#han needs lessons on how to bubble bath

[ladyvader23]

The Honeymoon

This work is gifted to @jainadurron for the Secret Santa Han and Leia exchange hosted by @hanleiasecretsanta! Thanks for the opportunity to write something a bit different and hope you enjoy! Merry ficmas! ^_^ 

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“We’re about to revert outta hyperspace.” 

Leia looked up from her datapad, blinking at her husband. She sat curled up on their bed in the cabin of the Falcon, passing the time of hyperspace by going over reports for her upcoming meetings. As usual, once she started working, time seemed to slip away from her, so focused was she. The eight hour hyperspace journey to Cato Neimoidia seemed like nothing but an hour to her. Han always teased her that he could walk an angry nexu in front of her, and she wouldn’t notice if she was engrossed in her work. She had to admit he had a point. So, she didn’t mention how quickly time had passed for her and simply nodded, standing to stretch before joining him in piloting the Falcon.

 But she got quite the surprise when she helped him with the reversion sequence. Huh. It wasn’t Cato Neimoidia that appeared in the viewport after all. Instead, a planet covered in mostly water appeared. What? Leia’s brows knit together, and she immediately began checking the coordinates. “I told you we should have brought one of the droids or Chewie.” Leia said somewhat irritably, shaking her head in exasperation. “Your calculations were totally off, Han. We’re at Spira, not…” 

“I know.” Han replied smuggly, shooting her his familiar over-confident grin. “We’re exactly where we need to be Sweetheart.” 

Her eyes narrowed, turning slowly in her seat to face her husband while he transmitted their landing codes. “We are? What do you mean by that? What did you do?!” 

“What did I do?!” Han asked, mock offended, a wounded look on his handsome face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He waved his hand dismissively and actually tsked at his wife, causing her to arch her eyebrows in surprise.

Leia rolled her eyes and huffed, gesturing impatiently at the viewport where Spira could clearly be seen. “Oh really?” 

“Really.” Han nodded with feral grin. “I’d certainly never imply that the meeting on Cato Neimoidia was a week earlier than it actually was so that I could surprise you with a romantic vacation alone...just for two...to Spira.” 

His words registered in her brain, slowly. 

“Vacation?” She echoed. 

“You got it, Sweetheart.” He smiled to himself like he’d won the Millenium Falcon from Lando all over again. “It wasn’t easy, y’know. I had to convince so many people on the Council to go along with it…” 

She didn’t even want to know what he’d done to manage that…

“Then, I had to make sure Winter was able to watch the kids for two weeks instead of just one, and of course, I also had to make sure the Noghri were fully aware of my plans while also trying to get them to not let it slip to you...Then I let Luke know so that…” 

“Luke knew about this, too?” Leia interrupted, stunned at the lengths Han had gone to on this little endeavor. “Did everyone know except me about this vacation?” 

Han shrugged nonchalantly. “Anyone who might be affected in some way, yeah.” 

She stared at him, then turned to look at the planet, then once again back at him. “Why?” She was more than a little confused here. What in the galaxy could have motivated him to pull such a stunt?

Now he looked a little sheepish. “Well...it’s not often you get a break Leia. It’s not often we get a break. And we didn’t get to have much of a honeymoon really, since everything was so busy…” 

“It’s still busy.” She was the Chief of State. Her entire life was the definition of busy. To go on vacation, especially leading up to the conference on Cato Neimoidia… “I don’t know if we have time for this Han. If we’ve got an extra week before the conference…” 

“No.” Han gave her a stern look and held up a hand to forestall her next argument. “Like I said. When have we ever gone on a vacation where something hasn’t gone wrong? Especially alone?” 

She tried to think of even one such instance...just one...and came up empty. He was right. Something had always gone wrong. Every. Single.Time. That seemed to be the case most of their entire relationship, actually. 

“Don’t you think it would be nice, just this once, Babe, to have a vacation where nothing goes wrong?” Han asked. “You deserve it. We deserve it. The kids are being looked after, and they have plenty of security. The Council knows you’re on vacation and, by the way, you do actually have earned time off, y'know. Even Mothma took a vacation every once in a while when she was in charge. So, why can’t we, huh?” 

She hated to admit it, but he was right. And, she’d actually never been to Spira, but she’d heard of it’s white sand beaches, temperate climate, and abundance of water sports. If she was honest with herself, it sounded absolutely divine. And when would she ever have this chance again? Probably not for quite a long time. She certainly wouldn’t spare the time to set up something like this for herself, and Han had gone to so much trouble...just the fact that he’d done so was admittedly sweet of him… 

And when he looked at her the way he currently was, with pleading hazel eyes and a pout, how could she say no? He was just too damn sexy, and just one look in his eyes and all her objections fled.

“Alright. Just this once. And nothing will go wrong, right? You're positive?” 

He grinned in triumph, reveling in his victory as he turned back to focusing on the landing sequence. “Don’t you worry, Sweetheart. I’ve made sure nothing can go wrong.” 

Smirking, she just shook her head, "I've got a feeling something will go wrong."

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Naturally, something went wrong. 

“What do you mean, you don’t have a room ready for us?” Han hissed at the front desk clerk, as light green female Rodian rechecked the hotel system. “I have a confirmation number and everything!” 

“Yes, Mr. Solo, I see that you booked the honeymoon suite, but for some reason, your reservation didn’t process correctly, and the room isn’t ready…” She replied, nervously. 

He let out an annoyed huff, reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose. Leia, thankfully, hadn’t come with him to check in. She was still outside, grabbing them some sweet treats from a stand along the beach. 

“Just...tell me it’s still available.” 

The Rodian winced. “Well. A honeymoon suite is available, yes...just not the one you picked...and it won’t be available until later this afternoon…” 

He’d picked the premier suite. The one that was supposedly themed, with its own jacuzzi that used purple passion flower scented water and had the best view of the ocean in the entire hotel. He figured girls liked that sort of thing. 

Granted, Leia wasn’t usually one to expect gestures like that from him, but he’d wanted to make this special for her, for them. Especially now that they actually had the credits to pay for something like this. He’d meant it when he said they deserved a nice vacation. They’d given up so much for the galaxy...surely the galaxy could give them a week without causing too much chaos. 

Apparently not. 

“What’s the difference between the room I picked and the one that’s available?” 

“Well, the one that’s available still has a beach view, it just also has a port side view. Still beautiful, but if there’s a lot of pleasure barges docked it can look a little cluttered.” Okay, they could probably deal with that. “And there is a jacuzzi, yes, but it’s not as large and the water isn’t automatically scented. You’d have to do it yourself.” 

He had no idea how to do that. What, did he just throw a bunch of flower petals in the water and mix it around? Maybe Leia knew how to do it, but he really didn’t want to make her work at all. By the end of this trip, he wanted her to be completely relaxed, and to him, mixing petal water sounded like more stress than it was worth. 

“I’ll figure it out.” He finally relented. He would need to make sure Chewie and Luke never heard about this, but he’d figure it out. “But I expect something for all the trouble. My wife is the Chief of State. She’s Leia Organa Solo. This should never have happened.” 

The Rodian made a gagging noise of horror and started stuttering. “P-Perhaps w-we could m-move the current residents of the premier suite…” 

“No, it wouldn’t make her happy to know I kicked someone else out of their room.” If it was just him on the other hand… “But...I don’t know, can you maybe throw in something special? I mean, this is the hotel's error, after all...Not mine."

The Rodian hesitated, then checked her datapad. “We could send up some champagne and comp a dinner at our nicest restaurant?” 

He mulled it over. “Can you also comp a large bouquet of flowers?” 

The Rodian checked her system again. “Yes, I believe we can swing that.” 

“Then it’s a deal.”

 He explained to the clerk exactly what he wanted. When he finished, the Rodian nodded. “Yes, Sir. The room and your order should be ready this afternoon. Again, I'm so sorry for the trouble, Mr. Solo.” 

He waved her off and headed back into the lobby just as Leia entered the building. Her long dark hair was uncharacteristically loose and flowing around her shoulders. Already it looked like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “I found shrimpi cups.” She announced, holding one out to him. “We can eat it in our room. Then maybe, if you don’t have things planned, we could go for a walk on the beach?” 

He accepted it from her. “I have a better idea. Why don’t we eat it on the beach?” 

