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thepaperpanda · 3 years

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Bringing the Christmas Spirit Back || Heartman x Reader

Summary: When the Christmas spirit is long gone for humanity, Heartman tries to restore it.

Warnings: none

Words: 2711

Authors: Cass & Bear

Yawning loudly you walked out to the main room of Heartman's lab.

You didn't expect anything to be different because why would it be?

To your own surprise there was a big christmas tree in the middle of the room, it was made of plastic. "Uhm... What is that?," You asked, walking closer to inspect the colorful baubles and other decorations.

“Well, now that you're awake, I have to tell you that we ran out of earl gray,” Heartman stepped into the room, almost jumping off four little stairs. “Hi, gorgeous,” he placed a brief kiss on your cheek and stood right next to the christma tree. “I’ve printed it with a 3D printer, what do you think?,” He asked, being obviously proud of himself. “I thought that we could have restored some of the old traditions. That we could have brought some of the Christmas spirit, to gain some kind of mood improvement.”

"I forgot you don't sleep with me in bed. You have a lot of time to do these things," you said with a smile and rubbed your eyes, trying your best to wipe the sleep off them. "It's a good idea but I don't think it will ever be the same, and about the tea, I will check later what else we need, and then I will do a bigger order."

“Sam won’t be happy,” Heartman let out a proper laugh. “It’s going to be our… Fourteenth order over the past two weeks,” He took his glasses off to wipe them using a kerchief he held in his back pocket.

"The fifteenth order, sweetie. I checked the records last evening before the bed. I have no idea what you ordered behind my back but I know you did," you sighed, tapping his shoulder. "Let's hope they will send some other poor soul and not our Sam."

“Well, actually, I wouldn’t mind them sending Sam, I have a few questions for him,” Heartman put his glasses back on. “Now, you look much better than the second before when your figure was blurry,” he sent you a grin and in the same moment his AED beeped a few times. “Ah, shit. We’ll continue our deep conversation in 3 minutes, okay? Meantime, be a good girl and make me a strong coffee, and don’t forget I like it bitter.”

You giggled and nodded. "Okay, I will also make some breakfast while in the kitchen."

After kissing his cheek you went to the bedroom to quickly grab your glasses before heading to the kitchen. Then you started preparing the hot drinks.

After exactly 3 minutes, Heartman’s AED brought him back to life with a strong, electric impulse. It took him a few seconds to gain his thoughts. “I hate this,” he muttered to himself and before he got up from the cot, he had written some things in his online journal, using his fingers to do so.

At that point you were putting plates with breakfast onto the table. Toasts for both of you, coffee for him, and green tea for you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you started looking through all the cabinets and shelves. "I think I have everything," you muttered to yourself.

Heartman walked into the little dining room shortly after, he instantly took his seat. “Thanks,” he sent you a smile and started eating. “What are you looking for? Tell me, and I’ll tell you where you’ll be able to find it.”

"No, no. It's okay, I already know what I need," you informed him and quickly took your seat right in front of him. "You really want to bring back a bit of the Christmas spirit to these dark days, huh?"

"Yes, whenever possible," he replied and took a bite of his toast. He chewed and sipped on his coffee. "Yeah, that's what I needed."

"Glad you liked it," you smiled at him, taking a sip of your tea.

After break Heartman returned to his work. Meantime, you checked and listed all the stuff you needed before placing an order with a little message for Sam.

After making sure your beloved man was busy with work, you quickly returned to the kitchen, locking the door. "Let's see if I still remember how to do this."

Maybe it was a silly idea but since Heartman wanted to bring back Christmas, it was worth a shot.

An hour and a half had passed and you finally left the kitchen. Of course he didn't notice you weren't around for the longer moment.

"Sweetie. I have something for you!"

There was no response from Heartman.

He was dead, again.

The chiral matter in his hourglass almost filled the bottom part which meant he was about to get back within the blink of an eye.

Sighing, you took a seat on the leather couch, waiting for him to return.

Another electric impulse made its way through Heartman's body, and the man jerked in his place regaining consciousness. "Y/N, did you say something?"

You nodded. "I called you but I was a bit too late to catch you. Glad to see you back, come here. I have a Christmas gift for you."

"A Christmas gift? For me?," He blinked and didn't even try to hide his consternation as he got up. "I didn't expect anything like this but I won't lie, I can't wait to see what you got for me!"

You laughed. "Be a good man and open your mouth, eyes closed," you hummed with a smile. It was a little revenge for some test you had to do for him in the past.

At first he blinked hearing your command. Then, he laughed loudly. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but as much as I love you, I don't hold an ounce of confidence in your actions," he joked, referring to that one particular time when you asked him to obey your words only to prank him.

You rolled your eyes. "Trust me this one time. You won't regret it, I swear on the bond between us," you said, placing your hand over your heart.

"I'm Heartman and my heart is already skipping a beat out of fear of what you've planned," he smirked but closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly. "I just want to warn you that if you'll try to feed me with chiral matter cookies, you'll regret the day you were born."

You sighed and put a regular chocolate chip cookie between his lips. "Here. I hope I didn't burn them... And that they are good. I can't remember when I baked these for the last time."

He chewed and then issued an opinion. "I like the flavour, the cookie was not too sweet yet not too bitter, too. You've added a perfectly measured amount of cocoa, the cookie had a tempting smell, too," Heartman stated. "I only lack some tiny ounce of ginger and honey but I know that it's extremely hard to get those."

You looked at him, listening to his every word. It wasn't exactly the opinion you expected. "But... Do you like it? Before this all happened I used to make them for Christmas."

"Do I like it? I love it, Y/N," Heartman replied. "If not for the fact I'm on a forever diet to stay in shape, I'd eat a tone of these!"

