#i think i have aelin’s voice down🥺🥺

[veenxys]

aelin pls i'm in my soft bakugo feels pls do number 37 for touch for bakugo 🥺 👉👈

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you were so, so tired. and unfortunately, you couldn't hide it anymore.

you wipe your eyes as you try to get your brain back to class, to whatever topic the teacher is explaining in a monotone way as if he doesn't even want to be here.

you yawn again.

"god, you'e going to faint from sleep" bakugou, your classmate said beside you.

"sorry sir, i had a bad night's sleep. can you keep quiet for a sec-"

you were cut by bakugou pulling your chair closer to him, then grabbing your arm and pulling you against him until your head touches his chest, as well as your hands.

"bakugou-" before you could say anything else, sleep invades you again. his warm chest rising and falling in a calm, relaxing rhythm, quite the opposite of his heart beating hard and fast like a hummingbird's wings.

"your lucky day. i'm not that good, so get some rest" he said quietly, his voice ringing inside you. reason and emotion were fighting inside you at that moment; you shouldn't be thinking about his strong smell or how warm his body is. you shouldn't be here. but you were, and you were enjoying it.

he puts his arms around you and you inhale his scent again, and it was at that moment that your eyes started to feel heavy. you stopped fighting, slowly losing control, and then gave yourself completely to him. he leaves a kiss so soft and tender on the top of your head that you barely notice it, because at that moment you fall asleep in katsuki bakugo's arms.

and he smiles slightly when he looks down and sees you so calm and safe in his arms. he makes light caresses on your arm while protecting you from the world. he doesn't want you to wake up because he doesn't want to let you go.

and you don't know how much time passed, maybe it was minutes but it lasted an eternity for you - and maybe for him. and you just wake up to the sound of the door and some people talking; you frown and slowly open your eyes, you look up and see bakugou answering someone on the cell phone with his free hand, he quickly notices that you weren't sleeping and turns his face to you, very close to you.

too close.. which makes you have a little fright and back off a little.

“i don’t get any ‘thanks bakugou for letting me sleep and using you as a pillow’?”

"...pillow?" you ask in a voice a little weary, but with your heart fluttering in a way you couldn't explain.

“you slept,” he says, sighing and getting up.

he doesn't look at you when he leaves the class, which makes you even more confused. and, when your other classmates notice you've woken up, they start talking a little louder, like they're trying not to wake you up while you're sleeping. but you knew there was something wrong with that; a vague memory - which you're not sure was really a memory or a dream - of bakugou cursing his classmates while telling them to shut up because you're sleeping. was this real? did bakugou really do this for you?

you don't know what really happened, but either way, you can't stop smiling.

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[thewayshedreamed]

Maybe ’’you look exhausted, come here’’ for Lysaedion 🥺

Congratulations on 800 followers! ☺️

Hi, anon!

I know it's been forever since this prompt was sent, but I've finally managed to finish this sweet Lysaedion one-shot!

I'd like to give a shout-out to @sayosdreams since 1)Lysaedion is life and 2) it's her birthday! Happiest birthday, Bby! I hope you enjoy! 💕

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Aedion had a long day.

Training made his job twice as hard since he remained responsible for the task at hand while trying to teach it to someone else. That meant mistakes were inevitable to a certain degree, which meant damage control fell in Aedion’s lap, too. The silver lining was that he’d had worst trainees before, so at least he wasn’t being stretched beyond his usual capacity.

His apartment was blissfully quiet when he got home. Aelin had sent him a short text about her evening plans, and although he adored his cousin beyond reason, he wouldn’t complain about the time to relax however he wanted.

Dinner was easy; leftover take-out that took only a minute to reheat. He inhaled it just as fast with the goal of getting into the world’s hottest shower as soon as possible. He mindlessly went through the steps in his routine and brushed his wet hair back, then padded into his room for a tee and a pair of sweatpants.

His body fell heavily onto the couch. With a sigh, he grabbed the remote and found a movie that he’d seen a million times to serve as suitable background noise for scrolling through his phone. He lay there, content for the first time all day with his phone propped against his chest and an arm curled behind his head. It was enough to make his eyes heavy, and he’d just allowed them to flutter closed when he heard a sharp knock.

He sat up, mildly disoriented in his drowsiness. The TV continued to play the low sounds of the movie, effectively ruling out the possibility that the loud sound originated there. Rubbing a hand down his face, he tossed his legs over the side of the couch and gathered the fragile remnants of his social battery. The knock sounded again, more insistent.

“Coming,” he grumbled, although he wasn’t sure it was loud enough for his visitor to hear it.

If his cousin forgot her key once again and interrupted his nap, he’d throttle her. It wouldn’t be the first, second, or fiftieth time. Although, she wasn’t exactly the cause of his grumpiness, so it wasn’t entirely fair to make her pay for the lot of it. The fight had already left him by the time he turned the knob and pulled the door toward his body.

It wasn’t Aelin’s golden hair or their identical eyes that stared back. Lysandra stood in front of him, looking like she may have had a similar day to his own. The possibility that she was there to see him were as close to zero as one could get, so he leaned his shoulder against the door and waited.