She glanced at their bags at their feet. “But…” 

He waved down the attention of a service droid nearby. “The droid will take care of it.” He assured her, then as the droid came closer he turned around and whispered, “As soon as the room for Leia and Han Solo is ready, put these bags in there.” The droid made a displeased bleep, but he raised his brows expectantly. “We are not going to carry our bags around all day because your hotel messed up on our accommodations.” 

“What was that, Han?” Leia called. 

“Nothing!” He threw her a reassuring smile even as he handed the bags off to the droid. Thankfully, the droid took it with little more than an annoyed bleep. 

He approached his wife again, huge grin in place, holding out his arm towards her. “Shall we?” 

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Eating on the beach ended up being the perfect activity. She’d been a little suspicious at Han’s strange behavior in the hotel lobby, but the lovely white sand beaches and cool, salty breeze put her mind at ease. The island they were on wasn’t as populated as some of the others on Spira, apparently, so there weren’t as many people wandering the beach. The water was calm, so much so that it looked more like they were on the shore of a giant glass lake than an ocean. Sand crabs darted about their feet, and they both kicked their shoes off and walked hand-in-hand, barefoot in the soft, velvety shoreline, water tickling their toes.

And it felt as if each step lifted away another worry or stress from her shoulders. It got even better when Han led her to a secluded section of the beach with a spa. “Really?” She asked skeptically. 

“What?” Han shrugged. “I thought it would be nice.” 

“It will be, but I didn’t exactly think of you as being someone who liked strangers touching your body.” 

“Well...do you like massages?” 

She didn’t mention that she used to love getting them on Alderaan as a teenager. She hadn’t had one since before the war, though. “Yes.” 

“Then it’ll be fine. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it.” 

“Wait, you’ve never gotten a massage?” 

“Like you said, the idea of strangers touching my body like that didn’t appeal to me. I’m not against it,” he added, “So...Maybe I’ll try it and never be able to live without it again.” 

They approached the counter and Leia picked up a pamphlet listing options and packages. 

“I like the sound of that.” She grinned. “So, I’ll be the one to choose what we get.”

“Choose away, Princess.” He motioned with his hand, dipping his head slightly in deference.

And that was how they each ended up with a hot stone massage on a soft table, side by side, under a gazebo overlooking the ocean, the lovely scent of tropical flowers wafting in the air...and contented smiles on both their faces. 

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“Oh Han, they’re beautiful!” Leia smiled as she took in the large bouquet of flowers that had been artfully arranged in a crystal vase on the nightstand. Inwardly, Han breathed a sigh of relief. So far, so good. “Purple passion flowers, everlilies, rojos and blue blossoms…Do you have any idea how expensive this arrangement was?” 

Kriff. No. He didn’t. The flowers were free from the hotel, but he wasn’t going to tell Leia that. Doing so would mean he’d have to admit something went wrong on their perfect vacation, and he wasn’t willing to do that. “Of course. I had to pay for them, didn’t I?” He approached her and took her hands in his own, rubbing his calloused fingers gently over her own.

 She smiled softly. “I guess that’s true. I’m just surprised, is all. This size arrangement costs the equivalent of several days pay of a navy officer’s salary.”

 Seriously? Who knew fresh flowers were so damn expensive? He didn’t understand it. They would just die before the end of the week. But his wife seemed pleased with it, and if she was happy, he was happy. 'Nuff said.

She pulled away and approached the open air balcony, white curtains softly blowing in the breeze. She leaned against the stone ledge, taking in a deep breath as he approached from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. From this close, she still smelled of the lavender oils the masseuse used during their massage. “You really outdid yourself this time, Honey.” She said softly, leaning back against him. 

Thankfully, the hotel front desk clerk hadn’t been wrong. The room did have a beautiful view, with the harbor full of boats of all sizes and shapes, with a sunset of reds, oranges, pinks, and golds backdropping a never ending ocean. If he hadn’t originally purchased the room that was advertised as the best view in the hotel, he wouldn’t have known the difference. 

“I’m glad you’re happy.” He said, planting a sweet kiss on top of her head. “Are you happy?” 

“Of course.” She turned around, to see his eyebrows raised in doubt.

“Really? It’s a little more work to make sure it all fit together…”

She sighed and shook her head. “If you’d just told me you wanted to go on a vacation, I could have helped you plan it.” 

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” He grinned, then snapped his fingers.“Oh! I also have stuff to make one of those fancy baths for you.” 

Leia raised her brows. “Fancy baths?” 

“Yeah. Y’know. With the flower water or whatever. You, uh, wouldn’t happen to know how to make it all nice and smelly, would you?” 

Her lips twitched. A sign she was attempting to hold back laughter. “You run hot water in the tub and place the petals in the water, if it’s petals. If it’s just a salt, then you also just dump that in the hot water and let it dissolve.” 

“You can do that with salt?” He asked, and this time she did laugh. “Well, I didn’t know! I’m a smuggler, for kriff's sake! You’ve seen the inside of the Falcon…” 

“Hmm...I’ve seen the outside, too.” She grinned at him.

“...and she may not be pretty, but she’s got it where it counts!” He huffed. “Alright. I...ah, just thought it would be nice to have a hot bath. That's all.” He flushed and shrugged, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck nervously.

The smile that spread over her face turned sultry. “Oh?” 

“Yeah. And I’m going to go draw it up.” 

“You know, I could do it since I’ve done it before…” 

“No, no.” He shook his head, already backing away towards the master bath. “You’re on vacation, Sweetheart. I got this.” 

Amused, she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the balcony railing. “I almost want to watch you do this.” 

“There’ll be nothing to see since I’ve got this. No worries. This is me we're talking about.” He assured her, ignoring her incredulous look, before turning around to set about his objective. He entered the master bath and firmly shut the door behind him. He'd show her. He was a man of many talents. How hard could it be?

Technically, it wasn’t. He approached the massive marble jacuzzi tub, turned on the water, and set it to the perfect warm temperature. Then, as it ran, he found the bowl of flower petals waiting on the bathroom counter and dumped them in, then watched as the water ran over the plants. Sure enough, purple color began to bleach from the petals into the water. So far, so good. 

Satisfied, he nodded and grabbed a bottle of scented bubble bath and dumped the entire container full of soap in the water. After all, the more bubbles the better, he figured, and the bottle wasn’t very big at all anyway. 

Big mistake. 

At first, it looked to be shaping up to be a perfect flowery bubble bath for two. Mentally, he went about imagining him and Leia in the tub...getting rather creative, and he couldn't help the wolfish grin that spread on his face at such imagery. Then, as more water poured into the purple soapy mixture, the bubbles grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger with no signs of stopping. 

Oh no. 

Satisfaction turned to uncertainty which quickly turned into horror, and he cursed as he grabbed a towel and began trying to scoop bubbles out, trying to dump them in the double sinks in the vanity. It didn’t work. The bubbles just kept foaming, reaching higher and higher, climbing the marble walls. 

Oh shit.

“Is everything alright…? Oh. Force.” Han turned around in horror at Leia’s voice...and the movement caused him to lose his balance on the edge of the tub and slip and fall backward into the mess of water, petals and bubbles, disappearing completely from view in the huge mounds of bubbles. 

When he emerged, spluttering, his vision, his nose, his mouth were full of bubbles, and as he sucked in air, he managed to inhale a mouth full of soap and a stray petal or two. He spat it out and worked to clear his vision just in time to see Leia sit delicately on the edge of the tub, laughing uproariously his predicament. “Oh yes, I definitely should have been watching you. What, did you pour the entire bottle in the tub?” 

He pointed at her vehemently, even as he hoped the mess he made hid the flush on his cheeks. “We will never speak of this again.” 

Leia snorted, still chuckling and shaking her head, reaching over to turn off the water. “I’m sure Chewie would love to hear how you attempted to draw a bath and instead filled the bathroom with a mountain of bubbles in an attempt to wash all the walls, I guess.” 

“Leia!”

“But you know,” she smiled that sultry smile again, her eyes twinkling, and a second later she swung her legs into the bath, clothes and all, and joined him. The water and bubbles slushed over the sides once more, as she approached him, wrapping her arms over his shoulders...and turned on a switch behind him. The water began to bubble around them as the jets turned on, causing the bubbles to foam even worse. "There are advantages to being so scrupulously clean."

