm and his hair is so bloody beautiful all tousled and frizzy, and he's shirtless, and it's so hot and both you and Regulus are extremely weak for this man.

The look you and him share also shows that you both know James could never sit through this puzzle. But the idea of sleeping does sound rather nice.

“Are you sure you are okay with waking up later?” you ask the question both you and Regulus are undoubtedly worried about. Not wanting to impose on James due to your own reckless sleeping habits.

James is slightly distracted as he pets the cat on your lap, the tortoiseshell you lot had decided to get a few weeks ago. “Yeah, it’s fine; it's not a super busy day anyway.”

Sometimes, when he looks up at you, it starts to make sense that his animagus is a stage, because he has the most stunning brown eyes.

Half an hour later the puzzle lay abandoned on the coffee table, cat now laying at the end of the bed, with James two lovers passed out in bed. Even if this isn’t the way his usual mornings go, James couldn’t be happier this morning.

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cupcakeinat0r · 6 months

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Thinkin abt DadBod!Miguel… once again…

You were the lucky girl that pulled Miguel n had him wrapped around your lil finger.

As much as he didn’t like to show it publicly, the man was whipped. By the means of your affectionate love, Miguel actually began to take better care of himself, resulting in happy boyfriend weight gain.

As time went on, you’d noticed those changes: Thicker thighs, fatter ass, pecs are perkier, and a soft pouch that you’d feel up when you removed his shirt during hot, open-mouthed make-out sessions.

Miguel was a little surprised to find that you loved it, and since then, has taken advantage of this information.

Now, he proudly walks around shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants or even boxers sometimes. He thought he was slick by acting coy, but you knew that he knew that you get wet just by the sight of his brawny, hairy muscles, or that muffin top he had going on… and that happy trail…

Then he’d give you that smirk when he caught you staring, making fun of you when he did. And when he sees that you’re a blushing mess, he attacks you with kisses, you swatting him away but it’s no use; he’s already caged you under him on the couch, the both of you breaking into a fit of giggles.

Today, it’s early in the morning. He didn’t have to be at the society until a little later, so you made the best use of the rare time you had together and made him some breakfast. After he was done eating, the two of you cuddled on the couch for the remainder of his free time.

He was sprawled out on the couch (almost too small for him) with your body on top of his. Your head lays on his chest, the hair there slightly tickling your skin. His strong hands rub your back oh so gently, making you drift away. Miguel occasionally kisses the top of your head as he himself doze off as well. Just when the two of you are about to fall asleep, his watch on the coffee table goes off.

“mierda—“ he groans, immediately going to snooze the loud, annoying alarm. You lift your head with a ‘mph’, your body grieving the loss of a peaceful moment between the both to you. “Already?” You look up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes, ones that break his heart.

“I know, mama, I know, I’m sorry, but y’know I have to go.” He tuts. Like as if you were made of porcelain, he gently pries you off of him, but you refuse. “Just call in, baaaabe.”

Miguel feels you grab onto him tighter, and he lays back on his elbows in regret, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, mamita. I gotta go, mama, c’mon.”

“But baaaaabyyyyy.” You pout.

“Beba, tu sabes que yo quiero quedarme contigo, pero I simply can’t.” He really did hate having to say bye to you. He used to never wanna leave the lab, but now he counts down to the seconds until he gets to come home to your arms.

“Just a few more minutes?” You lift your head from his chest again, giving him those eyes that could get you anything.

“Beba, por favor-“ he knits his brows. He was cracking.

“Pleeeeeeaaasse?” You pout your bottom lip, “We haven’t had a day like this in forever, babe. Besides, you work so hard already…”

You place and subtly push your hands on his chest, and to your surprise, he lays back on the couch, wanting to hear what else you have to say, and maybe see what mischievous plan you had this time.

He could spare a minute or two, it won’t hurt… right?

“You deserve a day off, no?” Your voice becomes softer, more sensual as you peel yourself from his body and straddle not on his waist, but his stomach. Miguel’s consciousness is slipping.

Miguel’s hands instinctively go to rest on your hips, which have started to vaguely grind on his belly.

You were clever. By teasing Miguel and grinding against his stomach, merely inches from his fat cock, you knew you’d have him crumble under you in no time. “Well… do you?” You ask again, raising your eyebrow. You know it was working.

His eyes are now laser focused on the triangle of your panties, now marked with a wet spot, rubbing against his mid section. In his mind, he’s practically fighting for his life between going to work or letting you keep doing what you’re doing and so far�� what his eyes are stuck on is winning.

“fuck, mama… you’re makin’ it real difficult, you know that?” His voice gravels at the sight in front of him. He doesn’t look up, too distracted by your slow thrusts against his soft belly. He hissed as he can feel his own cock rise in his grey sweats, precum bleeding through, no doubt.

“Baby, just stay, just for today… please?” Your breathy tone goes straight to his aching dick, pushing him over the edge from staying or going.

Hungry, Miguel licks his lips just as he takes one of his hands, hooking his pointer finger on one side of the triangle of your panties, pulling it aside so that nothing separated your wet heat and his fluffy stomach. He let out a low sigh and a few curses, watching as you painted his belly with your juices. He’s not even in you, but he could cum just from this.

“Aw fuck… what am I gonna do with you?“ he looks up at you, almost annoyed that this was working on him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pussy whipped. Feeling like you’ve won, you lazily smiled, already getting close to your climax as you continued grinding on his soft stomach.

“Lyla… fuck… mute my watch. I’m takin’ the day off.”

A/n: This one right here…. This ask did it for me. Been replaying this one in my head for days now hnnnghh I need him so bad, it actually makes my stomach hurt and my head dizzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Thank you nonnie <3

Hope y’all liked it <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!

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cozage · 1 year

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Coza! congrats on 2K followers. I like your smuts and i don't know what. idea I want.CouldI request for the Option 1? Reaction of Luffy + ace + Zoro + sabo + taking care of you when your sick.

I am actually very sick today so this one was nice to think about :)

Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Ace, Zoro, Sabo CW: I didn’t proofread this forgive me for errors Total word count: 860

In Sickness and Health

Luffy

He is worried sick about you. He spends the whole morning just trying to get you to laugh.

He tells jokes, makes funny faces, and plays pranks on Zoro. Anything he can think of to get you smiling and laughing.

Sometimes he succeeds in getting you to laugh, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit, so he eventually gives up on the laughing endeavor.

Instead, he climbs into bed with you and pulls you flush against his body. He holds you and whispers sweet nothings into your ears to lull you to sleep.

He wipes the sweat off your brow and rubs your face with a cool rag when you get hot. Even when you're asleep, he still does it.

When it’s time to eat, he doesn’t ask for your food. It’s probably one of the first times in his life that he hopes there are no leftovers. He knows you need the food to get strong.

And when you finally get out of bed, he bounces with joy, excited to resume his normal routine with you again.

Ace

Ace doesn’t know what to do when he wakes up and you’re the warm one in the bed. So he runs to get Marco.

“They're fine,” Marco says. “It’s just a fever. It will pass.”

“Can’t you just heal them?!” Ace whispered, looking at you nervously.

“With little things like this it does more harm than good. Let their body fight it. If it’s still bad in 24 hours, come back to me.”

Ace is so worried he doesn’t eat. He doesn’t leave your side. He had tried to cuddle up to you, but you had kicked him away.

Now he sits on the floor beside the bed, his hand outstretched and intertwined with yours as you sleep.

He only wakes you to drink water and to eat. Even though it’s the last thing you want, he makes you consume something to keep your energy up.

After a few hours, he still hasn’t moved from his spot, and you finally allow him to rejoin you in bed. The heat is still miserable, but at least he’s a comfy pillow.

The next night your fever finally breaks. And though you’re still miserable, at least he knows you’re going to be okay.

Zoro

Zoro was surprised that you weren’t out on the deck by mid morning. You hadn’t had a particularly late night, so it strikes him as strange.

As he opens the door to your room, you groan and roll away from the light.

He barks out a laugh. “That hungover? I didn’t even see you drink!”

“Migraine,” you moan, pressing your hands to your temple as you speak.

“Oh.” Zoro's voice instantly drops several octaves. “What can I do?”

“Just come lay here with me.” You stretch out an arm to him, beckoning him into bed.

He has no option but to join you, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you and flexing against you. You feel safe in his arms, and slip into unconsciousness immediately.

When you finally wake up, the sharp stabbing has left, but Zoro still has you firmly in his arms.

“Are you hungry? Do you-“

“Shower,” you cut him off with your own words. “I’d really like a shower.”

So he leads you to the bath house and he gingerly washes your hair and your body as you keep your eyes closed, trying to minimize the effects of your migraine.

When you finish in the shower, he silently takes you back to your room and the two of you lay around for the rest of the day, quietly talking or sleeping or just enjoying each other's company.

Sabo

“Soup?” He whispered, cracking the door open just a tad as he held a bowl.

“How’d you know?” You groaned, throwing a pillow over your head.

He laughed, deciding not to tell you how it was almost noon. He knew you weren’t always an early riser, but you were only in bed at this time if you were sick.

“I called out, so we can-“

“Sabo!” You cried. “You shouldn’t have called out!”

“But you’re sick.” He held out a book. “I got you a new book and everything.”

You hummed in delight, taking the book from him and setting it down on the nightstand.

“Do you want to be alone, or can I join you?”

You really didn’t want another body in the bed with you while you were feeling so gross. But you also didn’t want to be alone.

“Can you just stay in the room?” You asked.

“Let me grab some work, I’ll be right back.”

He worked quietly at his desk in your room, only taking breaks to fetch you water or food or anything else you would ask for.

And you fell asleep to the quiet scratching of his pen, sleeping well in the fact that he would never leave you alone when you needed him.

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komoboko · 7 months

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝

ft: tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, kanao tsuyuri, genya shinazugawa

Genlas canon I’m ufotable so what if I made a kny oc bcs of genya 🗣️ ・ignore how half of these are about sleep

# tanjiro ! ☆

TANJIRO is such a sweetheart, he really is. But when it comes to sticking to a schedule, he does not make any shortcut or excuses to what will happen. Whatever the schedule says goes no ifs ands or buts. Thankfully he only uses a morning routine anyways.

He had heard from both Rengoku and Mitsuri that having a morning schedule is very good to prepare you for the day. So tanjiro has one to! He tries to get you to follow the routine along with him but you would rather stay in bed instead..

The moment the sun begins to rise is the time Tanjiro wakes up as well. It’s almost as if his body had a set in clock to wake him up. He already gets himself up before he comes and “pesters” you, who is still sound asleep when he’s ready to start the day. Tanjiro only pokes your cheek trying to get you to wake up.

You only groan turning your body over as you already know what he’s waking you up for. “Tanjiro I don’t even think the sun is up yet..” you mumble putting a pillow over your head. Tanjiro only silently laughs before replying “That doesn’t mean we can’t wake up either, if we don’t go fast we’re going to miss our time to train before leaving!” He only flashes a beaming smile, you wished to see that smile in your dreams right now instead.

# zenitsu ! ☆

If he had to be honest ZENITSU is unironically really clumsy. Sometimes he’s doing it to get a laugh out of you, but other times he’s genuinely falling. He can’t help it! It used to be something that happened every now and then but it’s almost become more of a habit of his now.

Even if everybody knows he really is just clumsy, if your around without fail he’ll try to play it off like it was on purpose. If your around and he’s already mid fall he’s going to try and stick the landing to make it seem like he was being funny and just doing it on purpose. Other times when it’s too late to cover up his mistake he tries to cover it up with a cheesy pick up line.

You’re only sharpening your sword, admiring the peace until it’s disrupted once again. You can hear a very familiar voice chanting your name as the voice only grows closer and closer. You turn around to see zenitsu rushing towards you after turning a corner, and from what you can tell he has a couple of flowers in his hand.

It’s only when he gets closer is when he somehow manages to trip on whatever was in his path. He comes tumbling towards you as you rush to his aid only to see him quickly put a rose in his mouth. He stares at you with a prideful gaze as you bite back a laugh. You can’t hold it in anymore once he screams howling something along the lines of “THE ROSE POKED ME!!”

# inosuke ! ☆

Sleeping around INOSUKE is no fun at all. He normally has a lot of energy so staying up late is a given, if you manage to actually fall asleep before he does your lucky. If he even manages to get tired and get close to a bed you’re doomed.

When inosuke is asleep there is nothing that is going to wake him up except himself. He is stone cold asleep meaning whatever he does do in his asleep is a complete ball game to deal with. It’s obvious that he is going to be uncomfortably loud, but he really handsy and not in the romantic way at all..

You groan on the edge of the bed as the cold air breezes against you, an hour before you were very much comfortable in the bed, alone at least. The moment inosuke toppled into bed was when everything came to an end. He took all the blankets for himself, he sprawled out taking up most of the space, and did this all while asleep already.

Not to mention the fact he was almost louder than when kyojuro when he’s talking whenever he snores. Every other moment the room rattles with how loud he is. To the point where you get so fed up you grab the one pillow you can find and move to sleep on the couch. It was much easier falling asleep on the couch, the only problem is when you woke up you find inosuke still completely asleep on top of you.

# kanao ! ☆

A lot of people don’t realize that KANAO can be unusually blunt. Around you she feels more open to speak her mind about something and without realizing it. Her words can come out much more harsh than she had originally intended it.

