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lxkeee · 3 months

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⋆.˚ ⭒˚FLY ME TO THE MOON ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

—part two

pairing: lucifer morningstar x fem! archangel raphael! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: friends to enemies, so it's angsty

notes: hehehehe idk yeah, this is now a series of sort 🤯 also, eat well simps /affectionate. I'll be basing off the seven virtues' appearance off from esbellesantos' Fanart but I wouldn't like fully follow their headcanon personality and make a different personality for them.

Part One | Part Three | THE SEVEN VIRTUES

So many years have passed after Lucifer's trial, during those years [y/n]'s gigantic and majestic wings finally grew. Three pairs of majestic wings now prodding on her back, a golden halo on top of her head. The [y/n] that was just a background character has now risen up the ranks, God seeing her potential and granted her the title of archangel, now one of the seven virtues of heaven.

[y/n] who was once upbeat and cheerful has now grown cold and mature as she took the responsibility god has placed upon her shoulders. Heart closed to other immortal beings but opened to the mortal ones.

She rules a specific area of the skies, as the seven virtues are tasked to watch their own territory and to make sure to maintain peace and order with the heavenly beings.

She sat on the chair just by her balcony, a small table in front of her. A cup of steaming coffee on the table as she read a newspaper containing some daily heavenly news. A gold wedding ring on her ring finger. She stared at the bright, white, and blue scenery outside her home. Clouds all over the place, other lower ranked angels flying around.

She lives in a huge mansion by herself despite being married.

“Darling I am here~!” a male spoke as the sound of the door to the living room was slammed open. Speaking of her husband, familiar footsteps tapping on the pristine white and gold marbled tiles as the person arrived to the balcony of the living room.

“Azrael, to what do I owe you the pleasure?” [y/n] asked, gently placing back down her coffee cup on to the table. Tilting her head to look at her husband. Tall, slender, mischievous.

Don't get her wrong, she and Azrael don't like each other romantically but they are more on platonic. They only got married... Well... Because of boredom and they did promised each other to marry each other if they remained single even when they've reached a certain age. They promised to divorce each other if they find the one that is right for them. Despite their odd friendship, the two trust each other a lot. Azrael was one being there for her when Lucifer fell from grace.

“I just have some news to share with you, I think this will catch your interest dear.” Azrael winked at her, leaning against his black staff. Eyes half lidded as he awaited for her reaction.

[y/n]'s eyes stopped moving along the words of the paper she was reading, tilting her head to look at the taller angel with curiosity, eyebrow raised. “Really now? Tell me dearie.” she says with a smirk, lifting her coffee cup and bringing it to her lips.

“Lucifer apparently wants to have a meeting with heaven. He wanted to propose another idea of his.” Azrael says with a smirk, his smirk widening as he watched [y/n] choked on her drink.

She clears her throat, getting the caffeine out of her esophagus. The revelation brought back so many memories that it caught her off guard.

“I'm sorry, what did you say?” she asked again, eyes blinking. Having second thoughts whether she heard him wrong.

Azrael crosses his arms and smirks, “You heard me, he's coming up here to tell us about his plans for the wayward souls down there.”

“Really now?” [y/n] asked with a scoff, wiping her lips with a clean white cloth. She lost her hope in humanity, she believes that the people who didn't properly use the free will gifted to them by Lucifer, shouldn't be given another chance as they wasted that opportunity to live a good life.

“I doubt that the others would agree to whatever plan he has to show.” [y/n] says, sipping her coffee once more.

Azrael laughs, wiping a tear off his eye. “My, you used to agree with his views. To see you disregard his plans before even hearing is just too cruel, [y/n]” he says with a mischievous smile on his face, a sing-song tone in his voice.

“They got gifted free will and look what they have done with it. I believe those souls are better off staying down there and looking back at the times they could've done better.” [y/n] says coldly.

Azrael shrugs, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Well, I don't really care about mortal life that much considering I am the angel of death. My duty is to guide them to the afterlife.” he says, shrugging. Walking to the railings of the balcony and leans his back against it.

“Well, that's the only reason I came here. I have duties to attend to and the meeting will be happening in a few days. I'm sure it would be quite a lovely reunion with all eight of us.” Azrael says with a smirk, excited how the meeting will go with all seven virtues plus Lucifer in the same room. He can tell it would be tense and chaotic.

“Good luck in your work.” [y/n] says with a lazy shrug making the taller angel laugh.

“Adios~” he says before disappearing in a puff of sparkly black smoke.

Turning back to the world outside her home, dull [e/c] eyes looking over the blue horizon. She sighs, closing her eyes as she sighs.

“A meeting huh, it's been awhile since I've last seen him.” she mutters, eyes opening. Cold and calculative. “This should be interesting.”

Timeskip to a few days later...

Lucifer paced back and forth inside his room, a guest room heaven prepared for him. The meeting would happen in two hours and he is beyond nervous. It took so much time to convince them to listen to him but they finally agreed because he persisted.

He expected that it will be only Sera to judge his plans, the anxiety and fear he felt when Sera told him that the seven virtues themselves would grant him an audience to his plans for hell.

He doesn't know much about the seven virtues as it was only implemented a few years after his fall but he knew that it consists of powerful angels that kept the order and peace of heaven. He can list a few angels that are probably one of the seven virtues.

But despite all this, his heart has been aching. He's in heaven, he's standing on the same ground as [y/n]. He misses her, so goddamn much.

Did she miss him too? Probably not.

Remembering how bad their goodbye was, there wasn't any to begin with.

Lucifer sighs, patting up his dark pink suit to ease up the creases. Despite the years that have already gone by, [y/n] never left his heart. He never forgets, every detail of his world no matter how miniscule it is... He can't help but think, [y/n] would've loved this, this is her favorite color, her favorite food, and etc.

He loves Lilith but he also loves [y/n] (more even!) and he knows it's too late to admit that and he's afraid to admit to himself that... He may have made the wrong choice of ignoring her advances.

His gloved hands moved to his collar, adjusting it. “Don't think about her Lucifer, you have a meeting to do and this is for the sake of your people and family.” he says to himself. Taking deep breaths to calm his fast beating heart.

He is ready to propose his plan on making a hotel to redeem sinners.

The seven virtues of heaven sat in a u-shaped table, all seven virtues wearing a mask that hides their faces. In front of them stood a very nervous Lucifer.

Not a single one of them aside from Lucifer talked, they listened to him talk about his plans for hell.

It is a good plan but without proof, it is useless.

“With the hotel, I am sure sinners would find a way to redeem themselves and join you guys here in heaven.” Lucifer says, a nervous smile on his face as he ends his presentation. Standing in front of the seven virtues is a real nerve wrecking. He can sense the power emitting from each and every one of them. One wrong move and he's done for.

“The idea is cute and all but without evidence, this... This is completely useless.” Gabriel says, a bored tone in her voice as she lazily held the folder filled with the details of Lucifer's plan and letting it fall into the table with a loud thud.

Lucifer flinches from her remark and the sound of his hopes and dreams of his people hitting with a loud thud on the table from Gabriel's actions.

“I agree.” Michael says, removing his mask. A mischievous smile on his face. “Lucifer, you don't know what these mortal souls are capable of. How can you be so sure the hotel would work if you yourself aren't sure they wanted to redeem themselves in the first place?” Michael asked, voice filled with authority, eyebrows raised as he asked the question, looking down on his twin brother, Lucifer.

Lucifer flinches, starting to get nervous.

“Well... We wouldn't know if we'd tr—” he says but getting cut off.

“You've never seen the horrors and atrocities these mortal souls commit with their free will. War, corruption, death, murder, drugs... Anything you can name it. What makes you think these people would want to make themselves better?” Jophiel says, his voice shaking. A laugh escaping his lips as he remembers the horrors he's seen on earth, a mocking laughter.

“They're truly terrible, these souls don't have a place here in heaven.” Michael sneered.

Azrael just smirked as he watched the scene unfold, [y/n] keeping quiet beside him. His hand intertwined with hers to comfort her.

“But they're souls, human souls just the same with the one's up here in heaven.” Lucifer defended, clenching his fists.

“They are not the same, the souls here in heaven have earned it.” Camuel says with a smile, finally removing his own mask.

“Ugh, the work I have to do carrying each soul to their destination is quite tiring. Annoying even. Especially when a soul curses at me for bringing them to hell when they only have themselves to blame.” Azrael says with a groan, smirking as he removes his mask. Looking at Lucifer challengingly.

Lucifer's eyes widened at the cruelty of their words, six virtues now staring at him face-to-face, aside from one virtue who kept quiet.

“Well, each one of us already said our opinion aside from Raphael here... Or should I say, [y/n]? Do you have something to say?” Azrael says, a teasing smile on his face. [Y/n] glaring at Azrael as she slightly squeezed his hand.

Lucifer's eyes widened, heart beating faster than ever before when he heard the name. Even more so when the last virtue removed her mask.

Cold, bored, calculative, and dull.

No longer the bright sparkling [e/c] eyes Lucifer loved before.

“Is this even necessary? All of you had already said what needed to be said.” [y/n] says, removing her hand from Azrael's as she leans her elbows on the table. Putting her chin on her knuckle. A lazy and bored look on her face. A shiny gold band on her ring finger, a wedding ring.

She's married? He asked himself but that question isn't too important as he is focused on something else. How cold she is. That something Lucifer isn't quite used to.

The others looked at [y/n] expectantly making the woman sigh, “Very well then, I would have to agree with the others.” she says coldly.

This isn't his [y/n]. Where was the [y/n] who used to be so kind, bright, cheerful, and had hopes for humanity? What happened to her?

Lucifer stood in fear, not knowing how to act now that [y/n] is revealed to be one of his audience.

“Humans. They are selfish and vile creatures. Destroying the planet our creator had given them, killing and hurting their own kind. Poverty, hunger, corruption, death. If you haven't given them the apple, they would be living in peace and harmony and with no worry in eden but you took that away from them and now they're doomed to suffer.” [y/n] coldly explained. “You cannot see it personally and that is your burden to carry, your punishment.”

Lucifer can't speak, mind blanking as a loud ringing was heard on his ears. Hands shaking, he couldn't breathe.

Where was the one person who believed in him? Did he fucked up so much to even lose her too?

“You're really mad huh?” Azrael says, placing a hand over his cheek. A similar gold band on his ring finger. Lucifer's eyes widened.

Azrael is married to her. Lucifer thought. Defeated.

“Well, this court finds no evidence that this hotel would be effective. I suggest you leave now or you'll face the consequences.” Michael says, voice is booming and filled with authority. The other virtues glaring at him. Halo's shining down on Lucifer as if to mock him, to show him that they are in power.

Why do you still look so disappointed in me? More so even?

Lucifer asked, looking at [y/n] who avoided his gaze.

Azrael showing off his wedding ring to him with a smirk on his face, making Lucifer's eye twitch.

“This meeting is over.” Michael says, glaring down on Lucifer. “Leave or else you'll suffer the consequences.” Michael says, angelic weapons now aimed warningly at him.

Fear coursing through his veins, Lucifer left. Despite wanting to stay and talk to her, he couldn't. Poofing away in a cloud of sparkly red smoke.

“You okay?” Azrael asked beside her as they flew back to their respective territories. Passing by many clouds, the skies now have a dark shade of blue as the sun has set a few hours ago.

“Nope, but I will eventually.” she says with a sigh making the dark haired male smile.

“You know, I didn't expect him to be so small. You used to be the same height but now you're taller than him.” Azrael mutters with a small laugh.

“They don't have the sun there, Azrael. They don't have the necessary vitamins to grow taller.” [y/n] says with a small laugh. The joke making the male angel laugh hysterically.

“HAHAHAHA! Since when did you make such jokes [n/n]? A really dark one too!” he says before winking at her, “No pun intended.”

The unintended pun making the girl chuckle. Azrael smiled, happy he got to make her smile after that stressful meeting.

I based off the seven virtues here aside from Raphael and Azrael image.

Also, I based this off from the "more than anything" song that Lucifer tried to look for ways to help his people and also based off from that one panel of an episode (I forgot which one) where he was wearing the same outfit Charlie is wearing, the pink suit? Yeah, I imagined he did the hotel concept and told Charlie about it.

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maple-the-awesome · 5 months

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He Becomes a Dad! || Part 1/2

PART 2

Pairing: Time, Four, Legend, Hyrule x Reader

Overview: Congratulations, you're new parents 🎉 Some of the Links are prepared. Others...might need a moment to gather themselves. But rest assured! At the end of the day, they're all going to get a handle on this whole dad thing. I'm a sucker for family tropes and there simply aren't enough out there for the Chain to quench my thirst, so here it is, I'm adding my contribution👍 Btw, there will be only two parts for this prompt since Wind will be excluded for obvious reasons. Baby making isn't a platonic activity🤷‍♀️

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You only brought the topic of children up to your husband once. It was at some point during the early half of your marriage and after a particularly lengthy day of enduring Malon’s well-meant pestering. Time, beside being caught slightly off guard, delivered a straightforward answer:

“It wouldn’t feel right bringing kids into this world, especially when I would hardly be home to help you rear them.”

Now, you can’t lie and say you weren’t at all disappointed by this answer, although you wouldn’t say you had the rug completely pulled from beneath you. You understood the true implications behind Time’s statement right away. It’s the same reason he took so long to let himself marry you. It’s not you nor a disgust towards children, but rather an unspoken fear of building a life where he’s too happy - one that could be ripped away from him at a moment’s notice as has seemed to be the case for his younger years.

Although his worries are needless, you never pushed against his boundaries because you could at least see the sense in his argument. Sure, the idea of having children did always appeal to you deep down, however between Time’s constant traveling and your hard work helping at Lon Lon Ranch, it would be difficult to squeeze a family into the schedule. There was no sense in forcing him into a commitment he wasn’t ready for nor one you weren’t in a position to properly foster.

Twelve years of blissful marriage passed before your plans changed. The blame lies with those other heroes, too. One would think traveling alongside a group of unruly young boys would’ve made someone more certain of their decision to never again subject themselves to such a headache, yet it apparently had the opposite effect on your dear husband.

Discovering first hand how much pride he could feel towards a descendant was life-altering, to put it light. Twilight was living proof that somewhere along the line, Time does something right. Whatever kids he might have will grow up to have children of their own and so on…Not to mention Twilight isn’t a terrible outcome by any means. To raise someone with the possibility of them turning out like him and to do so with you of all people? Well, needless to say, it was settled rather quickly after that: Time wanted kids.

Call it baby-fever if you will, but he was suddenly rather eager about the concept he had once avoided like the plague. He brought it up through not-so-subtly hints at first, then when you outright asked him if he was being serious, he went on a slightly nervous spew about your home being too quiet and how he could officially retire from traveling to be home more and it’s really a shame that you have an extra bedroom just sitting around - You just had to kiss him to shut him up which eventually led to…other things. Let’s just say you both got started right away.

It took you twelve years to realize you did indeed want kids yet less than a year to actually be holding them for the first time. It turns out even the universe was impatiently waiting for you both to come to your senses, so once you finally had, it decided to award you with not one, but two beautiful girls whom you affectionately named Saria after Time’s old friend and Mallory, a mix between melody and Malon, their ever-so-excited godmother.

It’s safe to say that the twins are pretty spoiled. Malon has been over almost everyday, bringing you plenty of baked goods as a bribe to let her spend more time with her favorite goddaughters and you have practically every baby related item that you could need, courtesy of the Queen of Hyrule herself, but of course, it’s their parents who love them the most.

Never in his wildest dreams did Time think it would be possible to feel so at peace with the life he’s built. For so many years, he feared true happiness was impossible - that every turn would result in the same cruel fate he had been subjected to during most of his existence - and yet for the last couple of nights, he’s held it in his arms. He’s watched the moon rise outside his window while playing soft lullabies on his ocarina, you cuddled by his side with your daughters shared between you both. You wear a small smile even in sleep and he swears the girls match it, too; he definitely does himself…This is a priceless treasure he’ll give his life to protect.

Four and you had already been married for a few years by the time you found out you’re pregnant. It’s not to say you were actively planning for it, although you also weren’t actively trying not to either.