“Uh...I don’t think we’re getting our security deposit back.” He said, eyes locked with his wife’s. This wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined their time in the bath, but…

She leaned closer until their lips were just centimeters apart, their breath mingling. “I think, whatever happens on this honeymoon, stays on this honeymoon.” 

He breathed out in relief, grinning, and kissed her deeply in answer. He was glad his wife was in total agreement with him on that.

By the next morning, he figured that, despite his apparent inability to put together a fancy bath, their bath time turned out much better than he imagined. 

But they were definitely not getting that deposit back. 

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She had to admit, Han could still surprise her, and he still proved daily that he wasn’t just a 'no good smuggler.' By the Force, he was so much more than that. General. Lover. Husband. Father. Pilot. Best Friend. And, apparently, pretty kriffing decent when it came to planning honeymoons. 

She was definitely impressed.

The rest of their week alone had been full of fun activities. Plenty of motosurfing; he’d had to teach her how to do that, and once she managed to get up on the board, she didn’t ever want to stop, much to her husband's amusement. They’d gone paddling in secluded lagoons, diving with schools of colorful fish in coral reefs, swimming in crystal clear lakes they found hiding in deserted caves, and island hopping where they had plenty of alone time on a small, white sand beach, undisturbed by any others, where they'd enjoyed a lovely picnic full of a veritable smorgasbord of delectable goodies, all packed for them by a helpful hotel concierge - complements of the Master Chef in the hotel's classiest restaurant.

Those alone times had especially made the whole trip worth it. 

They lounged on the cushioned bench of the balcony on their last night there, watching the full moon reflected off the relatively calm water of the ocean, listening to the peaceful sound of the ebbing tide. She swirled a glass of red, dry wine (at thirty nine degrees, Han teased when he’d handed it to her) in her hand absently, every once in a while taking a small sip from it. Around her waist, Han snaked an arm and held her close, and she leaned her back against the warmth of his chest. A light weight blanket was draped over both of them, as a gentle breeze wafted the salty scent of the sea around them.

Now this was pure bliss.

“Well.” She said softly, almost as though she were afraid to break the still silence of the night, “I don’t know about you, but I haven’t felt this relaxed since...since before I even joined the Senate.” 

Han softly whistled. “No wonder you’re so uptight, Sweetheart.” She tensed, the mood partially broken as she turned to chew him out, and he quickly added, “I’m only teasing, of course. Really, I’m glad. We deserved this.” He kissed her tenderly, and the tension left her shoulders, as she savored the taste and feel of him. 

“You were right.” She admitted when he pulled away, far too soon for her liking. “Maybe we should do this vacation thing more often.” 

“Wait, what was that? Do my ears deceive me?” 

“What?” 

“You said I was right.” 

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.” 

“Oh no, I’m going to savor this moment, Princess.” He took a deep breath. “Oh yeah. That feels great. I’m going to tell Chewie you finally admitted it. And Luke, as well.” Honestly, his look was so smug right now.

“Ah, ah!” She grinned, shaking her head, “What happens on this honeymoon stays on this honeymoon! Remember?” 

Han pouted. “Well...I’m sure not everything…” 

“Nope. Everything.” She reiterated before turning back to the view with a pleasured sigh. “Maybe next time we should bring the kids.” 

“To...a honeymoon?” 

“No, nerf herder, on vacation.” 

“Erm. As much as I love them, that doesn’t sound very relaxing to me.” 

“But it would be good to bond with them, I’m sure.” At his grimace, she snorted. “Alright. Maybe when they’re a little older and not so prone to disobeying their parents.” 

“Now, I like the sound of that.” 

They sat in silence for a while, simply enjoying one another’s company. Then, Han asked, more timid than she’d ever heard him, “Leia. Can I ask you something?” 

She raised a brow. She’d never heard him sound so hesitant. “Anything.” 

He didn’t say anything right away, not meeting her eyes. “Do you...think your...I mean, what do you think...you know…”

“Spit it out.” 

He huffed. “Do you think your parents would have approved of...us?” 

She blinked in surprise. Again. He never failed to surprise her. She didn’t have to have the Force to know he didn’t mean her biological parents. “You’ve waited three kids and how many years of marriage to ask me that? I didn’t even think you cared about that.” 

“Well...I mean, I would've married you anyway regardless, but...sure. They’re you’re family. Our family. That’s important.” 

She stared at him. “Even now? Even though they...even though you’ll never get to meet them?” 

“Even now.” 

Leia blew out a breath, then looked back at the calm water as she seriously considered. “Well. They definitely would have objected to us marrying.” 

“Yeah?” He didn’t sound offended, or even all that surprised. 

“Yeah, but I don’t think that means they wouldn’t have liked you personally. There’s just certain expectations of royals.” 

“Outdated expectations, if you ask me.” 

“I agree, obviously.” she managed a small smile. “And I don’t think they would have stopped us if that’s what I really wanted.” 

“That’s good, right?” 

“Naturally.” She thought some more, matching her parents' personalities up with what they’d told her during her teenage years. “You probably would have charmed my mother.” 

“I always charm the ladies. That’s not a big surprise.” 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, laser brain.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not that charming. You just have an insane amount of luck and persistence.” 

“And it doesn’t hurt that I’m devilishly handsome, right?” He teased, wolfish grin in place. 

No. It definitely didn’t hurt. Not at all. But she made no comment on that. No sense in swelling his ego any more than it already was.  “My father definitely would have objected to you. Actually, he and I might have butted heads over my dating you. He might've said, What does a twenty-nine-year old smuggler from Corellia want with a nineteen-year-old princess from Alderaan? And he wouldn’t have been wrong.” 

“My intentions were always pure…” 

“Uh huh.” She grinned. “Sure they were. But, after we got married and had the twins, he would've softened up. Especially over the twins. They would have worked their charismatic magic on him, and he would have been putty in their little hands. Then I think he’d probably have become your best friend.” 

“It’s always the grandkids that get the in-laws to relax. Especially the father-in-laws.” Han laughed. 

“That they do.” She agreed and then turned to him. “Did that answer your question?” 

“Depends. You didn’t say any of that just to make me feel better, did ya?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. 

“Never.” She shook her head, leaned in and kissed him again, longer this time. Deeper. 

When they pulled away, Han asked, “Would you do it again? If you woke up tomorrow and had the option of going back and doing it all over again, would you change anything or would you keep things the same?” 

“Wow. You’ve got a lot of hard hitting questions tonight, don't you. I feel like I’m being interviewed for a holovid.” But she knew he was serious, so again she treated the question with the seriousness it deserved, taking a few minutes to mull over all they'd seen and been through. “I wish there were things during the war I could change, yes...just so that not so many good, innocent people died.” 

“Including your parents?”

 She nodded. “Especially them. Especially my home planet.” As it usually did, speaking about Alderaan caused her heart to constrict in her chest, but like she normally did with those feelings, she pushed it aside and moved on. “But if changing things meant losing you?” 

She paused. 

She was always one to put duty first. She'd been raised as a royal princess. Duty before self-interests came with the title and was second nature to her way of being. She’d made judgement calls during the Rebellion that put the good of the group above the good of the individual repeatedly. Hell, her decision to do just that on the Death Star had led to her home and family being destroyed in front of her own eyes. 

But would she give up Han? 

He was her life partner. Her soulmate. Her equal. He supported her just as much as she supported him. Even when he didn’t agree, he was there for her. He accepted her as she was, flaws and all, just as she accepted him. There were so many things she couldn’t have done alone that she was able to accomplish because they had each other’s backs. Han had become her other half, without her consciously realizing it. Without him, her life was bleaker...and of course, far less interesting. 

“No.” Han’s brows shot up in surprise, but she didn’t find herself particularly shocked by her answer. “I’ve given up so much in my life for Alderaan, for the Rebellion, for the galaxy. But you...I don’t want to give you up. Not ever by choice.” 

He blinked at her. “Really?” 

It was too dark to tell, but she thought his voice hitched as though he were getting choked up, something her husband almost never did.

“Really.” She promised, smiling up at him softly, tenderly, but no less affirmatively.

He stared at her, as though memorizing her, or the moment they were in. “I love you, Leia.” 

She grinned. “I know.” 

Then his lips were on hers, but this time they were hot and fierce, as though her words had opened a floodgate of emotion he could no longer contain. She wrapped her arms around his neck, climbing into his lap as she kissed him back with as much fervor as she could muster. 