"Oh, in such a case the whole jar of cookies wasn't a great idea," you giggled, rubbing your hand awkwardly. "Sorry."

He sent you a smile. "I knew you'll surprise me, honey. But before I'll die again today, let me take you somewhere. While you'd been sleeping, I prepared something small," he claimed and got up from the cot, offering you his shoulder.

You blinked confused but nodded, taking his arm. "Shall I be worried?"

Heartman didn't reply but took you out of his laboratory. "Put your coat on," he advised. “By my side you don’t have to be worried.”

You nodded and put on your coat just like he advised you. Just to be safe you also slipped on your warm boots. "Okay. I am ready... I think."

He put his long, black coat on as well and led you outside of his facility.

Heartman stopped with you on the threshold of his outpost, being still under awning. "There," he pointed on the left. "Do you see him?"

You rubbed your eyes, trying to get used to the brightness of the snow. Frowning you looked in the direction he pointed. "Is it…? Wait! Is it a snowman?"

"Yes, it is. I called it the Death Stranding Snowman. He looks like a regular one but, if you'll take a closer look, you can see he had the Odradek and backpack, just like porters do."

You giggled and nodded. "I can see that and I love it. I bet that Sam will love it as soon as he sees it. I am glad we live in a place like this actually, the Death Stranding Snowman will be with us longer due to low temperature."

"Correct. And, also," he pointed his index finger up, right above your heads.

A plastic mistletoe hung on a tiny string attached to awning. "Maybe we can just have a little sneaky kiss under this mistletoe? It’s a tradition, isn’t it though?"

You looked up at the mistletoe and laughed shortly. "Oh, you really got prepared while I was sleeping, huh?," You asked with a cocky smile.

"Less talking, more doing," he muffled your voice with his lips crushing on yours.

You hummed and kissed him back, placing your hands against his chest.

After a moment you pulled away to catch your breath.

"Mmmm, that was something, Y/N," Heartman let out a hum of appreciation as his left palm was placed to your cheek where he gently brushed his thumb over your skin. "Ah! Just look at that! Sam's faster than I expected!"

In the distance you could spot a little cloud of snow rising into the air. Sam Porter Bridges was riding his bike right to your outpost.

You blinked and looked at the cloud of snow, giggling. "Oh, yes, he is, I still wonder how he is riding this thing through all the snow," you tapped Heartman's chest. "I will go pack him some cookies for the road and you get inside before you run out of time."

Heartman decided to wait for Sam to approach.

When the other man got off his motorcycle and took all the packages, Heartman waved at him, still standing at the threshold of his outpost. "Sam Bridges! It's good to see you!"

Sam didn't reply, only nodded his head while climbing up the stairs. By his way he turned head aside and stopped, looking at the snowman. “Seriously?,” He questioned loudly enough for Heartman to hear. “Whose idea it was?”

Soon you joined both men. "Hello Sam, it's good to see you," you said with a smile and looked at Heartman, frowning. "I think I told you to get inside, huh?"

"Easy, Y/N, I put this little thing on mute," he patted his AED a few times. “Idea for the snowman was totally mine. I’m thinking about getting similar sculptures to other Bridges locations, not necessarily made of snow but rather printed in Chiral Printers. We should consider bringing Christmas spirit all over America.”

Sam scoffed Heartman’s words. “It’s not feasible as not all cities are in the network.” Sam was glaring at him, then he moved his glance to you. "Another order, huh? Are you opening a canteen or something? How is it possible for two people to use all of the supplies in a week?"

"You kidding me right? I am not going to drag you back inside," uou muttered, completely annoyed with Heartman’s weird habit of muting the AED, so you simply unmuted the device.

"And it stays like this, sweetie," you said and turned your attention back to Sam. "Trust me, Sam, I have no idea what he is doing when I am asleep but our supplies melts like snow in the sun. I am so sorry for the trouble."

With cocked brows Sam observed you and your little outburst of anger towards Heartman. "Yeah," he summed the situation up. Next moment he simply gestured at you and Heartman to slide aside. "I need to deliver these," he pointed at packages on his back.

"Oh! Yes, right! Go to the terminal and then bring stuff inside," you instructed him and looked at Heartman. "We will be there."

Heartman got back inside and took his coat as soon as he crossed the threshold of his laboratory.

Soon, Sam joined you. He cringed at the very beginning after stepping in, when he spotted stuffed BTs with Christmas hats on. "The fuck...," He grunted to himself.

"Heartman wants to bring back the Christmas spirit. In some way at least," you said looking at Sam from the couch and pointed at the big christmas tree. "BT in christmas hats aren't the only decorations here."

Sam stopped at the top of four little stairs. "Yeah. I thought that you're not this type of guy because just like you claimed, you’re being dead inside," he summed up and got downstairs, putting the packages aside.

"Well, you can see how much one person can change," you summed up getting up from the couch to walk up to Sam. "Here, since it's Christmas time. I have a little gift for you, I hope you will like it," you smiled at him, giving him a little bag of cookies.

At first he hesitated to accept the little bag with cookies but soon he took it. "Thank you, Y/N."

Heartman was laying on his cot. "Was nice to see you again, Sam. Thank you for bringing us all of the necessary things so quickly. You're simply the best porter."

Sam nodded and grunted something under his breath only to turn around and got up the little stairs. "If only all BTs would be that cute," he pointed at two stuffed creatures.

You giggled and nodded. "If all BTs were like these ones, the world wouldn't be that scary. Thank you so much for coming, Sam. Have a good trip."

Several minutes passed since the moment Sam left you. Heartman was getting ready for another cardiac arrest when his intercom bipped, so the man frowned a little. “Do we expect any guests, Y’N?”

You looked at him with a frown and shook your head.