It had been agreed upon early in your relationship that kids would be nice should they come your way, therefore you were both equally excited that your wishes were finally being granted, so much so that the nursery was finished within the first month (courtesy of your handy husband). It’s painted in beautiful pastels that are easy on the eyes and decorated with many toys Four had hand-carved himself; a useful craft he’s now very appreciative towards Sky for teaching him.

Seeing as this was already a somewhat anticipated next step in your lives, Four’s pretty relaxed throughout the process despite its many challenges. For starters, pregnancy itself unfortunately isn't as much of a 'blessing' for you as some have made it sound. You’re rather sick from beginning to end. If it isn't your inability to keep food down (especially in the early stages) or your fluctuating blood pressure, then it’s the aching you constantly feel thanks to both your very heavy bump and extremely active baby who just loves to make sure you never forgot about their existence by kicking you as hard as possible day and night.

Worry not. Four has made your struggles more bearable by being a darling husband through and through. He’s by your side during each doctor’s visit, does his own personal research on all things baby-related, and helps with every chore he can to give you at least some rest even if just for a quick nap, however most spectacularly, he does all of this without ever being too overbearing.

Although certainly concerned for your health, Four can recognize your strength any day of the week, especially when you've been rolling with the punches like a warrior queen during such a draining pregnancy. Anxious, sure, but not afraid. Why would he be? He’s confident that you’re both prepared to face anything together! …That is, until you actually went into labor…

Yeah, remember that previously mentioned, relaxed and darling husband? Forget about him. Your water broke and so did Four's calm demeanor, but can he really be blamed? You went into labor early - and not just by a couple of days either. Oh no, we're talking a couple of weeks early.

Regardless of his newfound fear, Four does his utmost best to still present himself as calm and collected in front of you, not wanting to freak you out any more than you’re already freaking out yourself. He first helped you lay down with plenty of pillows and cushions before running to get help. After that, he doesn’t leave your side, encouraging you throughout the process with a smile on his face, however don’t be fooled: the second you turn your head to the midwife’s voice or close your eyes to scream, your poor husband’s face reflects his inner thoughts as the situation fully begins to sink in. 'Scared shitless' - that's a good word to describe it; eyes wide in terror with a mouth that’s hung agape and slightly twisted in pain as your nails clawed into his hand.

As said, he never leaves your side - not even for a millisecond. You don’t have to worry about him being the type of guy to get grossed out by natural fluids or complain about your expressions of pain; none of that is remotely a concern of his. He’s just grateful to see you okay and even more so to hear his baby crying as they should.

A girl; small like her daddy, but healthy all things considered. Four couldn't wait to hold her, knowing damn well he was going to cry the second her soft skin touched his, but he isn’t ashamed of it in the slightest. Who wouldn’t cry holding something so precious?

Then you scream again. He thinks something must be wrong until the midwife announces that it isn’t over - that there are more squeezed in there waiting.

At the end of the day, you're just relieved to finally breathe easy without going through agonizing pain while Four, on the other hand, is left in shock staring at not one, not two, but three little babies, all healthy girls who wiggle and whimper in their parents' arms, but oh well. The nursery may have to be expanded, although there's plenty of love to go around. At least he can thank Hylia that it wasn’t quads (he's had enough of those).

Legend and you have been in a relationship for several years, although you had mutually agreed earlier on that neither of you were big fans of the whole 'marriage' thing. What difference would a ceremony and piece of paper make, anyway? You already act as any officially married couple would. You live together, go on dates, occasionally argue, and even share a bed which is exactly what resulted in a recent, unplanned detour in your lives: a baby.

When you first told Legend the news, he panicked, asking himself all those stupid questions like ‘what now’ and ‘how could this have happened’ even though he knew damn well how. Then he left. Giving some half-assed excuse about needing fresh air, he turned his back to you despite your pleas and didn’t return for hours.

Now, rest assured, he did immediately regret having that reaction and apologized for it as soon as he came home. He didn’t mean to scare you with the thought of abandonment, but as he would quietly confess during his apology, the thought of being a parent had just been too overwhelming in the moment. Neither of you had ever talked about having kids, and while he could at least have some peace of mind knowing you’ll obviously be a great mom, he fears that the same won’t be applied to him.

You have always been the light in a dim room, as Legend would put it. You’re fun, sweet, and amazing with kids. Any child of yours, planned or not, will love you with all of their heart exactly as he does. Meanwhile he’s stubborn, cranky, and the last kid to cross his path literally started sobbing. Maybe it had to do with him being covered in monster blood after just having crawled out of a dungeon but he’s pretty sure he traumatized a kid nonetheless…The thought of being just as bad around any kid you share together scares the crap out of him.

Deep, deep down, Legend’s actually somewhat excited to be a father. Although he’s too stubborn to admit it to anyone other than you, he’ll sometimes daydream about how nice it would be to tell a little replica of you both about all his adventures or to teach them how to use some of the items he’s collected over the years like his trusty boomerang. Seeing the excitement in their eyes would definitely be worth listening to you scold him afterwards. If that’s all there was to being a father, Legend wouldn’t have a single concern, yet it’s his insecurities that always have a habit of souring things. Would his kid actually find his stories cool or would they just be tempted to throw the boomerang right at his head?

You’ve done your best to reassure him, often falling back on the argument that the baby will be a part of him. Like father, like son, right? Legend was almost ready to believe you, too, especially upon laying eyes on his child for the first time. As you passed the tiny bundle over to him, he thought that maybe being a dad wasn’t going to be that scary after all, and it might not be so bad to even have more someday either…However, his worries were quick to return when the baby started screaming two seconds after being set into his arms…

Baby screams if he holds him. Baby whimpers if he looks at him for too long. Sometimes, Legend swears the thing starts crying simply by hearing his voice in another room. It doesn’t happen with anyone else, though. The baby just adores you as predicted, but what Legend can’t stand is the fact that the baby seems to like Ravio, of all annoyances, over his own dad.

He’s forced to watch as the little brat happily lets Ravio cradle him, the sight filling him with bitter jealousy and sorrow. You’re convinced that he’s just overthinking everything - that he should give himself time to adjust to his new position as a father instead of holding himself to unrealistic standards, but how long is he exactly supposed to wait until it clicks? It’s been a whole month already and he still feels as confused as day one! Will he ever get the hang of this whole dad-thing or is he a lost cause…?

If there’s any comfort Legend can have, it’s that even Ravio doesn’t know what to do with the baby once he starts crying, so at least he’s not alone in that aspect. The only problem is you’re busy making lunch and stubbornly refuse to pause your efforts. Instead, you shove a bottle over to Legend, insisting that he be the one to feed his son since it should be a ‘good bonding exercise’ for them. You won’t take ‘no’ for an answer and judging on your glare when he tries to protest, you probably wouldn’t be happy if he tries passing the task onto Ravio either.

Thus, Legend is left to awkwardly sit down and take the baby into his arms. He already knows it’s obvious he has no idea what he’s doing, Ravio doesn’t have to point it out, but luckily after some swift around, he manages to hold his son more securely against his chest before shoving the bottle in his face. The baby continues to fuss while turning his head away from the bottle, and Legend’s almost tempted to call for you in defeat until at last, the room falls silent.

Looking down, he watches in quiet awe as his son accepts his meal eagerly. His little hands quickly rise up, gripping onto Legend’s which holds the bottle in place. They’re so tiny; barely able to wrap around a single finger - Oh, and his eyes as well! They’re wide as he stares up at his dad with unbroken eye contact. It’s like a wordless conversation - one more valuable than any he’s heard before.

You return, offering to take your son now that your work is done, but Legend is quick to shake his head. Why don’t you take a well-deserved break while he handles this little troublemaker? It would be a shame to bother him when he looks so comfortable in daddy’s arms.

You've been dating Hyrule for longer than either of you can really remember, however you aren’t in any big rush to get married, figuring that it would make no real difference in your commitment to each other. You love Hyrule and he loves you. What more is there to say? For a while there, you were both perfectly satisfied with simply taking things slow and letting fate decide your course, although more recently you’ve had to switch up that method to something more stable for the baby. Yes, a baby.

You wouldn’t necessarily call it a surprise, but you also can’t truthfully say it was planned either. You had agreed that kids might be nice if the goddesses ever blessed you with any in the future, however you weren’t exactly trying for them…You just weren’t being very careful…

Hyrule must admit he was rather nervous at the start. The only prior experience he really had around kids was with Wind, but there’s a pretty big difference between a young teen and newborn. Pair that with his not so ‘kid-friendly’ world and there’s plenty to worry over. Anything could happen, but Hyrule’s determined to be the best dad and partner he can.

First thing was first, of course: you needed a place to stay. Traveling is fun and you both enjoy being on the move, but that’s no life for a baby. Hyrule and you had actually already considered the idea of settling down someplace before, so you didn’t think of it as a massive loss to take off your adventure boots for a while. If anything, it was a welcomed change once you remembered how lovely it is to be able to kick your feet up for a rest or be surrounded by warmth during a terrible rainstorm.

Again, Hyrule takes his job as your partner very seriously which wasn’t ever a surprise to you. He found a small house for you both to rent in one of the safer villages around; a perfect place for raising a child. While he might not have a talent for decorating or making a place feel ‘homey’, he does thrive when it comes to making sure you’re comfortable, his spare rupees definitely going to fluffy wool blankets and a rickety rocking chair that he saw at a market.

Early on in the pregnancy, you noticed that your boyfriend also began showing a new found determination for cooking which did scare you a bit at first - Okay, so maybe a lot. Hyrule began taking cooking lessons from some kind elderly ladies in town who must have an endless pool of patience because while you can’t say every dish is a masterpiece (or even editable for that matter), you are happy to say Hyrule can now make things like toast and tomato soup successfully. It’s progress.

There aren’t a ton of doctors in your time and none in your village, so you have to take a lot of notes from local women regarding the process. Hearing all their stories and the possible ‘what if’s for what could go wrong made you anxious, especially once you finally go into labor, but it doesn’t faze Hyrule - not on the outside, anyway. He does an excellent job of swallowing his own fears for your peace of mind, talking you through each painful contraction and doing his best to distract you from it all until it comes time to start pushing.

Some people may get squeamish at the thought of childbirth, however Hyrule isn’t one of them. He’s fought through some terrifying dungeons and has bore witness to more than a few gory injuries over the years, so bodily fluids don’t bother him one bit. He’s kneeled down right in front of you without a second’s hesitation, multitasking between mentally reviewing what he’s been told to do and reassuring you even though he’s sure you don’t hear a word of it over your own screams.

One minute Hyrule’s encouraging you to keep pushing, the next he’s holding a small, crying baby in his arms. His movements after that feel almost automatic as he carefully cleans her off and just admires the fact that this baby - this tiny, precious gift of life is his. She’s yours and his and she’s beautiful despite having come into existence within such a broken world filled with more hardships than he could count…

Your tired voice brings him back to reality - asking if the baby you hear crying is okay. You clearly feel the same thing Hyrule does upon seeing your daughter for the first time, the two of you sitting side-by-side as you soak in this wonderful emotion. Hope...That’s what she represents. Hope for a brighter future...

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thisapplepielife · 5 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

When in Vegas

Prompt Day 11: Royalty AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Drinking, Gambling | Tags: AU, Meet-Cute, Platonic Stobin, What Happens in Vegas

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry," Steve says, grabbing the shoulders of the guy he nearly knocked over on the Vegas casino floor. "I'm clumsy. It's apparently contagious. I caught it from my best friend," Steve explains, giggling.

He's tipsy.

"I see," the guy says, voice tense.

"Sorry, again," Steve repeats, and smiles in his direction.

"It's fine," the guy says, and Steve lets go of him. And then takes a good, long look. He's cute, but he's wearing a Knicks hat, and that's a definite dealbreaker.

He watches as the guy blushes under his gaze. Oh. Well, he's adorable. For a mortal enemy.

"Sorry, I can't be seen talking to you. Not after last night," Steve says, swaying on his feet, and the guy looks very confused.

"Last night?" he asks.

Steve points at his hat, "Your team knocked my team out of the semifinals, and I can't cross enemy lines."

The guy chuckles a little, and takes off his hat and examines it, like he's not sure what hat he was wearing on his own head. That's odd.

People are so weird.

Steve slumps down on the seat at the nearest slot machine and holds his hand back, offering his new frenemy a handful of nickels.

He takes them, and sits down next to him.

"Well, I'm Steve."

"Eddie," the guy says.

"What brings you to Vegas, Eddie?" Steve asks, pulling the handle on his machine again.

"A holiday," Eddie says, and Steve tries to think what holiday he means and is drawing a blank.

"My friends are getting married," Steve offers, and Eddie visibly tenses beside him.

"Well, that's nice. For them," Eddie says, voice clipped, tight.

And his voice is different than it was. Like his accent is fake. Is his accent fake? Robin would love that. A puzzle for her to solve. Where is Robin? She went to the bathroom a long time ago.

And she turns up, right after he has a cute boy, no, a cute Knicks fan, to talk to. Figures.

Robin's eyes are huge.

"You're…" she trails off, and Eddie shushes her.

"Who? He's who?" Steve asks, looking between them, wildly.

"Prince Eddie," she hisses, looking at Steve like he's the weird one here. He's the only sane one, he's pretty sure.

He's drunk. But this isn't Prince Eddie.

"Prince Eddie, as in, Prince Eddie," Steve says, not believing this bullshit.

"Please," Eddie says again, pulling his hat down lower.

Which, Steve guesses, would make sense. If Eddie just grabbed a hat as a disguise, he probably didn't care or know what team he was repping. So, maybe, he could be forgiven. Maybe.

"What are you doing lurking around a casino?" Robin asks, "Shouldn't you be across the pond?"

"Yes, well," Prince Eddie says haughtily, and he suddenly has a posh little accent. Steve knew it was fake earlier.

"Well, what?" Steve asks. He's curious now.

"My family has been trying to arrange a marriage, and I just decided to flee the country."

Steve looks at him, and he's never been able to school his face very well, and Prince Eddie must be able to read him like a book.

"I didn't say it was a good plan," Eddie admits, a little petulantly.

"Won't they know where you've gone? Or do you have secret money? I bet you have secret money," Robin rambles. She's tipsy, too.

"Well, yes. They must know I'm in the United States at this point. But I haven't checked into a hotel or anything they can trace me to yet."

"So, you're just gonna live in this casino?" Steve asks, "Is that the plan?"

"That's not the plan," Prince Eddie snaps.

Steve smiles, this is the most entertainment he's had all weekend. And they're in Vegas. It's been non-stop entertainment.

"You can stay with us, if you want to!" Robin suggests, overly chipper about that terrible idea.

"Yeah, this prince-"

And Prince Eddie shushes him, loudly.

Steve corrects himself, mid-sentence, "-this normal man, wants to crash in our hotel room. Sure."

"Well, he could!" Robin says, like it's an actual option.

"We could be serial killers," Steve says.

"You're not serial killers, don't be daft," Prince Eddie declares.

Steve smiles, because, yeah, they're not.

"We're not serial killers," Steve admits, "but we are poor commoners. So, still bad for you, I'd imagine."

Prince Eddie smiles, soft and amused.

Robin starts, "Prince Eddie-"

He interupts, "Please, just call me Eddie. I beg of you."

"Eddie," Robin says, "do you want to crash in our hotel room?"

"Yes, please, I think I'd like that very much."

Steve cannot believe his ears. But, okay, sure they can host a prince for the night.

Robin pulls up a chair in between them, and orders them all another round of drinks.

And another.

Once Prince Eddie loosens up, he's actually funny. Steve reaches over and turns his hat around backwards on his head.

"That's better. So I can look at you without gagging."

Eddie laughs, adjusting the hat, but leaving it backwards.

"So, you gotta get married," Robin says, like she understands his royal plight. She's touching both of their shoulders.

"Apparently, I'm of that age," Eddie slurs, feeding the machine another coin.

"And there's nobody you want to marry?" Robin asks.

Eddie shakes his head, "I'm definitely not interested in anyone they deem suitable."

Steve drains his glass, and just in time, because the waitress brings another round. They are small, and a little weak. But free. Steve likes free.

"What's that mean?" she questions, and Robin is playing stupid. She knows exactly why.

