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opinion on up coming zombies 4?

Probably going to watch it when it comes out just out of curiosity’s sake, maybe do one or two fics, but I don’t really have high hopes for it. Granted, the zombies franchise/fandom has a special place in my heart for what it gave me, but I just don’t know about the premise of this one.

It’s a double edged sword - you’re happy that it’s popular enough to warrant another movie, but at the same time you’re cutting half the cast and taking things away from Seabrook, and possibly adding a new plot that won’t match the previous ones. Either way, maybe we’ll get some good songs out of it 🤷🏼‍♀️

#asks #disney zombies #zombies 4 #god digging those tags out of the graveyard 😂 #get it #get it???? #i’m so funny #the z4 tag isn’t really in the graveyard i guess #but still 😂

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#writing #lmao #that's it that's the plots xD

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zed necrodopolis | Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

"girl, you look delicious. Oh I mean gorgeous!"

#disney zombies #but if i say you’re making /me/ nostalgic in between these five new projects i just started #then who wins 😭😂 #anyway forever in love with how you do these #the stuff you pick is just 💯 #everytime #queen vic shit

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addison wells | Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

"Someday, could we be something extraordinary?"

#disney zombies #god what a throwback #vic your mood board skills as always shine brightly

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i genuinely hope that boop day inspires everyone to interact more with other tumblr users. because it’s clearly way more fun this way!! even once the boop button is gone, there’s still asks, tag and ask games, comments, dms, fuck it let’s bring back blog rates i don’t care. part of the reason that tumblr is dying is that its way less social than it used to be. let’s fix that!!

#other #getting random asks is so fun even if it’s not about writing #even in general i feel like there was more asks two years ago versus now #don’t be afraid to interact with people you want to interact with!!

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daffodil + chan

a song

the prompt: daffodil (a god bows before a mortal)

read it on ao3

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"You have no power over me."

running through his hands like water, and suddenly the earth is not his to control. The skies do not turn with the twist of his head, lightning does not fork in the air when his eyes, dark as night and yet still lit by some unearthly light, fall upon you, his mouth wide as if to gasp for a breath he cannot take-

And yet, still, it shivers down your spine; the magic that draws you here even as you rip it apart, the prize of your conquest to rip the world into two.

"Take it back," he hisses through his teeth, the ground trembling with every syllable that slides down his tongue. You watch his mouth as it forms the words, the flash of teeth behind thin lips reminding you of the way that the swordsman you'd fought through to get here had smiled at you - the last of his seven challenges, the last of his demons, or angels, or citizens of the sprawling, damned city he claimed as his kingdom.

And here you stood, at the pinnacle of the eighth, and stared him in the eye without cringing away because now you knew the truth. Now you knew that what he whispered in the dark was a lie and what you saw with your eyes wasn't always true, and though he may be a god and a king amongst beings that you could never hope to rival, a god can only hold as much power as you give him. A god can only claim dominion over a beast that bowed to his dogma. 

You see now that you are no beast. You are no believer in any lie he utters to the darkness.

"Take it back," he says again, the note of his voice changing. He pleads, his brow furrowing and his shoulders curling in as if waiting for the final blow. "Take it back now, before it's too late."

"I can't," you tell him, and you watch him fall to his knees, and you know that it's wrong and your heart pounds in your chest and it

like the ground does at the impact of his knees, crumbling into the pieces it was in when you first took his hand, alone on the side of the road with only one thing to call your own. And what was that thing, the little warmth you'd held to your chest in the dark and the cold? What had you traded away for the comfort of the house that crumbled around you now? Why had you destroyed him to get it back, where was it now, why did it not appear within his hands at this, the hour of his reckoning?

"Please," he spits into the cold ground, the dirt and the leaves and the curl of ivy that grows up the walls around you, old and ancient and not yet sprouted from its roots all at the same time. His hands curl in the dirt like he can reach down and pull the earth to him, like he can stop the wane of his power if he just tries to hold on a little bit tighter. "I know what you want, and I don't have it. I can't lose-"

Broken, fragile thing. Small god of limited earth, crouched at your feet like he might worship you instead. You'd thought him all-powerful once, and then you'd thought him severe and his servants and beasts and playthings petty, and then you'd thought him

because he'd smiled at you in the garden that bloomed from his own hands when you expressed your desire for a flower to tuck in the braid of your dark hair, and his hand had been soft in yours, and when he looked out across his kingdom and the clamouring faces of the people he'd brought to live there, he'd looked at them the same way that he'd looked at you.