Of course you didn't expect any guests, it's not like the good, old times when people could just visit friends randomly. It was a bit more complicated these days. "No, I do not and even if I did, I would inform you. Did you invite anyone?"

He shook his head for no and got up. Heartman left his lab and went to the glazed entrance where the terminal was located. “Y’N, it’s Sam, come over here!”

You even didn't bother to pull on the coat and joined Heartman, wearing your regular clothes.

"Sam? Is everything okay?"

"Yes!," Sam yelled from the distance. "I improved your snowman, Heartman!"

Heartman looked at you, frowning. "What is he talking about?," He asked and opened the main door to step slightly outside. The timefall stopped so Heartman simply got out of the building. "Y/N, you need to see this!"

You were completely confused about what was going on. You followed Heartman to look at the improved snowman.

The snowman had now one hand made of some plastic garbage Heartman found in his laboratory when the other one was made of snow, with middle finger up in the air. Next to the snowman there was a line of text scrawled in the snow. Fuck Higgs and his terrorists!, the inscription stated. Heartman lifted his hand up and gave a thumb up to Sam. “100 likes for this piece of art, Sam!”

You gave Sam a thumb down. "And minus 50 likes from me. I preferred the previous snowman," you said but giggled.

“You have no idea about modern art, Y/N!,” Sam yelled back and got onto his vehicle to roll down the hill.

“What? I like this anti-Monaghan version,” Heartman shrugged and wrapped arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get back inside. There are some handmade cookies left.”

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liviusofpella · 3 years

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the aftermath

pairing: Tyril x human!f!MC (Selene)

word count: 3224

warnings: mentions of corruption; written under the premise that MC gets injured by Zathra’s whip and then decides to stay in Undermount with Tyril.

a/n: this was supposed to be 1k words long fic describing Adrina’s birthday ball but i guess i have serious inclinations for bitter-sweet angst so here we go.

tags: i don’t really have a tag list so if you’re interested then let me know :) and in the meantime i decided to tag a few people who i thought might be interested (but if you’re not then also let me know :D) @lxdy-starfury @tyrils-star @keviriass @masquerade-reimagined @brycesgirl @jaxsmutsuo

“We don’t have to go,” Selene proposed, her hand caressing his bare back.

“Yes, we do,” Tyril smiled as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. Selene slowly sat up next to him and kissed his shoulder. Altogether they slept three hours that night and were exhausted after all night of passionate lovemaking but Tyril’s sense of duty was too strong to skip any ball, let alone his little sister’s 25th birthday.

“I know but I wanted to cheer you up.”

The elf chuckled and intertwined his fingers with hers. A yawn escaped his mouth, making Selene laugh.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you so tired. But I have no regrets,” she pecked his lips and got up. “What a mess.”

Tyril looked over their clothes lying all over the chamber’s floor and snickered. “If my memory serves me right you were the impatient one last night so it is your fault.”

“Well, you can’t blame me! You were gone for two weeks!”

“I asked whether you wanted to go with me.”

“I had things to do, Tyril.” The elf shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips.

Tyril watched her put on her underwear then comb and braid her long hair. She then returned to her place next to him on the bed, and Tyril reached over to the night stand in order to grab a jar of salve. Having taken a little on his finger, he delicately applied it on the wound on her thigh. It’s been almost two months since their fight with the Shadow Court and since Countess Zathra had cut her flesh with the whip, and the wound still wouldn’t heal.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, seeing her wincing in pain but not daring to make any sound.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault,” Selene rested her hand on the side of his bare stomach and brushed the skin with her thumb. “It’s a small price for being rid of them. It will heal eventually.”

Waiting for her skin to absorb the salve, Tyril examined the wound thoroughly, his jaw clenched, anger clearly visible on his face, but his fingers were featherlight around the cut.

“How do you feel?” He asked a few minutes later, breaking the grave silence of the room. Selene expected his voice to be dominated by anger and disappointment, but instead heard a delicate timbre heavy with concern and fear.

“My whole body hurts, I’m tired, and so, so angry,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “I didn’t want to worry you but I’m terrified, Tyril.”

Once the salve was absorbed, Tyril carefully put a piece of muslin on the wound and wrapped her thigh with a bandage. The elf looked up at her face, covered with wet streaks but this time didn’t raise his hand to wipe them off. He also was terrified because he knew exactly what was happening.

“I will inform Nia at once, and ask her to visit as soon as possible. I will try to find some information in the library. In the evening we can try to cleanse the wound one more time.”

“Thank you,” Selene whispered and gently squeezed his hand. “Now get up. Duty calls, Lord Starfury.”

She winked at him, smiling playfully, and threw his clothes at him. Tyril smiled and quickly got dressed, the tension in his shoulder muscles gone for a second. “You’re limping,” he noticed but Selene just waved her hand dismissively. “You were not when I left two weeks ago. What did you do?” She was about to protest, but he cut her off with the deadpan expression on his face. This time he was mad as it was clear she hasn’t been resting like she promised him and their friends. She didn’t take this seriously.

“I might have persuaded Mal to train with me.”

“Are you serious?” Tyril rebuked, his eyes shooting daggers. He was expecting something stupid but this answer was beyond his wildest expectations. “Were you going to tell me about this?” The elf added although he already knew the answer.

“Kade already chewed my ass about that, you don’t have to do it.”

Tyril spluttered and turned around to take a few calming breaths. Selene watched his back intently, biting her lower lip and praying in her mind that he would just let it go.

She was about to address Tyril when a loud knock reverberated in the room and Mal’s voice asking for permission to enter followed. Selene panicked because she knew Tyril was going to chew him out for her condition. Her mind went rigid trying to come up with an excuse, but she was too slow.