If Steve clocked him, Robin definitely did.

Eddie must agree with Steve's assessment, "You're aware I can't marry a woman."

"Well, we're in Vegas. You should marry Steve!" Robin shouts with delight.

Steve laughs, loudly. Yeah, sure, he'll marry Prince Eddie in front of Elvis. Sounds like a solid plan.

Then he sees Eddie looking at him, like he's considering this, and Steve's eyes go wide.

Notes: What year does this take place in? I have no idea. There's nickel slots instead of players card machines, but they can get married. So, it's just a total AU. Go with it, lol.

And I had a totally different idea for the Royalty AU, but it needed more words than 1000. Hopefully it'll go up for Steddiemas, instead. So, I had to come up with a second idea. Royalty isn't exactly in my wheelhouse, so I never expected to write two back-to-back, lol.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

If you want to see more of my entries into this month-long challenge, you can check them out in my Steddie Holiday Drabbles tag, right here!

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bteezxyewriter12 · 4 months

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Airhead

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 11k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, blow job, deep throating, cum eating, missionary (sort of), cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, Hongjoong is an annoying but amazing friend, fluff

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J POV

I watch Seonghwa's face morph from a blank look to one that finally gets what Wooyoung is saying

And I just wonder how someone, especially a mechanic, can be so dumb

Seriously, Seonghwa is gorgeous and so hot but he's a complete airhead

He's Hongjoong's roommate

Hongjoong is my best friend

Therefore I see Seonghwa a lot and yeah he's gorgeous, but I could never be with him

He always has a dumb look on his face, is always the last to get anything the guys say, everything has to be explained to him, even jokes

He's also a complete player

Always fucking girl after girl, even when I'm at the apartment with Hongjoong

He does seem like an animal in bed though

He's what people would call a male version of a bimbo

Hot, dumb and likes sex

I mean he's nice and all and he'd be good for a fuck but to date?

I'd lose way too many brain cells that I need

So I just oogle him then roll my eyes when he's acting dumb

"Be nice", Hongjoong whispers in my ear

"I am. I'm not saying anything"

"Stop rolling your eyes at him. He'll see then I'm gonna have to spend ten minutes dodging his questions of why you don't seem to like him"

I sigh, trying not to roll my eyes again

That's another thing

Seonghwa somehow got in his head that I don't like him

I don't know why

I'm not outright mean to him

I'm nice, I don't make him feel bad for being stupid, I don't roll my eyes when I speak to him and he says dumb things

I have some conversation with him

Simple ones

But he has it in his head that I don't like him and no matter how many times Hongjoong assures him I do he just doesn't believe it for some reason

I mean he's not my bestie or whatever but he's a friend

"C'mon Jo, cut the eye rolling out. It's not nice"

I huff, "I can't help it sometimes. I don't even know I'm doing it"

"Sure"

"I don't!", I protest

It's true

It's just like a habit and sometimes I do it without knowing

"Yeah ok Jo"

"Whatever", I answer

"That's the spirit", he says sarcastically

"If you two are quite done arguing", San interjects, "Were all ready to leave for the club"

I roll my eyes again

Purposely

"Yeah we're done", Hongjoong answers

"Honestly you two argue like an old married couple", Yeosang says

"Yeah. You two should date with the amount of times you argue", Wooyoung laughs

"Yeah no thanks", I answer

Hongjoong and I actually tried dating a few years ago

It did not work out and we decided to stay just friends

The sex was good though and we have been known to fuck now and again

He's good in bed but not a good boyfriend

For me anyway

And apparently I wasn't a good girlfriend for him

It's fine, while he can be a jerk, he's my best friend, we're there for each other for anything and we love each other

Platonically

"Absolutely not", Hongjoong shakes his head, "I can't deal with that all the time"

"That? I'm a that?", I snap

"When you're acting like a nut yeah you're a that"

I narrow my eyes at him

What a jerk

"As if you're so easy to fucking deal with"

"I'm a peach compared to you", he snorts

"Yeah a soft rotten peach", I scowl

"Alright children", Yunho says loudly, "Back to your corners for now. We're leaving"

Some of the guys stand up and start leaving the restaurant

Standing up, I catch Seonghwa's look on his face

He's looking down and slight upset

Wonder if he's ok

I shrug it off as he stands up, his head lifting, catching my gaze

He smiles, which knocks the breath out of me, then turns and follows Wooyoung

My god he's hot and that smile is gorgeous

But it's just looks, no substance

Sad

"Let's go you nut", Hongjoong nudges me

"Sure thing peach", I say sarcastically

"Hey, be nice or I'll leave you here"

"You would never", I threaten

"Try me", he snorts as we leave the restaurant, "You can get an Uber there"

"You jerk!"

"Oh god what now?", Wooyoung whines

"I'm about to leave her here", Hongjoong grumbles

"He wouldn't dare!", I exclaim

"How would she get to the club?", San asks

"She has Uber", Hongjoong answers

"Stop being a jerk Hongjoong! You started it!"

"Uh, I uh...I can take you. To the club", Seonghwa's voice intervenes

I turn my attention to him, where he's standing next to Jongho, his hands in his pockets

"If you want", he says, "If he's being mean. You can come with me"

"I am not being mean!", Hongjoong yells

"Yeah ok", I tell Seonghwa

Hongjoong is being annoying and I know if I get in his car we're just going to be arguing all the way to the club

It'll be a total mood killer

"What! Joanne!", Hongjoong exclaims

"I'm going with Hwa", I tell him, glaring

"You know what? Fine!", he yells, then looks at Seonghwa, "Good fucking luck. She's your problem now"

"Fuck you!", I shout as he walks to his car

"It's ok Jo", Seonghwa says, suddenly right next to me, "He's just being a jerk. You know he would never leave you here alone"

I know this but why does he have to start shit?

"C'mon Jo. My car's this way"

I glare in the direction of Hongjoong's car then follow Seonghwa to his

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"Give me a shot of vodka!", I yell at the bartender over the loud club music, "And a margarita!"

It's so fucking crowded here

As soon as we got here the guys dispersed

I'm ignoring Hongjoong

Jongho is holding down the couches we were able to get

Yeosang, Yunho and Mingi are dancing

Wooyoung and San are looking for girls to fuck

Yunho is at one of the bars trying to get drinks

And I have no clue where Seonghwa went off to

The ride here was pleasant

Seonghwa didn't say much, just kept the music on which mellowed me out a bit after the argument with my idiot best friend

It was nice

When we got here we met up with the guys then he disappeared

I went to the bathroom and now I'm here waiting for drinks

My feet hurt already in these heels

I'm not a heel person

I'm not really a club person either but I go because the guys want to

It's an excuse to dress slutty and drink so it's not all bad

I stand off to the side of the bar waiting for my drinks when a guy appears next to me, squeezing his way in

Rude

He shouts some order to the bartender then of course looks around him and spots me

Great

His eyes widen and he smirks

Here we go

"Hi", he shouts

"No", I yell, shaking my head

I'm so not in the mood to entertain a drunk

I'm not looking to fuck tonight either

He leans closer, "You're really pretty"

I move my head back, the smell of alcohol invading my nose

"Thanks but no", I answer

"No? You're not dressed like it's a no"

Of course

Typical idiot guy

He smirks, his fingers flicking the chains that are holding my shirt together

"Nice tits"

"Fuck off", I growl

His hand tugs on one of the chains on my skirt, "These could be fun"

Yeah if I choke the life from him with it

I step back, making some space between us

"Fuck off", I repeat

He just laughs, his hand reaching out to touch me again

Suddenly a hand grabs his, stopping him inches from my skin

"Do not touch her", a voice growls dangerously

I look up, shocked to see Seonghwa

And man, he looks pissed

He pushes the guy's hand away, standing slightly in front of me, "Fuck off or I'll make you fuck off"

I gape at the hard look on Seonghwa's face

He looks like he's going to fuck this guy up

The guy snorts, "What are you going to do?"

Seonghwa steps up to him, right in his face

Seonghwa is tall so he towers over the guy

"Try to touch her and fucking find out", he threatens

Not gonna lie, this is kinda hot

Of course leave it to me to find this alpha male shit attractive

Well..maybe it's just attractive on Seonghwa

"And who the fuck are you?", the guy snarls

"She's with me. Back off"

Seonghwa and the guy glare at one another, neither backing down

I really hope there's not a fight

I don't want Seonghwa to get hurt

Although my money is on him, this guy could land a punch or two

"Hey, what's going on?", a guy shouts coming over to the one who tried to hit on me

"He's threatening to kick my ass", he drunk guy snorts, his friend looking over at Seonghwa

"If you touch her again, I will", Seonghwa snarls

The friend looks at the drunk guy sighing, "Again Hyuk? What the fuck man? Why are you always going after someone's girl?"

Apparently he does this often

"She was here alone man"

"Obviously not", his friend rolls his eyes

The friend looks at Seonghwa, "Look I'm sorry. He's a fucking idiot"

"He touched her", Seonghwa growls, "Twice and tried for a third after she backed away. He's lucky I didn't break his fucking fingers"

Holy shit

I've never seen Seonghwa like this, never heard him speak like this

Come to think of it, I haven't seen him angry before

But right now, the rage is radiating off him

"I hear you", the friend says, "I'm really sorry. I'll keep him away"

"Yeah do that"

The friend pulls the drunk guy away, who whines that he didn't get his drink yet

"You don't need more, you fuckwad. You were almost killed, you idiot"

They disappear and Seonghwa turns around to me, his body still tense

"Are you ok?", he asks worriedly

"Yeah Hwa. I'm fine", I nod, "Thanks. For helping"

He nods, "Of course. I wouldn't let anyone hurt you"

I raise my eyebrow at that but it's sweet and yeah it melts my cold heart a little

"Thanks", I smile

He gives me a soft one then asks, "Did you get your drink?"

I shake my head then glance at the bar

"Bartender didn't even make it yet. I think he forgot about me"

"I'll get it for you", he says but I shake my head

"Nah it's ok. After that idiot I'm not too keen on getting drunk right now"

He nods, "Yeah ok. Do you wanna go back to the seats?"

I shake my head

I don't want to sit and watch people

"Would you uh....maybe ...wanna dance?", he asks shyly

"Me?", I ask surprised

He nods

Why the hell not?

We're at a club after all

"Yeah Hwa ok"

He slowly reaches for my hand, taking it

I squeeze his reassuringly, smiling at him

He smiles his beautiful smile, then tugs my hand, leading me to the dance floor

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It's so hot here and I'm sweating so much

But fuck, I'm not stopping

Seonghwa is a fucking amazing dancer

We started out dancing with space between us but as the time went by we got closer and closer

Now my arms are around his neck, his are around my waist, one of his hands on my ass as we grind into each other

His black hair is so sweaty, sticking to his forehead, looking so fucking hot

There are bodies all around us, bumping into us but it's like it's just the two of us in the room

Girls have tried to cut in, wanting to dance with him but he just shakes his head and keeps his hold on me tighter

I'm given dirty look after dirty look but I just smirk at them

There is this one girl though that keeps trying

I think she's like his go to dance partner or something

Maybe a fuck buddy but I've never seen her before

She keeps getting rejected but doesn't get the hint

Another airhead

But whatever, Seonghwa's still dancing with me and that's all that matters

Turning in his arms, he pulls me closer to him, my ass against his dick

His hard dick

I just smirk and keep on dancing

His hand stays on my hip, his other sliding up my body, moving under the chains that hold my shirt together, in between my boobs

I don't know why I'm letting him touch me like this but I am

I like it, his warm hand against my skin, his head next to mine, his breath on my shoulder

God, I'm so turned on

The song changes as we dance and I get lost in my own world with Seonghwa

But then his hand disappears from my hip and I feel him moving away from me

His hand leaves my shirt and I turn around to see that girl tugging him away, pouting

"My turn", she shouts to him but he shakes his head

She doesn't let up, moving her arms around his neck, pressing her body to him while he tries to pry her off him and move away

Rage like I never felt before hits me hard

Is this what he was feeling when that loser tried to touch me because if so, I understand why he was so pissed

I move fast, grabbing her arm and pulling her off him

I get between them, pushing him back behind me, yelling, "Back the fuck off!"

"He's mine!", she shouts

Oh god, is she delusional?

"He said no"

"He's always with me until your skanky ass came! Go away"

I shake my head, the anger building, "He said no. Fuck off"

He shook his head so many times, he rejected her so many times, what doesn't she get?

And her throwing herself at him is just pathetic

She narrows her eyes and the next thing I know she shoves me backward

I teeter back in my heels, Seonghwa catching me before I fall and helping me back upright

"Jagi, you ok?", he asks but I don't answer

I'm furious

Straightening up, I pull my arm back and punch the girl right in the center of her face

Pain runs up my arm but the satisfying sight of her falling down and screaming makes it better

Fucking bitch doesn't know who she's fucking with

If she thinks she's gonna shove me and nothing's gonna happen to her she has another thing coming

She's a crying heap on the floor, blood running from her nose but I'm not done

I start moving towards her, when Seonghwa grabs my hand, pulling me back to him

"Don't Jo. It's ok. I'm ok. Just come with me. Please"

I hesitate, glaring at the girl, torn between beating the crap out of her or listening to Seonghwa

Seonghwa tilts my face to him, the worry in his eyes snapping out of my rage

"Please, come with me"

I nod, relief blooming on his face

He tugs me away and I follow him

We pass the guys at the couches, one of the bars and we make it outside of the club

We move to the side of the club where other people who were already let in are taking a break

"Are you ok?", he asks, turning to me

I raise my eyebrow, "Uh, yeah. Are you? She kinda just sexually harassed you"

"I'm fine. Shit like that happens all the time"

It does?

That has to be so annoying

"Well I'm sorry for that. And uh sorry if she's like your girlfriend or something. I just got mad when she wouldn't stop after you said no"

"She's not anything to me. Just a girl that frequents the clubs I go to. I dance with her sometimes but that's all"

"You don't fuck her?"

He shakes his head, "She seems.... unhinged and I know adding sex to it will just make her crazy"

Yeah no shit

"Thanks for defending me", he says, smiling shyly, "It was kinda hot"

I burst out laughing, "Yeah well I felt the same when you did it"

His smile widens although his cheeks do turn a cute shade of pink

Huh, Seonghwa blushing

Never thought I'd see that

"Do you wanna go back inside?", he asks after a few minutes

I shake my head, "That kinda killed the vibe. I think I'll call an Uber and go home"

"I'll take you", he says softly

I want him too but I'm not gonna be selfish

It's still kinda early and he can go have more fun with the guys

"Nah, it's ok. You don't have to cut your night short because of me. You go have fun, I'll find a way home. Don't worry"

He shakes his head, "It's not cutting anything short. I want to. It's really not a problem. Ok?"

He's looking at me with a small encouraging smile on his face and I give in

"Ok but only if you want to"

"I do", he says, nodding

"Ok"

"Great", he smiles wider, "I'll go get your jacket and bag. I'll be right back"

I'm about to protest and tell him I can get it but he's already gone

I don't know what's happening but this is the most time I've ever spent with Seonghwa and I'm realizing I may have a little crush on the airhead

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His car pulls up to my apartment building, putting the car in park

"Thanks for doing this. You didn't have to"

"Anytime", he says, glancing over at me

The whole ride home was quiet again, with music but I couldn't concentrate

The only thing I kept asking myself was if I was gonna ask him to come in with me or not

And I decided I'm asking

If nothing else, then maybe I can experience the animal I hear when he's fucking and I'm at their apartment

"You wanna come with me?", I ask

He bites his lip, "I do but is that what you want? I don't want you to ask because you feel you have to. It's cool"

I shake my head, shocked at how sweet he is, "It's what I want Hwa. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't what I want. I don't do the pity thing"

"Yeah I should of known", he chuckles, "I'll park the car if you wanna wait in the lobby?"