When she’s around you she’s much more careful at watching her tongue, as she obviously does not wish to hurt your feelings. Which she is really good at!! But if you ask for honest criticism she can’t say that she won’t hold back even on you.

You stare at kanao’s paper as she continues to sketch the treeline in the window Infront of the both of you. You’re impressed by her eye for art and even wonder if she could give you some tips as well. It’s not like you haven’t been practicing after all! “Kanao? Would you mind giving me some tips on how to improve my drawing? Honest criticism please.” You ask the girl as she turns to you. Kanao stares down at your drawing seeing what she believes is a samurai down on your paper.

She looks up back at you taking a deep breath before saying, “well your drawing isn’t near accurate to what time period I assume you’re going for. The proportions are off, the armor plates aren’t in the right place, the blade is incorrect, the legs aren’t even or balance the upper body.” Your jaw drops as kanao only looks back at you putting a hand on your shoulder. “I could help you if you like.” She hopes this would make up for shock she put on your face

# genya ! ☆

While GENYA can normally keep things together, there are times where he doesn’t keep track how long he has been a demon. It’s rare considering he normally on a mission for this to ever really happen, but it doesn’t mean it hasn’t.

The mission had gone well to say the least but everything had gone on for so long. Task after task, minute after minute Genya had become more weary and more irritable. By the time he was actually released he couldn’t care about anything except going to bed. On the plus side it would mean he could see your face as well.

When he finally made it to the inn you to we’re staying at he didn’t think twice about immediately moving towards the bedrooms. He failed to see his reflection or acknowledge how loud his footsteps were moving around the house. You groggily open your eyes startled awake by the incoming noise, you don’t remember anybody staying with you. Not until a shadow peers through the doorway.

You turn around to see yellow eyes stand out from the dark hallway. They pierce menacingly almost into the room your in, slowly creeping closer in the dark. Naturally you scream but your surprised when the figure screams to. It stumbles around the room until it can see its own reflection. It’s only then when you realize it’s just genya who didn’t even realize he was a demon himself. He only mumbles out a small “ohh..” before climbing into bed to try and trying to apologize to you..

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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 | 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♔

➪ summary: afer many milestones of her brothers, she finally comes home for the first hughesbowl

➪ warnings: none (surprises?)

➪ word count: 2.6k

➪ file type: fic + one insta post

➪ sunny's notes: i'm pretty sure this was the first hughes bros fic i wrote so i definitely had to go back and rewrite a bunch of it. for a little context you're a famous youtube vlogger :) also i would definitely reread this one because a lot has changed and i wrote like a thousand more words for this one

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⟹ Sunday, December 3, 2023 @ 3:30 in the morning - Naples, Italy

“Hello everyone, my name is y/n, and welcome to my channel if you are new here and welcome back if you’re not! It is currently,” She pauses to take a brief look at her watch, “3:30 in the morning on Sunday, December 3. I am very much still in Italy, but not for long.”

The video cuts and now her camera is sitting on her desk, the windows are opened and the lights are adjusted to be a little bit brighter. She smiles brightly at the camera before she starts talking again, “So you’re probably seeing this mid-December ish whcih means you kind of already know what is going on, but. I am officially flying and moving back home.

“Italy has been such a great experience and I’ve had so much fun here, I’ve learned a ton of new things and I am so grateful for everyone I’ve met. If you know, I’ve been here for almost three years now and I think I’m starting to realize how homesick I am. It’s super nice and amazing here but if I’m honest, I kind of miss ‘the land of the free’. That was a joke, the land of the free part, trust.”

She laughs and continues, “Anyway, the main reason I have decided to come home now is because of my brothers. If you also don’t know, I have three younger brothers, Quinn, Jack, and Luke who are professional hockey players. Quinn plays for the Vancouver Canucks and the other two play for the New Jersey Devils. I honestly have missed so much of their careers, Luke especially and I just really want to be there for the first ever ‘Hughesbowl’ I think they’re calling it.”

She wipes her eyes, trying not to let the tears fall. She looks around at her room and then back at the camera, “So, I’m flying into New York this morning, my flight leaves at 7 so I should probably get going in a little bit. But yeah, I’ll see you guys when I touch down in New York!”

Videos play of y/n getting ready for the airport, all of her luggage behind her. She navigates her way through the airport, stopping to get some food at the Starbucks and a small drink before sitting and reading her book. After the montage, she is now in a car looking a little tired but her smile is still plastered on her face.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ Sunday, December 3, 2023 @ 10:21 in the morning - New York City, New York

“So as you can see, I am now in New York!” The camera pans to a girl in the driver's seat, “This is my American homie right here. Oh, it’s so weird being back, everyone still can’t walk and drive to save their lives.

“Anyway, Julia and I are heading to drop my stuff off at her place and then we’re going to go get some brunch, I think? We’ll, or I guess, I will go sightseeing. I leave for Vancouver tomorrow night so I can rest up before the shorter flight. It’s honestly, kind of fun being back home, everything is kind of like how I remembered. I might also break into Jack and Luke’s apartment to steal some Devils merch so I can wear it to the game, but yeah.”

“Do the boys know you’re going?” Julia asks, pulling into the parking lot of her apartment complex.

Y/n shakes her head, “Nobody knows except for you and Tiffany, my friend who lives in Vancouver. So that will be an additional bonus to the game. I’ve set up some things with the arena and I guess, actually, some of the team know so Brock, Petey. I think Jesper and Nico know too, we were talking a little bit earlier together when I got here. Alright, I will see you guys sometime soon!”

Another quick montage plays, Julia and y/n are out and about, going from store to store while y/n gapes at all the things she remembered about visiting Jack before she left. At one point, there was a video of her successfully sneaking into her brother's apartment and stealing one of their beanies they kept on the countertop.

The next video was of her collapsing onto a bed, “We’re home! It is now almost 10 o'clock here and I am going to get some much-needed rest. Tomorrow I think we’re going to meet up with a few more of our friends which I don’t think I’m going to vlog. Which means, I will see you all when I am headed to the airport!”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ Monday, December 4, 2023 @ 7:00 in the evening - John F Kennedy Airport

“It was already 5 and I am here at the airport,” Y/n pans the camera around before focusing it back on herself, “I am actually starting to get so nervous about this. I mean in a little over 24 hours I get to see my little brothers for the first time in almost 3 years. Wow, that is crazy to say. I ended up going out to an early dinner with some of my friends so I am definitely full for this plane ride. I am going to be landing in Vancouver around 10, basically, I’m going to be falling asleep when I get there.

“I also finished this book which will be in a different video but it was so good and I’m so glad I got to read it. I’m rambling too much, I will see you guys in Canada.”

Footage of the plane played, looking down at the ground below. In the middle of those clips, were videos of y/n either trying not to fall asleep and also her reading. Then, clips of her dragging her luggage through the airport and out the doors to find her friend's car.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ Monday, December 4, 2023 @ 10:13 in the night - Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

“Oof! It is nearing my bedtime. Also, Tiffany just mentioned to me how weird it looks that I’m coming all the way from Italy with just a suitcase and carry-on. Don’t worry, I didn’t leave my stuff in Italy. I shipped most of my things here to Vancouver because I’m planning on living with Tif over here for a while until I can afford my place. And who knows, maybe Quinn will kidnap me and force me to come live with him.

“That is completely beside the point there. I have now been in three different countries and two different continents in basically 24 hours theoretically if we look at it from completely one time zone, Pacific. I’m going to cry actually, whether that is because of exhaustion or because I get to see my brothers in less than 20 hours, I don’t know. I will see you guys tomorrow, probably somewhere close to the time I leave for Rogers Arena. Tomorrow is the day.”

The video ends with her sighing with a smile on her face, both happy and nervous for the upcoming events to happen. She went to bed that night, comfortably in another bed instead of an airplane seat once more. Tomorrow was going to be a lot and she could only hope everything went to plan.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ Tuesday, December 5, 2023 @ 6:23 in the evening - Rogers Arena

“I am now standing outside of Rogers Arena on this very cold day in Vancouver. I am really wishing I brought another coat, somehow I still have not trained my body to be adaptive in the cold.” She rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless, “We’re going to go meet with some of the people who are helping me pull this off and if everything works out you should be seeing the video Tiffany is taking from behind me mashed with another video my friend is taking from the stands.”

『••✎••』

Y/n stands nervously in the tunnel, playing with her fingers and picking at the skin around her nails. She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as she listened to the skating come to a halt. It was like her eyes were trained to find her family no matter where she was or where they were. As soon as everyone stopped and got into their lines, she let out a deep breath when her eyes focused on Quinn standing alongside the others.

His hair was longer, that was for sure. He looked older, more mature than the last time she had seen them. The last time she had actually talked to them was a few days prior, probably about a week ago. She had texted them a few times but other than that, she was too nervous she would accidentally slip up and tell them about her plan.

Her eyes moved and they zeroed in on Jack who was conveniently also standing next to Luke. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw Luke, he was taller, much taller than she remembered. Jack almost looked the same in her opinion, the only thing different was his hairstyle but even then, he looked like the younger brother who used to pester her when she wouldn’t make his Mac ‘n Cheese the way he wanted her to.

On the other hand, the boys were standing, looking at the ground while their feet shuffled back and forth to help keep them steady on the ice. Jack and Luke shoved each other once or twice playfully throughout the opening speeches. Quinn had a million thoughts racing through his head. This would be his first time playing against Luke on big league ice, his first time playing his brothers as captain of his team, the first time they would all be playing together in the NHL on the same ice and she wasn’t here.

He would never hate or relent his older sister for wanting to go off and study in another country, it was an amazing opportunity. He was, however, upset about everything that she had missed of his. Luke’s draft, Luke’s debut, Luke’s first goal, the start of Luke’s rookie season, Jack’s record-breaking season, him being announced captain, his first game as captain.

While Jack and Luke weren’t thinking about this, Quinn couldn’t help it. Y/n was his big sister, the person he had looked up to for his whole life, the person who took care of him when he took a big hit on the ice, the person who helped him through his first relationship, the person who made him soup when he was sick. She was practically everything to him. And it hurt that she wasn’t here.

“This isn’t something we normally do, but we figured since it was a special occasion we would make an exception.”

Everyone in the arena had practically gone quiet at the words, no one knew anything extra was happening tonight. A lot of friends looked at each other in confusion, the teams eyed one another - some knowling and some just as confused as the fans -, y/n got even more nervous as the words she had drilled into her head were spoken out loud.

“As everyone knows, this is an incredible thing happening tonight, three brothers playing against each other.” The said boys rolled their eyes once more but still had smiles on their faces, “We do know that there is one person missing however.”

Many fans of y/n who happened to be in the audience knew almost exactly what was happening at this moment. While she hadn’t hinted at coming back home, who else would they have been talking about? She was the only Hughes in question who wasn’t here.

“As she told me when she got here, she couldn’t miss another big milestone for her brothers. So after being away in Italy for 3 years, please welcome famous YouTuber and older sister of Quinn, Jack, and Luke Hughes, y/n Hughes!”

Cheers erupted as she stepped out onto the ice and she waved a little to the fans before being almost knocked to the ground by a body tackling her. Luke’s arms wrapped around his sister tightly, his head resting on hers. She smiled softly and wrapped her arms around him as well, “Hi Lukey.”

His voice was soft, “Hi.”

“When’d you get so tall?”

“I’ve always been tall, you’re just short.” He pulled away, his hands resting on her shoulders as he looked at her. His eyes slightly glistened with tears before he pulled her into another hug. He murmured something at first, causing y/n to have to ask him to repeat it, “I’m really really really really really happy you’re here. I don’t think I could’ve gone another six months without you.”

She frowned and squeezed him a little tired before he ultimately pulled away and let Jack scoop her into a hug as well. Compared to Luke’s, Jack’s hug was relatively short because he was now antsy. This would be the first time in years that he would be playing in front of her and he wanted to make her proud. So when he pulled away about a minute later she looked at him confused. He only smiled at her before speaking, “I got the zoomies now.”

She threw her head back as she laughed, shaking her head at him. Her eyes moved round once more to see Quinn standing a foot or two away from her. When she opened her arms, he all but dove into them like Luke had done earlier. He, however, shed a few tears as his head buried into the shoulder. She patted his back and suddenly she realized how many eyes were actually on them. So while she wanted to continue her reunion with the three of them, she whispered something into his ear and he pulled away nodding.

She waved one more time at the fans as the applause and made her way to the stands where her parents were. Once she was even slightly near her parents, Ellen pulled her into a hug, asking her a bunch of questions about when and how she got there.

『••✎••』

After the game, y/n stood with Jim and Ellen as they waited for the boys to be done. She was in the middle of catching them up on her trip here when someone came from behind and hugged her tightly, slightly lifting her up. She squealed and turned around to hit Jack on the arm, “Hey!”

“What?” He said innocently as he threw an arm around her shoulder, “Can I not hug my sister who I haven’t seen in three years?”

“Of course you can.” She wrapped her arms around his torso and side-hugged him, “You just can’t pick me up.”

He scoffed a little, “Someone’s picky.”

“Where’s Luke and Quinn?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I was too excited to see you.”

At that moment, Luke and Quinn made their appearance right behind Jack and hit him over the head. Y/n rolled her eyes before hugging each of them, Quinn’s being a little longer than Luke’s. They all stared at each other once they stopped hugging and then they looked at their parents.

“Can we go get dinner?” Jack asked.