“Tyril, no-”

“Exactly whom I wanted to see,” Tyril opened the door, letting Mal in. The adventurer quickly looked around the room and its two inhabitants, and instantly could feel something heavy in the pit of his stomach. Trouble.

“It’s not his fault, Tyril! He didn’t even do anything,” Selene stood up protectively in front of Mal. “My hand failed me before we even got to the place and my dagger fell to the ground. I wanted to pick it up but I put too much weight on my leg and the wound ripped!”

But he wouldn’t listen to her any more. His blue eyes were shooting daggers at Mal whose face expressed nothing but remorse and guilt. Mal blamed himself ever since the accident although deep down he knew the truth was that it was Selene’s stubbornness that caused this situation.

“I asked you only one thing, Volari, and you still failed. Do you even realize how much you imperilled her life or do you think it was nothing, just like her? Do you remember that it is something more than just a regular wound? That we still face the dangers of the Shadow or do you just not care?”

The elf’s harsh voice reverberated in the chamber, drawing the attention of Imtura who just happened to be passing by and felt invited by the terrified look on Selene’s face. Tyril’s jaw was clenched, hands curled into fists, and a vivid glow of his magic was swirling around them.

Mal knew that he was not blameless in this situation, and seeing how in his anger Tyril treated Selene, he felt like he had to take him down a notch.

“You can be mad at me all you want, elf boy, but it won’t change the fact that you weren’t here and you don’t know what we all went through,” Mal retorted with a raised eyebrow. “You’re so prim and proper, always do what’s right, and truly you are nothing less than ideal,” he continued, smiling mockingly at the confusion colouring Tyril’s face. “Yet you still can’t make her confess to you what’s really bothering her.”

“I’m going to kill both of you,” Selene mumbled and limped away from them in order to take her cloak from the chair and wrap herself in it. “And I am going to enjoy it.”

Imtura snorted and slumped against the door frame with her arms crossed on her chest. “This one’s gon’ be real interesting.”

“What are you talking about?” Tyril asked cautiously, his eyes fixed on Mal who smirked sarcastically.

“Despite all your effort, she doesn’t want to be here, elf boy.” Tyril’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at Mal’s words but his face would not give it away. “And before you ask how I know that, I will tell you. It’s simple, really. Selene trusts me enough to tell me such things. And that's a lot more than I can say about you.”

Mal knew that what he'd just said was a bit of a stretch and that Selene probably hated him right now but he would have said that over and over again just to see the confusion and consternation on Tyril’s face.

The two men continued to bicker and ignore Selene who was just a bundle of nerves for a few more minutes until Mal’s hand was stopped mid-air by Selene with magic when he tried to punch the elf and Imtura yelled at them. “If you’re quite done I believe we have a problem.”

With Imtura’s help, Selene sat down on the near chaise longue and unfastened her cloak to see the bandage soaked in blood as well as her whole leg covered in the red streaks. Not being able to control the shaking of her hands any more she unfastened the bandage quickly and threw it next to the small pool of blood that was left where she had been standing.

“I’ll fetch water,” said Mal and seconds later was out of the room. Tyril ordered Imtura to find his sister and ask her to call the medic, and he began to clear the wound, not daring to say a word to her. However, he would take a peek at her face to see her reaction, and he definitely didn’t like the present one. She was pale as a ghost, her lips quivering and this. Black veins on her neck, sprawling so quickly he could see it with a bare eye. Once the wound was cleansed of the blood, he noticed the same thing there.

“How bad is it?” Adrina rushed into the room and stood next to her brother. “Oh no.”

“We can’t cleanse it with magic, she’s too weak,” he said, still trying to stop the bleeding but the second he noticed Selene slowly losing consciousness he left the gauzes and sat closer to her, taking her face into his warm but slightly trembling hands. He tried to keep her awake, but she was too weak. Tyril figured she must have been sensible of the corruption and tried to fight this on her own.

Mal and Imtura arrived seconds later, visibly distressed, with a medic by their side. Tyril and Adrina greeted the old friend with a nod and stepped away from the chaise longue, giving the old man space, but he only shook his head.

“Leave us for a while,” he ordered and the group obeyed. Except Tyril who was about to ask him for the permission to stay. “You too, Lord Tyril.”

For half an hour nobody dared to say a word. Mal was anxiously spinning a dagger in his hand, Imtura was looking out the window trying to focus on anything else, Adrina was sitting on a chair, toying with the lace on her dress and Tyril leaned against the wall facing the door to her chamber with arms crossed on his chest and a pensive look on his face. The silence was interrupted by Threep casually walking into the corridor, looking for his friends.

“Why the long faces? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for tonight’s ball?”

As a response Mal only shook his head and the nesper fluttered onto Adrina’s lap. She began to pet him and quietly explained what happened.

The next twenty minutes passed in the same grave silence until the door opened and the medic asked Tyril to come in.

“There was a tiny piece of the whip buried deep in the wound,” said Iston, the medic, while packing his belongings to a case. “I managed to retrieve it and properly cleanse the cut. It looks better already but there is still a long recovery awaiting her.”

Tyril nodded, listening intently to the medic and peeked at Selene for the first time. Her body was covered with two blankets, and her face looked already much healthier. He even noticed the tiniest trace of a blush on her cheeks.

“I will check on her tomorrow morning but should anything happen do not hesitate to inform me,” Iston warned the elf. “Now she’s resting. When she wakes up, check on the cut, cleanse it and rub down with the medications,” the old man ordered pointing on bottles of medication on a table. “No physical activities, no emotional distress. It is now your duty, Lord Tyril, to help her recover.”

The elf thanked Iston and walked him to the door where he was immediately attacked by the rest of the group. Tyril delicately and carefully took Selene’s frail body into his hands and moved her to the bed, where he covered her with a duvet and placed a featherlight kiss on her forehead. Then he took the bloodied towel that Iston used and threw it on the puddle of blood on the floor and after making sure everything was cleaned he quietly left the room.