“What do you say we take this to the bedroom?” Han asked between kisses, his voice a deep husky whisper.

 “That’s my favorite question you've asked, by far.” She replied back just as breathlessly. Han made a pleased sounding growl deep in his throat, and moments later she was whisked up into his strong arms, being carried back into their private bedchamber, her soft laughter sweet music to his ears.

No. She couldn't - and wouldn’t - give this man up. Not ever. And she thanked the Force, the stars, and anything else that would listen to her, that they’d found one another in the vastness of the galaxy. 

Because their love was fated. It was destiny. 

It was the will of the Force. 

And for Leia, that was the best reason of all to indulge in this very special second honeymoon.

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Whipped...Boyfriend?? (Pt.5)

I want to take the time to thank my lovely @harryimaginedstories for nudging me in the right direction with this one. I was a bit conflicted in terms of which direction I wanted to take it, but she was able to settle my doubts. Thank you, love!

Without further ado...

It was impossible not to be so entranced by such a beautiful boy. A beautiful man. A wonderful human being. A decent human being, who taught the world how to be kind, even if they didn't realize they were learning. He loves people the way they deserve to be loved, making sure to let them know it was okay. It was okay to be loved and to fall in love, that's what we live for after all. But this boy lives for so much more. This man lives to make others happy, because that's where he finds his own.

He's a breath of relief, to see such maturity in a young person; it leaves others in true awe. The way he presents himself, with such confidence that could make you shrink into yourself, feel small. But he has the ability to pull you right out of that state of mind. He'll make you feel like you're the most important person in the world. He's kind and sensitive and all that a man should be.

It was impossible not to notice him. It was impossible not to get caught up.

And it was impossible not to fall in love.

***

He was by no means perfect though. He had a temper. He had a tendency to disregard certain things, even though he didn't mean to. He could be the life of the party one minute, and a great introvert the next, keeping to himself in an intriguing way. He was intimidating, but he had that aura. He would make you feel like you needed to be his friend, like you needed to know him and be a part of his extraordinary life.

He had spots and blemishes on his face, but make up covered that up well. When he was particularly tired, the circles under his eyes added to that imperfection. He had a bit of a lazy eye, but you couldn't really tell unless you were dead on staring, and even then you would most likely get lost in the icy green of them, specs of gold.

***

But they never saw him like Y/N did. They never lay next to him like she did. They never felt the warmth of his skin like she did.

They never got to experience him in the morning like she did. She took notice to it all.

How his hair was lighter in the sun. A golden brown, or maybe blonde, that had her fingers running through the soft strands with little to no notice that she was doing it. His eyes, bright and excited, crinkles on the corners even though it was seven in the morning and all Y/N wanted to do was go back to sleep, but Harry was a morning person, and plenty times she failed to lull him back to sleep after the sun rose.

The dip on his cheek prominently deepened with every laugh shared, every joke told, every happy moment lived.

His lips, just like in the photos, and how the world sees them. Pink, and enticing. The way that he spoke, the way that his lips moved and pursed around every word, it was hard not to notice.

They never felt those lips like she did. They touched her hands, her fingers, her neck. Her ears, her hair, her forehead. Her temples, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose. Anywhere but where she wanted to have them for the amount of time they were best friends. Until finally, on that glorious night, they touched her lips. After that, she experienced the gentleness of them when he'd get home from work and lay a kiss on her waiting lips. She experienced how rough they could be, pressed tight against her own after long days apart. She experienced them on cold days, or nights. And never minded when they were chapped.

They were cold, they were warm. They were hers.

He was mesmerizing.

***

And they never saw him fall like she did.

Takes a grand deal to make a great man fall, but it takes even more to lift him back up.

Countless times he'd safely look to her to make his days better, until he realized he didn't deserve her. Not after what he did.

***

He was superman. He was untouchable, indestructible. But only to the public.

Behind closed doors. Where everything happens.

Her touch couldn't help him that night.

Her begging and pleading couldn't save him.

Her love could not save them.

***

What did she do?

What did she not do?

Little did she know, it's what he had done.

It honestly can't be any more embarrassing. She should've let Harry accompany her, hell; she should've shot him a text, or called him while she was still in the loo. And though more often than not she's able to handle herself, she should've really just trusted her gut and asked Harry to meet her outside.

It's not as bad as it could be though, and in all honesty it might be her fault. But the dress just seems too expensive and she can't believe she ruined it. She's almost certain she would have burst out in tears if the woman behind the bar hadn't gone around to help her dry up, but never the less the stain is still prominent, and she's wishing and hoping that it'll be an easy fix when she takes it to the cleaner once they get back home.

How was she going to explain what happened. So you see, I sort of kind of maybe definitely stumbled a bit because you know, alcohol, and maybe sort of definitely bumped into that lady over there and completely drenched myself in red wine.

"Harry."

His eyes went wide before he'd even taken a proper look at her.

"I'm sorry." The whisper came as a shock.

She was beginning to get teary eyed because again, she cannot imagine how much this dress must've cost Harry.

His sigh of relief goes unnoticed, and in two long strides he's stood in front of her.

"Wha' 'appened, love."

At this moment, he really seems to have forgotten about the problem at hand, and only hopes Y/N won't ask who he'd been talking to.

"I'm sorry. It all happened so fast and-" the words get caught in her throat.

He takes a look at the wine stained fabric, a thumb rubbing over the damp spot as if it would help clean it any.

"No, kitt'en. S'fine. Nothin' t' fret over."

She wipes a stray tear from her cheek with a knuckle, a single sob huffing out.

Harry kisses the top of her hair line, a chuckle lightening the tension he's sure she must be feeling.

"S'not funny. Aren't you upset?" She looks up at him dolefully, "I ruined it, H." She pinches the fabric in between her fingers, pulling at it just a tad to emphasize the mess.

But Harry can't help but smile, "s'okay, love. I'll buy ye' another one. I'll buy ye' ten if ye'd like. S'no problem."

He smiles wider, in attempt to reassure her that it's not a big deal, he's not mad. And only when he feels her relax does he shrug off his jacket, slipping each arm out before reaching behind her and settling it over her own shoulders.

"Now c'mon," he grips the lapel between his fingers and gently pulls her closer, pecking her pout, "let's get ye' t'the hotel."

***

A shower is very much what Y/N needed. The alcohol in her system seems to have evaporated along with the headache that was beginning to creep up. The noise outside has settled, allowing her to sit in bed in peace and quiet, the only sound being that of running water as Harry took his own shower.

"Have any of tha' body wash ye' use, pet?" It's just like Harry to step into the shower unprepared.

"Running low, gonna have to use your own, babe."

She wasn't really, she always makes sure to pack more than needed when they go on trips. But she likes how Harry smells, and if denying him her own scent meant she'd be able to cuddle up to fresh, sometimes minty smelling, Harry, then so be it. He can scold her all he wants once he comes out and finds that she does in fact have plenty of her own body wash.

"Can ye' han' me a towel?"

Of course.

Y/N thinks he does this stuff on purpose sometimes. Whether it be 'can ye' hand me m'towel, love' or 'left m'loofa on the far end of the counter', for some reason or another he always seems to forget something at shower time. Sometimes he even lures her into the bathroom with the smell of whatever bath bomb he feels like indulging in. And she's not completely dull-witted either, nor a woman with no needs. So even though she huffs because 'Harry, really? Next time I'll let you come out for it yourself. Teach ya a lesson and learn once you slip and fall on your ass,’ she can’t deny she hasn’t fantasied.

And she must admit she does get that tight knot just below her belly button every time she slips into the bathroom and catches a glimpse of his silhouette behind the curtain. Or a tingle, that will have her thighs clenching at the sight of him in the tub, bubbles long gone, bare ass on display. And he'll tilt his head up and pout his lips slightly, silently asking for a kiss after she's handed him the bath bar he oh so conveniently left on the bathroom counter. But he'd never turn over, because despite his own needs, he didn't really know how she would react, never even tried.

"'Lo?" She's brought out from the lusting thoughts, jolting in place before scurrying over to the room's dresser and pulling out a white cotton towel, aware that the water's been turned off.

"Here." It's cute, how she's peeked the door open just a bit, slipping her hand in and waving the material without once looking into the room.

"Ye' can come in, love." Harry chuckles, body hidden behind the curtain.