She rolled her eyes, “Only if you’re paying rich boy.”

He shrugged before walking ahead of them. Y/n looped her arms through Quinn and Luke’s, walking down the hallway out of the arena, “Ah my favorite boys.”

“I heard that!”

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Language (The Demon Brothers)

★ Based on my language general hcs. Part 2 is here.

Hi. Today we have the demon brothers language hcs, brought to you by a single dumbass bilingual. :D

I include mentions of bilingual/multilingual MC, but I use the term MC and you interchangeably in the bullet points. It's the same thing who cares (you can also add whatever languages you think fit I am just going off vibes tbh)

★ Lucifer.

Since he was the strongest and highest ranked out of the brothers, his innate abilities were muddled the least.

This is to say that he remembers a lot from his innate knowledge as an angel, and can actually fare incredibly well on his own if you leave him in the human realm.

(the language he preferred back in his angel days was Archaic Latin, which is also Simeon's preferred language)

When Diavolo brought up the idea of the human exchange program he was like "(: ok" and binged human language for like two months straight like a total psychopath

He's like one of those fancy 10+ languages fluent polyglots (how)

Despite his fluency, it is rare to ever see him speak them. He has better things to do and prefers demon tongue.

Or if he does, the Loquar Ad Vos that was applied to you once you arrived in Devildom doesn't allow you to hear it.

You try to swear in your native language around him and oh boy it backfires

That is how you learn he's fluent in everything under the sun (exaggeration)

Frustrated, you grumble that you will learn demon tongue just to one up him

He takes it like a challenge. Enjoy reading a million books on the demonic language and having double the homework for your little joke.

(he gives you hard material to learn on purpose to see you fail. Enjoy hell buckoo. Double hell? Hell²)

You kept misspelling good morning in demon tongue as a demonic death threat and that somehow turned into an inside joke between the two of you.

He has to keep himself from chuckling whenever MC screws up words

Your accent is lovely though. Keep it up

★ Mammon.

Spanish and English.

Ok I actually can't justify myself further than "Mams would absolutely fucking go to Vegas" and the fact that USA has a large Latino population but hear me out

You cannot tell me that he would not watch telenovelas. Like. C'mon.

he has the vibes of a Spanish speaker is what I am saying

he was SO frustrated about having to learn human languages you have no idea

In fact he probably still struggles a bit and that makes him really mad

Why is it so complicated all of the sudden?! It wasn't complicated Before!

He unconsciously associates human languages with the trauma of the fall, and the stress and hurt and turbulent emotions it conveys

So learning new languages besides the two he knows is a touchy subject for him

(but like, he will learn MC's native language despite this. Whining to hell about it, but he will. Everything for MC)

You are actually very lucky that you have Loquar Ad Vos with you, bcs he actually switches from demon tongue to either English or Spanish mid sentence sometimes.

Not that you notice with your crusty translator (Loquar also works for human languages it supports), of course.

"Ayo can you [Spanish phrase], oh and give me a [English word], for a [spanglish nonsense]" <- Mammon's dumbass not functioning in trilingual

Also he has an accent but he's trying

The others are used to it so they don't question it anymore, but they deadass could not understand Mammon at some point because trilingual was not computing

It was frustrating to say the least

You two play charades with each other when the other forgets a word in your respective languages

"MC WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE ANIMAL FUCK THAT CHANGES HOME" "... Hermit crab?" "THATS THE BITCH"

★ Leviathan.

Japanese (very decent) and English (bad) are musts.

You cannot tell me for a second this fuck watches anime subbed OR dubbed. He's too weeb for that. He will watch the original dub version for the full emotional impact

He wanted to know what happens in the weeb world of the west (and internet discourse), so he learned English through shitty 2000s anime forums and Duolingo

Probably plays Duolingo competitively and/or cries if he loses his streak

His hearing and speaking English is okay, his writing is literally so so shit

Tried to learn a romantic language to be corny but failed miserably.

(He steered clear of languages his brothers know so he isn't self conscious)

It was probably Portuguese or something since Mammon kept talking about being good at figuring it out as a Spanish speaker (due to it being a romantic language)

The diacritical marks killed him on the spot

Meu português não é bom... (crying)

Victim of the you're* corrections

Runs his several-paragraphs-long rants about weeb stuff through Satan so the grammar is legit

Actually thinking about it would be absolutely fucking hilarious if he knew russian just for funsies. Yeah add Russian to the list

He sends you crusty Russian memes at unholy hours in the morning. Calls that bonding

Would absolutely swear in loud ass Russian while playing Valorant or smt

"ПИЗДЕЦ" "LEVI IT'S 2AM SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Ah + he knows Morse code (obviously). He was really excited when he discovered it and proceeded to obsess over it for like three weeks straight.

Although by the time he learned about it humans had already moved on from its wide-spead use at sea (post-1999), the Devildom Navy adapted Morse code for their own use as per Levi's command.

He teaches MC how to use Morse code (bashfully) and they send lil' messages to each other for fun

★ Satan.

He inherited a good chunk of Lucifer’s angel-knows-all-languages innate talents.

He doesn't have the angel knowledge of every language, of course, but he definitely has a really high count since birth; Unlike his brothers who had to relearn their languages of interest.

However, he can tell™ that the topic of languages is kinda taboo-y, as it signifies the traumatic fall he himself was not there to witness, and kept quiet about it.

The others (mostly) think he just learned languages in his free time.

He is the designated google translate person. When the other brothers need translations, they ask him.

He gets very frustrated when he has to translate something on the spot

Absolutely knows Chinese and Latin just to read fancy old human books and be a menace about it

He has a copy of the Art Of War in Chinese I will fight you on that

Actually he probably owns every important human book in its native language

Culprit of the you're* corrections

If he has to read another thesis-length essay abt weeb shit by leviathan he will actually lose his shit

You know the Voynich manuscript? He's probably trying to decode it for funsies.

If you and him (unfortunately) share a language, he will absolutely correct the living shit out of you when you speak it

Look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't "erm ACtuAllY" MC. You can't.

His ass does not understand slang. At all. You tell him See You Later Alligator and he'll be like "tf you smoking ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ?"

★ Asmodeus.

French. And Korean. Maybe very mid English.

Ok so french is the language of lOVe and whatever + Korea is known for their heavy beauty-focused culture

I can see Asmo definitely picking up Korean just for makeup and self care brands purposes.

Like it is easier to browse for products he wants if he can actually browse the original places/websites himself

It's just more convenient and he's actually very good at language learning

+ Korean it is a "cutesy" language so it fits his vibe.

Like he absolutely would go "안녕 teehee (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)" to look disarming is what I am saying

He flirts to hell with Solomon in French. It is a language they both know and isn't supported by Loquar for translation so nobody can snoop their conversations

If you have the misfortune of knowing French I am so sorry for you bcs they are NASTY

Solomon is teaching him English. Asmo fakes being bad at it on purpose

★ Beelzebub.

He knows a decent amount of English.

What does he use it for? Order food. Obviously.

In fact everyone kinda assumes he just knows a few food orders and that's it but no he's actually very decent at English (borderline fluent)

He learned through clunky conversation with small restaurant owners

Beel actually makes a great effort to enunciate every word clearly, so he doesn't like speaking long sentences

"Would you like Salsa with that, sweetheart?" "... Yes," <- Beel has no fucking clue wtf salsa is but it tastes good so who is he to defy food gods (a nice Mexican grandma with a killer Pozole) whom have blessed him

I also think he would probably know some kind of sign language

Fingerspelling maybe, solely because it allows him to talk while having his mouth full or bcs his games are loud and he can't hear words very well

That and, like, the Devildom equivalent of sign language. DSL or something.

Look at him. Absolute sweetheart. He would absolutely want to include deaf or hard of hearing ppl.

★ Belphegor.

Ok so

I am going to be very fr with you

I believe Belphie would be the only monolingual (demon tongue "native") of the brothers

at most he would remember a few phrases of a few languages from back when he was an angel, but not any specifics

Like this dude has ZERO interest in human culture I cannot think he would sit down to (re)learn anything

he would fall asleep trying to learn human verbs actually

He only knows how to tell you to fuck off on 4 languages (/hj)

None which you speak. So that's kinda awkward

He doesn't know how to cast Loquar (nor has any interest in learning how)

Beel casts it for him if he needs it

He can and will deadass just remove the translator spell from you if you try to annoy/interact with him (except if Beel is who casts it on you).

(so Beel now also casts Loquar for you)

Begone >:(

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me hcs #caineshcs

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Azriel Shadowsinger: Sex Habits

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: Headcanons (more like a bunch of imagines) about how Az treats his mate in the bedroom and otherwise.

Warnings: smut, smut, smut, smut, smuuuuuuut. Azriel is a switch, so is reader, swearing, lord of bloodshed cameo. This is pretty fucking dirty.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Thank you @cherryjain17 for this amazing, inspiring request. I hope I did it justice.

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Morning

-I am of the opinion that Azriel fucks you differently depending upon the time of day.

-Let's start with morning, shall we?

-Azriel is a scheduled, reliable male. Training in the morning, always, no matter the night he had before. He owed it to his High Lord to always be ready for a fight - physically, and mentally. His constant, consistent training was how he maintained that.

-However, what Rhys didn't know about what he partook in before training wouldn't hurt him.

-When Az would wake in the morning next to your - usually naked - sleeping, curled, warm body, hair sprayed across the pillows, scent unique to you filling his lungs, face painted in pure elation and serenity...

-...yeah, he would get a little hard.

-The best was when you would wake up with him, eyes dull with sleep, but their color still bright. A small, languid smile on your face. He couldn't help but touch you in that moment, his body begging him to satisfy every sense he had with the feeling of you.

-He would begin with your face, dragging the knuckle of his pointer finger across your cheekbone. Opening his palm to feel the entirety of your cheek. Tracing down the column of your throat with his pointer finger. Painting across your collarbone with every digit. Cupping your breasts delicately, fondling them, massaging them. Dragging fingers down the center of your stomach, heating up every inch of it before finally...

-...yeah, I think we get it.

-The interesting thing about sex in the morning with Azriel is that, although it begins slow, he goes fucking fast in the mornings. Pounding his fingers into you over and over again, your cum dripping down his fingers and wrist. When he finally tastes you, it's a feast. Sloppy and wet and messy and you're groaning and he's smiling so fucking big. He gets you right on the edge of euphoria before pulling back and pressing a quick kiss to your lips and turning you around, face pressed against your soft pillow, and plunging himself inside of you without a drop of mercy.

-(All of this happens within minutes because, like I said, he's got a schedule to keep).

-As he ravages you, pumping in and out and in and out faster than your brain can process, he fucking sweats. It drips down his back, down his face, across his lips, down his chest, everywhere. Your still drowsy body loves when you scrape your nails down it, coating your palms with it and fucking up his previously clean, fluffed hair with it.

-The finest, perfect part about his sex in the morning is that, even though it's rough, quick, rabid, he holds you close the entire time. He cradles your head in his forearms, litters your spine in passionate, lingering kisses, holds your hips like a cracking sculpture, caresses your scalp, thighs, and lower back.

-It is a paradox; rough yet gentle, greedy yet giving, horrid yet beautiful, quick yet endless, and hateful, yet some of the most loved you ever feel by him.

-When he finishes, and you finish multiple times, he departs you with only a kiss, and rushes down the stairs to make it in just enough time for Cassian to not suspect anything.

-He gives you smirks and winks all day anyway, much to your chagrin.

Afternoon

-Around mid to late afternoon is when Azriel tends to get an itch.

-An itch to step away from it all: his desk, his tasks, his responsibilities.

-Sometimes this itch can be scratched by something simple: a walk around Velaris, or a flight, a cup of cocoa, or even a quick nap.

-Other times, however, this metaphorical itch can only be scratched by the exclusive, spectacular taste of his mate.

-And luckily for you, Azriel is the fucking king of quickies.

-He finds you within minutes, utilizing the convenient bond cemented in his very bones, and conveys his desires with only a look.

-Some days, you decline. Too busy with work, too tired from a night previous, or just plainly not in the mood.

-On these days, Azriel understands. He leaves you respectfully, always with a short kiss and a silent promise of "later" permeating in the air.

-On the days where you do accept, however, is when Azriel truly lights on fire.

-The caveat to quickies with Azriel, however, is that he cannot risk any...leakage onto his clothing. Whether that be cum, spit, or otherwise.

-Frankly, you couldn't either. The both of you took your jobs and professionalism too seriously.

-Which is what makes these quickies so fucking good.

-He kisses you, hard, and lifts you under your ass against his waist to press you against a nearby wall, covering the both of you in shadow. He kisses you until your head spins before unzipping whatever top you have on, and claiming the shit out of your breasts.

-Gods how he loves your breasts.

-He kisses and licks, nibbles and bites, marks and marks and marks you all over your chest and ribcage, whispering words dripping in honey.

-"All mine, these are all mine, aren't they?"

-"Never going to get enough of these - enough of you."

-"I can hear your heart, baby. Need a break?"

-"Fuck you," you respond, your matching smiles and shining eyes giving away your infectious joy.

-He kisses your tits long enough to make your mouth go dry from hanging open so long, before finally making his way up to your throat, whispering "mine" along the column.

-Never leaving a mark.