I shake my head, "I'll stay here with you. We'll go together"

"Ok", he answers

He finds a spot a few spaces down and I'm flabbergasted

"How did you get this spot so easily? Hongjoong has to circle around and around to find a spot"

"Just lucky, I guess", he shrugs

He parks and we get out

Once he's near me, I take his hand and lead him to the building

The wall and elevator ride is quiet, as is when we first get into my apartment

"So basically this is the living room. Kitchen is there", I point, "Bathroom is second door on the right in the hall and my bedroom is at the end of the hall"

"It's nice", he says, looking around

"Thanks", I answer, putting my jacket away in the coat closet

I kick the heels off into the closet too, it feeling so fucking good when my feet sink into the carpet

No more pain

"You can put your jacket and sneakers in here", I tell him

He nods doing just that, then comes to stand in front of me

And cue the awkward silence

I don't know where to look, so I settle on the carpet between us

After a minute, his hand moves, tugging on the chains on my shirt

Well this shirt is popular

"Are you gonna stop teasing me now?", he says softly

My eyes snap to his, wondering what he's talking about

His fingers pull the chain through one of the loops of the shirt, undoing it

"Are you gonna stop showing me what I can't have when you wear clothes like this?"

Wait what?

The chain is pulled through another loop then another

"Are you finally gonna let me have you?"

My mind is blanking as his fingers move the chain through the shirt

I had no idea he even thought about me at all, let alone wanted to fuck me

"I know what you think of me", he says, "You think I'm dumb, I'm a player, an airhead"

How the fuck does he know that?

I have never said anything like that to him and I know Hongjoong would never tell him I think of him like that

"Maybe I am but I promise you, I can fuck you so good, make you cum so hard that I'll be the only one you want in between you legs from now on"

Holy shit

My knees are shaky and I'm so turned on, my panties soaked

He's fucking sexy as fuck

"So are you gonna stop driving me fucking crazy and let me show you I can be everything you want?"

I look at him, his eyes swirling with desire, lust, confidence and affection

Affection?

What?

"Are you?", he whispers

"Yes", I tell him, wanting him so much

He smiles then his lips are against mine, kissing me wildly

My body burns with fire from his lips, shooting to every nerve, my head spinning

I grab onto his shirt to keep myself steady as his arms move around me, pressing me against him

I kiss him back eagerly, his tongue slipping in and playing with mine as I moan in his mouth

His hands slide down to my ass, lifting me up

I lock my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as I plunge my fingers in his soft hair, kissing him desperately

He breaks the kiss, immediately walking toward the hallway and in the direction of my room

He gently places me on the bed, moving on top of me

He grabs the chain and pulls it through the final loops of the shirt then tossed it away

He moves his hands to my hips and very slowly slides them up, my skin trembling under his fingers

He gets to my shirt, moving it open, his eyes on my boobs, biting his lip

He squeezes softly, his hands cool against my hot skin

"Fuck", he whispers, "After all that teasing, they're so much better than I imagined"

"Imagined?", I ask

He nods, "I wanted you from the first time I saw you"

What?

That was like five years ago

"And every time you wore an outfit like tonight's you drove me fucking insane"

He leans down, pressing kisses in between my boobs, his lips leaving fire in every fucking cell, lighting my entire body up

"But you never paid attention to me", he says, kissing all over my boob, getting closer and closer to my nipple and driving me crazy, "I was ok with it at first. I didn't know you and it wasn't anything more than sexual attraction"

I'm hanging on every word, while desperately wanting him to get his mouth on my nipple

But he doesn't, instead switching to my other boob, kissing it and making me whimper

"But once I got to know you, I hated it. I just wanted you to notice me"

"I did", I moan, "I did"

Of course I noticed him

He's flawless

"Not the way I wanted you to", he murmurs, now kissing my neck, his hands still around my boobs, "You thought I was hot. Like every other girl does. That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted you to see me"

I honestly have no idea about any of this

I don't think Hongjoong even knows this

"And when you did notice me, I knew you thought I was dumb. A hot dumb man whore"

Well he's not wrong

But if that's how he acts then what am I supposed to think?

"What...what did you want me to notice you as?", I ask, his kisses so fucking good

"I can't tell you", he says

I stop him from kissing me, lifting his face to mine

"Tell me", I ask softly

He looks so vulnerable, so unsure and it's shocking me to my core

I've never seen him like this

He looks away as he mutters, "I want you to see me like someone you'd want to be with. Like a boyfriend"

Before tonight I'd say there's no way

That I can't be with someone who's clueless like him

But that was before he protected me, defended me, before he was sweet to me, before he went out of his way to take me home, before he made sure I was comfortable with him coming in

Before I became jealous of that girl who was touching him

And as I look at him I realize I really like him

And I'm all for seeing where this goes with him

"I do Hwa", I whisper, "I do now"

He hesitates, "Are you sure?"

"Hey", I say softly, "I don't do the pity thing remember?"

He nods slowly

"I do see you that way Seonghwa"

"Yeah?"

"Yes", I confirm

He nods, "I'll show you I can be what you want Jo"

I shake my head, "No Hwa, just be you. I don't want you to be anything other than yourself"

He smiles, "I can do that"

"Good baby"

With that, I pull him closer, kissing his soft beautiful lips, melting against him

His lips move from mine to my neck and down, leaving a trail of hot kisses behind

His mouth finally moves around my nipple, sucking softly on it

My body arches into his, moaning loudly, my fingers sliding in his hair

He sucks for awhile, then switches, licking my other nipple before sucking too, pleasure running up my spine

Fuck his mouth is so good

When he finally pulls away, I manage to sit up on my knees, shrugging the rest of my shirt off and throwing it off my bed

I grab him by his shirt and pull him to me, my lips crashing against his

I seriously cannot get enough of kissing him

He kisses me back as I start undoing the buttons of his black button down shirt

I move my fingers as fast as I can but it's not fast enough for me

When there's like three buttons left, I just grab both sides and pull them apart, the buttons popping off and clinking in the room, swallowing the moan he lets out

I'll fix his shirt tomorrow, I'll buy him another one, I'll do whatever, I don't care, I just want it off

Pushing it off his broad shoulders, I toss it with my shirt, then leaving his beautiful lips, I press kisses against his neck

"Fuck baby", he whines as I move my arms around him and press myself as close to him as I can, his soft skin against mine

His arms move around me, holding me while my hands explore the expanse of his back, his muscles rippling under my fingers

Fuck, it feels good

I continue trailing my kisses over his shoulders and all over his chest, wanting to kiss every inch of his perfect skin

As I kiss him, I slide my hands around to the front of him, my fingers trailing all over his chiseled abs

Jesus Christ, it feels like they were carved into him

I shamelessly feel him up then move my hands down to his belt, undoing it

I manage to get his jeans open before he moves me on my back again, his hands pulling down my skirt and panties as he kisses my neck

Once they're off, his lips trail down my body, kissing as much of my skin as he can

I close my eyes, whimpering and breathing hard from how good it feels

His arm moves around my waist, lifting me up as his free hand pushes my legs open

When he gets between my legs, I feel his wet tongue lick up my pussy slowly, pleasure making me gasp

Oh fuck

His tongue speeds up, licking fast, switching between using his whole tongue and just the tip

My god, he's good at eating pussy

He slides his tongue up, rolling it over my clit and can't help but cry out in bliss

It feels fucking amazing

His tongue stays there, flicking faster and faster, my legs shaking, watching him eat me out

He looks like he's actually enjoying himself, content between my legs

And he looks so fucking hot there too

His mouth moves around my clit sucking once then lavishing more licks

So good

"Hwa", I whimper and he lets out a loud moan, his eyes closing, as his tongue keeps moving

"Say it again", he pleads in between licks, "Please, say my name again"

"Hwa", I repeat, lost in the pleasure his tongue is giving me

He groans into me, his free hand digging into my thigh as his tongue moves faster than I thought he could go

He drops his tongue down, sliding it in my hole, my mind blanking from how incredible it feels

"Hwa", I cry, my hand burying in his hair, pushing his face into my cunt as much as possible

He tongue fucks me fast, making me wetter and wetter every second, bringing me closer and closer, my pussy clenching around his tongue with each thrust inside

His tongue is fucking magical

My hips move on their own, grinding into his mouth as intense pleasure washes over me

"Seonghwa!", I yell, coming around his tongue, pulsing around it, my fingers twisting in his hair

He moans so loudly, tongue not stopping as he pumps it in and out of me

As my orgasm finishes, Seonghwa licks up my pussy, his mouth wrapping around my clit and sucking hard, throwing me right back into intense bliss

"Seonghwa! Oh fuck, Seonghwa"

"Mmm jagi, fuck, love this little swollen throbbing clit", he murmurs, "So fucking good to suck on"

I pant hard, his words turning me on even more

"God jagi, you're making me so hard", he groans, "Can't wait to fuck this tiny pussy open"

"Seonghwa", I moan, moving my hips, fucking his face as he keeps his tongue against my clit while he sucks, ecstacy plowing through me

His free hand travels up my body softly, his fingers making heat burst in every single cell

I can't help watching him, watch his jaw move as he's sucks and it's so fucking erotic

His eyes slowly move up to mine, meeting my gaze and holding it

His mouth doesn't stop, slurping on my clit as he looks at me

His eyes hypnotize me, I'm falling into their beautiful brown color

I brush the hair out of his face, keeping a hold on it as his mouth brings me right there, his fingers softly grazing the skin on my side

"Seonghwa", I whimper, closing my eyes as my orgasm wracks through my body

His mouth sucks harder, my body arching from the bed, crying his name louder, the pleasure shutting my mind off

It's so fucking good, better than good

As it passes, Seonghwa let's go of my clit and licks along my cunt, moaning into me, "Tastes so fucking good jagi. Fuck, so sweet, fuck"

It registers that he likes the way I taste and that's surprising

And completely hot

His tongue stops and he moves up on his knees

"Can I fuck you now?", he asks softly, "Please, I need to be inside you"

My eyes widen in shock at the pleading in his voice and all I can do is nod

He stands, getting his jeans and boxers down, then gets back on the bed before I can see his dick

Grabbing my legs, he pushes them till my knees are at my chest, then he holds onto my ankles, pushing the rest of my legs up

Moving closer to me, his cock pushes inside

"Oh oh fuck", I moan as he slides in slowly, his cock stretching me out, the pleasure so acute

My god he has a big dick

A big fat dick

I feel every inch that he pushes into me, my cunt taking him eagerly, sucking him in

"Oh my fucking god", he moans loudly, "Oh my god, baby. So good. Fuck. Fuck...so ngl...fffff"

I know exactly how he feels

He keeps going until he bottoms out, so deep in my pussy, his fat head right against my spot

My cunt squeezes his cock so hard, the pretty sounds coming from his mouth, so loud

"My god, how do you feel this good?", he whimpers, keeping himself inside me, "Fuck, it's never felt that good going inside a pussy before. Jesus, you have to be the tightest cunt I've ever been inside of"

I mean he is the biggest I've ever taken

Hongjoong is pretty big but I think Seonghwa is bigger

There was some room with Hongjoong

There's absolutely no room with Seonghwa, with him barely fitting inside, his cock touching all the right places

"I'm gonna move baby, ok?"

I nod, so anxious to feel him more, "Please"

His cock drags out of me, shivers running up my spine from the bliss

He thrusts back in slowly but hits so deep inside, smashing my spot right away

"Fff...fuck", I whimper, holding onto the sheets

He pulls out again then in, then out, then in, moving a touch faster with each stroke

The bliss running through me is fucking amazing, an intensity I've never felt before

He's going in so deep, it's like I can feel him in my stomach and I fucking love it

"Feels so good jagi", he groans, his grip on my ankles tightening, "Pretty tight little pussy feels so fucking good"

His hips slam into me, the pleasure taking over my entire body

"Seonghwa", I whimper, feeling so good

"Yeah baby fuck, say my name", he groans, "Fuck, I love hearing you say my name"

He pulls my legs down, over his, leaning back on his hand, his hips thrusting faster, splitting my pussy on his fat cock

I have a clear view of him and it's like watching a fucking angel

His body slightly arches as he's still on his knees, his head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, moaning so beautifully

His body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, defining his muscles, his free hand holding my hip hard as he fucks into me

I feel my cunt get soaked with every move of his cock, getting closer

I'm surprised

Only one guy has ever made me cum with just his dick

Hongjoong

But it seems that Seonghwa has that skill too

My cunt pulses quickly around his hard dick, his moans so loud

"Fuck, you got so tight. Gonna cum?", he asks

"Yes", I cry, my hands twisting in my sheets

His hips move faster, fucking me right into the intense orgasm

"Seonghwa!", I cry, pleasure slamming into me hard, taking my breath away

His cock keeps moving into me, right into my spot, keeping me in bliss as I repeat his name over and over

"Fuck, you're so fucking gorgeous when you cum", he murmurs

I look up, seeing him watching me, his tongue poking out from the side of his lip

It's so stupidly hot

When the pleasure leaves my body, I sit up, moving off his cock

Before he can do anything, his cock is in my mouth and I'm sucking hard around him

"Shit", he groans, "Fuck...fuck"

His other hand moves behind him, leaning back on both hands and I feel his eyes on me, knowing he's watching

My hand wraps around the part of his cock not in my mouth, jerking him off in time with my sucking

His dick is so big, so thick, so heavy, filling my mouth to the brim

He's also so hard making him incredibly easy to suck on

Pulling off his dick, I lick from his base to his head, listening to the pretty sounds coming from his mouth

I run my tongue over his slit, licking up the cum that he's leaking, moaning at how good he tastes

Wrapping my mouth around his head, I suck over and over, moving down his thick length

His cock throbs in my mouth as I play on his dick, my hand moving up and down quickly

"Oh god", he cries, one of his hands moving in my hair, holding on

Removing my hand, I push down more on his dick, determined to deep throat him

I can do it to Hongjoong, I can do it to him too

Holding onto his hips, I slowly take him in an inch at a time, stopping to get used to him as he goes in deeper

His cock hits the back of my throat, slipping in just a little, tears springing to my eyes

I choke around his dick, spit sliding down the rest of his shaft while I get my throat under control

"Shit jagi, are you ok?", he asks, trying to pull back

I keep him in place, nodding to answer him

When my throat is relaxed, I continue my descent down his cock, breathing in through my nose as his length moves into my throat more and more

And he's just moaning loudly, panting hard, making me smile inside

He's not the only one who's good at sex

Finally, I bottom him out, sucking softly, getting used to him deep in my throat before I begin moving

"Fuck baby", he pants, "Fuck, you're so fucking insane. Nnnn.. no one has ever been able to deep throat me"

I look up at him, smirking around his dick

"God, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth", he murmurs, his eyes full of desire, "So fucking pretty"

I smile to myself, getting ready to move

I slip up his cock about half way, then surge down, taking all of him in my throat again

"Fuck!", he shouts, his thighs shaking and I take that as my cue to start moving

Bobbing up and down his cock, I feel every inch gliding in and out of my mouth, the sensation surprisingly pleasurable for me

Obviously it's pleasurable for him as he's shouting his head off in bliss

"Fuck baby, fuck, your mouth is so good", he moans, his fingers tightening in my hair, "Fuck, never been blown this good before. Fuck, don't stop"

I'm definitely not, moving faster along his dick, sucking and swallowing a few times every time I bury him in my throat

I love his cock in my mouth, I love the sounds he's making, I love the way his hand is pulling my hair

"I...I can't...I can't last", he whines, "Fuck, it's too good. Gonna make me blow my load so quickly. Fuck"

I move desperately on his dick, wanting nothing more than to swallow his cum

"I'm coming. Fuck...should I get out?", he cries

To answer, I bottom him out in my throat, sucking hard on his length

"Fuck! Joanne, fuck!", he yells, his fat cock throbbing in my mouth, cum shooting down my throat

I swallow over and over, his cum tasting so good

Fuck, I could suck his cock everyday if he'd let me

When he finishes, I start to pull him out of my mouth when he stops me

"No baby, please. Suck my dick more", he begs

Not gonna lie, that's a little weird

In my experience, a guy doesn't want to be sucked on after he cums

It's too sensitive for them

Guess not for Seonghwa or he powers through it until it feels good again

Still, I blow him, changing between deepthroat bobs, swallows and sucking

Slowly his cock gets hard in my mouth again and I go at it harder, his dick like a big fat lollipop

Once he's hard, he tugs on my hair, gently pulling me off him

"I need to be inside you again", he whimpers

Yes please

I move over him, pushing him on his back, my lips against his soft ones

His hands move into my hair, holding on, kissing me back just as eagerly

Moving my hand between us, I move his dick to my entrance and sink down on him

"Mmmmmm", he moans in my mouth as I slide down his cock, feeling his length open me up so pleasurably

I bottom him out, groaning against his lips, his head nestled snuggly against my spot

I move my hips, rocking on him, rubbing my spot on his head

His hands slide down my back, his fingers leaving heat in every cell, stopping at my hips, helping me move on him

My pussy clenches around his fat dick so hard with every rock, pleasure running up my spine

I still can't believe how good he feels

How it feels like he's made for me, made to be inside me

Breaking the kiss, I sit up, getting ready to ride him

His eyes slowly move from my hips up my body to my face, his eyes gazing into mine

"You're so fucking beautiful", he whispers, "Perfect"

I feel my face flush as I shyly tell him, "You're beautiful too Hwa"

His cheeks blush as he smiles softly

I move my hands from his shoulders down to his chest and lower to his abs

Leaning on him, I slide up this dick to his head then sink back down, clenching his cock purposely over and over as I bottom him out

"Oh fuck", he gapes, watching me bounce on him, "How...how is your pussy....squeezing again and again?"