"Should really stop forgetting the towel." But he can't help it, he always thought if it got her mind wondering, maybe it'd help ease her along. But that was then, before he'd gone and had sex with somebody that wasn't her. Now, all he wants is to find the appropriate time to tell her.

"G'na make a note of tha'."

Any other time she'd be quick to rush out, but right now. Right now she's looking at him in a way he doesn't think she's ever looked at him. Eyes lingering, sizing what little of him she can see through the shower curtain. He notices how her bottom lips drawls out from between her teeth. And though he begins to feel himself growing, he can't help the guilt washing over him all over again. So he breaks eye contact, and slides the curtain closed.

***

Why it took Harry a good ten minutes to finally come out of the bathroom, Y/N's got no clue. Surely it couldn't have taken more than three minutes to wash his teeth. When he does finally come out, he doesn't make eye contact, instead she watches as he walks around the room from where she sits on the bed against the headboard, collecting every piece of clothing he wore tonight and hanging it appropriately on hangers.

She watches how the muscles on his back flex when he moves his arms. She watches the swallows high on his chest move to the way he breathes. She smiles at the way the damp strands stick to his forehead before he slides his fingers through and back to remove them from his eyes. She admires the stern look on his face as he fumbles to button his suit jacket, lifting it up to inspect it before hanging it inside the armoire.

Her eyes trace over his tense jaw, the dimly lit room allowing her to see the chiseled structure of his face. She bites the inside of her lip, eyes following the drops of water trailing from the tips of his hair, to the side of his face, to his collarbones, past his chest hair and down his abs before being absorbed into the white material. Her eyes linger lower, noticing how the towel hangs dangerously low on his waist, enough that she can see his happy trail.

A hand moves to settle between her thighs, already feeling the heat that's worked up.

What sends her over the edge is the evident outline of his bulge, and when he turns sideways, the noticeable tent-like bump has her toes curling and thighs pressing closer against her hand.

"Harry." She doesn't mean for it to come out sultry, but it does and it has Harry giving her his full attention.

She's on her knees now, walking on her knees to the edge of the bed where he's standing at.

He can feel his breath hitch at the touch, her fingertips ghosting over the 17BLACK tattoo down to the butterfly on his tummy before she's rubbing her thumb over the Might as well by his v-line.

Before he knows it, he's exhaling a low moan into her mouth at the feeling of her fingertips trailing down his happy trail. They stop at the top of the cottony fabric. He forces his eyes shut when the pads of her fingers continue trailing down until her palm is against his growing erection and he's bucking his hips forward.

He feels her smile against his lips. And it's then that she starts a slow up and down motion, her hand working on his length.

Harry grips at either side of her hip, pressing the tip of his tongue against her slightly parted lips, and when she opens further, his tongue slips in to work against hers.

It's been a while since he's had a hand other than his own touching his cock, and although he's denied of full pleasure because of the thick material around his waist, it's better than him having to tug one out in the confines of a bathroom. 

The attention her hand is giving his cock is enough to have him in a daze. But he can feel her uneasiness still, not doing much other rather running her palm over his member, so he sets a hand over her own, squeezing it to cup over his cock, the knot in his lower stomach tightening as he detaches his lips from hers and throws his head back in pleasure.

His breathing has become jagged, eyebrows knitted in hopes to restrain the throbbing of his cock.

He feels her replace her hand with his own, and Harry can do nothing but lightly squeeze at the head.

She kisses from his shoulder, to the protruding vein on the side of his neck, and back down to the crook of it, hands trailing up to his chest. When she bites at the skin, the hand that was soothing the ache on his cock goes to her hair, and suddenly his eyes meet hers again.

"Need you." It's what she whispers as she presses herself closer, hips meeting his in an urge to feel him, her lips reattaching to his. This causes Harry's hand to slip down to the curve of her bum where it meets the back of her thighs. And he's pressing them firm against her bum, his own clenching in an attempt to press himself closer to her, wanting her to feel what she's done to him.

She takes his body along with hers as she begins moving backwards onto the mattress until she's completely laying down with Harry on top of her, holding his own weight with his forearms flat on the mattress. His hair, once too short, falls over the sides of his face, eyes downcast and nostrils flared.

He moves to hook a thumb inside her boy shorts, but doesn't make any effort to slide them down. Instead, he holds it there.

Y/N starts to feel the pressing of his bulge against her mound, and her back arches when he grinds into her. The built up frustration is causing him to grip at her hip a tad too tight, but Y/N's moan at the feeling only causes him to rut his hips harder.

Although Y/N might be a virgin, she's not a complete saint. She's spent countless times reading up on the pleasure that is sex. She'd often get off at the thought of Harry, hands gripping her bed sheets as she wrenched and moaned until she reached release. But she's never been confident enough to take that big step. Not with Harry, not with anyone else she's dated.

And she never thought it would feel this good.

Her legs hook around his waist, craving to have him closer, and he's attaching his lips to her neck.

"Pet." His whisper is mixture of frustration and pleasure.

All she can do is moan.

Soon enough, he's pushing himself off of her.

Did she do something?

But he doesn't say anything, moves to sit on the edge of the bed, trying his best to ignore the throbbing of his cock, well aware that he won't be relishing in the pleasure of release. A hand runs through his hair before it settles on his lap. And then he's letting out a sigh and bringing the heels of his hand to dig at his eyes.

"Everything okay, H?"

He’s waited so long for this. But he can't. He won't.

He needs to tell her, but where does he start.

He hears her yawn, and he can already imagine her kneeled behind him, hovering over his body.

But she doesn't say anything, wraps her arms around his neck from and presses a kiss to the shell of his ear.

"Don't have to, if you don't want."

But he does, he wants to. Just not like this.

He reaches behind to caress at her hair and presses his temple against her forehead.

"Not tonight, pet."

She doesn't say anything after that, so Harry stands up to walk to the dresser, grabbing a pair of briefs and making his way into the bathroom.

When he comes out, his Y/N is asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed, oblivious to the silent tears running down his cheeks.

He's made up his mind. He'll tell her tomorrow.

He stands at the side of the bed, looking her over, the guilt eating at him.

He manages to wedge himself in between her and the mattress without waking her, bringing her to lie against his chest, holding tight.

But the tears don't stop.

At 4 in the morning he's still awake, no sign that he's growing tired. He's trying to memorize all of her, his eyes and hands scanning and ghosting her sleeping figure.

She looks so pure. A sob racks his body, and when the next one threatens to shake him he inhales deep when he feels her stir against him.

How could he have done this to her.

After she buries her face in the crook of his neck, he closes his eyes tight, squeezing her to him one last time before letting sleep overcome him.

And though it's a long shot, he just hopes they'll be able get through this.

***

When Harry wakes up, it's to an empty bed and a note on the side of mattress where Y/N laid the night before. He takes the hotel’s notepad in between his thumb and index finger.

Went out for breakfast with Lou. Giving you a Y/N free afternoon so you can hang out with the boys. Already packed for our flight tomorrow. See you later, babe!(:

Although he really wishes she would have woken him so they could eat together, Harry knows he's got to sort his guilt out. He can't let another day go by lying to her.

***

How did they end up here.

She knew it wasn't gonna be anything good. From her experience, nothing good ever follows 'we need to talk.'

But she could have never imagined this. Never in a million years could she have thought those words would be coming out of Harry's mouth.

She's in complete shock, hands trembling and heart pounding, pounding hard against her chest and she swears she can hear it echoing in the room.

"You-" She can't say it, she can't repeat it, but she knows there's no way around this.

"You slept with someone else." She's making sure she heard him right. She wants to believe she heard wrong, but his following words further prove that's not the case.

"I'd had too much t'drink. I-I didn't know wha' I was doin'. I can't remember anythin'. All I know s'I woke up next to h-"

"Stop." Every word he says, hang in the air, floating in her head because no, she refuses to believe her Harry could have done this to her.

He had been stood frozen in the middle of the room after insisting she sit down, and though she was reluctant and wary, she had, the soft sofa failing to ease the growing tension.

"Y/N." His eyes are red, fighting against his sobs to explain to her, to try to get her to understand that had he been in his five senses, it wouldn't have happened because he doesn't have eyes for anyone else.

"Stop." There’s nothing else she can say. She doesn't want to hear about what, or how it happened. She doesn't want details on the night Harry betrayed her trust.