-He kisses around your pulse, and sometimes you kiss around his as well, before finally recolliding his mouth with your own, and kissing you like a male starved. Mapping you like a cartographer exploding a new land. Rejoicing in the mix of your skin and your mouth on his tongue like a male on his knees in prayer.

-You would think just kisses from him wouldn't count as a quickie, but with how thoroughly and religiously and hungrily he does, you come close to release every time.

-The both of you counted it.

-On days when his cartography becomes too much to bare, or the ego in your chest roars at the thought of him getting you so close to release by just his kisses, your fingers finagle their way to the tent growing in his pants, and palm him through the leather.

-Azriel felt that, as long as your mouth was not on him, he could control himself. The bar of professionalism would be met, and the risk of leakage would be next to none.

-But you have never been one not to test a theory, especially in the name of science.

-You palm him so wretchedly ferociously and savagely that you can practically sketch the exact curve, vein, and girth of his bulge. That's how hard he gets through his pants. You wonder if there is any blood left for his brain.

-You even push him away from you and lick him through the leather, never enough to stain his pants, but enough for him to feel the heat of your tongue cupping his balls and dragging across his dick.

-Still, he never comes, not once; however, that didn't mean he didn't retaliate.

-On days when you'd suck him off this way, he strikes back like a true Illyrian warrior.

-Unforgiving, and calculated.

-He guides you away from him, and does the exact same thing to you.

-Fingers you through your pants, pressing the fabric so taught against your clit you thought you would explode, before pulling his hand away, and replacing it with his mouth. Licking your folds through the fabric, nudging your clit with his nose, devouring and consuming you through the protection of one tiny piece of fabric.

-The mix of heat and fabric is so delicious that, every time, he leaves you near tears.

-He pulls away from you slowly, makes sure you can stand on two feet, and with one last kiss to your cheek, he backs away from you.

-"Later," he whispers, one of his shadows drying the tears staining your hot cheeks. "I want more of you later. I want more of you always."

-You always somehow return to the task you were attempting to accomplish previously, mind puddy, hands shaking, and breasts deliciously sore.

Night

-So yes, Azriel likes to fuck you fast. Leave you wanting more. Drooling for him. Pooling on the floor. Left on shaking knees. Departing from you with only a few words.

-But his favorite, most beloved way to fuck you is to make love to you. Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you love.

-And that is how he does it at nighttime.

-But, I am getting ahead of myself.

-After long days of meetings, missions, planning, or even just boring paperwork, there is nothing he adores more than a quiet, serene dinner with you. He enjoys cooking the meal himself, usually making something one of you has mentioned having a recent craving for, and absolutely beaming when you finally walk through the door.

-You join him in the kitchen, and immediately wrap your hands around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He holds you close, breathing in the products in your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

-"How was your day?" you ask him.

-He's honest. Somedays he says "good," somedays he says "okay," and somedays he just sighs.

-You don't usually ask him to elaborate on those days unless you get the feeling that he wants to, but no matter what, he always asks you the question back.

-You are always honest with him too.

-After that, he finishes off dinner, and the two of you eat. Some nights it's full of conversations, sometimes superficial, like how the weather has been, but sometimes they're deep. Deep enough that sometimes he wonders if your words are able to reach inside of his brain and stroke it, hitting it exactly where he needs to be challenged, praised, or questioned.

-It was unreal every time, how well you knew him.

-Other nights, however, were coated in comfortable silence. Maybe you were both too tired to talk, or too content, or couldn't think of much to say. He never minded. If there was anything he could appreciate, it was happy, wonderful, comfortable silence. It was a sign that his day had come to an end, he had kept his Court and his people safe, and he had done at least something right.

-And what better way to bask in the safety of silence than with the person who knows you better than anyone, and the person you have more love for than stars in the sky.

-After the two of you have full stomachs, he always leads you to your shared bedroom by his arm, and pushes your chair in for you.

-Your face heats every time. Without fail.

-So does his.

-He leads you to the bedroom and kisses you once, twice, three times, before departing to take care of the dishes. He pictures how you make the mundane, simple task of getting ready for bed so godsdamn beautiful: your face cleaned, your hair refreshed, your breath newly minted, and your shoulders and jaw relaxed. A timeless beauty. A vulnerable sight, only for him.

-He finishes up and heads back to you, hands clean and soul at ease. He finds you already in bed; maybe reading, maybe writing, maybe already closing your eyes.

-He gets ready for bed himself, making sure his teeth and tongue are brushed thoroughly.

-Some nights, that is it. He joins you in bed and you drift off together, holding each other close at the beginning of the night, and closer in the morning. Smiles on your faces. Soft snores escaping you. Bodies breathing in sync.

-But not most nights.

-Most nights, after him joining you in bed, you pull him in, and kiss him so softly he barely feels it.

-But it's there.

-"Touch me, Azriel," you whisper, "and let me touch you."

-And he lets you.

-The kisses start soft, just lips on lips, before your tongue breaks his lips apart, and your bodies begin to warm up. Either he lays you down on your back or you push him down, either way, one of you gets on top of the other, and the two of you begin to do nothing less than venerate each other.

-So much kissing, so much feeling each other up and down; down each other's backs, across each other's faces, through each other's hair, across each other's stomachs, and so much breathing and groaning against each other's skin.

-This is all before a scrap of clothing comes off.

-When it does, however, Azriel undresses you like a nurse would undress a wound. Almost in slow motion, so he can take a peek at how every inch of your body looks that day. Maybe you gained a bruise, a scratch, a freckle, or a stretch mark. Either way, he wanted to make note of every inch of your body, memorizing every way your skin moved or wrinkled, your muscles flexed. He needs the image of you in his mind constantly updated.

-You do the same to him. Collecting every change in his body and adding them to his mental schema.

-When all of your clothes are finally off, and his mate stands before him completely raw, is when he begins to lose control of his mouth.

-"Gods, have you always looked like this?"

-"So warm, so soft."

-"How come every time I see you, I feel like I've spent my entire life blind?"

-His claim of never needing to resort to poetry holds true, but that doesn't mean he isn't damn good at it.

-After minutes and minutes of leaving hickeys, kisses, and indents on each other, so much so that both of your lower stomachs have begun to boil and your lungs are gasping for air, is when Azriel pulls away.

-"Can I?" he asks as he presses his forehead against yours, his hazel eyes glowing and his bulge pressed against your slick. You nod, smiling, and with one last kiss, he slides home.

-And fuck does he go nauseatingly slow.

-Even if you're on top, he ensures you pierce yourself with him with purpose, sliding his dick all the way in, all the way out, and all the way in, over and over and over.

-It was fucking heaven how well he fit in you, how he got you so wet you didn't even need to try, how deep his dick goes inside of you...

-...and how he has no qualms about never shutting the fuck up.

-Especially when you're on top - the view of you sliding him in and out of you, your body fully open to him to admire, and face at his disposal to kiss and whisper into.

-"My mate, oh my mate."

-"Right there, do you feel that? Fuck you take me so well."

-"My gods look at us, look at me in you."

-"You like that? Right there? I fucking love you. My mate. My love. My soul."

-As I said, poetry.

-One thing he never fails to take advantage of is the full-length mirror leaning against your wall, giving the both of you the perfect menu of angles to view yourselves.

-I think you know where this is going.

-"Look at us, baby. Look at us."

-"You're so fucking beautiful."

-"Look at yourself when you take me inside you."

-He goes on and on, drunk on the feeling of you, diminishing him of any sort of filter.

-I cannot imagine any reason you would want to shut up the most private, silent male in all of Prythian while he's sprouting sweet nothings to you, but if you do, there's one surefire way to do it.

-Reaching out your pointer and middle finger, only two fingers are necessary, and tracing thin lines down the veins in his wings.

-Never will you ever see him go so silent so quickly. His cheeks instantly redden and his voice escapes him. His cock begins to twitch inside you, his grip on either you or the sheets becomes so fierce his scarred knuckles turn a milk white, and his mouth falls open.'

-He becomes immediately and totally helpless.

-The two of you begin to fuck harder then, chasing the high the both of you are so close to, fucking into each other faster and faster and faster until finally you are coming on his cock, and he is spraying across your thighs.

-Finding release with a mate is different than any other - it is blinding, hot, and immeasurably pleasurable. It fills every vein in your body with a molten rapture, forcing you to collapse into his body, and his own to collapse onto yours. The bond within both of your chests throbbing in delight like a second heartbeat.

-After a few moments of you practically regaining consciousness, his warm, sweat covered body begins to move against you, making sure your head is comfortable on a pillow and your body is flat. He then presses kisses all across your face, etching a smile onto your face.

-"I still believe," he whispers against your temple, "that I will never get enough. I love you I love you I love you."

-The smell of sex and sweat vanquishes your nostrils as you stand up and head to the bathroom, Az's eyes burning holes through your skin.

-By the time you return, Azriel's arms are open to you, and you tuck yourself in. He holds you impossibly close, his miniscule chest hair rubbing against your cheek. His wings add a second layer of protection.

-Your body begins to fade, but your mind lingers a little longer to process one final statement whispered into your hair.

-"Gods, never allow me to be parted from her."

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romirola · 7 months

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Headcanons for Sleep Troubles (and Coping Techniques) of the Shaw Pack

David: Nightmares. We know from David’s audios that he had nightmares as a child. Even as an adult, David will occasionally have a nightmare that leaves him sweating and shaking. When he was an adult, David would suffer in silence, never wanting to wake Asher or face the reality that his father was no longer there to help him deal with the nightmares. Angel, however, never fails to awaken during David’s nightmares. They never pressure David to go right back to sleep. Instead, they meet David where he is, sometimes providing him with a soothing, steady monologue or letting David talk out what he can remember of his dream, until he finally feels safe and tired enough to sleep again with Angel.

Angel: Insomnia. Angel suffers from bouts of insomnia. They chalk it up to their racing thoughts and try to make light of the condition, despite the toll it takes on them. Angel loathes the way insomnia creeps into their daily life: headaches, a lack of coordination/motivation, irritability, and more. When Angel is in the midst of an insomniatic episode, David will come up with a few excuses to rationalize his staying up with Angel. He finds it easier to stay awake when in his wolf form, which just so happens to give Angel the chance to shower him with love and relax with their mate until their mind finally slows enough to let them fall asleep.

Asher: Sleepwalking and Sleep-shifting. Asher has the inconvenient habit of shifting into his wolf form and walking around the house. His penchant for wandering around means that Babe triple-checks the locks on the door at night to ensure that he’s not a covert liability. If they catch Asher mid-episode, Babe will gently usher Asher back to bed, careful not to wake him. In human form, Babe can usually figure out how to engage with Asher in a way that aligns with his current dream. When he’s in wolf-form, Babe finds that just their presence and tender insistence for Asher to follow them is enough to get him back to bed safely.

Babe: Sleep Paralysis. (I’m borrowing this headcanon from @nat-seal-well.) When Babe’s sleep paralysis overtakes them, they struggle to distinguish reality from imagination. As terrifying as it is for Asher to have to watch Babe endure whatever horrible things they see/hear/feel, he always makes sure to stay with them so that they aren’t alone when they finally come back to their senses. He’ll gently rub their forehead and kiss them, offering tactile reassurance as he whispers to them until Babe realizes they are safe and in control of their body.

Milo: Snoring. Milo snores loudly and constantly. It’s an uncomfortable disorder that not only annoys Sweetheart and Aggro, but causes Milo discomfort, too. He wakes up with a dry mouth, sore jaw, and always feels groggy upon waking up in the morning having not slept well. The problem is, no matter how much Milo wishes he could stop snoring, once he’s asleep, he has no awareness of or control over it. When Milo starts to snore, Sweetheart tries to roll Milo into a more comfortable position or prop Milo up with pillows until his snoring quiets and he settles back into a restful sleep. Sometimes, Sweetheart includes a shoulder/neck massage in their repositioning, and judging by the way Milo snuggles into their touch and smiles, he’s grateful for their touch even when he’s not conscious.

Sweetheart: Hypnic Jerk. (You know that odd experience of beginning to fall asleep, only for your part or all of your body to jerk involuntarily, bringing you back to wakefulness? That happens to Sweetheart frequently, sometimes multiple times a night.) Being a stealth, sometimes they even wake up to parts or all of their body cloaked involuntarily. It frustrates Sweetheart to no end, to be on the cusp of sleep and then have the promise of sleep suddenly ripped away from them. Some nights, they are just exhausted, and it feels deeply unfair that their active mind wouldn’t slow down to let them rest. Even when Milo’s deep in sleep, something within him must sense that his mate is in distress, because he’ll always roll over and take hold of Sweetheart until they do, finally, fall asleep.

Darling: Sleep-talking. Darling has a lot to say, both awake and while dreaming. They talk endlessly when they sleep (or chuff and growl if they fell asleep in their wolf form.) Remarkably, they never seem in distress when they sleep-talk. Instead, it sounds more like they are chatting about their day, even if their responses don’t make actual sense. (Once, Sam could’ve sworn he heard Darling say, “Why is my green paint all over the brownies, Steve Irwin?”) Sam doesn’t mind in the slightest. He loves to hear Darling’s voice and to know that they are deeply asleep, safe at his side to have any dream their heart wants to conjure in their mind.

Sam: N/A. He may not sleep often anymore as a vampire, but when he does, he sleeps deeply. It’s no surprise, as his sleep hygiene is nearly perfect. As a human, Sam had many sleepless nights due to worries, frustrations, self-destruction, and, after enrolling at D.A.M.N, all-nighters. Once he’s a vampire, Sam decides to make a deliberate effort to bring the world (and himself) more peace, and that shows up in his sleep.