Beneath your foot, the ground cracks, fracturing outwards like a spiderweb. It's your heart, you realise morosely, sinking from your chest and into the depths of the earth, disappearing with whatever he'd taken from you; and it was a wretched thing and it had betrayed you a hundred times over, but you still mourn at the loss of it and all the dreams it had carried with it. It blooms in your flowers in the corners of the room, embeds itself into the land and sings along with the song of his power, a thing you can hear but cannot touch, a beast once born that now does not belong to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his breath like mist in the cold air, and even without your heart, you can't bear to see him so cold.

Your hands reach for him without permission, your body kneeling in the dirt before you can stand your feet firm upon the earth and refuse to move. He flinches away, but your fingers are soft upon his chin and the curve of his jaw, gentle when they brush the soft dip of his neck. "I only wanted to know what it was," you tell him with a voice that cannot hold itself steady. "I thought if you loved me, you would give it back." It's the only voice you have - you are not like him, or like Felix, speaking with many tongues. You don't have any power of your own.

"It's because I love you that I can't give it back." His voice is hoarse, every word a knife that he swallows without ever once flinching. "It's because I love you that I couldn't tell you what it was."

"But didn't I deserve to know?" you question. "Doesn't my life belong to me?"

Finally, his eyes rise, looking up at you with a fire that belies the cold of his skin. "Of course it does," he gasps, and his hand reaches up, dirt-stained fingers dragging at your cheek. "That's why I gave it to you, and I never asked for anything else."

"But you wouldn't give back what you took in the first place."

The sudden violence of his voice crumbles the walls and fractures the sky, the clouds blooming te dark colours of a bruise. The absence of his hand on your cheek stings in the cold; his face turns away, screwed up in regret and a pain he won't allow you to feel. You lurch forward before he can disappear, drawing him into your arms; stiff shoulders, spine of beaten steel, slow beat of a heart you once held in your hands. 

He'd stood so tall and unmoving in the morning light, when you'd first walked down this path, and now in the dark of the setting sun and the ending of the earth, his weight slumps into your grasp, his resolve melting into the warmth of your body. "I didn't want you to suffer again," he says to the soft cotton of your shirt and the curve of your collarbone, his breath a whisper against your skin. "I couldn't watch that, when you asked me to make sure it would never happen again."

Surprise comes in the pause of your breath and the still of your arms, the jump of a heart you're not sure you still possess. "I asked you to make me forget?" you question the world behind his back, and into your neck, he sighs.

"You couldn't forget," he murmurs. "She was dead before I found you, and when I took her from your arms - you couldn't forget. There was nothing I could do to fix what had been broken. And then you begged me to let you forget, so I remembered her for you." He pauses, his throat hitching like he's swallowing something down. A sob maybe, or the tears he will never let fall. "I can't give her back though. She's not here anymore."

You push him upright, your hands on his shoulders, his neck, his face. Brushing away the hair that falls in his eyes, wiping at the blood that drips from the cut on his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, because the answer is incomprehensible. "Why did you let me go this far?"

"Because I was scared," he admits, and his teeth clench and his spine stiffens against the urge to hide away from you again. "Because I'm a wretched, evil, stupid thing who thinks they can-"

His words die in your throat; vile, wretched things that you store away to spit out later, into the ground where they belong. He is none of that; he is soft, and hesitant, until your fingers find the sharp curve of his hip and the lines of his back, dragging him closer and his lips open like there is nothing in the world to devour but you and

#skz #fic recs #holy fuCKING SHIT #yup i’m screaming this is so #holy fucking shit roo????? #god this is so ridiculous we both sit to write last night and you come up with this while i’m wasting time describing curtains and rooms #god this is so #like put this up the favs list to the top because #your writing in this the idea the characters the #fucking vibe??? like you complain about the prompts i give you but we both know i know what’s up #god this is so good #don’t doubt yourself on this one i am personally telling you this is an absolute masterpiece #and you can never write short stories but look what comes of it when you do like if i could have this lil thing as a paper bound book #it would be sitting on my shelf with pride #anyway there’s so much i want to pick apart with this even if it’s just going to be copy and pasting literally every line #but i will do that later #for now just #know you #are just so #beyond with your writing goddamit

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find the teaser for this smau here

#roo rambles #can we catch i.n up i'm feeling chaotic xD

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The doctor doesn't look at you when he comes in. 