Harry can see tear drops landing on her jeans, hands clasped together on her lap, making no effort to wipe at her eyes or her cheeks.

"It meant nothing and I-"

"Harry." And the look on her face when she finally looks up at him, that look has him falling to his knees in front of her, reaching out to take her hands in his.

"Y/N, no." His lips are quivering, the corners of them pulled down. "It meant nothin'. Ye' can't think fo' a minute tha' I wanted it. I love you. You know tha'."

His heart breaks all the more when she bows her head back down and says nothing. She looks at their joined hands and gives his a squeeze.

"Tell me ye' know tha'." The crack of his voice tugs at her heart.

"M'sorry, love. M'so so sorry."

Suddenly, it clicks in her head.

"No," she whispers in sudden realization.

She pulls her hands away when she feels his lips rest on her knuckles.

"That day, that's what it was. That's why you were crying." It's as if it's all come together. "You should have told me."

"I wanted to. I wanted t'tell ye'," he chokes on his words, "and it killed me to-"

"You've kept this from me this long." It's more like she's saying it to herself, trying to wrap her head around how he could sleep next to her knowing what he had done.

"I wanted t'find the right time t'tell ye'. I didn't mean for it t'-"

"Stop."

She can feel his grip tighten on her thighs. She can't do this. She can't sit here and listen to his excuses.

"M'sorry for lettin' it come this far. Pet, m'sorry. I wanted t'tell ye'. And then when I saw 'er last night-"

Is he serious? She was there? There's a chance she might have had a conversation with the woman Harry slept with?

"Stop." She really just wants him to stop.

"I was so scared. I didn't know she was gonna be there. And I couldn't have ye' findin' out like tha'. I couldn't risk-"

She can't take it. "Harry stop!" She didn't want to yell, she's never been one to yell. Their small tiffs never ended in yelling. But she knows this isn't small, and she can't be expected to keep calm.

He's losing her, he feels it.

She brushes his hands off, pushing herself off the sofa and moving away from him to the door of the room.

"No," he cries, tears welling up in his eyes, vision blurry, so he wipes at his them harshly with the back of his hand.

"Get out." She's opening the door, eyes fixated on the floor.

He sets his weight on the back of his heels for a moment, head in his hands. The only sound in the room being a mix of his ragged breathing and her sobs. He stays still, but only for a moment, until he hears her faintly whisper his name.

"Please, love-" he's quick to get up, shoulders slumped as he cautiously moves to her, feet dragging.

"Out." There's no changing her mind.

She's never felt so broken before, so betrayed.

And she doesn't look at him, not even a glance even though she can feel his stare on her.

She listens as whis breathing evens, and lets him kiss the top of her hair before she's shutting the door behind him.

Her world’s crashing around her, and all it took was one night with someone else. She wants the floor to swallow her whole. She wants this all to be a nightmare.

But it's real. And it hurts.

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Mystic Messenger Reader Insert Masterlist

Masterlist of all Mystic Messenger reader insert oneshots. You can find more fics for other fandoms I've written in my other masterlists [here].

Fics are divided into sections for each character. Each listed fic contains the following fic information underneath: rating • genre • word count • summary. Characters and fics are listed in alphabetical order.

Fic Count: 175

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LAST UPDATE: SEPTEMBER 15, 2019

707/LUCIEL CHOI

► ON THREE Explicit • Smut • 310 words You have a threesome with Seven and Jumin.

JAEHEE KANG

► GIRL THINGS Teen • Fluff • 1,042 words You knew you could always rely on Jaehee, especially when your period unexpectedly hits.

JUMIN HAN

► BUBBLE BATH Teen • Fluff • 1,296 words Jumin prepares a bubble bath for you to help you relax.

► DOMINATE Explicit • Smut/Fluff • 404 words Dom headcanons for Jumin.

► DANCE LESSONS General • Fluff • 150 words You ask Jumin to teach you how to dance.

► LIGHTS OUT General • Fluff/Slice of Life • 1,535 words You and Jumin kill some time when the power goes out in the penthouse during a storm.

► ON THREE Explicit • Smut • 310 words You have a threesome with Seven and Jumin.

► SOMETHING NEW Explicit • Smut • 331 words You and Jumin try something new in the bedroom.

► SPOILED LOVE Teen • Fluff • 951 words It’s not only gifts Jumin spoils you with.

► TRUST ME Teen • Drama/Fluff • 1,326 words A rumour comes out that you’re cheating on Jumin with Zen, and you’re afraid of what Jumin’s reaction would be.

UNKNOWN/SAERAN CHOI/"RAY"

► FIRSTS Teen • Fluff • 441 words Your first meeting, date, and kiss with Saeran.

► FLOWER LANGUAGE Explicit • Hurt/Comfort/Smut/Fluff • 1,854 words You love Ray. Ray loves you. It’s as simple as that.

► FOREVER Teen • Drama • 1,296 words You express interest in leaving, but Ray begs you not to. NOTE: May contain slight spoilers for V’s Route.

► HAPPY ENDING General • Fluff • 129 words Ray gets his happy ending.

► KEEP ME CLOSE TO YOUR HEART Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 1,127 words Ray gives you some “sweet touches”.

► LITTLE FLOWER General • Friendship • 755 words In the garden behind the cathedral, a small boy talks to his only friend. NOTE: Reader is not MC.

► NOT ALONE Teen • Angst • 930 words You’re not leaving without him. NOTE: Contains spoilers for Day 10 of V’s route. Reader is not MC.

► PRESENCE General • Hurt/Comfort • 745 words Ray gives you a choice to either join him in Mint Eye or end your suffering by yourself.

► RAY OF HOPE Teen • Drama • 723 words Ray gives you a choice to either join him in Mint Eye or end your suffering by yourself.

► SAVIOUR COMPLEX Teen • Hurt/Comfort • 1,175 words Ray is brokenhearted after having somebody precious leave him, and you go to comfort him. NOTE: May contain slight spoilers for V’s Route. Reader is not MC.

► SWEET DRUG Explicit • Smut • 3,116 words The elixir Ray gave you leaves an unpleasant taste in your mouth, so he gives you something much sweeter to drown in. NOTE: May contain slight spoilers for V’s Route.

V

► 1000 WORDS (PART 1) / ► (PART 2) Teen • Angst • 4,630 words You would always be there for V, no matter what. NOTE: Contains spoilers for Secret 01 and very small spoilers for Jumin’s and Jaehee’s route. Reader is not MC. Takes place pre-game and after Secret 01.

► BREATHE General • Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 1,247 words You would always be there for V, no matter what. NOTE: Contains spoilers for Secret 01. Canon-divergence.

► BROKEN General • Angst • 1,029 words V wonders why he feels this way towards you, regretting all the choices he’s made so far before making one final decision.

► SECRET LETTERS General • Angst • 123 words You exchanged letters with V.

► SLEEPLESS NIGHT General • Fluff • 769 words You have a short conversation with V in the chatroom.

► THE PATHS WE CHOOSE General • Angst • 1,264 words V knows that this is all a game, and he understands that he has no route set out for him. NOTE: Contains spoilers for Secret 01

YOOSUNG KIM

► BETTER General • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 295 words Yoosung finds out you're a better gamer than him.

► PREGNANCY General • Fluff • 113 words Yoosung finds out you're pregnant.

► SERENADE General • Fluff • 311 words Yoosung serenades you.

ZEN/HYUN RYU

► ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS General • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 1,156 words “I love you” doesn’t always have to be three words alone.

► ALIVE Teen • Hurt/Comfort • 394 words Zen struggles after having ran away from home.

► APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED General • Hurt/Comfort • 507 words Sometimes, there’s no need for an apology.

► APRIL SHOWERS General • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 2,067 words It’s okay to be selfish at times and ask for attention when you need it. Zen would be more than happy to provide.

► ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 6,231 words Zen has always given you everything you wanted and held back with his own desires. This time, it was your turn to give back to him.

► AT YOUR SERVICE Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 2,993 words Zen comes home after a long day, only to be greeted in surprise by you wearing a maid outfit.

► BAD HABIT Teen • Fluff • 824 words Zen tries to help you stop your habit of picking your lips.

► BAKING General • Fluff • 163 words You bake cookies with Zen.

► BEAUTIFUL REMINDER Teen • Fluff • 119 words Zen reminds you that you're beautiful.