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itaipava · 11 months

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— carlos sainz being a simp for you.

he always puts his arm over your shoulder without saying anything or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold yours when you approach him. kisses on the back of your hand when he’s a little distracted by the phone, but still wants to show you affection while you wait for your coffee orders at the cafe. casual hugs at concerts or festivals and him dropping a kiss on the top or back of the neck.

he quietly sneaks up behind you and puts his chin on your shoulder, one arm loosely wrapped around you. and sometimes he doesn’t say a word, casually watching whatever you’re doing on your device; but most times, he starts small conversation like what you’re having for dinner. and often he turns you around mid-conversation so that he can give you a proper hug and a few kisses on your forehead, temple and lips.

it’s not strange for him to know a thing or two about you like which days of the week you’re free. but he pleasantly catches you off-guard by remembering your favorite food, tv shows and characters, and what kinds of pets you want, even when you don’t even remember you told him. and there’s the little not-so-subtle pride and joy in his eyes and grin when he sees you’re touched although he tries to act cool about it by saying without thinking, “why wouldn’t i know that about you? we spend a lot of time together,”

he hugs with his whole heart, like he’s pouring his love for you through the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close; the kind of hugs that are just tight enough that they make you feel safe and protected. and sometimes, you’re startled by his arms suddenly encircling around you from the side or behind and he chuckles softly against your hair, “sorry baby; just wanted you in my arms,”

he loves to see you sleep. not in a creepy way, but in a genuine and loving way. seeing you sleep peacefully in his arms is one of the few things that makes him feel at peace and forget about everything; he gently runs his finger over your face, as if he’s decorating every detail of you with his fingertips. he either brushes your hair out of your face or else just stands there, watching you calmly with his eyes shining with love and affection like never before. and before going to sleep too, he smiles sideways and leaves a kiss on your forehead before carefully hugging you as if that would protect you - and him - from the whole world.

when he sees you tired or even dozing, he doesn’t think twice about pulling you to him; your head resting on his chest or his lap. he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, as if to make sure you know you’ll be safe with him, that nothing bad will happen while he’s here.

he loves taking photos of you; when you travel, you don’t even need to ask him to take photos of you, he simply takes his phone out of his pocket and says “stay there” and walks away a little and starts taking several photos of you. he also likes to take candid photos because he thinks you’re so beautiful and he just can’t resist.

he is always looking out for you in the smallest ways. hair out of place? he’ll fix it and then kiss your head while saying “i got it”. walking around? his hand is on your lower back as he guides you around. he’s also really good at reading your body language and knows when to step in if you’re feeling uncomfortable or tired; will take your hand and kiss your knuckles, saying “i got you” while he takes you home.

doesn’t like being away from you for too long. when he’s away, he sends you pictures of everything he sees and things that remind him of you. “look! these flowers are so pretty, and they’re your favorite color!” or “i’m going to bring you here someday. i promise.” will randomly facetime you just to see your face and hear your voice. from i love you’s to good morning texts, he wants to stay connected with you no matter what.

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lilacsandpetals · 1 year

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Frozen Blossoms Pt. 3

Last part here.

Next part here.

Bi-Han x F! reader

Tags and notes: Arranged marriage AU, SFW, exploring emotions, Bi-Han can be mean sometimes. Pre-MK1/MK1 AU

You were enjoying your morning, you had stayed in reading. The sunlight shone through your room and you set the book down at your bedside table near the flowers you’d received the other day. You found a decent vase to put your bouquet in and it sparked a sense of hope, that perhaps the cryomancer had started to open up to you. You had still barely spoken to Bi-Han, but you’d managed to steal a moment of his time to express gratitude for the flowers. You were hoping that you’d see him more today. You’d been excused from today’s lessons since today was the height of the Mid-Autumn Festival. You’d listened in on chatter amongst the other members of the clan. Everyone had some sort of plan. You’d wanted to ask Bi-Han if he could accompany you in festivities but that’d only be successful if you could at least find him. You left your room and began to make your way around the complex, keeping an eye out for your evasive husband. You find your way to a secluded office, the door is slightly ajar and you peek inside to find Bi-Han mulling over some documents. You knock gently. Bi-Han doesn’t bother to look up. “You may enter.”

You try to make light of the situation, it is a special day isn’t it? “You let me in pretty easily, how do you know I wasn’t an intruder?”

He rolls his eyes and much to your disappointment, he doesn’t seem to like the joke.

“Had you been an intruder I would’ve immobilized you before you got this far.”

You nod and step forward. “Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was wondering if, well…” you bite your lip, although things had improved overall between you two, casual conversation was still unknown territory. For the most part anyway.

Bi-Han tilts his head. “Spit it out.”

“Could we attend the festival? I’ve heard that the village nearby is holding some events and-“

“No.”

Your hope deflates in an instant. “No? What do you mean no?”

“I mean no, I don’t have any use in going.”

“But I want to go,” you nearly whine.

“I’m not stopping you from going,” he responds and crosses his arms.

You want to go with him. You want to walk around the decorated streets, you want to light the lanterns, you want to have dinner together, and you want to eat moon cakes with him. Who else would you do it with? The desire to counter his argument is there, but hesitancy gets the best of you for a moment. He already said no, you know he is stubborn. But you still prod. “I mean with you, I want you to go with me.”

“Why?”

‘Goodness, was he making this difficult on purpose?’

He was asking such blatant questions it almost made you self-conscious about responding. “I mean, we’re married.”

“As far as I know that’s not a requirement to attend the festival.”

Now he was truly starting to irk you. “It’s not a requirement, but I would prefer that we go together.”

“I cannot, I have matters to attend to.”

“Please? It’s one day.” You’re beginning to feel like a disappointed child.

“My duties don’t stop because it’s a mere holiday.”

“Oh.” You nod your head and slink away back into the hallway. Looks like you’re on your own again, not as if that was out of the ordinary. You just hoped this time would be different.

And so you busy yourself around the complex. You didn’t realize that not having to attend any lessons would leave you quite bored. You didn’t feel like reading anymore and everyone else seemed to be busy with their own plans. At some point, you end up making your way to the kitchen. Maybe you could make some tea and then go for a walk in the village on your own.

You begin to brew the tea to your liking when you hear a door slide open. “Oh, Y/N?” You turn around and smile “Hi Tomas.” You glance back at the teapot. “Do you want some tea?”

“Sure.” He goes to sit at one of the tables nearby and you turn back to the teapot. You haven’t really interacted with him one-on-one before, it's always been in a communal environment. Your mind rummages through conversation starters. You suppose you could ask him about training. Or maybe about some recent mission? Although Bi-Han and the others still seemed very secretive about that… maybe you could ask him about how he joined the Lin Kuei? But before you can speak up, he beats you to it.

“So, what’re you and Bi-Han up to today?”

You sigh quietly and crack your knuckles out of habit. That was perhaps the one question you didn’t want to answer. “Ah, just the usual.”

“You’re not doing anything special today?”

You turn to him briefly and shake your head before pouring a cup of tea for you both. You walk over to the table and sit down across from him. “No, Bi-Han is busy today.”

“He is? I guess that makes sense. He takes his role of future Grandmaster seriously.” Tomas replied, he blew on the cup and took a sip. Now, Tomas didn’t know much about what it took to be Grandmaster, at least not more than what the rest of the Lin Kuei were aware of. But provided that nothing extremely urgent was of concern, he’d seen their current grandmaster take a break on festival days. Even if he didn’t attend the actual festivals often, he would still take the day to rest and spend time with his family.

Now Tomas had plans with Kuai Liang for the evening. Kuai Liang was aware that in recent years his father preferred to stay in for the festival, but he had also asked Bi-Han if he wanted to go into the village with them. Unsurprisingly, Bi-Han declined the offer. They thought nothing of it and considered it a change of heart with Bi-Han, they hoped he had plans with his wife.

Tomas should feel surprised, but a part of him is not.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the slight disconnect at dinner. Neither Bi-Han nor his new bride seemed to be very familiar with one another even after some time had passed. Y/N would keep up her chatter but it came off as a sort of an anxious habit. Perhaps to cover up any relationship issues between them? At least, that was his theory.

You watch the smoke dance from your teacup and into the air before taking a small sip. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, Kuai Liang and I are going to this restaurant in the village, Madame Bo’s.”

“I’ve never heard of it?”

“You’d love it, Madame Bo is the owner of the establishment and she actually used to be part of the Lin Kuei.”

You chuckled lightly. “Really? That’s quite the career change.”

Tomas smiled before taking another sip, “Her food is to die for. You have to try it someday.”

You give him a small nod. Maybe you could ask to join them? Surely it wouldn’t burden them?

You grip the side of your dress, nervous to speak up.

But why be nervous, they’re your family now aren’t they? “Could I go with you?”

“Sure!” Tomas exclaimed. “At least I won’t be the third wheel now,” he said with a light chuckle. Relief flooded your being and excitement took its place. “We’ll leave just before sunset.”

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This was the first time since the wedding that you had gotten to dress up, although at the wedding you couldn’t exactly savor the moment due to the circumstances of it all. But today would be different, you would be enjoying time with your new family, or at least part of your new family.

Now here you were in front of a mirror, trying to ensure you looked good for the occasion. You slipped into a new dress you’ve been meaning to wear and were tending to your hair when the door opened. You turned around, it was your husband. You give him a little wave and he responds with a nod of acknowledgment.

You turned back to the mirror, fiddling with a pin. He watched you as you did, you reminded him of a delicate doll. The color of your dress complimented your skin tone, as did your hairpiece. “Where are you going?”

“The village, remember I mentioned the festival?” You said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t counter your plans. Thankfully you hear something that you likened to a hum of approval.

Once you’ve checked yourself in the mirror one final time you head for the exit of your bedroom, glancing back quickly at Bi-Han, he seems to be preoccupied. Maybe next year he’ll come with you, you two could go as a couple, or maybe it’s wishful thinking. Before you can turn to leave, your husband utters your name.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t get into trouble.”

You smile faintly, although a forlorn feeling was behind it. “I won’t.”

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You meet up with Tomas and Kuai Liang, eager to join in the festivities. The town is lively, the streets filled with families enjoying their time together, and little children run about carrying their lanterns. It’s a refreshing sight.

Madame Bo’s restaurant is lively as well, and you lag behind Tomas and Kuai Liang as they make their way to the table. There are so many people around, and so much excitement, the lanterns within the restaurant help create an even more comforting ambiance. You’re so focused on all that is around you, that you almost fail to notice that there is someone already sitting at the table you’ve been led to. She shoots you a gentle smile and you return the gesture before she greets Tomas and then finally Kuai Liang, whom she definitely seems to be more familiar with. “Who is that?” You whisper to Tomas. “Harumi, she’s someone special to our brother here,” he says and briefly gestures to them. Kuai Liang then turned to you. “That’s my sister-in-law that I told you about, Y/N.”

Harumi smiles at you “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you respond kindly.

Harumi is lovely. She is kind in her interactions with you and Tomas, and well adept in conversation. You tried to keep up in conversation with the three of them, but you were very distracted, to put it lightly.

You can tell how much she and Kuai Liang care for one another. Those two cared for each other, you could tell by how they interacted. It’s not as if they blatantly declared their love for one another in front of you in Tomas, but they might as well have. Her hand laid in his frequently throughout dinner, they shared pieces of pomelo, she stole sips from his osmanthus wine, she’d feed him pieces of meat from her plate when he’d eaten all of his, and he would gently brush her hair out of her face when she ate her noodles. And now the pair of love birds were sharing a moon cake for dessert. Harumi broke off a piece and fed it to her lover, who placed a chaste kiss on her hand as a thank you.

You could see why Tomas didn’t want to be the third wheel. Watching them be so happy… you hated to admit it but you were jealous.

Those two beamed with affection. They were gentle with one another and considerate of each other. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but it made you wonder if you could ever be like that with Bi-Han. At least to you, it wasn’t likely. You wished he had just come with you. Part of you worries as to why he didn’t. Did he just not care? What if he was spending the evening with someone else?

For your own peace of mind, you decided to remove yourself from the table, at least for a bit. “If you’d excuse me, I ate too much, I’m just going to get some fresh air,” you said and stood up with a sheepish smile. Harumi sneaked a look at Kuai Liang and then back up at you, “Do you want me to go with you?”

Tomas glanced back at your plate, you really hadn’t eaten much in his opinion… he turned his gaze towards you “I’ll go with you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” You didn’t want to dampen Tomas’ mood along with yours.

“I need to take a break from eating too, I’m stuffed, so fresh air would be good right now.” He gets up and waves off the couple at the table before following your lead.

You both walk out to the balcony on the second floor of the restaurant. Not many people are out there and the moon shines bright upon you both. You take a deep breath and intake your surroundings. Though it’s getting late into the night, there are people still conversing and celebrating below. You wished you could halt your thoughts for at least tonight, but you weren’t so fortunate. Part of you wished you had just gone home to your parents to celebrate. But the trek was far and you knew it would look a bit rude if you had run off to your parents' clan so soon after your wedding. But maybe you’d feel better if you did. You'd be distracted, and you wouldn’t be thinking about the lack of love from your husband.