There's an emotion swirling around your stomach that you can't name. It was some form of worry a week ago, worse thoughts getting the better of you, anger two days ago as you had avoided your mother's gaze and twirled a loose string hanging from your shorts and listened to her rattle off what you should be doing with your life; maybe it's anxiety now, in the way that it curls around your insides and presses them all tightly together until it feels like you can't breathe. 

Or just maybe it's all in your head, and this will be nothing, and tomorrow will be the same as yesterday. 

The doctor is quick to take a seat behind the computer that sits in front of you, offering a short nod and a tight smile in your direction. You attempt to smile back, but you're not quite sure it works when all of this feels like something short of a nightmare. The doctor turns his attention to the computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as white and tones of blue reflect in his glasses. 

You think you feel sick, chest tightening, stomach lurching as you sit here and wait for anything to break the uneasy silence that has grown stagnant in the air. You'd usually swing your feet sitting atop one of these tables just to be funny. 

Your legs are stiff and your shoes feel as though they are filled with lead. 

Chan shifts closer to you, even though it's not really possible for him to, when he's already moved the plastic chair as close as it can get to the table you're sitting on. His shoulder brushes against your knee, one of his hands wrapped firmly around your own. He can read you like a book; he squeezes your hand softly the next time you move, the doctor humming to himself as he brings up a different report. 

God, you hate this. You hate all of this, every moment of it all since the thought buried itself into your brain. You hate that you've yet to do anything you wanted to do before something like this, but how could you have known? Are you jumping to conclusions now, imaging the worst when the worst has yet to come? 

Chan squeezes your hand again. He's watching the doctor carefully, shoulders tense. The exhale you release is far too loud for such a quiet room, but maybe this will all be a false alarm. Maybe you'll be okay, or maybe the doctor will be wrong, or maybe this is just the universe's way to test just how strong you can be. 

You don't know if you would prefer the doctor to speak or continue to say nothing at all as he finally pulls back from the desk and stands, approaching you with folded hands. He's older with a kind face, but the tug of his lips is firm and changes the look of his features, making that cavern of emotions in your chest grow wider.

It's endless against the rest of you, swallowing you whole - it's hard to fight against it, when you can't bring yourself to think about anything else. 

"You are very healthy for your age," he says with a voice worn by the years, the short smile he gives gone far too soon. "Your test results came back." 

Your phone vibrates against your hip and you fight the urge to reach for it. It's probably Jeongin, just in time to blow up your phone waiting for an update.

You hate this, you think again and again and again.

You hate the way Jeongin had stopped what he was doing to look at you when you had told him, you hate the way Chan had offered to take you to your appointment because he knew your mother wouldn't. You hate the way Changbin had treated you earlier, like you are glass that will shatter if he isn't careful. 

Chan looks over at you, but you can't look at him. 

You will not shatter. 

The doctor looks at you. He hesitates for a moment before he speaks, and you hear what he says, you swear you do, but then you hear nothing at all and you're blinking and looking at Chan and Chan is holding your hand like you're meant to disappear and the doctor - 

"What?" you whisper, breathless. 

You will not shatter.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, quieter this time. "But you have cancer." 

You will not shatter.

But then you think that you do.

hello my smau friends, this is a gift for me passed onto you. i say for me because i am obSESSED with this keeps, i'll remind you again, i'll be upset if you don't give me more of this.

anyway here is a teaser for an unnamed project that i am very excited about, i think keeps is in a unique position to really write the shit out of this and i hope there's an audience to encourage her. please interact with this post if you're interested in seeing this as a full smau!

there is a also a poll here to decide the main love interest

#keepswingin writes #mine #i love doing this to roo but then i hate myself for the chunk of text because no read mORE in asks #tumblr crimes #anyway 'keeps what about your like fifteen wips' yeah well they are still sitting right here i am just #procrastinating xD #also no one look at me this totally isn't everything i said i'd never write #or anything #throwing the blame on peer pressure :)

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From a distance your icon looks like the Bride of Frankenstein and I love it.