► BEDHEAD General • Fluff • 104 words Zen helps with taming your bedhead.

► BLANKET CUDDLES General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 668 words You and Zen cuddle underneath the blankets.

► BLEEDING LOVE Teen • Fluff/Slice of Life • 1,192 words It’s that time of the month, but Zen tries to help make it easier on yourself.

► BOYFRIEND, GIRLFRIEND General • Fluff/Slice of Life • 907 words You aren’t the only one who gets jealous.

► BOYFRIEND MATERIAL Teen • Fluff/Slice of Life • 707 words Zen’s being cheesy again, but it’s all good in the end.

► BREATHE LIFE UNTO ME Teen • Angst • 1,053 words You need to breathe. NOTE: Contains attempted suicide.

► BROKEN ANKLE General • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 148 words Zen takes care of you when you break your ankle.

► BROKEN BED Explicit • Smut • 411 words Zen is so forceful in bed that he breaks the bed.

► CHANGES General • Slice-of-life/Fluff • 2,461 words You move to a new city and make a new friend.

► CHILDHOOD PROMISE General • Angst • 135 words You were childhood friends with Zen, and he promised to marry you one day.

► COLD HANDS Explicit • Smut • 315 words Zen warms up your cold hands.

► COMB General • Fluff/Slice of Life • 167 words You comb through Zen's hair with your fingers.

► COMING HOME Teen • Angst/Fluff • 1,009 words It's time for Zen's conscription.

► COMMUNICATION Teen • Hurt/Comfort • 1,822 words You have difficulty explaining something to Zen, so you write a letter instead.

► COMPLETION Teen • Fluff • 1,921 words Zen finally meets his soul mate; they're completely different from what he expected. NOTE: Fantasy!AU: Faeries • Soul Mate!AU

► MALAK!ZEN/HYUN RYU • CONFESSION General • Fluff • 1,225 words Zen decides to confess to you the only way he knows how as a malak. NOTE: Cross-over with Tales of Berseria; no major spoilers, and none of the characters or places from Berseria appear. Just taking a bit of the lore. Takes place before the Advent.

► CONFESSION REHEARSAL General • Angst • 181 words You confess to Zen only to become embarrassed and take it back, saying that you were just practicing on confessing to the person you liked.

► COSTUME General • Fluff • 154 words You're a costume designer and have Zen try on the costume so you can make the necessary adjustments.

► DASHING Teen • Fluff • 1,935 words You desperately want to leave Jumin’s penthouse, so Zen decides to kidnap you away.

► DAY AND NIGHT General • Fluff/Slice of Life • 329 words Just your regular morning and night routine with Zen.

► DISCOVERY Teen • Fluff/Romance • 939 words Zen discovers that you’re sensitive at the ears.

► E FOR EFFORT General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 2,100 words You’ve fallen ill, and Zen who has never had a cold before, tries to take care of you.

► EXPECTATIONS VS REALITY Teen • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 1,003 words You and Zen always somehow manage to surprise each other, even after all this time.

► FAVOUR Teen • Humour • 203 words You ask Zen to retrieve your phone from your bra

► FIGHT FOR YOU Teen • Angst/Action • 1,066 words Zen gets into a fight with your boyfriend.

► FIGURE SKATING General • Slice of Life • 198 words Zen is a professional figure skater.

► FIRST EXCHANGE General • Fluff • 1,418 words You are a long-time fan of Zen's. To show his appreciation towards you, Zen decides to send you a letter.

► FIRST SHARED LAUGHTER General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 722 words You lessen the distance between you and Zen with some laughter.

► FIRSTS General • Fluff • 363 words Your first meeting, date, and kiss with Zen.

► FIRSTS (ANOTHER VER.) General • Fluff • 348 words Your first meeting, date, and kiss with Zen. (Another Version)

► FIRSTS (ANOTHER VER. 2) General • Fluff • 375 words Your first meeting, date, and kiss with Zen. (Another Version 2)

► FLOWER GARDEN General • Fluff • 1,051 words Zen the Knight enters the forbidden forest in search of a way to save his princess. While there, he encounters a beautiful young maiden... NOTE: Fantasy!AU: Zen the Knight

► FOOL ME ONCE General • GENRE:Angst/Hurt/Comfort • 1,256 words You’re scared of Zen and how he might hurt you; he reassures you that there’s nothing to fear.

► FOR YOU General • Fluff • 318 words Zen finds out your birthday is coming up.

► FOUR SEASONS Teen • Fluff/Romance/Angst • 2,027 words It was a short-lived romance, but those four seasons held such fond memories.

► GAME END General • Angst • 1,663 words He wasn’t real. None of them were. None of this was. So then surely this aching pain in your chest isn’t real either…right?

► GOOD ENOUGH Teen • Hurt/Comfort • 1,808 words Sometimes, all you needed was just a reminder.

► HANDCUFFED Explicit • Drama/Smut • 294 words You get into an argument with Zen and then get handcuffed together.

► HAPPILY EVER AFTER General • Angst/Drama • 1,098 words Zen didn’t want it to end.

► HAPPY BIRTHDAY Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 17,095 words It’s your birthday, and Zen intends to end it with a bang.

► HIS LITTLE PRINCESS General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 779 words Zen is being an overprotective father.

► IDENTITY General • Fluff • 668 words You tell Zen your real name and help teach him how to pronounce it.

► IN HIS DREAMS Explicit • Angst/Smut • 1,597 words The RFA go on a trip, and Zen overheard you and Jumin having sex in the room beside him. Unable to help himself from how you sound, Zen tries to relieve himself.

► IN HIS EYES Teen • Fluff/Slice of Life • 440 words You can be a real tease sometimes, you know that?

► JUST A DREAM General • Slice-of-life • 578 words Zen dreams of a young woman he's never met before.

► JUST A LITTLE General • Fluff/Hurt/Comfort • 589 words You tell Zen that you have ADHD, and you're nervous about it.

► JUST TWO Teen • Drama/Hurt/Comfort • 1.235 words Zen seems rather excited about having kids with you, but you don’t share the sentiment and don’t know how to tell him.

► KISSES General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 776 words You watch one of Zen's performances where he has to kiss his fellow actress, and though you try not to, you still get jealous.

► KISS IT BETTER Teen • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 1,145 words You accidentally hurt yourself, but Zen is there to help.

► KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 848 words You find a spider in the washroom. Time to call upon Zen the Knight.

► KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING Teen • Fluff/Humour • 974 words Zen accidentally walks in on you after your shower.

► LATE NIGHT GRINDING General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 1,161 words Zen comes home late to find you still awake while on your phone and completely misunderstands when you tell him you were "grinding".

► LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL General • Hurt/Comfort �� 1,630 words You call Zen in a moment of weakness. Despite how late in the night it is, Zen is more than happy to stay on the line with you for comfort.

► LAZY EVENING General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 632 words You’re waiting for Zen and decide to take a nap.

► LET'S PLAY Teen • Slice-of-life • 825 words You play a VR game while waiting for Zen to come home.

► LITTLE MOMENTS General • Fluff • 901 words You and Zen tease each other.

► LONELY AND LOST General • Angst • 518 words It’s escapism. You understand that, but it doesn’t make it any less painful.

► LOVE AND JOY General • Fluff/Hurt/Comfort • 1,012 words A simple question helps reaffirm your love for Zen.

► LOVE IS BLIND Teen • Angst • 1,620 words You end up getting injured by one of Zen’s fans, and though reluctant, you don’t think you can continue your relationship with the semi-famous actor.

► MAGNETISM Teen • Romance • 1,123 words Neither of you could resist the pull you had on each other.

► MASSAGE Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 339 words Zen gives you a massage.

► METAPP General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 1,116 words Zen gets curious of a new dating game you're playing.

► MIRROR, MIRROR General • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 1,377 words Zen tries to wash your insecurities away.

► MISTLETOE KISS General • Fluff • 792 words What better way to end a Christmas date than with a surprise kiss under the mistletoe?

► MISUNDERSTANDING General • Fluff • 136 words Zen misunderstands your reaction when you watch him kiss a co-worker on screen.

► MODEL AND ACTOR General • Fluff • 664 words You're a fashion model and have to do a shoot with Zen.

► MOVING ON Teen • Angst • 901 words Zen has to let you go, but he doesn’t want to. NOTE: Written from Zen's POV.