I smirk at him, "I like sex too Hwa. I'm good at it just like you"

He nods, panting, "You are. Fuck. Feels so good"

He's right about that

He feels so good, his cock so good to bounce on, so good to squeeze, his dick going so deep inside me, hitting my spot every time

"Hwa", I moan, closing my eyes and bouncing harder, grinding on his cock every time I take him back in

My mind is shutting off, my head in the clouds from the bliss he's giving me

"So pretty", he whines, "You're so fucking gorgeous, riding my cock so hard. Fuck, I don't want to leave your pussy"

"Don't wanna get off your cock", I whimper, keeping a hard steady pace, his rock hard cock bringing me closer with each bounce

"Fuck, you're gonna cum", he groans, "I...I'm gonna cum too. I can't...I can't last another of your orgasms. Feels too good"

It feels too good?

Seriously?

Mind blown

"Wher-"

"In my pussy", I whimper, my eyes opening and landing on his, "Cum in my pussy"

He nods, his hands helping me bounce on him

It's so hot in here, I'm covered in sweat but I can't stop

He feels too fucking amazing

I move my hands behind me, leaning on his legs as I fuck his cock right into my orgasm

I scream his name as pure ecstasy slams into me, my vision turning white as I squirt all over him

I feel myself gush all over his dick, his lap, my brain turning off as I ride it out on his cock

"Yes fuck. So pretty", he gasps, "Pretty squirting pussy. Fuck, soak my cock baby"

He thrusts up into me, fucking me as his cock throbs hard inside me

"I'm coming", he shouts, sheathing his cock inside me, "I'm coming in your pussy! Fuck Joanne! Fuck!"

I force myself to focus on him, watching him

He's fucking ethereal

He's so sweaty, his hair, his body, glistening all over him

His head pressed back into the bed, eyes closed, mouth slightly open as he moans, pleasure all over this face

Simply stunning

His warm sticky cum shoots deep inside me and it feels so good

I squeeze his cock over and over, milking him for all of it

His body shakes as he finishes, then goes limp on the bed, his muscular chest rising quickly

I kiss his cheek, then move off of him

"One..minute", he breathes, trying to catch his breath

"Yeah Hwa", I answer, "I'll be right back"

I go to the bathroom to clean up and use it

When I finish, I grab a hand towel and wet it, then go back to my room

He's still laying in the same spot, his breathing normal, his eyes still closed

Sitting next to him, I use the towel to clean him cause I kinda left a mess all over his lap

His eyes open slowly, murmuring a thank you

I run my fingers in his hair, smiling and telling him not to worry about it

He smiles back, then slowly sits up

"I should go", he says quietly

Yes he should

However, I don't want him too

I want to know if what he was saying before was true

If he really wants me to see him like a boyfriend

If he really wants to be with me

That's not a conversation for now, it's one for tomorrow

I also want to know what it's like to sleep in his arms

"Don't go Hwa", I say softly, his eyes moving to mine, surprise in them, "Stay with me tonight"

"Are...are you sure?", he asks hesitantly

I nod, "I'm sure. If that's what you want"

"It is", he says shyly, "So much"

"Ok", I smile, "It's late, I think I'm gonna sleep"

"Ok. Me too", he answers

I give him one of my pillows, him laying it next to mine

We get under the covers and I waste no time in turning my body to his, laying my head on his shoulder, my face nuzzling in his neck and cuddling into him, his skin so soft and smooth

His arms immediately move around me, snuggling into me too, holding me tightly

"Night Hwa"

"Night Jo"

I close my eyes, feeling so comfortable in his arms and I know I'm gonna have a great night's sleep

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I wake up, groggily opening my eyes

And I notice I'm alone in my bed

Sitting up, I look for Seonghwa but he's not in my room

Did he really leave?

I can't help the pang of disappointment hitting my chest

After the things he said last night, I assumed he wanted to..date

And I actually was excited for that, especially after spending time with him all last night before we came to my apartment

Although he could of also just said those things to get in my pants

If that was the reason then he succeeded

And it sucks

Or he could have work

It's a Sunday though and I don't know if his mechanic shop is open on Sundays

I sigh, getting up and putting on some PJs

Grabbing my phone, I check it on the way to the bathroom

Nothing

No messages from him

After using the bathroom, I head to my kitchen, trying to decide if I should text him or not

Hear his reasons for bailing while I was asleep

Walking into my kitchen, I look up at the "good morning" I hear

Seonghwa is setting my little kitchen table with plates and breakfast foods, wearing just his boxers

I pinch my arm to make sure I'm awake and this isn't a dream

"You do realize you have absolutely no food here right? I couldn't cook anything and had to order instead"

"I ...uh...didn't get to go shopping yet", I answer, dumbfounded that he's still here and apparently wanted to make breakfast for me

No guy had ever done that before

"Really?", he teases

I blush, "Ok ok. I can't cook for shit. I just buy snacks and food to heat up. And order out"

He chuckles, shaking his head, "I'll cook for you then"

I raise my eyebrows as my brain penetrates his words, making my heart beat faster at what they imply

"Are you hungry? Wanna eat?", he asks

I nod, sitting down, still dumbfounded this is happening

I take a look at the table and he got so much- waffles, eggs, bacon, toast, donuts, bagels, cream cheese, muffins

And in front of my plate is a mug of tea

"How did you-", I start, pointing at the mug

"Hongjoong", he says, blushing, "He complains how you never drink coffee but make your tea like it's coffee"

I roll my eyes, "He's so annoying"

"I agree", he nods

We both get the food we want and start to eat in silence

He keeps looking at me nervously and I'm doing the same thing, not knowing how to bring up last night

He does a little cough and I look up, meeting his gaze

"So uh...about last night", he says softly, hope in his eyes

"I mean what I said", I answer, "I see you as someone I want to be with Hwa. If that's what you want?"

He nods, "It is. So much. I...I really like you"

I smile, reaching out for his hand and he takes mine, "I really like you too Hwa"

"Yeah?", he asks, shyly

I nod, "Yeah"

"Ok"

"Ok", he smiles

We go back to eating, still holding hands and honestly I'm happy

"So can I ask you something?", I ask

He nods, "Yeah"

"How....how are you being so different? You're not acting like...you usually do. You didn't all last night either"

I'm pretty sure he's not dumb like he seems

So is it an act?

Or does he just have dumb moments?

"You mean like an airhead?"

I blush hard, so ashamed I thought of him like that

"I'm sorry Hwa-"

"It's ok jagi. I know why you thought like that. I can act like an airhead sometimes"

"But you're not?", I question

He laughs, "No baby"

"But then why are you so clueless when the guys are talking to you?"

It's not an act is it?

"Jagi, have you heard their conversations? They're so dumb. Half the time I'm not listening and that's why I need them to explain what's going on"

Oh, I get it

He's tuning them out

"That's why you're the last to get a joke or whatever. You're not listening"

"Exactly"

It makes so much sense now

I've only even seen Seonghwa with the guys, never alone like now

That's why he's different with me

He's just being himself now

"I get it. I tune them out too especially when they get into one of their stupid arguments", I reply

He nods, "Yeah, sometimes I just have no patience for it. I just get off of work and I'm tired and they're arguing over if the puffy Cheetos are better than the crunchy ones. Just eat the damn Cheetos"

I burst out laughing

He's so funny

"Yeah but fyi", I say through laughter, "Puffs are better"

"I agree. I just don't want to argue about it all the time"

"Yeah I get it", I answer, "So what are you thinking about when you're spacing out?"

"Honestly?", he asks

I nod

"You"

I almost choke on the tea I just sipped but manage to get it down the right pipe

"Me?", I gape

He nods, "Yeah Jo. I would either be looking at you or thinking about how I could get you to change your mind about me"

That's so...baffling

I had no idea he thought that much about me of all people

"If you wanted me to think differently then why did you act like you were dumb?"

He shrugs, "Girls like a hot dumb guy. It's easy to get laid if I act that way. At first all I wanted was to fuck you. That's how I always got girls before and I thought it'd work on you"

Ok that's offensive but he's not wrong

Girls do love a hot dumb guy to fuck

Even I thought he'd be a good fuck

"It didn't work on you and honestly that intrigued me a little", he continues, "But after I...fell for you...I regretted portraying myself like that. I would try to think of ways to get you to see me differently without you thinking I was a dumb guy trying to get you to see me differently"

I understand what he's saying but now I'm wondering something

"So was...last night...at the club...an act?"

He shakes his head vehemently, "No jagi. I..I offered to take you to the club because you were fighting with Joong. And not for nothing, you both are stubborn and would have continued arguing if you went with him. I decided to kinda be the referee and let you two calm down"

He made a good call

Hongjoong and I would of kept going

We don't argue much but when we do it's like a war

"And at the club, I was looking for you. Hongjoong is usually the one who watches out for you but you two were annoyed at each other and when you weren't with Jongho, I maybe kinda panicked a little", he explains, his cheeks so pink, "When I saw that guy touch you, fuck Jo, I saw red. And when you moved away and he did it again? I ran as fast as I could to get to you. I swear Jo, I've never been that angry in my life. I was ready to kill him"

"I know Hwa. I saw you. I don't think I've ever seen you angry before. It was surprising"

"I...I didn't scare you did I?"

I shake my head, "No baby, you didn't"

He breathes out in relief, "Ok jagi"

"And the dancing?", I ask, smirking at him

"I always wanted to dance with you jagi but I was scared to ask. Last night, it just fell in my lap and I would regret not asking you", he tells me, "Did...do you like dancing with me?"

"Loved it Hwa", I assure him, "You're so sexy baby, I get why girls fawn all over you"

He shakes his head, "I don't care about other girls Jo. You're the only one I want to fawn over me. To see me"

"Well, it's lucky you're mine then", I tell him, squeezing his hand

He raises our hands, kissing the back of mine, nodding, "You have no idea how much I know how lucky I am to have you"

"Oh stop Hwa", I blush

He smiles, shaking his head, "It's true Jo. You're kinda my dream girl. I never thought I'd ever have a shot with you"

"Why would you think that?", I ask, "All you had to do was talk to me"

"Yeah well, you made me nervous. I haven't felt this way for anyone before and I was worried I'd fuck up"

"Well you did pretty good last night", I tease, "All that smooth talking when we got back here"

Remembering him asking me if I was gonna stop teasing him sends shivers down my back

He chuckles, "No smooth talking jagi. Just honestly asking questions"

I get up and sit in his lap, moving my arms around his neck, his arms moving around my waist

"Well I'm glad you asked those questions"

He laughs, "You have no idea how glad I am too baby"

"Now I know"

He nods, moving one of his hands, cupping my face

He leans towards me, his soft perfect lips against mine, kissing me sweetly

I fall into his kiss, my fingers playing with the ends of his hair, his big hands on my back, holding me against him

The kiss turns heated after a bit, his dick getting hard under me, making me smile against his lips

I move my hips, rocking on his dick, a pretty moan coming from him

His hands grab my ass, helping me move against him

It feels good and I'm lost in pleasure when I hear, "Joanne? Where are you? Are you he- what the fuck?"

Seonghwa and I break the kiss, both of us turning to the doorway, Hongjoong standing there complete shock on his face

"What's...uh...going on?", he asks, raising his eyebrows

"Obviously I'm kissing Seonghwa", I answer

"Yeah but...why?"

"Because he's my boyfriend"

"What now?", he asks, his eyes widening

"I'm her boyfriend", he repeats

"But you think he's stupid", Hongjoong blurts

I roll my eyes, "I know he's not"

"You know she's.... difficult?", he tells Seonghwa

What the fuck is his problem?

Why is he saying stupid shit?

"She's really not. You just annoy her"

"She annoys me too!"

"Joongie!", I yell to get his attention

"I'm right here", he snaps, "You don't have to yell"

Keeping myself from giving him a sarcastic answer, I ask instead, "Why are you here?"

"I woke up and realized that I didn't know where you were or if you got home last night and I came to check", he says

"And if I wasn't here?", I ask, amused

"I would of blown up your phone and went on a manhunt", he answers

"I told you I was taking her home last night. You were there with the guys when I said that", Seonghwa rolls his eyes

"I was drunk! I didn't hear you and if I did I didn't remember when I woke up"

"Wait", I say, getting up from Seonghwa's lap, facing Hongjoong, "Did you just wake up and come straight over here?"

He huffs, "Yeah. I got worried ok? I always make sure you're home after we go out and I was worried when I woke up and realized I didn't get you home. If something happened to you because I was pissed at you and got drunk...."

I walk to him, hugging him, his hug full of relief

"Thanks for checking on me Joongie", I sincerely tell him

He really is an amazing friend

"Yeah Jo, of course", he answers, "Just because I'm pissed at you doesn't mean I want anything to happen to you"

"Thanks", I repeat, both of us letting go of each other

He nods, "Yeah well, don't make a big deal about it"

I laugh, "Ok, I won't"

"Besides, now you're Seonghwa's problem"

I snort

Right back being my annoying best friend

"Since you're the boyfriend now, you're responsible for getting her home from now on", he says to Seonghwa, "I pass the torch to you"

"Not a problem", Seonghwa answers, moving behind me, his arms around my waist, pulling me against him

I just smile, loving his arms around me

Hongjoong nods once then looks back at me, "Well seeing as you're fine, I'm out. I need a nap"

I don't make a comment on how he just woke up, instead just nodding

"Ok. Thanks for coming by"

"Sure. See you guys later"

As soon as Hongjoong leaves, I turn around to Seonghwa

"Now, where were we?", he teases

"Hmm", I pretend to think while pulling him down to me, "Right here"

I kiss him hard, my free hand moving to his dick, palming him over his boxers

He kisses me back, picking me up immediately and leaning me against the wall, his hard dick rubbing against my clothed pussy

I smile, knowing I'm going to like being with my airhead

--------------------------------

Six months later

Leaving the restaurant bathroom, I walk back towards our table

Seonghwa has his tongue in his cheek, another dumb look on his face as Wooyoung explains something I know he's not listening to

I giggle as I pass by his chair, leaning over his shoulder and kissing him on the cheek

"My little airhead", I tease in his ear

He snaps out of it, grinning widely at me, "My little tease"

He still spaces out when the guys have their stupid conversations and that's where the nickname, "My little airhead" came from

And he calls me "my little tease", because ever since we got together, I still wear revealing clothes that drive him nuts during times when he can't touch me

When it will be hours until he can

He takes my hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of my hand

"Alright with the mushy stuff", San whines

"What mushy stuff? I'm just kissing my girlfriend's hand, you weirdo", Seonghwa rolls his eyes

"You're always kissing each other somewhere, fawning over each other, touching each other. Cut it out", Wooyoung says

"How about...no", I answer, rolling my eyes, "Stop being drama queens"

"It's not drama! When you're around Hwa doesn't even listen to any of us talking!"

I refrain from telling them that he doesn't listen to them anyway and just give Seonghwa a knowing smile that he returns

"Baby, can you listen to your whiny friend?", I tease

"Sure jagi", he says, kissing the back of my hand again, fire running up my arm from having his beautiful lips on my skin

He looks back at Wooyoung, "What?"