Hahaha you know what it kinda has that could be anything look…leave it to me to find the icon that can be anything from a distance 😎😂

#asks #this made me laugh thank you 😂 #how have you been??? are you the pets doin okay? #it’s always nice to talk to you i hope you’re doing well ☺️ #and random stuff like this is always a fun way to make my day ☺️ #have you written anything lately? any new videos games or movies? #i found a new game off gamepass the other week and have put too much time into it when i’m pretty sure it’s a sad ending 😂

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NEVERMORE; AN ANNOTATION chapter 1 (cruel and fearful days)

Read Nevermore | Masterlist | Nevermore Masterlist

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Summary

The fic opens in Han's POV towards the end of a dance rehearsal. Tired, he sits down for a moment and wonders how the others continue to push when they are exhausted. Changbin comes over to check on him, as tomorrow is the evaluation they have been practising for and he is sure that Han is nervous.

In Han's POV still, we turn to the aftermath of the evaluation, in which the company heads watching them are unhappy with their performance. Upon dismissal from the room, Han, restless, tells the others he is going to the bathroom and retreats down the hall alone. He does not stop, but instead continues all the way to the street outside, trying to outrun his nerves.

His head hurts; he stops to rub at his eyes and breathe. When he opens them again, he is no longer on the street, but in a strange, abandoned warehouse-type of building. Among other things, there is a piece of a mirror on the floor - when he picks it up, he sees a reflection of himself crying, even though he is not.

His efforts to escape the building lead him to an elevator with five floor buttons that don't work and a single button labelled 'hell'. When he presses this button, the elevator starts to move up, shuddering through a black shaft. It stops in the centre of an open field of purple flowers - before Han can consider how strange this is, he hears a song playing far off in the distance and finds he can't think of anything but the need to find where it is coming from.

In Chan's POV, the other boys search for the missing Han. A hooded figure on the street who seems vaguely familiar informs them of the direction he had headed in - presently, the seven of them come upon the building Han had found himself in.

Minho insists that he can hear Han singing inside and leads them into the elevator. It delivers them to the same strange field, just in time for them to spot Han running away from them. Chan gives chase, dragging the other boy to a halt. Han comes back to himself long enough to point to a city reflected in the sky and the two moons visible there, and then they all lose consciousness, described as 'the ground falling out from beneath their feet'.

Characters

This chapter may not start off with a loud bang, but rather as an introduction to the eight characters we'll continue to follow throughout the story and the level of strange shenanigans we can expect in the future. In particular, it introduces us to Han and Chan, two characters who will be important to this section of the story (as a pose to someone like Hyunjin, who plays more of a supporting role until much further into the story).

There's insights into most of the boys' characters in this opening chapter; Han is trying to swallow his anxiety about the future and how he believes Chan is troubled, an anxiety that quickly becomes the driving force for him to discover the Hellevator and fall into the Cle. Changbin is introduced as charismatic and openly caring for the other boys, while Minho watches from the fringes, described as sharp and sly and yet seen as fiercly protective when he is the first to dive into the building to chase Han later on.

Chan is the focal point of Han's anxiety - in several lines, Han is worried about the pressure Chan is swallowing as their leader, and the things he might not be telling them. From his own point of view, too, we learn that Chan is indeed keeping secrets in an effort to protect the others, and perhaps feels out of his depth in just the way Han has described seeing past his fearless exterior earlier.

Plot

The first two scenes of this chapter serve more to lend backstory than any information about the Cle and the world we are moving forward into - instead, they describe the situation Stray Kids are in with the company and the bond that already exists between them prior to the fic beginning.

The final scene, of course, draws directly from Hellevator, the first music video and the key to the beginning of the story here. The boys are drawn into the shell of a building, surrounded by 'concrete walls' and 'the bare bones of a domed ceiling overhead'. They emerge in a field of deadnettle - purple, brackish flowers - that seems to stretch into eternity.

There are still some clues to much later plot points to be found even here though!