It vexed you that on a holiday honoring two lovers, you were feeling the sting of being unloved. You wrapped your arms around yourself as a breeze danced past you. Tomas watched the festivities carry on below before looking back at you, “are you cold? We can go back inside.” You shake your head, “No, no I’m fine.” Tomas nods his head, “so, do you think Kuai Liang and Harumi will marry? I don’t think I could see him with anyone else.”

You nearly scoff but catch yourself, “Definitely, you can tell they hold much affection for one another.”

He smiled slightly “Good point, I’m glad they found one another. Kuai Liang has liked her for so long, it’s good to see them be happy together.”

You forced a smile. You wished you had a relationship like that.

Tomas took note of your discomfort, he supposed he should have known better considering the day and topic. “So, how’ve you been liking life at the complex?”

You shrugged your shoulders “It’s nice, most of the people I talked to are nice, like you.” You try to lighten the mood and nudge him with your elbow. He chuckles. “Glad I’m on your good side then.”

——————

Guilt was a peculiar thing to Bi-Han. It was an emotion he seldom felt. On occasion, it would plague him. Like when he snapped at Kuai Liang and Tomas when they came to check on him one more time after their mission the other night. Or like when he yelled at his father for falling too deep into grief very shortly after his mother’s death. Or maybe like when he can’t sleep, wishing he had spent more time with his mother.

Bi-Han rarely feels guilt, but he does so now when he looks at the flowers you’d put in the vase at your bedside. The flowers that he gave you that day, he attempted to pick them carefully, racking his brain to remember the ones you seemed to prefer the most. At the end of it, he tried to find some sort of ribbon, but all he came across was a twine that he messily tied together.

Yet you took care of those flowers so graciously. You had come up to him that next morning in passing. A smile was wide on your face and eyes vibrant with something he might liken to the all-so-unfamiliar look of hope. He acted rather dismissive, but he would be lying to himself if he said seeing you like that didn’t please him.

He should have just accepted your invitation. What he worked on today was not that important. It’s laughable, and he still despised that you could put him in such a pitiful state, but he was nervous. He wouldn’t know how to go about acting like a normal couple with you, engaging in romantic sentiments. Would that even be possible?

He doesn’t know how to truly connect with you. He doesn’t know how to truly care for you.

He doesn’t know how to be a husband.

It’s starting to get late, and he doesn’t know for sure if you’ve come back yet. He steps out of the bedroom and begins walking around the estate. Did you go with anyone? What if you went with another man? Some sort of lover of yours? Oh if you had he wouldn’t hesitate to slit the man’s throat right in front of you. But he doesn’t remember you ever mentioning one? Or were you just good at hiding it? Perhaps he is overthinking. Maybe you went by yourself?

He should have asked you. He should have just gone with you.

So here he finds himself slightly embarrassed, standing in his father’s quarters, asking his father if he’s seen you.

“As her husband, you should know. It is a holiday after all.”

Bi-Han grit his teeth. He understood he was in the wrong, he didn’t need a scolding from his father.

“Grandmaster, I am asking for your assistance, if you can’t provide it then I’ll be on my way.”

His father shakes his head, he would have spent the majority of this day with his wife had she still been here, his kids included, provided no emergencies were present.

How times have changed.

The fact that his son still resisted the marriage so much disappointed him. He’d seen the way you two struggled to interact, no matter how much you tried to hide it at dinner. Yet he thought that today could possibly be an opportunity for his son to right his wrongs.

Bi-Han, ever so impatient when it came to his father, turns around and before he can leave his father's voice echoes in the room, “She went to the village with your brothers, by now she must be at Madame Bo’s Teahouse with Kuai Liang and Tomas.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster.”

——————

Bi-Han made his way through the dwindling crowd and bumped into a few individuals along the way. He made his way to Madame Bo’s. At this point, it seemed like most customers were on their way out. He rolled his eyes when someone scowled at him for accidentally knocking off their hat. His eyes scan the place before running into the owner of the restaurant herself.

“Madame Bo,” he spoke and bowed his head. She was an elder of the Lin Kuei, albeit formerly, but he’d offer her due respect nonetheless. “Bi-Han, I’m surprised to see you here, looking for your brothers?”

“Yes, have you seen them today?”

“Mhm” she hums and gestures to the second floor, their table is up there. “Thank you,” he replies and starts to make his way upstairs before Madame Bo’s voice rings in his ear. “I met your wife, she’s quite the looker.” Madame Bo chuckles when Bi-Han furrows his eyebrows. She then waves him off.

So he makes his way up, immediately catching sight of Kuai Liang and a woman who looks oddly familiar. The woman catches sight of him first, and gently shakes Kuai Liang’s arm, prompting him to turn around. “Brother! I didn’t know you were coming, would you like to eat with us? I’m sure Madame Bo wouldn’t mind-”

“I’m not hungry.” He tilts his head towards the woman, was she the object of his brother’s affection? “And she is?”

Kuai Liang lights up, “Bi-Han this is Harumi, you remember her don’t you? We used to play together when we were children.” She smiles at him “Bi-Han it’s been so long.”

He forces a smile, “Yes, it’s nice to see that you are well.” He had questions about when and how his brother had rekindled a connection with Harumi, and how he hid the relationship so well, or did he even hide it? Was he so oblivious to his brother’s activities and whereabouts?

Before either of them can ask him anything else he speaks up, “Where is my wife?”

“Oh she’s on the balcony, she wanted some fresh air.”

“Thank you.” He starts off towards the balcony but begins to slow down the closer he gets.

You and Tomas are leaning against the railing, breaking apart the last piece of a mooncake and eating it together. You two are a bit too close for his liking. You are smiling, you’re engaged in conversation. Tomas is equally as into the conversation. He doesn’t even know what you two are talking about, but for some reason it makes his blood boil. He wants to snatch you away and bring you home. Perhaps he is acting childish, but he practically stomps over to you two and grips Tomas’ shoulder, causing you both to look at your husband. Tomas’ eyes widen, “Bi-Han! I didn’t know you were coming,” he glances between you two, “I’m going back inside for some final snacks, it was nice talking to you Y/N!”

Tomas makes his way back to the couple at the table, he is surprised to see Bi-Han show up, but he is happy about it nonetheless. He could tell that you were disappointed and so he tried to lift your mood as best he could, although he didn’t know how successful he was. Maybe your husband could get the job done.

——————

Bi-Han’s gaze is harsh and you match his look.

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, but appears like you are doing just fine.” He grabs your wrist. “We’re leaving right now.”

You snatch your wrist out of his grasp and lean back against a nearby column. “No, I do not want to go.” You didn’t want to go back to the Lin Kuei’s complex, you didn’t want to go back to a bedroom that lacked any comfort with a husband who seemed more indifferent to you than anything. You just wanted to be away from everything, at least for a bit longer.

“Then what?! Do you intend to stay here all night?” You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “what do you care?”

He clenches his jaw, you were noticeably smaller than him, he could snatch you up and bring you back home kicking and screaming if he wanted to. “Why else would I be here? You are my wife” he hisses.

You know that arguing right now probably isn’t the best idea, but you’ve felt so dejected as the night went on. “If I recall correctly you said that I’m your wife only in title, and nothing else, right? So what do you care if I spend here all night alone?’

You can feel tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you blink them back. You won’t allow him the privilege of seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He’s not worth that, not yet, or maybe he never will be.

Bi-Han narrows his eyes, you were twisting his words. Or maybe he had truly meant that at the time. Yet in this moment, it was different. He did care, maybe he was beginning to want you as more than a wife simply in the title. He desired more of you.

So what was truly stopping him? Perhaps he was his own worst adversary.

He can’t bring himself to apologize, he has rarely ever apologized to anyone. “That was then, that is not my sentiment anymore.”

You shake your head, looking at the lanterns that hang above you, “how can I even be sure of what you say?”

“Allow me the opportunity to prove my worth.”

“How?” you scoff and narrow your eyes at him, “you can’t just bring me a new bouquet of flowers and think all will be fixed.”

He resists the urge to let out a sigh, “That is not what I am asking of you.”

“Okay, then what are you asking of me?’

He is hesitant to reach out to you now as if you’re too delicate for his touch. He hopes he did not grab your wrist too harshly before.

If he could so carelessly touch you then, why is he having so much difficulty now? Why were you so seemingly out of his reach, even when you were standing right in front of him? How could everyone get along with you so well but him?

Yet he thinks of the talk he had with Kuai Liang and he thinks of how happy a small bunch of flowers made you.

And the realization hits him, that perhaps, it is no fault of yours. That maybe he truly is too arrogant and brutish for his own good, at least when it comes to you.

So this time he reaches for your hand gently. He is seldom one to not maintain direct eye contact, but there is a sense of shame that is gnawing at his very being now, and he can’t look you in the eyes just yet. His eyes are focused on your hand.

“I know I am not an ideal husband.” He pauses before his eyes slowly trail up to meet yours, and he is convicted by the exhausted look they harbor.

“Truthfully, I do not know what to do. I took you in as my wife due to it being required of me, I did not want to marry, and I figured it a waste of time. But the thought of you has intercepted my every move even so.” His grip on your hand tightens and you can feel your heart start to beat slightly faster. “I am unaware of how to get closer to you. You are at ease more with others than you are with me and I detest it for reasons I don’t fully comprehend.”

You take in each word he speaks and take a moment of pause before responding, “I don't know how to go about any of this. I didn't want to get married either. But we are married now. I don’t want to live the rest of my life lonely. What do I have to do to make you understand that I am on your side? I vowed to be your partner in this life but I am yet to truly act on that because you don’t give me the chance. I want to know more about you, I want to be able to enjoy my time with you, and I can only wish that you would do the same.”

He is left without a word to utter. He didn’t know you had felt that way, he was unaware that you ached for similar sentiments. “I am willing to try.”

——————

And so you make your way home. He has not let go of your hand since you left the Teahouse There’s a silence between you two but this time it’s more of an understanding one. The village has fallen into a quiet bliss. The only sounds prevailing through the air are of shopkeepers closing up for the night, and some lingering civilians. You tuck a piece of your hair back behind your ear. You’ve both made the commitment to do better, but you wonder if he’ll truly keep his word. You hope that he does.

By the time you’ve returned to your room, you’re worn out, your bed is practically calling out for you. You sit down in front of the mirror, quickly wiping off the makeup and then struggling to remove some of the pins from your hair, you wince when one of them gets stuck.

A hand rests on your shoulder, almost hesitantly. “Calm down, you’ll only get it more tangled.” You drop your hands to your side, and to your surprise, he successfully removes the pin. “Thank you,” you mumble and hastily grab the hem of your dress and raise it slightly. You realize neither one of you has changed in front of the other. Maybe Bi-Han had, but if he did, he did so while you were asleep. His eyes widen briefly at the sight of you lifting your dress. “I’ll turn around,” he says hastily. You nod and continue to get changed before crawling into the bed, falling asleep mere seconds after your head hits the pillow.

Once he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep, he gets ready for bed. The reality of the agreement he’s made with you hits him. To properly bond he would realistically have to open up to you. Which appeared rather daunting. Which was pathetic of someone like him, if he’s being honest. Neither combat nor battle frightens him, but the prospect of bearing his heart to you does. He is never one to doubt himself, but he still wonders if he will be able to follow through. He supposes that only time will tell.

He gets into the bed and covers you with the blanket again, you had a bad habit of falling asleep without it or somehow getting it off of you in the middle of the night. Usually, he’d fall asleep facing away from you, maintaining a reasonable distance. Now he does face you. He hates how embarrassingly timid he is when it comes to granting you affection, it’s unbecoming of him. He is apprehensive, but his hand reaches out to touch your face, and his thumb gently caresses your cheek, he’s never felt something so soft. But you begin to stir and he immediately snatches his hand back. He longed for your touch but was weary of it all the same. And so he is caught off guard when you move in your sleep to be practically up against him. He pauses, part of him wants to shove you off of him. Yet would it be so wrong of him to savor the moment?

——————

“Did you escort Harumi back to her residence?”

“I did. What happened with Bi-Han and Y/N?” Tomas shrugged. “I tried to give them some privacy, but I think they were arguing out there.”

Kuai Liang sighed, he had hoped his brother had addressed his shortcomings this evening, not argue over it.

“But they left a little before we did, and I saw them walk away hand in hand.” Tomas smiled, “I think they’ll be okay.”

——————

Your eyes flutter open the next morning, you expect to be alone again. Yet you feel something draped across your body, and come to realize it’s Bi-Han’s arm. His breath gently brushes up against your cheek as he sleeps.

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Rainy days, mysterious notes, and wet apologies (8)

Summary: Y/n forms closer bonds with her hybrid roommates, sometimes a bit too close, the mysterious notes the Y/n keeps receiving are making her hope that it’s just a prank and Y/n gets an apology from someone.

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Why is it so damn hot?!

I sat up so I could see my bed and figure out why I was so hot, glancing to my left I quickly ripped back the blankets expecting it to just be tangled up, but what I saw was far from that. Lying beside me was Hoseok, his orange fox ears flattened on his head, he groaned before shuffling around a bit and reaching for the blankets without opening his eyes, he pulled them back up to his head so you would only be able to see his hair and ears.

What on earth is he doing here!

I pulled the blankets back down away from him again hoping that my mind was playing tricks with me, and it wasn’t really Hoseok in my bed, he let out an annoyed sigh before sitting up, his hair was messy and sticking out all over the place, he barely opened his eyes as he faced towards me.