Wooyoung huffs but talks to him, probably picking up where he left off

I just stare at my gorgeous boyfriend, smiling as his eyes haze over, knowing he's not listening to Wooyoung again

I am so glad I gave Seonghwa a chance because he's honestly the best boyfriend I've ever had

We're all about each other, spending anytime we can together

He's very affectionate and protective, always making sure I'm safe whenever we're out together

He takes me out on amazing dates, to places I've never thought about going to and we have so much fun

And now that we live together, he does home dates where he cooks and we have movie nights or do fun things at home

And the sex we have is incredible, just as passionate as it was the first time

Hongjoong and I switched apartments because he said he couldn't stand how loud Seonghwa and I were when we fucked there and he'd rather live by himself

So we moved and the past two months I've been living with Seonghwa and it's fucking amazing

I fell in love with him so fast and I'm happy I did

I just haven't told him yet but I will soon

I don't think I could keep it in much longer

"You ok jagi?", he asks, taking me out of my thoughts

I nod, "Yeah. Thought you were listening to Wooyoung"

He makes a face, rolling his eyes, "Yeah right. I was spacing out again"

"What were you thinking about?"

He smirks, "About how long we have to put in at the club before it's acceptable for me to take you home and rip those clothes off you"

I grin back, loving how hot and bothered he gets

"Just rip them off? Nothing else?", I tease

"Hmm how about fucking my tight wet pussy until you can't walk right tomorrow?", he answers, his voice deep

"I ..I..think we can do that", I murmur, getting turned on

God, I want to take him home right now

"Hey! Love birds! Let's go!", Hongjoong calls, breaking the spell between Seonghwa and me

Standing up, Seonghwa laces out fingers together and leads us out of the restaurant

The guys meet us outside and we all head to the parking lot

Seonghwa leans against his car, his arms around me as I lay my head against his chest, watching San and Wooyoung argue over which club to go to

Hongjoong is glaring at them while the rest of the guys just watch the dramatics with unamused faces

Seonghwa's heart beats in my ear, making me smile

I move my head, kissing his chest where his heart is then look up at him, finding him already looking at me

"Hi baby", I smile

"Hi jagi"

We both smile like idiots, just looking at each other

I reach up, pushing his hair out of his face, my fingers running down his cheek

"I love you Seonghwa", I find myself saying

I do

I fell in love and I want him to know

A huge smile breaks on his face as he tells me, "I love you Jo. So much"

I nod, "So much Hwa"

He leans down, his lips against mine , kissing me like it's the only thing he wants to do

And I kiss him the same way

"Ok ok, we picked a club!", Wooyoung yells

He pulls away, his eyes staying on mine, the love in them apparent

I hope he can see my love for him in mine too

"Hwa? Did you hear? We picked a club", Wooyoung repeats

His eyebrow raises in a question and I shake my head

He nods, then looks at Wooyoung, "We're gonna skip the club tonight"

I smile, loving how we're both on the same page without speaking

"What? Again?"

"Yeah again. We're gonna go home but you guys have fun", he says

"God, ever since you guys got together you're both so boring!", San whines

Yeah, we skip the club a lot

Like I said before I was never a club person and Seonghwa only went to get laid

He said that he has no reason to go anymore now that he has me

He's much more interested in staying home, binging TV shows together and of course having lots and lots of sex

It couldn't be more perfect

"Sorry", he shrugs, walking me to the passenger door of his car

"Yeah whatever"

He opens the door for me and I sit, him making sure I'm all in the car before closing the door

That's another thing I found out about Seonghwa

He's such a gentleman and I eat it up

I watch him wave to the guys, then get in the driver's seat

Wooyoung and San scowl then follow Hongjoong to his car, while Yeosang, Yunho and Mingi go to Jongho's

Seonghwa turns the car on, then takes my hand, smiling at me

"Ready jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby. I love you"

His smile widens, "I love you jagi"

With that, he starts driving, heading home

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love lost {neteyam sully}

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x fem na'vi!reader

requested: n/a (well... kind of. i pitched the idea to julie and she encourages me too much <;3)

words: 4.0k (this is... double the length of what i had planned oop)

a/n: the way of water spoilers i stg if you haven't watched the movie you don't get to bitch about spoilers if you read this fic listen. listen i love neteyam so much. and as much as i would like to write a canon variance fic, i also have fun writing angst. my forte is more hurt/comfort and "angsty but there will be fluff and a happy ending" because i'm a softie and a romantic but sad angst is still fun to write

warnings/tags: hurt/no comfort, implied doing the dirty, mating (sfw), death, grieving/mourning, depression symptoms, implied suicidal ideation, reader and neteyam are about 18/19 because that's how old i thought he was when i watched the movie, mostly canon compliant (whoops), SPOILERS, no proofreading we die like neteyam men

pronouns: she/her

na'vi translations:

oeyä - my (possessive) narlor - beautiful (visually) muntxa si - mate / marry yawne - beloved

From a young age, it was clear that you would spend the rest of your life by Neteyam’s side. He was your best friend, the first person to treat him as just another kid and not the first born son of the olo’eyktan.

As you grew together, the way you felt about each other seemed to grow in sync, from entirely platonic best friends, to teenagers who would sneak out of chores to kiss in the forest. One day, while leaning against his chest and feeling his fingers play with the beaded ends of your braids, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, whispering into your skin.

“Once we have finished the rites, I want to be yours,” your breath hitched at his words, “forever.” You blinked, twisting to look up at him with wide eyes. “If you’ll have me.” You rolled your eyes, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Of course I’ll have you.” Neteyam broke into a wide smile, as if for a moment he expected you would say anything else. “In this life and the next.” If you were told as a child, that at sixteen, just days before he made his first kill, that you and Neteyam would be promising to be each other’s mates, you would have laughed them off.

Now, you were beaming at him while sat on his lap, pressing kisses to his mouth and cheeks, eliciting laughter from him as he fell back, arms wrapped around your waist.

Your parents and his had all apparently known of his plans to propose to you that evening, as they were all waiting for you in the Sully family hut as you arrived, excited that your families would become one. As Kiri swatted Lo’ak for throwing his hands in the air with a loud exclamation of ‘finally’, Mo’at guided you away from the crowd.

“Once you begin your rites, I shall teach you to use and amplify your connection to Eywa.” Her eyes were soft as she rested her hands on your shoulders. “I believe you shall become a strong Tsahik.” You thanked her with a bow, grateful that she would so willingly teach you and flattered at her compliment.

Time seemed to move both too fast and not fast enough over the next year and a half as you both completed your rites and became adults of the clan. Like his father, Neteyam became one of the greatest Omaticaya warriors, proudly taking his place at the olo’eyktan’s side. But however strong and fearless he became, his eyes always softened as he looked at you, an impatience within him to finally have you as his official mate, to be able to say he is yours entirely.

Like Mo’at told, your connection to Eywa grew, able to understand her guidance with ease. Quickly, you learned that your favourite part of being the future Tsahik was healing. Being able to help those in your clan that were injured or unwell was always rewarding. And despite her being your personal guide and teacher, you were extremely honoured every time Mo’at invited you to assist in ceremonies with Eywa in front of the clan.

Neteyam’s ceremony was performed around a month after your own, and still, he waited a week to ask you again to be his mate.

With his fingers easily weaved between your own, he guided you toward the bioluminescent clearing where he had first proposed. (And where, two short years before that, you had shared your first kiss). Neteyam held both of your hands, close enough that you could count the freckles scattered across his face; not that you hadn’t done so many times before.

“I know I have already asked you this,” his voice was soft and nervous as he spoke, “but I want to ask again.” As he drew in a slow, shuddered breath, you leaned up and pressed a kiss beside his mouth. “Will you be my mate? Would you honour me with allowing me to be yours forever?” Your eyes watered, crying despite knowing what he was going to ask, and you nodded with a smile. But still he waited, wanting to hear you say it.

“Neteyam, yes. I would love to be your mate.” He let out a sigh of relief, quick to drop your hands to grab your face and kiss you. You smiled against each other’s mouths, hands on each other and pulling each other as close as you physically could.

His hands slide down your body and grasp the underside of your thighs, lifting you so your legs could wrap around his waist. With his mouth never leaving yours, Neteyam carefully sat down and rested you on his lap, the ground lighting up under him.

“You are so breathtaking.” He whispered against your lips and you pulled away with a flustered laugh, forehead rested against his. Neteyam was never shy about complimenting you, but somehow his words never failed to cause your heart to skip and the tips of your ears to warm.

“Oel ngati kamele, Ma Neteyam.” You ran your fingers over his bicep causing goosebumps to raise as you spoke with a sigh.

Wordlessly, you reached up behind you to grab your braid that safely held your queue, pulling it over your shoulder and dragging your fingers down to the end. The soft tendrils of your queue reached for him, yearning for him just as your heart did. Neteyam mirrored your movement, bringing his queue around, and held it just in front of your own. Your eyes flicked up from your queues to meet his eyes.

Although you had loved each other since you were children, you were both still nervous that the other would change their mind.

“I am yours.” You asserted. Neteyam dropped his head forward to press your foreheads together again.

“Yours. I have always been yours.”

As your queues entangled, you sucked in a short breath, body relaxing as you watched his pupils dilate. Your heart began to race as your breaths began to match his, eyes falling closed. After years of promises and soft kisses in the dark, your souls were entwined and could never be separated.

---

You squeezed Neteyam’s hand as Tarsem’s hand dropped against Jake’s chest in a fist, cementing the change in leader and the end of Jake’s reign as olo’eyktan. The Suli Tseyeyk’itan family were leaving the clan as sky people threatened to hunt them. Revenge on Jake for something that happened nearly two decades ago. Neteyam had offered to let you stay with the clan while he left with his family. But you refused, reminding him that you were his mate, by his side forever. And if his family was in danger, you were included in that.

Neteyam pulled you up behind him onto his ikran and you easily wrapped your arms around his waist, head resting on the back of his shoulders. It was a position that you had been in before, taken on many flights by your mate from the day that he bonded with his flying beast.

But the pit in your stomach still reminded you of how different this would be. You were leaving your clan and the only family and life you had ever known. You knew that you would follow Neteyam to the ends of Pandora, but the change was still scary. You had no way of knowing what was to come with leaving your home, you had no idea what your new one would look like. Neteyam reached down and rested his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze as his ikran took off.

No two na’vi described the effects of mating the same, Eywa giving each couple a different way of connecting and understanding each other. For you and Neteyam, it seemed that it had given you both the ability to understand the deep emotions of each other. You could tell when he was stressed about the pressures of his future title and he could tell when your anxiety sunk deep into your bones. It was as if you could feel him in the depths of your being, an overlay on the edge of your soul.

So he knew, as you pressed your chest against him and felt the rush of the wind whistling past his ears, that you were afraid of what was to come. But with his hand pressed safely against your thigh, the warmth spreading from where the skin met, it reassured you that whatever happened he would be by your side and making things a little less scary.

---

Neteyam always asserted that you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen. Even as a child, there was something about you that made him smile and desperate to hear your laugh. You had swum together many times in the various ponds around the Home Tree and Ayram alusing, but watching you rise out of the ocean, flicking water out of your braids with a shake and laughing with Tsireya, he could swear that he fell in love with you all over again.

“Bro,” Lo’ak smacked his chest, bringing his attention back to their ilu training, “she’s already your mate, you can stop the lovesick staring.” Neteyam hit him back, looking back over at you to see your attention already on him. You sent him a soft wave, which he happily returned with a smile.

---

Despite Jake’s best attempt at keeping his family safe and keeping the war away, the need for vengeance from a man who was supposed to be long dead was too strong. All too quickly the sky people in their boat with their machines that killed tulkun with ease arrived.

You held onto the ilu tightly as you all raced to catch up with Lo’ak, the ocean spray whipping at you. You knew it was dangerous, leaving Awa’atlu, it was stupid and reckless but Lo’ak was determined to warn the tulkun he had bonded with.

You watched in awe as the giant creature rose from the ocean, eagerly greeting Lo’ak, who began to panic once noticing a red spear-like tracker in the beast’s shoulder. You wasted little time, standing up on the ilu and diving into the water, swimming over to help the boy pull the tracker out. Neteyam was close behind you, and he helped pull up the Metkayina teens who had come with you.

You heard Lo’ak radio their father while Kiri and Tuk climbed onto the tulkun and finally, as the sky people boat rounded the rocky bluff, the six of you pulled the tracker out.

“Go that way, I’ll draw them off.” Neteyam ordered, holding the tracker. As you opened your mouth to rebut, he cut you off. “Go with Tsireya. I’ll be okay.” You huffed at him, but obliged, swimming beside the girl and grabbing hold of her ilu’s saddle.

---

You held onto the ilu as Lo’ak raced towards the rocky island with Neteyam leaning against him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, the way he wheezed with each breath. There was no way to explain it, but you could feel a heat blooming in your chest. You hadn’t seen him get shot, having been with Tsireya after she escaped the large ship, but you immediately knew, your mated connection through Eywa causing a phantom pain.

You could only watch as Spider and Tsireya guided Neteyam up to Jake, who helped them pull him onto the rocks. Jake rolled him onto his side to check for wounds before he laid him back. For a moment, he looked between you and Lo’ak who kneeled beside Neteyal, but quickly chose to take Lo’ak’s hands and had him apply pressure.

As Neteyam gasped for breath, you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath either. With shaky hands you took his, lowering yourself down so you could hold it to your mouth, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

His breaths grew shorter, more panicked, as Neytiri landed her ikran and fell to her knees between you and Lo’ak. Jake held his face as he reassured him that it would be okay, and you felt like your throat was closing. Then everything stopped, and Jake pulled his hand away from Neteyam’s cheek.

Everything sounded muffled, like you were underwater or had cups over your ears. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It felt as though your lungs stopped taking in air and like someone was squeezing your heart. You couldn’t hear what Neytiri was saying as she shook Neteyam’s shoulders, you could only hear the anguish in her voice. You felt it in your chest as she screamed and Jake pulled her to his chest. You looked over as the sounds around you echoed to see Lo’ak staring down at his red-stained hands.

You rocked on your knees, internally pleading with Eywa to wake you up, give you a sign that this was a nightmare and the emptiness in your chest was a horrid lie. You didn’t bother wiping away any of your tears, barely noticing them as they rolled down your cheeks and met with the back of Neteyam’s hand, which you hadn’t moved from your lips in the hopes that it would twitch, that he would be alive.

Then, all at once, sound returned. And you screamed. Pained and desperate, your voice cracking. You dropped his hand and collapsed down into Neteyam’s chest, pleading with Eywa to let his heart start beating again. You could hear voices, Jake and Neytiri’s, but what they were saying didn’t register. All you could focus on as you sobbed was the hollow, empty feeling deep in your chest. You let out a pained wail as you sat up, turning to Jake as you felt his hand rest on your shoulder. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it again, instead choosing to give you a soft, sad look.

You were left alone on the rocks with Neteyam as the others left to return to the ship and save the Sully daughters. You sat beside him cross-legged, and carefully pulled his head into your lap as if trying not to wake him from sleep. As gently as you could, you wiped away the blood staining his skin, wanting to erase all evidence that he was hurt, then you ran your fingers over his face, pushing his braids to the side and wiping away water and tears (both his and your own) from his star-speckled cheeks. Once you were satisfied, you gently closed his eyes.

Neteyam was always so beautiful as he slept, and you always loved the mornings when you would wake up before him leaving you able to roll over and stare at his peaceful expression. He would always get embarrassed when you told him he was pretty when he slept, the tips of his ears flushing pink.

“Ma Neteyam. Oeyä narlor muntxa si.” You pressed your lips to his forehead while you whispered to him. “Oeyä yawne. Please, come back to me. I cannot do this without you, I cannot live the rest of my life without you. You were supposed to be by my side forever.” You hiccuped as a sob broke out of you. You leaned back, staring up at the sky. “Great Mother, please. Please, do not take him from me, Great Mother.” You continued to sob and plead with Eywa and Neteyam’s heart as the boat exploded and a fire broke out.