A few hours later, Tyril decided to check on her. The elf quickly covered the distance between the ballroom, where he helped Adrina with some last-minute changes, and Selene’s room. The door was already open ajar, so he just pushed it forwards and entered the chamber. She was awake and already in the middle of examining the wound.

“Hi,” she muttered without even looking at him. “Imtura just left.”

Tyril scoped the bed with his eyes and nodded, seeing an empty tray with tableware for three and a sleeping Threep next to it. Selene rubbed a medication left by Iston onto the cut and then wiped her hands with the used bandage.

“Please, tell Adrina that I am sorry for distressing her today and for not being able to attend her ball.” She rested her leg on top of the duvet, letting the wound breathe. “Once I am able to walk freely, I will leave Undermount.”

“What?”

He didn’t expect that. Tyril braced himself for her anger, possibly some tears, but not for her leaving

“Mal’s right, we don’t talk. Or rather, I don’t talk to you,” she sighed and looked up at him for the first time. Her heart sank when she saw the sadness in his eyes. “Please, don’t think that I made this decision because of something you did. This time it’s all my fault.”

Tyril sat down on the edge of the bed and shyly took her hand. “You don’t have to leave, Selene. We will work on that, together.”

But she just shook her head.

“I knew that coming here would be hard, but I think I overestimated myself. I was too much in love to think straight, and it’s only now that I realize how foolish I was. Except for Mal, who’s just visiting, I’m the only human in Undermount. When you spend your whole days at meetings, I’m stuck here alone. Your father is my only companion,” she smiled weakly at him. “But he also has responsibilities. I tried to go out and make friends, help people, just try to be useful in any way but no one wants to talk to me, Tyril. They barely tolerate me when we are somewhere together but when I go out alone?” she laughed humourlessly and Tyril’s heart sank. “I’m invisible. I really tried to wait it out for you, hoping they would eventually change their mind, but it’s been a few months now, and it’s even worse. And I understand it, I’m an outsider in a very hermetic society. I’m not angry. Just tired and lonely.”

Tyril was a mess. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg her to stay, to apologize for everything that she went through in Undermount and for not realizing it sooner. He tried to come up with something, anything that would make her stay but “I don’t want you to leave,” was all that passed through his throat. Selene seemed unimpressed, but she practised this so many times that she managed to distance herself from her feelings. “Selene, love, I am begging you,” he continued, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “Please, don’t leave.”

“I will go back to Riverbend and spend some time with Kade and then... We will see. I am not saying we should end things between us, but I think we need a break,” she added and felt hot tears welling up in her eyes. “I need a break.”

“You two are making me very uncomfortable right now,” Threep murmured, stretching, and slowly left the room. They both chuckled sadly.

“I don’t like this idea but if that’s what you truly want then I’ll respect that,” Tyril stated a few minutes later.

“I love you,” Selene whispered, looking into his eyes. “And I am sorry for putting you in such a position.”

“I am sorry for what happened before. I am ashamed for letting my emotions slip from under my control.”

“Tyril, we’ve talked about this before, remember?” Selene brushed a strand of his long hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. “You don’t have to apologize for your emotions. You were scared and worried and your reaction was very normal,” she smiled at him. “At least in human terms. Although you could apologize to Mal.”

Tyril chuckled and kissing her forehead delicately whispered a tender thank-you. The pair spent another half an hour together during which Selene was convincing Tyril to attend his sister’s ball alone and Tyril made sure ten times that Selene was truly alright with this idea. As the warm sun began to descend from the sky, the elf was lying next to Selene who rested her head on his chest and played with his fingers, feeling more relaxed than she’s felt in the past few weeks.

“You could visit us in Riverbend, you know,” she mumbled, feeling the sleep slowly pulling her into its embrace. “It’s nothing in comparison with Undermount, but I would like to show you off to the people who raised me,” Tyril chuckled and a smile crept on her face. “And it would make Kade really happy.”

“What about you?”

“You can be expecting a welcoming party and a week of celebration.”

Tyril snorted and shook his head, drawing some figures on her back.

“I do love festivals celebrating me,” he joked, making Selene’s grin widen. “In all seriousness, there is nothing I would enjoy more.”

Selene looked up at him only to see him smiling down at her. She felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach just by looking at him, a feeling she hasn’t felt in a long time, and pulling herself up, she kissed him. Slowly and sweetly, brushing his jaw with her thumb.

“You should go,” she whispered, gently biting his lower lip. “Go and have some fun,” Selene added, physically feeling his reluctance to leave her. “When you come back, I will still be here waiting for you. I want you to remember that.”

“What do you mean? Of course I will remember that,” Tyril furrowed his brows in confusion.

“I don’t think you realize how many women here really want to offer you their hand in marriage,” Selene propped her head on her hand and shrugged her shoulders. “Almost every single noblewoman is envious of you and I can’t really blame them because you are a great catch,” Selene grinned and Tyril snorted, blushing heavily.

“I will be back by midnight,” he stated eventually, smiling slightly.

The elf was about to close the door behind him when he heard Selene’s voice call out to him.

“You have to say it back, you know,” she smiled and winked at him, reaching for a book lying on the nightstand.

“I love you too, Selene. Now rest before I come back.”

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WOW

Seo Changbin (Skz) x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4,4k

Genre: this is so fluffy and soft I almost made myself cry tnx

In honour of his birthday, you have decided to make him feel the exact same way he’s been making you feel for years.

Staring at yet another half-finished, or rather never-to-be-finished, lyric in his notebook, Changbin sighed to himself before mumbling a quiet curse. He had promised Chan a new song by Monday and yet it seemed he had a long way to until he could write even one proper line.