"Will you stop that? I'm trying to sleep."

"W-What are you doing in my bed?" I said to him still a little freaked out.

"We told you there was no room on the couch, and you said you would give us your bed if there was enough room, and there is." He explained as he kept patting the bed looking for the blankets which I kept moving slightly further away from him.

"That’s not what I meant! I meant that you - wait, we? -"

"Will you two be quiet and stop moving? Some of us want to keep sleeping." Said a tired voice, I glanced to where the voice came from, I let out a scream as I saw another person in my bed.

Why is everyone in my bed!

At the end of the bed, lying sideways was another bunch of blankets, this one had black cat ears sticking out the top along with black hair, the sound of someone shushing me filled my ears as I turned back to Hoseok. He had his finger to his lips indicating me to be quiet, he slowly moved his finger over to my lips before grabbing the blankets and lying back down.

"I- "

Hoseok’s hand shot up, covering my mouth again stopping me from talking. "No more talking, Y/n." He said sleepily and then put his arm back down and into the blankets. He shuffled a bit more before stilling, I could still see the slight rise and fall under the blanket from his breathing. I turned to look back at Yoongi, he had slightly shifted, but seemed as though he had gone straight back to sleep.

What the...

I didn't want to wake the boys again, they clearly wanted to sleep, and they obviously needed it, I slowly slid out from under the covers and tried to neaten up my side of the bed before rounding and headed into the bathroom to wash up. When I came back out both boys were still sleeping in the bed, the blankets were tossed and messy, but they seemed comfortable, so I crept out and closed the door trying not to disturb them. Walking into the kitchen I saw most of the other boys sitting around doing their own thing, it was mid-morning, so most of them were awake, opening the fridge I grabbed out some milk to make cereal, as I was choosing which flavour I heard knocking at the front door, the boys must have heard it too as their conversations died down and their attention was now focused on the door.

As I made my way to the door some of the boys followed behind, they seemed to be a bit on edge, but followed me none the less, curios as to who was here since I never mentioned anyone coming over, I unlocked the door pulling it open, on the other side, stood Jiyoon.

"Hey Y/n, I just came to- " Her words seemed to fall short as I saw her glance behind me, her gazed lingered at the boys behind me while I scratched my brain trying to remember why she was here.

"Oh crap, Yeah, I'll go get it. I totally forgot you were coming by.” I confessed to her, I had forgotten that she was coming over to pick up the ointment I borrowed and her food processor, she let me borrow it a few weeks ago for a recipe, since I don't have my own. I opened the door wider for her to come in, she seemed hesitant, but followed me anyways, I turned the corner and began digging through the cupboard trying to get out the appliance which I pushed to the back along with all the other unused containers, lugging out the large object, I plopped it onto the bench and turned to Jiyoon.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't even introduce you guys. Jiyoon this is Jungkook, Jimin and Seokjin, they're staying with me until the storm passes." I explained to her feeling a bit guilty.

"O-oh, uh, nice to meet you… guys." She said as she reached for the processor, her eyes seemed to wander around until she looked towards the couch clearly noticing the other two boys, Taehyung and Namjoon, who were watching the interaction from afar, the boys seemed to nod at her greeting before she made her way back to the door. "Thanks Y/n."

I smiled letting her know she was welcome, and just like that as fast as she got here, she was gone, so I went back to making my cereal and eating at the table, Jimin came over to sit with me and shortly after Jungkook came to sit down too. It didn't take long before it was time for us to head out so the maintenance could come and fix the sink, it took some time to wake up the two men occupying my bed and after some whining, pleading and making a deal, which they definitely came out on top of, we eventually all got out the door and headed for the elevator.

Once the doors opened, I stepped out looking around before spotting some seating over by a window, I made my way over with all the boys following behind me. I saw a few people glance our way, but I paid them no mind, we made it over to the seats and everyone sat down in their own chairs that were situated around a small coffee table.

"Okay, maintenance said that it would take an hour or two, so we'll be here for a bit." I smiled at the boys. "They have a small library and cafe if we get hungry and I bought some card games if you want." I placed the deck of uno cards on the table and went searching through my bag again getting out my phone and notepad just in case, the small coffee table had various magazines and what looked to be a biography, which Namjoon had picked up and started reading.

Yoongi sat to the left of me and Namjoon to my right, Jungkook and Jimin sat opposite me and they seemed to look a bit awkward and kept looking over to me, deciding to ignore their antics I instead looked around the lobby, I could see Yeonjun over at the service desk area chatting with Soobin another worker, they seemed to notice me and sent a small wave, looking over to the entrance, coming in wet from the outside rain was Jessi, her long hair was clinging to her skin as she quickly grabbed a towel from a cart, she looked around and met eyes with smile giving a polite smile, although far away I could still see the confusion that was on her face as she looked over our way before looking away.

I turned again, but this time someone was in the way, Yoongi, he still looked just as tired as when I woke him up before, he seemed to relax more, but still kept his eyes barely open, his hair was a bit messy so I reached forward, leaning on my chair, using my finger I swept away a chunk of hair from his face and tucked it back so it wouldn’t bother him, I noticed some fur on his black cat ears that was sticking out, like someone brushed it the wrong way, I moved my hand further up and ran it over the uneven fur a few times before it started to match in better with the rest before smiling at my handy work and bringing my hand back down to my lap.

Yoongi turned to face me, he seemed a bit shocked, but I didn’t give him time to say anything as I turned around to look out the window.

Most of the boys fell into their own conversations and thankfully time was passing fast, my chair was closest to the window, so I spent my time watching the rain and plants. The rain was torrential now, heavy and nonstop, the clouds were so dark that everything had dark shadows over it. But the week was almost ending so this was the last stretch before it started to slow down, I watched as the water droplets landed and slid down the leaves of the plants outside, seeing the droplets race down the window to reach the end at the bottom.

"Y/n, can we go to the cafe?"

I turned around to face the boys again, I smiled and nodded my head before scooping up my belongings and swinging my bag over my shoulder, I waited for the others to stand up and then started heading towards the cafe.

Along the way I spotted Yeonjun again as he made his way over to us. "Hey Y/n, what's up? Everything okay? I don’t see you down here much." He said, stopping in front of me.

"Hey, maintenance is fixing some things in my apartment, so I figured we would go to the cafe." I said to him, I saw him look behind me confused, but smiling politely. "Oh, these are my friends, they all are staying with me for a little while." I explained, giving a quick introduction to each person.

"Well, I have to get back to work, so I'll see you around. It was nice to meet you guys!" Yeonjun said as he hastily made his way back to the front desk. We continued on our way to the cafe, a few people here and there gave a polite wave, except for the couple who lived under me, who just so happened to be sitting at the café entrance, Jangho and Eun, they seemed to glare at us all as we passed by.

Sheesh

Finally, we got inside the cafe and took a seat at a booth, everyone got a menu, and we began looking through them. "Order whatever you guys would like. I think I'm going to get this one." I told them, pointing to what I was interested in and showing to Jungkook who had raced Jimin to sit next to me, he nodded as he looked over the rest of the menu.

I was sitting across from Hoseok, and Taehyung sat next to his right, followed by Yoongi then Namjoon. On my side of the booth Seokjin sat across from Namjoon, followed by Jimin and then came Jungkook who was next to me, thankfully they had booth for 8 people. Once everyone knew what they wanted me and Jungkook went up to the register where the staff took our orders, I felt bad that we had such a large order as I could see her struggling to get everything down on the computer and repeat it back to us, in the end we made sure we had everything and gave her our table number then went back to the booth.

It took a while for the food to come out but when it did, we all dug in, my food was great and looking around the table it seemed that most of the boys liked theirs as well. I quickly grabbed out my notepad flipping a few pages to find the right one before scribbling down some of the things we had ordered.

"What are you doing?" I looked over to see Taehyung and Hoseok looking back at me, Hoseok had his face stuff with food and his cheeks puffed out, he looked just like a chipmunk, their gaze lowered looking at the note pad under my hand.

"Oh, well, I need more ideas for the menu at the cafe, so when I find things that I like, I write them down, so I can research them and see if they'd work for the new menu." I said smiling before looking down to finish the name of the dish.

"What do you need a new menu for?” Yoongi asked. “What’s wrong with the old one?”

“Oh, there’s nothing wrong, but every few months we try and switch it up, try new things, see what popular, and what isn’t.”

I continued to explain to them how a new menu works like an experiment, we see what people like and we keep it on the menu, whatever isn’t selling we’ll we take off the menu, We spent the rest for the time we had at the café talking, I’m sure the staff were annoyed that we didn’t leave, but it wasn’t against the rules or anything, a friend of mine Giselle, had spotted us at some point came over to say hello, we hadn’t seen each other in a while so it was nice to catch up.

We left the café and began walking back to the room, maintenance rang to let me know that they had finished, and we could go back up, the seven hybrids behind me never seemed to fail to catch everyone attention, as I felt many eyes on us during the trip back, everyone got in the elevator, and we pressed the level we needed to go to.

“Hey, Y/n.”

I turned to my side to see Chaeryeong standing there looking at me. “Hey, Chaeryeong, how are you? All this rain? You must be loving it!”

“It’s so calming and I get to spend more time catching up on my shows.” She laughed, we chatted for a bit, and I introduced the boys behind me, Chaeryeong seemed hesitant to greet them, but did none the less, soon enough we got to our level, saying goodbye, we headed back to the apartment.

As soon as we got into the apartment everyone seemed to lay down because they were exhausted from being out and about and from socialising, I checked on the new tap, checking it out and making sure it works before getting started on dinner.

I didn’t tell Seokjin I was cooking this time as I wanted him to rest, since they got here he has been helping around the clock, cleaning, cooking, he even made sure the couch beds were neat. I used some left-over kimchi that my mum had gifted me and some other ingredients to make kimchi stew with and a side of rice, it had been a while since I made a nice hot meal that wasn’t something quick and easy to get me through the night and to the next day. I plated up the food which ended using almost all of my dishes, meaning that I’d probably be up late washing them all, and started placing it on the table in front of the seats, leaving two on the other side for myself and whoever chose to stand up due to the lack of seats.

It didn’t take long for the boys to notice the food was being put out and they all came out from the rooms and areas and began to sit down at the table, all the boys sat down except for Namjoon who stood up as he usually did, once everyone was here, I started eating my food.

I looked up to notice that no one else was eating, they were just kind of looking down at their plates. “Is everything okay? Do you guys not like Kimchi stew? I-I can make something else!” I said suddenly, getting nervous that they didn’t like it, different meals raced through my head, but as I turned to go get something else, someone finally said something.

“No, it’s okay Y/n. It’s just…” Seokjin trailed off stopping his sentence not knowing what to say next and looking around the table.

“This is the first hot home cooked meal that we’ve had in a long time.” Yoongi finished for him, I turned to look at him, he seemed sad, but almost happy at the same time, the room seemed to fall into an odd silence as no one knew what to say next.

“Oh… I see. Well, I hope it’s good then!” I said trying to cheer up the mood, I saw a few smiles break out among all their faces. “Please, eat! I haven’t made any in a while so hopefully it’s as good as I remember.” I said, as I then continued to eat my own food, it took few seconds, but eventually everyone else started eating too.

“Y/n! This is delicious!”

“It’s amazing!”

“Mmmhhff!” The boys gushed at the food which made me blush, I thanked them for the compliments as we all fell into a conversation, laughing and giggling, telling jokes and old stories, it was like the tension from before was completely gone, despite only knowing them for the past few weeks it felt like I had known them all for years. My heart swelled as we all talked over each other, the sound filling the room, I could see the pure happiness on their faces, full of food, but still screaming at each other, and their big smiles, except of one person, Namjoon looked uncomfortable, troubled, almost sad in a way, as though he was fighting a war behind his brown eyes, not truly knowing where he stood on his own battle ground, he put on a fake smile when everyone started laughing and kept his head down eating his food.

Is he alright?

I reached my hand out towards his shoulder, he looked up at me from his slouched position, but just as I was about to ask him, I heard a knock at the door.

Who could that be?

I excused myself from the table and headed over to the door trying to be quick so I could get back, I flicked the lock and pull the door open, but no one was there, I poked my head out and looked left then right, a small glimpse of hair swishing past the corner, too far to make out a colour, but other than that there was no one in sight. It must have been more teens playing games or something by knocking and running, so I stepped back and closed the door.

As the door closed a gush of air from underneath pushed into the hallway, I heard a sound and felt something touch my feet, so I looked down only to find a piece of paper.

That's odd.

I bent down and picked it up carefully, it was a plain piece of paper, regular size, but it was folded in half, hesitantly, I pulled open the paper to see what was inside. Cut up letters from a magazine jumbled around the centre of the paper forming words, there were still some traces of glue around the edges and some of the letters stuck up at their corners.

‘Get those filthy animals out of here!’

What?

My eyes scanned over the paper, over and over again, trying to make sense of the words.

Why would someone leave a note like this?

Surely this is a joke, right?

My hands started shaking slightly as I became lost in my thoughts until someone yelled out to me asking if everything was okay. I couldn't let the boys see this letter, so I quickly scrunched it up and stuffed it into my pocket, turning back and making my way to the table.

Surely that’s just a joke, right?