Han notes Chan as looking distinctly upset when he exits the meeting room in the second scene - this is foreshadowing for his admittance, much later, that the company have decided not to continue with Stray Kids as a group

when Han picks up the mirror, his reflection moves independantly from him - this is a common occurance in the Cle, next seen at the manifestation of Jeongin's power in Injeon

Han hears a song on the wind in Beiseu (the world of the open field) and finds that he can't think of anything else, or resist the urge to follow it to its source. This, already, is the first manifestation of his power

the wind is a very important force in the SKZCU, an instrument to illustrate shifts of power or important changes in the environment, and it is first seen here, picking up at the instance that Han first hears the song. This is also the first tie-back to Levanter that we see - Levanter being the name of a mediterranean wind.

the hooded figure on the street is familiar to them in a way they can't pinpoint. It will take them a long time to figure out why.

the ground falls out from beneath their feet - Beiseu is a world of unpredictable doorways between it and the rest of the Cle, and this is them falling through one of those doorways, committing them to the story that follows.

#nevermore #is this my nevermore cheat sheet

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the best thing about creating is you get to create :) unfortunately the worst thing about creating is that you have to.. create

#writing #me avoiding looking at the…twenty wips….over there #😭

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NEVERMORE: Major Edits List

This is a list of plot points added/adjusted in the edit of chapters 1-19, completed March 24. These chapter numbers correlate to the chapter numbers listed on AO3, which are offset by the addition of part breaks and the cover - follow the numbers on AO3! Potential spoilers ahead!

Ch 4 - Major changes to the bus scene with Jeongin/Other Jeongin

Ch 4 - Rewritten fight with Chan and Jeongin in the garden

Ch 5 - Second half completely rewritten

Ch 8 - First scene w/Hana & Seungmin, significant dialogue added

Ch 10 - First scene, edits to Hana's dialogue re: Meori

Ch 10 - Second scene, changed description of the city

Ch 10 - Final scene (IN in the mirror), changed internal monologue/character motivation

Ch 11 - Replaced Jaehyun calling Chan 'Chris' with 'Chan'

Ch 12 - Fourth scene/ Jeongin & Felix talking about the compass, all dialogue edited

Ch 12 - Fourth scene, chase sequence rewritten

Ch 13 - Completely rewritten

Ch 15 - Second scene, added new character Haru

Ch 16 - Third scene, the Six talking - answer to 'where is the beginning of ours?' changed to 'the nevermore'

Ch 17 & 18 - Library and dancing scenes swapped - dance scene now comes first, library second

Ch 17 - Dance scene, changes to Seonhwa's dialogue re: age of the Six/Cle

Multiple chapters - changed explanation of SKZ being safe in Miroh for 'a few blocks around the apartment' to 'the entire city'

Ch 19 - Minor changes to key dialogue from Shanyu

#roo rambles #nevermore #does this mean i don’t have to fit rereading 150k into my schedule #you’re insane for this #like i edit and reread my stuff the following days after posting #or if someone tells me something’s spelled wrong but like #editing like this???? i barely like half my fic halfway into the year #i’ll plot more for the ones i really like but editing is 🚫

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with queenmaker????? when???????

can you slow burn faster this is taking too long 🙄

i told you to help me and you said no 🤗

#roo rambles

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Trying to interact with the rest of your fandom as a whumper:

#writing #literally every time 😂😂😂

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You need to watch my kdrama first to have background 😭

in my defense i know i can write fluff i just needed a whole day to figure out how to write romance again. it’s been what, how long? a year? me and the gen fics have been chillin. i still think the make out scene in the brainrot fic is cringe. i jumped between that and the felix fic for like an hour 😂the polar opposite skill of me

How about you give me access to the makeout scene and I’ll be the judge of it’s cringey-ness 😏😂😂

#actually i guess that’s not true a make out is a make out isn’t it #maybe i need zom mom the Smut Editor to proof read 🤔😂

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How to torture a writer:

Send writing prompts which you know they'll like. Send lots of them. Keep sending them. Dont stop.

#152 in my ask box 😎 #no i don’t think it’s something to proud of because i jump around so much 😂

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It’s Y/N’s birthday and she wakes up to the smoke alarm going off as Felix frantically tries to shut it up 🥰

You're awoken from sleep due to a sound that you haven't heard in a while, blaring obnoxiously through the comfort of your bedroom.