As he prepared to text Chan a somewhat heartfelt apology, he heard a knock on his door. He blinked in surprise. It was Saturday evening, barely 5 pm, and he wasn’t expecting any guests until the next day at least.

He grumbled, still pissed about the visit of his old friend; writer’s block. Despite his sour mood, he still made his way to the front door and opened it. His mouth fell open in clear surprise, “(Y/n)?”

“Hey,” you smiled at him, looking as beautiful as ever in a simple dress and a bouquet of roses in your hand. The sight of you alone could have made his heart go into cardiac arrest.

Seeing you in a dress at his doorstep? Possibly deadly.

Are you handing him the beautiful red roses? He was beyond sure he had died mid-way writing the song and gone to heaven.

You giggled when the tips of his ears turned a bright red as you handed him the flowers. It wasn’t often that you got to see him so flustered. Mostly because usually, it was him making you blush and stutter. Today it was finally your turn.

“These- These are for me?” he asked, unsure.

You nodded and kissed his cheek before saying, “Go and find something nice to wear. I’m taking you on a date today.”

“Date?” he raised an eyebrow, his cheeks and the tips of his ears still a shade redder than usual.

“Yes, a date,” you laughed before pushing him towards his bedroom, closing the front door with a flick of your ankle. “Now go change into something nicer than your sweatpants and hoodie. I want to show you off today.”

Changbin wasn’t sure what so say so he opted to stay quiet and obey your command. He handed you back the roses so you could put them in a vase and rushed into his bedroom to find his last clean dress shirt and a nice pair of pants to wear. All the while doing so, he mumbled to himself, “What is this? Why is she doing this? I should be the one taking her out on a date.”

Within 15 minutes, he was ready to go out. Except for one little detail.

“Baby, have you seen my wallet?” he called out to you from his bedroom while pretty much flipping the inside of his drawers upside down.

“Which one?” you were glad he was in his room and couldn’t see the clear smirk on your face.

Changbin thought for a second before calling out once again, “The old black one that Chan bought me for Christmas. I think.”

“I don’t see it here,” came your response. You could barely contain your laughter at the thought of Jisung having hidden Changbin’s wallet the day before. He had done so on your request and you’d be lying if you said the act hadn’t brought you immense joy.

“How am I supposed to pay for dinner if I can’t find my wallet?” Changbin cursed under his breath as he walked out of his room. “I guess we should postpone the date. I seem to have lost my wallet.”

“Nonsense,” you protested, jumping up from the couch and grabbing your purse to lift out your wallet. “I’ll pay.”

Once again your boyfriend blinked in surprise. The more time you spent at his house, the more he started to doubt whether it was real or just a very odd dream that he should probably mention to his therapist.

“Are you sure?” he asked, trying not to sound too on edge.

“Stop dwelling on the money thing and let’s go,” you laughed, taking his hand and practically dragging him out the front door. You barely gave him enough time to lock the door before leading him to a black limousine.

Changbin snorted, “You can’t be serious. You’re pranking me, aren’t you?”

“Okay,” you had had just about enough of his disbelieving nature, “how about for the rest of the night, you stop acting like this is some alternate universe and I’m playing a practical joke on you. From this moment on, you’re gonna let me wow you with my charms and for once not worry about every single thing that happens.”

“You’re asking me to shut up?”

“I’m asking you to not doubt everything that happens today, okay?” you clarified. You gently took his face in your hands and whispered, “Let me spoil you this once, yeah?”

For a moment he thought about it. It took him no less than a minute to come to a decision; one that he disregarded the moment you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek and his nose and his forehead…

“Fine,” his resolve crumbled underneath your lips. “I guess it would be nice to be spoiled for one evening.”

Seeing you squeal and bounce up and down in excitement, he quickly added, “Don’t expect this to become a regular thing though!”

“We’ll see,” you teased before taking his arm and dragging him over to the limousine.

“Where are we going anyway?”

You chuckled secretively, resting your head upon his shoulder once he got in his seat. You whispered in his ear, “Let me take you to a restaurant. Francesca’s.”

Changbin thought for a moment before realizing, “Francesca’s? Isn’t that a bit expensive?”

“So?” you smiled as you gently rubbed your thumb across his cheek, “My baby deserves the best, does he not?”

He was about to protest when you reminded him, “Let me spoil you just this once.” And just like that, his resolve disappeared once again.

“Let me open that door for you,” your voice sounded so soft and tender when the two of you finally reached the door of the restaurant. All you had to do was open the door and say, “My prince,” while looking him in the eyes, and the tips of his ears flushed red once again. He couldn’t fight the smile that pulled on the corners of his lips as you took his hand and led him to the hostess.

“Hello! Welcome to Francesca’s,” a cheerful male voice greeted you. You grinned, “Hello. I believe we have reserved a table for tonight. Under the name of (Y/l/n).”

The young man took a moment to check his book before nodding and leading the way, “Right this way.”

When you sat down, Changbin asked, “You reserved us a table?”

“Of course,” you giggled. “I would never make you stand in line for an hour for food, no matter how good.”

“And who’s going to pay for all the food?” he wondered, still a little stuck in the ‘perfect boyfriend’ headspace.

“I will,” you told him in full confidence as the waiter brought over your menu. “Because I’m a nice gal who just has a lot of money.”

Changbin frowned, “Did you get a promotion and forget to tell me?”

“Stop asking so many questions and just enjoy the night,” you replied, leaving no room for negotiation. Changbin was forced to sigh as his eyes roamed the menu.

After a short while he spoke, “Well, since you’re paying,” he smirked, “I think I’ll have some of the expensive stuff.”

“Eat up,” you told him with a smile so loving it could only be offered from one lover to another, “we have a long evening planned.”