The note plagued my thoughts for the rest of the night, but I tried my best to still have fun and enjoy the night with the boys, most of them seemed to head to bed around the same time, so after we all said our goodnights, I retreated back into my own room to try and get some sleep.

‘Get those filthy animals out of here!’

‘Get out! They don’t belong here!’

‘Freaks! Take them back to the pound.’

The words kept repeating over and over in my head.

‘Get those filthy animals out of here!’

‘Get out! They don’t belong here!’

‘Freaks! Take them back to the pound.’

Over the past 2 days I had received two more notes, one for each day that passed, so far the boys hadn’t seen them, but it got pretty close when Namjoon was over near the door, I was able to convince him that they were just bills and I had it covered, though he didn’t seem very pleased when I took the letters off him.

I couldn’t let the boys see these notes, even though their just pranks by some teens, they’d still hurt them. I double checked that all three notes were securely hidden in the top drawer, at the back and under my tissues, I took them out and counted three pieces on folded up paper, I let out a sigh knowing that they were all their and they were safe from their eyes before putting them back in their hiding space and closing the drawer.

I hope they’re just bad jokes from selfish teens. Surely no one would say that stuff seriously, right?

They can’t find out about those.

I sighed as I removed the blankets from over me trying not to disturb the fox and cat hybrids who I had become a custom to in the morning, and slid out from the comfy bed, the sky was looking lighter today, but was still full of clouds. Emerging from my room I spotted a sleepy looking Jungkook sitting on the couch along with a sleeping Namjoon, I saw Seokjin in the kitchen, and I could hear Taehyung and Jimin in the room.

“Morning guys.” I yawned waving at Seokjin as I made my way to the couch sitting down near Jungkook, who seemed to perk up at my entrance and started to move closer to me before Jimin came running out of the room and straight over to us throwing himself half on the couch and half on me, I groaned as the impact came and forced the air out my lungs making me cough a few times before calming down and slightly giggling in my tired state.

Jimin stayed still for a bit, trying to ensure his place before he eventually turned so he was lying on his back with his head resting on my lap, a large cheeky grin adored his features and a couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Morning Jimin.” I said as I subconsciously moved my hand up to his hair and slightly started to play with it.

“Morning Y/n.” Jimin said as he closed his eyes relaxing. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, as I kept running my fingers through his hair, I looked over to Jungkook who had seemed to deflate, using my spare hand I reached out for his arm and dragged him closer to both me and Jimin.

“I slept well, Hoseok kept moving all night, so I kept waking up.” Both boys seemed to let out an understanding hum which lead me to assume that Hoseok constant twisting and turning last night was normal.

I heard some groaning and we all looked to the other half of the couch, Namjoon groaned again before moving his blanket and getting up off the couch, he seemed to stop for a second and looked at us before he continued on his way to the kitchen.

“You’re my pillow now, Y/n.” Jimin sighed as he turned and moved his hands up to his face before snuggling into my leg. I smiled and giggled at his antics before softly chatting to Jungkook, not wanting to wake up Jimin.

It didn’t take long for Jimin to drift off to sleep, so he must have been quite tired, I kept trying to move my hands away from his hair, but he would wake up and drag my hand right back to where it was, eventually Jimin seemed to be in a deep enough sleep that my movements didn’t bother him, taking advantage of the situation I held up his head before swiftly sliding off the couch and placing his head on Jungkook lap who had agreed to let him rest so I could get up.

I walked over to the kitchen and got myself a cup of water from the new sink, I drank the water while looking out the window, the many plants of the balcony caught my attention, and I decided that id should tend to them.

I slid open the balcony door and squeeze outside with the plants, it didn’t take long for me to get started, I was moving the plants so they would be in the sun when the rain stopped as well as just some general pruning and cleaning up. I was halfway through moving one of the heavier plants when someone decided to come and join me.

I didn’t even have to see his face to know who it was, although I’m sure if I had I would have been quite concerned, the dark grey, large tail, swaying steadily behind him, the tips littered with lighter greys and some white spiked fur. He didn’t say anything at first, there was a bit of awkward silence before he reached down and grabbed hold on the large pot plant I had and moved it across to the other side of the balcony.

“Thanks.” I said as I finally looked up at him, his dark hair and ears were right above me, but his eyes were focused elsewhere, like he was avoiding this confrontation, but when he finally looked at me I began to grow confused and slightly concerned. “Namjoon? What’s wrong? Did you break the sink again?” I asked him as I remembered seeing him head into the kitchen this morning, I began to stand up, but he put his hand out signalling me not to, so I hesitantly lowered myself back down.

“N-no, it’s nothing like that, don’t worry. It’s just…” Namjoon seemed to fall short of his words. “Can I talk to you?”

“Uhm, y-yeah, of course. Here.” I said, pulling out the chairs for us to sit. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Uhh- well, it’s just-” Namjoon kept stumbling over his words, but I assured him that what ever it was that it was okay and to just take his time. “How I treated you back at the alley, that was horrible, and how I’ve been treating you, it isn’t right and it isn’t me, I was just trying to protect myself and my pack, and keep us all from getting hurt again, but you’ve been nothing but nice to us, giving us food, taking care of us, offering your home for us to stay in so we wouldn’t get sick from the rain. No one has ever been that nice to us- to me, and I guess I just didn’t know if it was true, no one just helps someone for free, there’s always a catch, always a dept owed…”

Namjoon trailed off before getting back to what he was saying.

“…I tried to find out what it was, what you wanted from us in return, workers, bait, punching bags, …” Namjoon didn’t finish what he was going to say, but I knew what he meant, my heart was aching for him and how scared he had been, thinking that I was going to hurt him. I could see how he kept looking down and away from me, in the corner of my eye, for just a split second I caught sight on something dropping down from his face. I reached my hand out and held on to his, squeezing it, letting him know that he didn’t have to keep talking about that.

“I couldn’t accept that someone like you would want to help someone like us out of the kindness of your heart, someone like me. I was blinded by my own negative thoughts into thinking that no one would ever want to help someone like me.” Namjoon finally looked up at me, looking into my eyes as he kept talking. “But I see now that you aren’t this horrible person who is going to hurt us, they all love you, I can see it, the way Jungkook lets you touch his ears, the way Tae lets you watch him paint, Jimin is pretty much attached to you, Yoongi lets you wake him up, whenever I tried he would almost bite my hand off, Hobi lets his guard down around you, and Jin loves your cooking. You’ve gone out of your way to help us so much and I don’t know how I could ever repay you. I guess what I’m trying to tell you is. I’m sorry, Y/n, for all the horrible things I did, I hurt you, physically, emotionally, I destroyed your home and yet you still chose to keep helping. I’m sorry, I hope you can accept this a-and I hope we can maybe start over?” Namjoon finally finished his rant like speech, he kept looking into my eyes after he finished speaking, he wasn’t crying, but he had wet streaks down his face, I was completely speechless at everything he had said.

I felt a shift in Namjoon, I guess I was too slow to respond as he began to stand up. “I-it’s fine, I don’t expect you to forgive me, I’ll get out of your way once the rain is gone, o-or I can go now-“ Before Namjoon could finish anymore of what he was saying I quickly stood up with him and wrapped my arms around him and brought him down closer to me, I could fell his wet tears that were once pooling out of his eyes and running down his face, now colliding with my neck and shoulder as a few strays kept falling.

“Namjoon, it’s okay, I don’t know what happened to you guys before I found you all, but whatever it was that made you feel this way wasn’t good. I want to help you all and the only thing I want in return is just your company, but even if you didn’t want my company I’d still help you guys. You don’t owe me anything and you don’t have to leave either.” A few on my own tears were now making their way down my face, thankfully we were outside so the other boys couldn’t see or hear anything. “Having you and your pack around, these have been the best days I’ve had in years, and I wouldn’t trade if for anything, no matter what you think, you are worthy of this, my help and kindness and everyone else’s, your worthy Namjoon and I want to keep helping you. I accept your apology.

Namjoon gripped onto the back on my shirt tighter as he kept mumbling in coherent words, I ran my hand up and down his back, letting him know that everything was okay, I had never seen him so broken. I pulled back from Namjoon and held his hand in mine, I smiled at him, and he returned it, he quickly brought his hands up and rubbed them up and down his face.

I hadn’t notice before, but since Namjoon had come outside the rain had been steadily getting heavier, it wasn’t pouring and on the balcony not a lot of the rain got to us, but we were both wet from the rain, figuring that we were already wet I decided that we could just continue to sit out here for a little while, but not too long as I didn’t want us to get sick, we could both calm down and I could finish up what I was doing with the plants, we both sat back down on the floor so I could continue with the plants with Namjoon’s help, a nice relaxing activity.

It was awkward at first, eventually we fell into conversation and started to get to know each other, Namjoon was telling me about when they had all met and how hard it was for them in that alley, I didn’t want to pry too much so I didn’t ask too many questions and just let him talk about what he was comfortable with. In turn Namjoon asked me about the café and how it came to be, I told him that I had always loved baking and had been doing it for years, I also wanted my own independency from my parents and their often times controlling habits, they were fully supportive of my decision, though for the first few years they had preferred that I worked for them instead.

As we were pruning the plants and removing some of the dead leaves, the door opened up, looking up I saw Seokjin peering out. “Hey, Y/n, can I use the kitchen to cook something?” He asked from halfway behind the door.

“Yeah, of course you can, no need to ask!” I said smiling back at him whilst doing hand gestures, Seokjin nodded his head before retreating back inside the apartment. We had peace and quiet for about 10 more minutes before Jimin came knocking on the door.

“Y/n.” He whined, dragging out my name.

“Hmm?” I hummed in response as I was in the middle of snipping off a dying piece from one of the plants as I looked up at him over at the door. “What’s up?”

“Let’s watch a movie, hyung is almost done cooking.” He said perking up and excited, I laughed and nodded my head before picking up all the green scraps, I stood up and waited for Namjoon to join me before we headed inside.

Jimin must have already told the other boys as most of them were already seated somewhere in the lounge, I dumped the waste into the correct recycling before heading into my bedroom to change out of my clothes and wipe down my face, they had both gotten wet and dirty whilst being outside.

I slipped off my dirty clothes and put on a large jumper, making sure to put the others in the washing basket.

I’ll have to do some washing soon, I think we all are running out of clean clothes.

I came out from my room and headed straight for the kitchen because whatever Seokjin was making it smelt amazing, I peered around him to try and see what was cooking, but he must have notice me as he moved slightly so I couldn’t see. “It’s a surprise.” He said before mixing whatever was in the pot.

I made my way over to where most of the other boys were, taking a seat between Hoseok and Namjoon, the younger ones had brought out a bunch of their blankets and pillows and where now sitting on the ground in front of me, Yoongi was sitting next to Hoseok and there was enough room beside Namjoon for Seokjin to sit when he was done in the kitchen.

It didn’t take long before we all had our plates of food, it smelt delicious and looked great too, I took the first bite.

“Seokjin! This is amazing!” I gushed as I took another bite, I had never had this dish prepared this way and everything about it was perfect to me, Seokjin replied to my praise and said, ‘thank you’.

“I didn’t know you could cook this well!” I said surprised, I knew Seokjin cooked a few times while he was here, but those were just basic dishes.

“I can cook more often if you’d like, I don’t mind.” He smiled back at me from behind Namjoon, who had sunk into the couch so me and Seokjin could see each other better.

“Cook as much as you’d like, this is so good!” I yelled, stuffing my face with more. “Youf have to ghive me recipe, for the cafe” I did my best, but it came out kind of muffled. “I would be honoured.” Seokjin said, we hastily fell into a conversation about how he had prepared the dish in such little time and how he changed a few things from traditional recipes.

I need my note pad!

“When will they stop talking about how to measure flour?”

“We want to watch the movie, c’mon! Talk about secret ingredients later!”

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow Seokjin.”

“Jin”

“Huh?”

“You can call me Jin.”

I smiled at Jin before laughing at the other members antics, I grabbed the remote and we began to search for the movie, thankfully some of the boys already had something in mind so it didn’t take too long to choose one.

We spent all night watching movies and all sitting in the lounge together, hearing all the boys laugh and yell, even Namjoon, made my heart swell with happiness and joy as I watched them all have fun together as a pack, carefree and safe, with me. We didn’t go to bed until late that night, too busy talking about one of the movies we had watch were a woman is in an arranged marriage with this mafia, crazy unrealistic. Me, Yoongi, and Hoseok said our goodnights and we went into my room, Hoseok on his side, all snuggled up, I slipped into my side and Yoongi laid across the bed down the bottom.

That was the best night sleep I had ever had, quiet, peaceful, comfy, good memories that I would never forget.

Until I woke up

“Y/nnn!”

A/n: Hello! Chapter 8 is here and on time for the most part, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and enjoyed it too, I had to rush most of it over the weekend, but I hope it came out alright. I felt so bad when I was writing Namjoon’s little speech, and I was trying to hint at the backstories without giving it away. This is the longest chapter I’ve written (6.3k words! Not including the A/n or info parts) and I want to know if you guys prefer these longer chapters (5k-6k) like this one and chapter 7 or if you’d prefer the shorter chapters (2k-3k long), the shorter ones are quicker and sometimes easier to write and the longer one take me a lot longer to write, but I’m usually able to include more things that would be cut out of the shorter ones, I enjoy writing both, but I wanted to know what you would prefer. I hope everyone has a great day or night & Thankyou all for reading! 💜

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