The yellow-orange light reflected in your eyes and the tears that stained your cheeks. You barely registered the warmth, unable to feel without Neteyam.

---

You swam with the Sully family, close to Jake and Neytiri as they carried Neteyam’s body toward the Metkayina’s cove of ancestors. You had no idea whether the salted damp permanently on your cheeks was your tears or the ocean as the two had long-since become one and the same. You barely ate, you barely spoke. Everything felt as though you were fighting quicksand, too much effort for you.

Jake and Neytiri had told you that you could swim his body down with them, but you refused, knowing that if you did, it was unlikely you would be able to bring yourself back to the surface without him.

You and Lo’ak stayed by each other’s side, your hand holding his in a desperate attempt to not take in a breath of water. He held out his other hand toward his brother, while you squeezed your fist to your chest hoping the pinch of your nails into your palm would let you feel more than just numb.

The glowing anemone reached out to Neteyam, pulling him down and into its warmth. His energy was being returned to Eywa. As the glow absorbed him you let out a sob, realising that he was gone. Your mate, the man who promised he would be by your side forever, was gone and had left you alone with a tightness in your throat and feeling as though there was part of your soul missing.

Once you made your way back to your marui, you returned to the place you had been laying since you returned to Awa’atlu after being separated from Neteyam; the mat you had shared with Neteyam in the corner and wrapped in the blanked you had brought with you from your home with the Omatikaya clan, the blanket that still smelled so much like your mate.

Every time you closed your eyes, Neteyam was there with his wide eyes and bright smile. You could still hear his laugh and feel his touch on your skin as you fell asleep. As you slept, you dreamt of the life you were supposed to have with him, by his side as you grew old together, starting your own family that would share the way he smiled and that look he got when he was flying on his ikran.

You let out a sob and it broke Neytiri’s heart to hear as she passed by. She had seen the way her mother suffered after her father’s death, knowing that the bond of a mate left the living feeling less than themselves. And she herself had nearly lost her Jake once, and that pain was all consuming. Knowing that pain and mixing it with the grief she felt over losing her son, she could only imagine how you felt, so young and without your mate.

Silently she entered, bowl of food in her hand. Neytiri knew you hadn’t eaten all day, and you were still a part of her family. She slowly crouched beside you and you jolted when you felt her hand on your shoulder. You sniffed, nose still blocked from the crying that never seemed to end, and looked down at the food she offered. You shook your head, having no appetite. Food would not solve the feeling that someone had opened your chest and removed your heart, the only solution to that was buried with the ancestors.

“My sweet,” her words were soft, and you looked up at her with teary eyes, “are you ready to go to the Spirit Tree?” In the weeks since his death, Neytiri and Jake asked you this question in variation every day, hoping that seeing him in Eywa would ease your grief. They had learned quickly that saying Neteyam’s name visibly broke your already shattered heart even further, even more than the question itself. Neither were sure how long it would take until you were ready, but both did their best to keep you afloat in your grief.

Every time you thought of him, it felt as though you had breathed in water, your lungs heavy and your throat tight. Your breaths came in heaves, every inhale an effort against the thick air of loss. It was rare you were seen outside of your marui, the darkness within keeping you captive.

But you surprised Neytiri when you slowly shrugged off the blanket and nodded. She blinked down at you, but quickly offered you her hand. You took it, accepting her help in pulling you to your feet, the weight on the unused limbs causing you to wobble slightly.

“I’m afraid.” Your voice was small, scratched from your tears and it’s lack of use.

“Of what?” Neytiri left a comforting hand on your back, knowing that you may collapse into your consuming grief.

“That the spirit with Eywa is from before we mated.” That was half true.

After Jake and Neytiri returned from the Spirit Tree, Jake had told you that the Neteyam he saw was from when he was younger. If you saw that version, he may not even know that you were together at all.

She hummed as your eyes itched. Neytiri knew you were hiding from her, and while she didn’t want to force your words, she wanted you to know that there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came to expressing your grief.

“And that I’ve forgotten his face.” That confession is what broke you, a whimpered sob breaking from your throat. “I see him everywhere and in everything. I see him when I sleep and I hear him when it’s quiet. But what if the face I remember isn’t the right one.” Neytiri stopped walking and guided you toward her in a hug. You cried freely as her hand ran circles on your back.

She didn’t need to speak, her presence enough. She was, in human terms, your mother-in-law, and she took that very seriously. You were her child, the mated soul of her son. Neytiri would protect you in every way she could and that included keeping you safe from self-destructing in your grief and comforting you in your fears.

You sucked in a shuddered breath and pulled yourself away from her, apologising for your tears that stuck to her skin. Neytiri waved you off and let you choose the direction to continue in: either back to your marui or toward the Spirit Tree.

---

You sucked in a deep breath before bending at the waist and swimming down toward the glowing tendrils of the Metkayina clan’s Spirit Tree. The cool glow reflected off your skin and you squeezed your eyes closed as you reached behind you and took hold of your braided queue.

Eywa, please. Let me see My Neteyam again.

You were home again. Back in the deep forest, feet padding along the glowing moss. You pushed aside the familiar branches that revealed the clearing. Your clearing. The place of your first kiss, where he proposed, where you mated.

You looked around, already tearing up again (a seemingly constant state for you) at being home, when the sound of a pebble bouncing along the water met you. Your ears flicked toward the sound, and your head quickly followed.

Squatting by the pond, arm still extended from the throw, was Neteyam. You let out a short, shuddered breath at the sight of him, and you saw his ears flick.

He turned, eyes bright and smile warm, his chest showing no sign of the wound that took him from you. Neteyam was exactly as you saw him when you closed your eyes.

“Ma y/n!” At the sound of his voice, the tears broke free and his face dropped, immediately rushing over to you and bringing his hands to your upper arms. “Yawne, what’s wrong?” You shook your head, not wanting him to worry about you. He brought one hand to your chin and you leaned into it.

“I’m just-” your voice cracked, “I’m so happy to see you.” He tilted his head with a soft smile, leaning down to press his forehead against your own.

“I’ve missed you.” You felt his breath on your lips and more tears rolled down your flushed cheeks, though they were quickly wiped away by his thumb. You tilted your head to kiss him, ignoring the saltiness of the tears that stuck to your lips.

“I don’t want to leave you.” Your voice was wet with tears, and Neteyam leaned back to look at you.

“Yawne, I am always with you.” You shook your head but he continued to speak. “But you cannot stay here forever. Not yet.” Neteyam kissed you slowly, pouring out the love that he held for you and making up for the kisses you had missed since his death.

You opened your mouth to ask why not, but you felt a pain in your lungs. A pain that pulled you away from Neteyam and back to the ocean as your body begged for breath.

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#char writes #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam angst #neteyam imagine #neteyam fic #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully imagine #neteyam sully angst

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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focus / christian pulisic

request: omg can you write something based of this for christian🥹🫶🏼

summary: you had brought christian, a friend, home to your parents due to your sister's wedding, hoping to stop the questions about your love life. you didn't think how hard it would be to make them believe your lies.

warnings: sexual innuendos bc they're both little shits.

word count: 0.9k

you never meant to put christian in the situation he was in right now: at a family dinner, eating dessert just a few hours after arriving home to celebrate your sister's wedding.

you weren't planning to come in the first place. but your, oh, so precious boyfriend -or ex boyfriend now, after finding him cheating with his boss just a few weeks after confirming your assistance to the event, with a plus one, to make matters worse. you two had been dating for a year, roughly, before even thinking about presenting him to your family. you used to kept the topic of your love life in the dark to your family, aware of how nosey they could be about the matter. nonetheless, everything had turned out worse for you when your little sister had beaten you into getting herself a nice, long term and stable relationship; even worse when she got a beautiful ring after their second anniversary, meaning that she would be getting married before you.

not that you cared, but your mother certainly did.

the questions about your love life became unbearable after the announcement of her marriage. and just when you thought you had found the perfect guy to bring home, make them finally stop asking questions, everything you seemed to know disappeared into thin air.

asking christian was your last, viable choice. and you wouldn't have done it if you could find another one. but they already knew every one of your male friends, having had to clear the air with everyone and said that you were strictly platonic way too many times to count, the only one who you hadn't mention yet was the american player.

so here you were now, seated on his lap, moving uncomfortably every time they asked another question. it had been easy at first, when they wondered how had you two meet, for how long you had been dating, the normal stuff. the stuff you had previously rehearsed, being sure that they would ask them. but you didn't expect them to dig any deeper than surface level, so now they were asking what was so different about him that you had decided to bring him home, when you hadn't brought any guys home in your twenty two years of living.

"i don't know, mom, it's his cute face i guess" you tried joking around, and it made everyone around the table swoon at your apparent lovesick status. truth was, you were far too distracted by christian's hads drawing circles against your hips, and you couldn't think any other excuse at the moment. when the topic finally wandered back to your sister and her fiancée, you tried moving back to your place, right by your fake boyfriend's side and not over his lap. but when you tried to do so, his hands gripped you back in place, not letting you move any further. "can you give me a few minutes, love?" he whispered into your ear, and you couldn't possibly hide the goosebumps that erupted in the area where his breath had fanned over your skin.

"what?" you asked, incredulous, turning your body again so you could look into his eyes. "are you okay?" you wondered, softly, to avoid being heard by prying ears. he gulped visibly, and you didn't understand where he was coming from until he replied, after dropping his head onto your shoulder. "yeah, i just need you to stop moving for a bit, okay?" christian muttered, softening his grip onto your hips and shifting in the seat, dropping you more over his lap than over him. you stiffened in horror, not having realised that your positioning could be causing him any troubles. "oh, i'm sorry, I didn't mean-" you tried to say, stumbling a bit over your words due to the tension that you felt had grown since his last statement, making your cheeks as red as the lipstick you were wearing tonight. it made him smile seeing how flustered you got and he continued, trying to reassure you. "hey, it's okay, it's not your fault".

"it isn't?" you quipped, finding it funny how he also had his cheeks tinted a pale pink, embarrassed that you had caught him. you didn't know when you had grown the confidence to joke about the matter with him, but it had started to bother him a bit, you figured, by the way he had clenched his jaw. "stop talking, you're making this harder than it need to be" christian muttered through gritted teeth, looking intently into your eyes.

you still found the topic funny, so you pushed it a bit more, not being aware of his limits -or trying to push his buttons on purpose, you didn't know which option entertained you more. "are you talking about-" you tried to make a pun, understanding he was initially talking about how you were making the matter harder than it needed to be, but also hinting at another thing you were getting hard, although unintentionally at first.

"no, y/n," christian didn't even let you finish the sentence, almost shutting you up with his free hand -which he didn't, not wanting to cause a bad impression with your family, who seemed to already have fallen in love with him during the course of the night.

"please, focus" he pleaded between gritted teeth, lips too close to your ear now, making you involuntary shift against him again. "unless you want me to drag both of us upstairs, to your room, and make sure everyone hears confirmation that we're dating" christian stated, his hand now traveling from your clothed hip to your thigh, big hand grazing your bare skin, where the dress failed to cover. smiling at how your breath hitched at the sudden touch, he added, "understood, love?".

part 2

#football x y/n #football x reader #football imagine #football x you #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x y/n

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xshybutdeadlyx · 3 months

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Questions for the demiromantic and demisexuals out there

Ok, so I've recently found this term thanks to an aroace character from a show I watched. I knew of the sexuality but I didn't really know the specifics because I always thought I was bi but now looking into it I didn't know how aroace was like a literal umbrella and there was so much more to it then meets the eye. Which I'm 30 I feel like I should know more than what I do. But with doing research into it trying to understand it better, I learned about all the terms, and I learned about demiromantic and demisexual and it really resonated with me. But I wanted to ask for advice, I guess? Like I like romance I love reading it seeing art and what have you but when it comes to romance for myself I'm not a big fan? And maybe it's because I literally have to unlearn so much romance equals a, b, and c when that's not really true. I literally been in only one relationship in my life and it consisted of hand holding small kisses (no tongue, honestly I have an ick with spit and the only reason I "wanted" to do deeper kisses with the boyfriend I had at the time was because I felt like it was a requirement) but I honestly didn't feel attraction towards him until after getting to know him and being friends with him for months well into almost a year. And he's the only one I ever felt that way for I hardly ever had crushes or when I did I almost kinda forced myself into having them if that makes sense? It was "natural," and every kid was supposed to have crushes. Nothing ever came from the "crushes" though.

Now, like I said, I'm well into my 30s, and the relationship I just mentioned was the only relationship romantic wise I've ever had. I have had strong feelings for two of the friends I have but one friend is straight as they come and the other is married lol the one that is married though we have a strong bond that I wouldn't trade anything for. She tickles my hand, and she lets me cuddle her all the time, and we just spend nights just playing games together, just like when we were in high school. I love her so damn much, and I'll cherish what we have even when we are both dead and gone. She is my forever person.

Sorry, I went into a mini rant about my platonic love, but she's the best, and when I start talking about her, I have to gush lol, but anyways back to my sexuality crisis

So anyways, when there is even a chance of someone having an interest in me, I honestly kind of freak out. Or like if someone tries to set me up with someone, red neon flashing warning signs pop up for me. I don't know that person, and honestly, I get put off by big romantic gestures. Like, I appreciate it, but I don't think it's necessary? Can we just go get McDonald's, sit in the parking lot, and just shoot the shit? Play some games? We can watch movies or shows too.

I've also been on the dating websites and such as well, and I'm just always immediately put off. "Hello beautiful," ugh. "Insert pickup line here." please God why. "Unsolicited romantic or sexual advances right after a day of talking." Haha, no. There was literally one guy I thought was cool and we kinda flirted but it was really just talking everyday about the games we were playing I feel like if given time a connection could of been built but he ended up finding someone else immediately. Which honestly was fine I was kinda bummed but like if he wanted romance immediately, I wasn't gonna be giving that to him. I wanted to still be friends, but apparently, we had "too much history," so he ended up blocking me. lol oh well.

I've also literally only have had two "crushes" in like in a 5 year time span (only because this is what I can remember lol) one of em was so goofy and seemed so fun but then it seems like they turned out to be very self absorbed instantly done the other had baby mama drama wasn't into that. Honestly, those things seem to be things that could be worked through? Maybe? But once I just see something off-putting, it's all I see, which seems more like a personal thing because of past traumas.

As of now I'm honestly content with no romantic relationship but I feel like I do want one but I don't want one with just anyone and it just doesn't seem like many people out there are willing to wait or willing to be friends first and want to hop into relationships immediately when I very much don't. It takes me a while to be comfortable with people, and I want to get to know them as a person.

For a long time I felt like I just wasn't doing things right or that I had to actually change something that I was doing. I thought I was wrong or that I should just force myself into the uncomfortable situation of being someone's girlfriend immediately but then if it turns out I just don't have those romantic feelings then there the whole process of hurting them which is just anxiety inducting.