Panic is the first true emotion you have, though it's followed by something less frightening when you hear the voice of your husband muttering quickly and quietly to your left, as his other hand hits against something that sounds like...plastic?

You open your eyes with a low groan, slowly sitting up and rubbing at them, the soft noises beside you slowing with a muffled curse; you're more than pretty sure the last time you heard him say such a thing was when his sister got married and nearly drunkenly divorced all in the same night.

You're not quite sure what feels funny to you, being woken up to something so silly, or the reminder of the memory, but it makes you giggle, only to be topped by the sight of seeing none other than your darling husband fighting for his life against a smoke alarm, of all things, when you as you finally glance over to your left.

Which is supposed to be nailed to the ceiling, not clutched hopelessly between his hands, and still going off shrilly as you stare at him, half in disbelief, half in shock, half thinking that maybe you really are laughing at the gravity of this, in all its entirety, because Felix is looking at you like a deer in headlights, and the smoke alarm is still going off. 

Silently, you reach over and pluck the device from between his hands, smiling softly to yourself as you flip it around to the back and pop the cover off of where it sits over the batteries, and then dump both of them out and into your awaiting palm. Sliding the cover back on is easy, and the noise finally ceases.

You hold the device out to Felix, who has been stunned into absolute silence as you stare back at him, nearly unable to hold back the new bout of laughter threatening to spill from your lips. You're exhausted from the day before, between work and meetings and everything and then some, but seeing the love of your life in such a predicament is somewhat worth this kind of wake up call, even if you find yourself doubting the full use of his brain after such a silly thing. 

Your eyes meet with his after a long moment, and it takes him less than a second to throw the smoke alarm on the nightstand beside him before he's reaching over and grabbing your hands, squeezing them in apology.

"I'm so sorry," he tells you, deep voice still tinged with the remnants of sleep, sending shivers down your spine. "I heard it go off in the hallway and I climbed up and grabbed it so that it wouldn't wake you, but then it wouldn't shut up and I panicked - " 

You slip your hands out of his so that you can reach over and tug him into a hug, a soft sound slipping from his lips as you hold him close.

He stays still for a long moment before he exhales softly and wraps his arms around your waist, warm fingers finding their way under the back of your shirt and running along the skin there. He presses a kiss to your exposed shoulder when you don't say anything, eyes slipping shut against the soft feel of him pressed against you.

You could fall back asleep just like this, you drowsily realize as its already happening, Felix giving you another kiss closer to your collarbone. 

"I'm sorry that I woke you, jagiya," he murmurs, squeezing you a final time before gently pulling away. His eyes meet your own, gleaming in the light of the early morning, flickering softly from beneath the curtains of the window on the other side of your husband.

He's soft like this, barefaced and shining, even when the rest of the world wouldn't think he was. You think it's the best gift of the universe, to be able to look at him like this because he is yours. 

"Don't be sorry," you tell him, the corner of your lips quirking into the start of a knowing smile. "Not all of us are meant to battle smoke alarms."

He laughs at that, the sound rumbling throughout your bedroom, though his eyes are still apologetic even as he helps you to lay down against the pillows again, gently tucking the blanket around your shoulders and curling an arm back around you. 

"I didn't even realize about the batteries," he grouses as you shift around, adjusting into a more comfortable position against him. Your head ends up overtop his heart, thumping contently beneath his skin. 

"That's what I'm here for," you mumble, though you're smiling again, and he's pulling you closer, and sleep tugs at your eyelids even though you know work is looming closer and closer in the distance. "I'll fight all the smoke alarms for you, aegi." 

There's a long pause after your words. You nearly drift off again, between the steady sound of his heartbeat and the silence of the home around you, the warmth of the sunlight as it covers the bottom of the bed. One of Felix's hands strokes your side, a calming pattern of shapes and words.

One of them is a string of words: I love you. 

Laughter bubbles on your tongue, a warm feeling spreading throughout your chest. 

You don't think you've ever loved anyone more.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #skz #skz fanfic #lee felix x reader #lee felix x female reader #lee felix #skz fluff #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #keepswingin writes #mine #asks #i've never been so detached from a fic in my life #all for zom mom #sigh the things i do xD