Dinner went by without any problems (if we don’t account for the fact that Changbin at one point spilt water all over his shirt after a particular compliment from you made his heart skip a beat) and soon enough you grabbed his hand and led him towards the park.

Glancing at the time, you cursed silently before pulling on his arm and beginning to run.

“Why are we running?” he whined through light-hearted laughter, gripping your hand firmly as he attempted to keep up with your relentless pace.

Through difficult breaths, you told him, “We’re going to be late to the movie.”

“Well, whose fault is that?” he teased with a sly grin, that fell the moment you opened your mouth.

“Yours.”

The tips of his ears tinted red at your words.

Within a couple of minutes, the two of you had reached the park, his hand still firmly holding yours. Changbin’s eyes widened at the sight of a large white sheet hanging between two trees, a projector on the ground and his bandmates and family sitting and chatting on the grass.

He was so deep in wonder that he squeaked (yes; squeaked!) in surprise when Bang Chan came up to the two of you with a folded paper and two soft blankets, “Reservations for (Y/l/n), I presume?”

“Yes,” you giggled, accepting the blankets and motioning for your boyfriend to take the paper from Chan. “How did you know?”

“You're the only guests to arrive this late,” the Australian boy laughed gleefully before nodding and rushing back over to a bright pink blanket. He sat down between Jeongin and Felix, cuddling into the latter.

Seeing Changbin’s still shock-driven flustered state, you spoke softly, “Would you like to choose us a spot to sit before the movie starts?”

“What?” he barely got out, staring at you with wide eyes as you chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

You repeated yourself, “Choose us a spot to sit, darling boy. The movie’s about to start.”

Only somewhat snapping out of it, Changbin grabbed a blanket from you before laying it down in behind Woojin’s green blanket. He motioned for you to sit down next to him and smiled at you as you wrapped the two of you in the second blanket.

As the movie started, Changbin shuffled in his seat, turning to look at you. He couldn’t help but admire you as you cuddled closer to him.

“Watch the movie, dummy,” you whispered in his ear and giggled when he flushed red in embarrassment.

He turned to look at the screen before scoffing in amusement, “Shrek 2?”

You shrugged, “We watched the first part on our first date, didn’t we?”

“So, tonight we’re watching the sequel?”

“Obviously,” you mumbled, pulling his head into the crook of your neck softly and pressing a kiss to his hair. Your fingers found their purpose in playing with his hair but soon Changbin reached up his own fingers and intertwined them with yours. He brought your joint hands to his lips and now it was your turn to feel flustered.

Changbin felt comfortable in your arms, constantly snuggling closer and letting his heart skip a beat or two whenever you pressed a kiss to his ear, nose, cheek, neck, hair or even lips. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was lost in your affection and there was no way he’d ever want to find his way back to reality ever again.

As the movie reached its end, Changbin felt your lips brush against his ear and heard you whisper, “I’ll be your Fiona if you’ll be my Shrek.”

He snorted at the horribly cheesy and just overall horrible line and yet… Yet it seemed too familiar. Why did it seem so familiar?

It took him a while to snap back to reality after the movie ended. The two of you spent some more time sitting on the blankets, enjoying being in each other’s arms. You didn’t move even when Chan pressed a brotherly kiss on your head and whispered a faint “good luck”.

The park was almost empty. It was just you and Changbin, snuggling on the ground, and Felix and Seungmin, arguing over which way would be best to take down the white sheet.

“Do you want to get ice cream?” you suddenly asked, accidentally forcing Changbin out of his daydreams.

“Sure,” he whispered, resting his chin on your chest to look up at you and smile, “But you have to share with me.”

“Deal,” you giggled and kissed his nose for what seemed to be the millionth time that evening.

It took the two of you a short while before either of you willingly got up. Well, that’s a lie. It took you a rather long time to find the motivation to get back on your feet. Between the discussion about going to eat ice cream and actually getting up to go get ice cream, Seungmin and Felix had had an entire debate about the white sheet, made up, and then finally taken down the sheet and gone home.

“Let’s go before the ice cream cafe closes,” Changbin decided while waving goodbye to Seungmin.

“Probably a good idea,” you whispered before pushing yourself to your feet. “Let’s go.”

He squinted at your sudden display of motivation before reaching up his hands and saying in the cutest voice you had ever heard him use, “Help Binnie up?”

“Aww,” you couldn’t help but voice your adoration while taking his hands and pulling him back on his feet. It took some effort and a failed first attempt that left the two of you in a fit of giggles. The second attempt was a bit more successful; you pulled Changbin to his feet with such force that when he finally found his balance, his lips were just about pressed against yours.

Adoration was clear in your eyes as you whispered, “You look ridiculously pretty up close. Like an actual sculpture. How in the world-?”

Changbin scrunched his nose up in embarrassment as you continued, “I’m- I’m sorry. I’m nervous so I’m just rambling on.”

“It’s okay,” he sighed in content, pulling you closer to himself before pressing his lips to yours, “I feel the same way every time I see you.”

Your cheeks felt hot all of a sudden but still, you mumbled out, “Your attitude makes me empty out your heart. Today I’ll fall in love with you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “You’re not in love with me already?”

“I was just teasing,” you laughed.

“I love you so,” you enunciated it with a kiss to his cheek, “so, so much.”

“You’d better,” he joked before pulling away from you and grabbing your hand. He gently led you to the nearest ice cream cafe. “They’re still open for another 20 minutes and I have just enough cash to pay for your favourite flavour and toppings. Let’s go in. Ladies first.”

You scoffed, “I can’t believe you’re defeating the whole purpose of me trying to spoil you. Let me pay.”

“Why should I?” he laughed as he held the door open for you. “Am I not the man of this relationship?”