Also, with all that I'm saying, it does go into the demisexual portion, too. I've still never been with someone sexually because even in the one relationship I have had, I haven't met someone I've trusted to give myself to. The thought of one night stands or anything of the like just makes me wanna crawl into myself. I don't mind anything sexual but I want to be with someone sexually that I trust and care about with my whole being, not some dude Craig or some chick Wendy from Tinder. I'm content with that, but a lot of the times, I'm almost made to feel bad because I haven't done anything sexual. But boy, can I read all the smut on Ao3. Like it all in theory, but dunno about in practice lol I just don't have much of a drive in general, but I don't know if that's just because I've never been with anyone before? I keep getting told, "As soon as you're with someone, your sex drive changes," and like, does that shit really happen? Lol

All in all, I really feel connected to the terms demiromantic and demisexual. Even when I just said I'm bi, it just never felt right, but for once, I feel like I finally found something that I felt connected to and finally found me. But I guess I also wanna feel like I'm right in assuming so? I dunno I feel like it'd be disrespectful in using a label that isn't really you? Which doesn't sound right because everyone has the right to find themselves, and sometimes people go through a list until they finally find themselves, which is what's happening to me right now. But my feelings also just get jumbled up and I have a hard time distinguishing what's been conditioned in me, like how you date, you get into a relationship, ya do couple things, then you get married ect. When all I wanna do is get to know you, really know you, then actually date but even then I feel like a lot of my stuff is more on the platonic end? Like, I like cuddling and kissing, and I do like romance but on a more tame level? I kick my feet when reading "he bought her all these extravagant gifts then he swept her off her feet and dipped her into a kiss" so cute but like if I was actually in that situation like bro put me down for real and I'm so awkward when given gifts lol

I dunno I'd just would really like to discuss this with others who have found themselves because I don't really have anyone else to talk to about this. I've talked to my friends and they of course support me and love me but I feel like they don't really get it? And my family just chalks it up to " Ya just don't have a lot of experience it'll all change when ya get out there and mingle with people"

Thanks in advance for reading all this if ya made it this far I know it's a lot of word vomit as I like to call it but I don't have very organized thoughts and I just kinda write what I'm thinking in the moment lol

#aroace #demisexual #demiromantic

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hotchs-bitch · 1 year

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4 AM

Credits: prompt idea from @foxy-eva Criminal Minds Writing Challenge! Hurt/Comfort prompt: Nowhere else to go: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell. Betaing credits to @doctorstethoscope and @greg-montgomery- I would never post anything if you guys didn't tell me to <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner (post-slash?), Aaron Hotchner & blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n) (platonic-ish)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Unrequited love, discussions of divorce and parenting, Hotch's take on Haley leaving him, big sexy man cries a little, mentions of cases, angsty

A/N: I'm back with a song fic about Hotch's marriage crumbling, because apparently that's the only thing that can drag me out of my burnout era. Inspo song is 4 AM by Cate, and I highly recommend giving it a listen!!

Yes, this is angstier than I meant for it to be. Yes, I'm already working on a part 2 :)

Find it on ao3 here, or under the cut. Happy reading <3

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Why don’t you come over?

It’s only friendship we’ll risk

You can cry on my shoulder

If it’s her that you miss

Are you thinking of me

In a new light?

‘Cause if not wе could pretend for the night, for thе night

“Why don’t you come over for a little bit tonight?”

“It… it doesn’t even matter–”

“How long is your drive?”

Aaron’s sigh into the phone receiver is audible. You can almost picture him right now, his face screwed up in frustration and two fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I’m… not far. I’m at a motel twenty minutes from Quantico. She offered to stay at Jessica’s house, but… I don’t want Jack to know what’s going on.”

This certainly wasn’t the conversation you were expecting to have when you phoned your boss in the evening, intending to apologize for the late hour and let him know that you would be sending a file to him that would need to be reviewed first thing in the morning. You were expecting a brief, rushed call. You weren’t expecting him to pocket-answer the phone so that you had an accidental front-row seat to the sound of your boss checking into a motel room for one guest.

When he finally heard your voice calling out, “Aaron!” from his pocket and realized what was going on, he had bashfully explained; another fight with Haley, a bad one. You know that they’re all bad these days, but his admittance meant that it was worse than usual. It had ended with both of them packing bags, insisting that the other stay at their house, and Hotch driving off before she could.

You can’t pretend that you aren’t a little surprised that he shared all of this without much prompting. But now, you just want to see him and know that he’s okay. You just want to make this better… but how can you do that?

Maybe it’s not your place to get involved at all. You would be the first to admit that, sure, you have a minor crush on your very married colleague, and maybe that means that you should be staying away from his marital problems with a twenty-foot pole. But if he needs help, you’re certainly going to offer it.

“I don’t want to say it, but… do you really think Jack doesn’t know? You two have been having a lot of problems, and he’s a smart kid.”

“I know. I know. But it’s not… we can work it out. We can figure something out. There’s no need to stress him out or make him think that we’re going to get a divorce. I don’t want him put through all of that, for something that won’t happen.” The pain in Aaron’s voice is as audible as his words, and the sheer emotion behind it… it just breaks your heart.

It’s your turn to sigh now, letting your head tip back and rest on the back of your couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to come over? It’s really no trouble, I promise. I’ve got a guest room; you can stay as long as you need.”

Now, there’s a familiar firmness in his tone. It’s that decisive I-know-best voice he uses when he really believes in what he’s saying. “I’m sure. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be home by tomorrow. We’ll work this out. I… appreciate you speaking to me about this. I’m sure it’s not why you called.”

If he could see you, you would wave a hand in the air as if to say, ‘Don’t worry about it’. “Anytime, Aaron. And that offer stands, you hear me?”

This standing offer of yours might be a bad idea. What if he takes you up on it? What if he comes over, seeking your company? Your conflicting feelings for him are easy enough to set aside at work, but if he’s coming over because of his rocky marriage that’s a whole other battlefield you don’t have a clue how to navigate.

Aaron loves his wife. You know that he does. He adores her and their son, right down to his nightly phone calls with them on cases and the picture of the two that he keeps in his go bag. But sometimes, on the occasional event that he relaxes around you, you can’t help wondering if he could ever think of you the same way he thinks of Haley.

He could, you’re sure of that. He’s a red-blooded man, and even though that’s a little cliche of you, you can’t help but wish he would think of you as more than a colleague. You’re a woman who sees him more often than his own wife does, and that’s got to count for something. Does he really just view you as a colleague and friend, or… does he ever view you as something more?

Sometimes, you think maybe he does. During your last case – an abduction in South Dakota – the two of you had been canvassing together down a busy street when a biker rode past. Aaron had noticed in the nick of time, pulling you in towards him and out of the way of harm. He loves his wife more than anything, and you know that he was just keeping you from getting hurt. But for a moment, for just a split second, you had let yourself imagine that it was a gesture of more-than-friends, that he was pulling you in because he wanted to be closer to you.

So maybe this offer is a terrible, awful idea. You can admit that it probably is, but at least he doesn’t seem to be taking you up on it.

“I hear you.” There’s a bit of a smile in his voice now, as though he knows how serious you’re being and he finds it amusing. “Thank you, again. Have a nice night.”

Before you can respond, he hangs up. With a sigh, you set down the phone. It’s starting to get late now; you might as well go to sleep if he’s not coming over.

–

When you wake up, your bedroom is completely dark. Your alarm isn’t ringing on the nightstand, and when you roll over in bed you read the time on the digital clock. 3:46 AM.

So what the hell woke you up?

Your answer comes in the form of a knocking sound, loud enough to get your attention without being an obnoxious pounding sound. The noise is coming from… somewhere, so you get out of bed and slip on a robe over your pajamas to find the source of the noise.

The hunt leads you to your front door, where that steady knocking is coming from the other side. Someone is knocking on your door, at the late hour, and in a haze of grogginess and confusion, you wrench the door open.

“What is- Aaron?”

He’s standing on your step, his hand raised like he’s ready to knock again. His face… god. His face is full of pain, unimaginably pure pain, and he nods at you. “Hi. I’m sorry, I… you were sleeping. I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

His voice breaks a little, and that’s when you reach out. With one hand on his shoulder, you steer him into the house and close the door. “Are you okay? You didn’t… what?”

When you guide Aaron to the couch, he sits down without hesitation. His voice is drenched with despair when he says, “I didn’t… know where else to go. You said that the, er, offer was standing, right?”

“What? Yes, of course, it is. Aaron, what’s going on?” You sink down onto the couch next to him, watching him inhale deeply like he’s trying to ground himself. The tiny part of you that preens when he says that he didn’t know where else to go… well, you try to fight that part back. Right now, the priority is Aaron. The priority is not your ridiculous, unrealistic crush on him. “I thought you were staying at the motel tonight and going home tomorrow.”

“I did, too. Haley texted me a little while ago. She… she told me that she wants to figure out a… custody agreement that recognizes her as Jack’s primary parent. She wants to… work that out before she gets her lawyer involved.” He gives you a sardonic little smile, one that fills you to the brim with empathy as he continues to speak. “Apparently, when she said she would stay at her sister’s house, she meant indefinitely. I can expect to be served the… papers in the next week.”

He says ‘papers’ in a bitter tone, like the very sound of the word puts a bad taste in his mouth. It’s not hard to piece two and two together, and you slowly reach for his hand. He lets you take it, and you give him a moment before you ask the question.

“You and Haley are divorcing?” Compartmentalizing this has to be one of the most strong-willed things you’ve ever done. This isn’t the time for your feelings and emotions to be anywhere near the surface; not when Aaron needs you like this.

At the d-word, he flinches a little like he’s been wounded. He obviously hasn’t come to terms with the idea of it yet, and you wonder how long it’s been since she texted him. “We aren’t divorcing. She’s divorcing me.” His correction is swift, and his voice is brittle; it feels like he’s close to shattering. Seeing him like this – so vulnerable, so broken – is completely alien to you.

“Aaron…” You don’t know what to say, so you squeeze his hand. In lieu of any other words, you ask the stupidest possible question. “How do you feel?”

He laughs a little, at that. It isn’t genuine, but it’s not a cruel laugh either. It’s a little bit cynical, a little disbelieving. “I just found out that my wife is leaving me. It’s 4 AM, and I’m tired, and I can’t go home. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, right now.”

“I know. I know, I’m sorry. It was dumb of me to ask.” You move a little closer to him, the couch cushions shifting under you until you’re almost pressed against him. “You can talk about it, if you want to. You can tell me everything that’s going through your head.”

Aaron takes another deep breath at that, and his hold on your hand tightens a little. “She isn’t happy. She hasn’t been happy, and we both knew it. I just… I didn’t think this would happen. I know she wants me around more- wanted me around, I suppose. Lately, most of our fights have been about work. Haley wanted me to leave the BAU, the Bureau if it came down to it, and I refused. And I can’t blame her for wanting a normal life, or wanting me to work at a 9 to 5, but… I can’t do that.”

His monologue has shaken every remaining ounce of grogginess out of your system. Aaron so rarely opens up, especially about personal matters. Listening to him talk like this, you could go all night long without a cup of coffee.

Come to think of it, coffee is a really good idea. Standing up, you give him a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m just going to make us some coffee. You look like you need it.”

The open-concept design means that you only move a few feet away to get to the coffeemaker in the kitchen, and you look over at Aaron as you scoop grounds into the basket. “Why can’t you leave the BAU?” Your question is soft, not accusatory.

He hears your tone, the general curiosity, and sighs. “When I was a lawyer, I prosecuted dozens of murder cases. By the time they reached my desk, it always felt like it was too late. And I wanted to, uh… stop them, before they got to my desk. We see a lot of things, you know? Jack… I don’t want him growing up in a world like this, with serial killers around every corner. I want to make the world a safer place for him. I suppose I thought that… I thought that because I’m doing it for my family, that would make it… easier for her to deal with.”

By the time Aaron finishes speaking, you’re handing him a cup of coffee. It’s sweetened with a bit of sugar and some cream; he usually drinks it black, but you know he considers any other kind of coffee to be a treat. If there’s ever been a time for him to deserve a treat, it’s now.

“You’re a good dad,” you tell him as you sink back down onto the couch with a mug of your own. “I know that you and Haley might have different ideas about what parenting should look like, but… you’re doing this because you love him. You want to protect him, and keep him safe and innocent. That doesn’t make you a monster for missing bedtime.”

It’s silent for a long moment; the only sound is both of you sipping your coffees, and then Aaron hums quietly. “I just… I never want him to know what kind of people are out there. He’s a little kid. I’m supposed to be there to tell him that there isn’t a monster under his bed. Instead, I spent his birthday in Mississippi looking for a guy who hunts his victims by actually hiding under their beds. I can’t blame Haley for being upset with me.”

You’re still trying to think of a response to that when he speaks again. His voice softens now, and when you glance over he looks away quickly. It’s not quick enough, and you still make note of the tears in his eyes that he’s obviously trying to hide. “We’ve been together since high school, you know. Graduation, college, law school… all of it.”

“I had no idea,” you murmur. You knew that Aaron and his wife were together for a long time, obviously. But to be together since high school? That’s a hefty chunk of time; it’s more than half as long as he’s been alive. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I… I can’t even imagine how you feel.”

“If it helps, neither can I. I don’t… I have no clue how I feel,” he admits, setting down the coffee cup. His gaze is still averted, but you can see the tears shining in his eyes. “Things haven’t been great for a while, and I know that. I’m not an idiot. But she’s always been there by my side, always. And now… she won’t be there, anymore.” His voice breaks a little on the last word, and it just… breaks your heart, all over again.

When you speak, it’s a little more tentative. Between his strict professionalism in the office and the reason for this impromptu 4 AM visit, you’re worried that you might be crossing some sort of line here. He’s got a wife at home; technically, he’s still married. That, and the reason for your offer is more selfish than you care to admit. But you don’t mind that as much as you probably should. After a pause, you say it.

“You can say no, but… do you want a hug?” Even as you ask the question, you start to get to your feet. Maybe to give him easy access, or maybe just so you can busy yourself with the coffee mugs if he says no.

A soft ‘oof’ escapes you when Aaron gets to his feet and hugs you tightly, like he’s just been waiting for you to ask. His arms wrap around your waist while your own come up to reach around him, rubbing his back gently in as reassuring of a manner as you can. Yes, your reason for this hug is selfish… It's selfish to take pride in the fact that you’re the one comforting him, reassuring him, and hopefully making him feel better.

You’re just about to let go – the guilt-ridden confliction of your emotions is almost too much to handle – when you feel and hear a sharp intake of breath against your shoulder, under your hand. It’s paired with the softest, most broken-sounding sob you can imagine. Aaron is trying to hold back that flood of emotion, that heartbreak that seems to surround him like it’s stuck alongside him inside an impenetrable bubble, and you tighten your grip on him a little.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, and you hope that you sound soothing. You hope that you can calm him, help him in some way. “You can let go, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron doesn’t respond. He’s silent against you as his face presses into your shoulder, but his back moves under your hand when he takes in another deep, shuddering breath. It isn’t until he pulls away and lowers his head that you realize that the shoulder of your robe is soaked with tears that you couldn’t feel through the layers of fabric.

His head is still down, and he wipes at his face like he can’t stand to have tears running down it. “I’m sorry,” he says after a long moment, and he turns away altogether while he presumably collects himself.

You allow him this privacy, this pseudo-solitude to wipe his face and straighten his posture and do whatever else he can to recover from his moment of sheer, sheer vulnerability. He’s starting to turn back by the time you say, “Don’t be. You’re hurting, Aaron. I want to be here for you, however I can be. If you want to talk about how much you miss her, and cry on my shoulder…” you shrug one of the aforementioned shoulders, a gesture meant to play off the tension of the moment, “Well, I’ve got two of them, so feel free. Whatever you need, okay? That’s a promise.”

With a little nod, Aaron wipes a hand under both eyes again. “I understand. I really appreciate it… I appreciate you. Just having you here, with me… it’s helped more than you know.”

A tight smile graces your face, and you pat his forearm as you step back. The coffee is starting to wear off, and you can feel the exhaustion down to your bones. It’s on his face too, in his eyes and the way they’re growing heavy with the need to sleep. “Of course. We can talk more in the morning, but I think for now you should try to get some sleep. Okay?”

Aaron straightens up, and you don’t miss the way his jaw flexes as he tries to suppress a yawn. “I think you’re right. Thank you, again.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you promise, leading him down the hall towards the guest bedroom right next door to yours. “Just get some rest, and… tomorrow can wait. Everything else can wait, for now.”

“It can wait,” Aaron agrees with a solemn nod, his voice quiet. He thanks you once again before you step away from the door, listening to it shut before you turn off all the lights and return to your own bedroom.

By the time you slip under your blankets, you can hear soft snores floating through the shared wall. It’s still hard to tell if you’ve overstepped, or if you’ve crossed some sort of line tonight. But for now… Aaron might have Haley in his head, but he’s fast asleep in your guest bedroom. You’re going to support him through this next stage of his life. Whatever the next few weeks or months may bring, you’ll be there.

You aren’t going to change his mind on anything. If he wants to contest the divorce, you’ll be there for him. If he wants to do it amicably, you’ll ask how you can help. If he realizes somewhere along the way that you could be the one for him, you certainly won’t argue.

You’ve already waited without hope for years. If he winds up single then maybe, just maybe, he’ll think of you in a new light one day. And if not… maybe you can just pretend he will, for tonight.

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