► MUSE Teen • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 1,297 words You’re at a complete writer’s block, so Zen does some improv to help you out.

► NAPS General • Fluff • 107 words Zen admires you while you're napping.

► NEVERENDING Teen • Angst • 1,337 words There is a beginning and perhaps an end?

► NUMBERS ON A SCALE Teen • Hurt/Comfort • 1,519 words You feel that you’re too fat. Zen disagrees but is willing to help.

► ONCE AND AGAIN General • Angst • 1,213 words Zen doesn't know why it feels wrong to him that you're with another man.

► ONE AND ONLY Explicit • Smut/Fluff • 2,637 words Zen wanted to chase away all your sorrowful thoughts.

► PHONE CALL Explicit • Smut/Fluff • 855 words Zen misses you, your voice, and your body. NOTE: This is a dialogue-only fic.

► PICTURE PERFECT Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 2,833 words Zen offers you his body to use for reference for your more explicit drawings.

► PICKING FAVOURITES Teen • Fluff • 1,128 words Your favourite animated show is getting a live action musical, and guess who’s playing your favourite character! …Not Zen, unfortunately.

► POSE FOR ME General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life/Humour • 1,059 words As a freelance artist, why look for references online when your perfectly sculpted boyfriend is more than willing to pose for you?

► PRESENCE General • Hurt/Comfort • 318 words You’re having a bad day, but Zen is there for you.

► PRINCESS General • Fluff • 717 words Just because you weren’t a princess doesn’t mean Zen can’t call you one. NOTE: Fantasy!AU: Zen the Knight

► PROTECT Teen • Fluff • 133 words You defend Zen when someone decides to insult him.

► READ BETWEEN THE LINES Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 4,233 words Zen accidentally finds and reads one of your explicit stories.

► REGRETS General • Angst • 949 words Be careful what you wish for.

► SAFE AND SOUND General • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 915 words You happen to come across somebody you once knew and feared, but Zen is quick to go to your side and protect you from them.

► SCANDALOUSLY MINE Teen • Romance • 1,255 words You sneak backstage to spend a passionate moment with Zen.

► SERVICE WITH A SMILE General • Fluff • 1,034 words Zen becomes a regular customer at the maid café you work at.

► SHARING A BED Teen • Fluff • 265 words You share the bed with Zen for the first time.

► SHARING IS CARING General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 949 words It’s absolutely freezing in Zen’s apartment, so the actor decides to share his body warmth with you.

► SHH, NOT SO LOUD Explicit • Smut/Fluff • 1,921 words Zen challenges himself to find release without waking you up while you sleep beside him.

► SHOWER SHENANIGANS Teen • Humour/Slice of Life • 139 words You sneak into the shower while Zen is inside.

► SHOWER SHENANIGANS (2) Mature • Fluff/Humour • 535 words You surprise Zen while he’s in the shower.

► SLEEP AND STAY General • Hurt/Comfort • 418 words You’re tired and can’t sleep.

► SLEEP TIGHT General • Fluff • 577 words You don’t like going to bed angry.

► SLEEP WITH ME? General • Fluff • 1,397 words You can’t sleep without your stuffed animal. NOTE: Takes place on the night of Day 10 in Zen's route.

► SLEEPY CUDDLES Teen • Fluff • 205 words Zen cuddles with you in bed.

► SMALL THINGS Teen • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 658 words It’s the small things that make your relationship with Zen all the more wholesome.

► SMILE, GORGEOUS General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 1,168 words You’re self-conscious about your smile, but Zen thinks it’s beautiful.

► SNEAKY NIGHTS Teen • Romance • 165 words You are someone of noble birth and Zen is nothing more than a lowly knight. NOTE: Fantasy!AU: Knight!Zen

► SPECIAL BIRTHDAY Teen • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 1,397 words It’s Zen’s birthday, and it truly is a day to celebrate.

► STARSTRUCK General • Fluff • 379 words Zen meets you for the first time.

► START General • Fluff • 896 words You and Zen are co-actors.

► STAY WITH ME (PART 1) / ► (PART 2) Teen • Angst/Fluff • 1,490 words Zen is a ghoul and has fallen in love with you, a human. Everything is all fine and well, but then you discover Zen’s secret.

► STRENGTH General • Hurt/Comfort • 164 words Zen offers you some small comfort.

► SUBWAY REFLECTION General • Fluff • 192 words You meet Zen on the subway.

► SURPRISES Explicit • Smut • 3,647 words You have a surprise for Zen’s birthday.

► STEAMY KISS Teen • Romance • 162 words You share a steamy kiss with Zen.

► STAY General • Hurt/Comfort/Slice-of-Life/Fluff • 1,137 words It’s too much of a struggle to get out of bed, so Zen joins you instead.

► SUNSHOWER General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 780 words It looks like Zen is sick, so you decide to help him.

► SWEET General • Fluff/Slice-of-life • 1,302 words Zen decides to surprise you with a gift.

► SWEET AND FLUFFY General • Slice-of-Life/Fluff • 1,694 words Zen bakes a cake with his daughter for your birthday.

► SWEET TREAT Explicit • Smut • 2,311 words A simple gift of chocolate turns to something more. NOTE: Takes place after Zen’s Valentine’s After End.

► TAKING ONE FOR THE TEAM General • Slice-of-life/Humour • 1,599 words In the end, Zen had to give up his underwear for auction.

► THANK YOU FOR BEING BORN Teen • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 6,564 words It’s your birthday, and Zen went all out to celebrate it with you.

► THIGH-HIGH TEASING Explicit • Smut/Fluff • 2,300 words You tease Zen with your thigh-highs and things sort of escalate.

► TIME WELL SPENT Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 2,821 words Since you can’t sleep, you might as well have some fun with Zen.

► TIPS General • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 1,080 words You can’t fall asleep for some reason, and it worries Zen.

► TONGUE Teen • Humour • 46 words You catch Zen by surprise with a kiss and play with his tongue.

► TOUCH General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 445 words Just a simple moment of lying in bed together.

► TRANSENDENCE Explicit • Smut/Angst(?) • 649 words Zen wants to try something with you to lessen the distance. NOTE: This is a dialogue-only fic.

► UNDER THE SHEETS Explicit • Smut/Fluff • 1,726 words You and Zen have some bedroom fun underneath the covers.

► UNDERSTANDING Teen • Fluff • 1,320 words You take a stroll along the shore where you meet somebody new. NOTE: Fantasy!AU: Merman!Zen

► UNTIL NEXT TIME Explicit • Angst/Smut • 2,955 words Another night of pain and heartache from your abusive boyfriend brings you over to Zen’s apartment once more.

► VIGILANTE Teen • Drama • 99 words You work as a knight under the Queen Rika NOTE: Fantasy!AU: Vigilante!Zen

► WAITING General • Angst/Hurt/Comfort • 1,236 words After waiting for so long, you decided it was time to move on. But then you meet Zen again at a party…

► VOID Teen • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff • 1,142 words You’ve been receiving spiteful messages online, and Zen worries for you.

► WAKING UP SLEEPING BEAUTY Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 1,683 words You decide to pleasure Zen while he’s asleep.

► WELCOME BACK General • Fluff/Slice-of-Life • 585 words Home is where the heart is.

► WHAT TIME IS IT, MR. WOLF? Explicit • Fluff • Angst • 2,775 words A simple children’s game quickly escalates to an adult game.

► WITH YOU Explicit • Hurt/Comfort/Fluff/Smut • 2,858 words You've been feeling down and tell Zen that you'll be fine, but he isn't having any of that.

► WOLF Teen • Angst • 1,072 words You regret not taking Zen’s warning of how “all men are wolves” more seriously.

► YEAR END BANG Explicit • Fluff/Smut • 4,753 words You’re not in the mood to celebrate New Year’s Eve, so you and Zen end up welcoming the new year with a literal bang.

► YES, MISTRESS Explicit • Smut/Fluff • 3,628 words You and Zen play out a Mistress/Slave scene in the bedroom.

► YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL Explicit • Hurt/Comfort/Smut • 2,040 words Zen thinks he’s ugly, and you try to show him that’s not true.

► YOU KNOW I DO Teen • Action/Drama • 335 words You and Zen have been taken hostage.

► YOUR TASTE, MY MOUTHL Explicit • Smut • 1,227 words You tie Zen to a stripper pole you installed in your house and give him a blow job.

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