"Where's Aelin?" Her voice was low, almost defeated. As much as he already knew she would be there for his cousin, he couldn’t help a pang of disappointment. That was new.

"She's out. I think she's with Rowan."

Lysandra's shoulders slumped. Wordlessly, she walked past him and padded over to the couch and flopped onto the center cushion. The two of them were friends, but that was largely in part to their shared proximity to his cousin. He wouldn't pretend he didn't flirt with Lys from time to time, but they didn't exactly hang out together intentionally. Or alone.

Aedion eased the door shut and settled back into the corner of the couch, pulling a cushion into his lap for something to do with his hands. Lysandra was quiet, but she looked content in a way he hadn’t expected in Aelin’s absence. Whatever she was working through kept that rounded shape to her shoulders, and he couldn’t help but want to take it away.

"Everything alright?"

With a disgruntled groan, Lysandra folded to lay her head on the pillow across his lap. "No. Today was a fucking nightmare."

Aedion tensed at the action, but he forced a breath and relaxed. Lysandra was hardly a stranger, and they’d been around each other for years. Nothing was wrong with the casual affection, and Lys clearly needed the contact.

“You look exhausted.”

A beat of silence passed, and when he looked toward his lap, he found Lysandra’s eyes fixed on him with an unimpressed glare. His laugh was involuntary, but before he could mutter a series of apologies, her mouth twitched at the corners.

“You always know what to say,” she said, deadpan.

“Finally, you’ve come around to my charm.”

Lysandra, the headstrong woman she was, turned onto her side to give him the cold shoulder. Aedion knew she was likely teasing, but the idea that Lysandra could be angry with him gutted him more than he wanted to admit.

“Lys,” he murmured, grabbing her shoulder. “Come here.”

She resisted his soft tug long enough to make her point. With a defeated sigh, she fell roughly onto her back again to fix her bright emerald eyes on his face, and something clenched in his gut at the defeat he noticed.

“I’m no Aelin, but you can talk to me.”

A small smile worked at the corner of her full, inviting mouth. “You may be more likely to coddle me, anyway,” she joked. “I could use a little coddling.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Lysandra loosed a heavy breath. “It was a stressful day at work. I’ve been working my ass off for weeks on a proposal, only to hear my boss presenting the entire thing to administration with zero credit given to me. I’ve wanted to move up forever, and opportunities are rare enough. Never mind the fact that no one making those decisions would know my name from someone who has just applied considering how my boss hoards the credit.”

Aedion looked aimlessly into the space in front of him, considering.

“How would your boss respond if you brought it to their attention?”

She was quiet for a moment, then rolled to face Aedion’s abdomen, her legs curled up tight between her body and the couch cushion. He didn’t breathe for fear of startling her, but she seemed to settle in fine enough. He’d be lying if he said his chest didn’t swell at her seeking comfort in his lap.

“I don’t think it’s a matter of their ignorance. I think they know exactly what they’re doing, so I can’t imagine that would go well.”

“I’m sorry.” Where was the excess of information he usually felt he knew anytime he had an opinion on Aelin’s life? As insufferable as she found him— and overbearing, according to his cousin— one would swear he’d never given a stitch of advice in his life. His words were lost.

“Not your fault.” She waved a hand in dismissal. “I’m sorry for dumping all this on you. I’ll shut up so you can watch your movie.”

Aedion huffed a laugh. “Don’t apologize. I’m here anytime.”

Lysandra scooted a fraction closer, her nose a hair’s breadth away from the white cotton of his shirt. It was tempting to loop his arm beneath her neck and her legs to pull her fully into his lap. That way, he could dote on her properly.

That would probably be pushing it when she hadn’t shown up for him in the first place.

He was so busy mentally rolling his eyes at himself and trying to ignore the warmth of her exhales across his stomach that he almost didn’t notice how her hand slid to hem of his shirt. It was a mindless gesture, he realized, when her eyes didn’t open at all. She wrapped the fabric loosely around her fingers, her breaths evening out seconds later.

Aedion took a moment to take her in, the elegant lines of her face and the way she clung to him as if he could save her from the woes of her day. Hadn’t that been what he wished he could do upon her arrival? Didn’t it mean something that she’d curled into him and found enough comfort to sleep?

His chest tightened. Wisps of her dark hair danced around her face, either from the ceiling fan or her steady breathing. Aedion didn’t deny himself the itch of taming them away from her face. He couldn’t let something as trivial as hair wake her up.

When his fingers made contact at her temple, he held his breath. He worried that he would wake her despite his goal of the opposite, but Lysandra let out a long breath and nuzzled into his shirt. A smile tugged at his lips.

The movie continued to play in the background, so he rested his temple atop his fist and fixed his attention on the screen. He had no way of knowing how long Lys would snooze, but he was content to allow her as much rest as she needed. Her hair was properly settled, and without a second thought, he rested his other hand against her petite waist. She sighed at his warmth or the weight of the contact, and Aedion’s chest finally relaxed.

Things were certainly looking up.

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