“Man of this relationship,” you scoffed, putting your hands on your hips. “There’s a reason why I made Jisung hide your wallet for the night, you know!”

“JISUNG HAS IT?” Changbin shrieked in shock, eyes wide in what you could only translate to something akin to aggressive amusement.

“That’s beside the point,” you laughed, patting his cheek as he stared at you in disbelief. “The point is, I wanted to spoil you tonight so you’d better hide your money.”

Realizing how much this meant to you, Changbin sighed and nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill before handing it to you, “Keep it until we get home. I promise that’s all the money I have on me.”

“Thank you,” you grinned before kissing his cheek and leading him over to the counter. “Now choose what flavour you want, baby.”

“Stop calling me that,” he whined like a kid. “You know that nickname makes me all-” he writhed and bounced in his spot, trying to communicate his emotions.

“That’s exactly why I keep calling you that, baby,” you told him decisively before pointing to the ice cream. “Take your pick.”

“Fine,” he sighed before leaning over your shoulder to see clearer. “To share?”

“Obviously.”

After ordering your ice cream, the two of you made your way down the street. After some comfortable silence, Changbin asked, “What next? Do you have anything planned?”

“I figured we could just walk around and enjoy the night,” you shrugged, taking his hand in yours.

“Where to?”

You shrugged once again, this time as a way to cover up that you had a clear plan in mind. It was too early for him to find out the real purpose of the date just yet.

So the two of you walked, hand in hand, the sweet taste of ice cream mixing with the taste of the other’s lips whenever you kissed under a street light. As his eyes reflected the moonlight, you couldn’t help whispering, “Excuse me, oppa, do you perhaps have a girlfriend?”

“Oppa?” he snorted. “That’s a new one. I thought you wouldn’t succumb to the Korean culture just yet.”

“Just this once, baby,” you chuckled in embarrassment, having half-hoped he wouldn’t hear you.

“What’s with you today?” he wondered out loud, staring at you in adoration. “You’re incredibly sweet today. It’s so cute that it’s almost creepy.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling on his arm and taking a sharp left turn. Changbin blinked in surprise but didn’t react otherwise. Maybe because he was rather used to you pulling him around during walks.

His surprise turned into shock soon enough though. Eyes wide and his mouth agape, he stood there before asking, “What’s this? What’s going on?”

“Do you still have that paper Chan gave us when we went to see the movie?” you asked, barely paying attention to his daze.

Changbin didn’t hear you the first time, staring in awe at the fairy lights wrapped around the old tree in front of the dorms. You had reached your final destination and even he could see that. He admired the pink and blue and yellow lights wrapped around the branches as you called his name again, “Binnie.”

“Yeah?” he finally reacted, mouth still agape but his eyes a bit clearer now.

You giggled, somewhat embarrassed and flustered yourself, fingers playing with the fabric of your dress, “Do you have that folded paper Chan gave us?”

“At the movie?” he asked before humming in confirmation and reaching into his pocket. He took out the paper (despite your nervousness you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he had fit it into the pocket of his jeans in the first place) and turned to hand it to you, but you crossed your arms and shook your head.

Confusion overtook his expression as he looked at you, tilting his head to the side, “What’s wrong?”

“Could you please read what’s written in there?” you asked quietly, almost shyly. Almost as if you were afraid of his reaction, he noted.

“Are you breaking up with me?” he tried to tease but you shook your head, somewhat shaking in front of him as the two of you stood underneath the fairy lights. “Good. Because that would’ve been one real weird break-up.”

“Just read the paper,” you mumbled, cheeks flushed and your lungs just about refusing any air.

Changbin was many things and if you wanted to, you could write a whole list: impatient, kind, confident, borderline arrogant, talented, sarcastic, clingy. Uncaring and oblivious weren’t on that list.

He bit his lip, took a quick look at the paper in his hand before shaking his head and walking over to you, pulling you into the safety of his strong arms.

“I’m not opening it until you stop shaking and looking like you’re on the verge of the worst panic attack of your life,” he whispered into your hair before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m here. I’m not leaving. Just breathe for me, okay?”

It took a while, but his comforting words and soft voice paired with the feeling of his arms wrapped around you soon calmed you down. You sighed in content as he pressed his lips to yours gently and nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Feeling better?” he asked carefully, looking you in the eyes to make sure you weren’t lying. He knew you often lied to comfort him. This time he wouldn’t allow it. There must have been a good reason for you to get so nervous, so shaky.

“Yes,” you said in full confidence. If anything, his affection had proved to you that you were doing the right thing that night. You smiled and spoke, “Read the paper, Binnie.”

“Alright,” he smiled at you but wouldn’t let you go. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders and used the other to unfold the paper with your help. He was about to read it out loud but as he began reading, his voice faded into silence, “Dear Binnie, I love you with all of my heart and I want to prove it for the rest of my life…”

He silently read the letter you had so carefully thought out and written for him. His eyes filled with tears and he felt a lump form in his throat as he continued reading the letter that told him seven things you loved about him most;

His beautiful eyes and how they shone when he spoke about something he loved or when you brought him freshly baked pie,

His smile when he saw you blush at a comment or when you complimented his music or when someone told him something he really needed to hear,

His voice, how it could either sound growly and heavy with thought when he was wrapping, or soft and gentle when he told you about his dreams as a bedtime story, or clear and breathtaking when he sang,

His stage presence that could leave millions of people breathless,

His warm hugs and the feeling of safety that only being in his arms could make you experience,

His love for his friends and family, something so pure and beautiful it could make a grown man cry,

His bravery to stand with his members and dare to push JYP’s limits just to debut, just to fulfil his dream,

and last of all; His words of love that you would have loved to hear until the day you died until you were both old and grey and incapable of truly moving.

“Will you marry me?” he read the last line of the letter before turning to look at you. He hadn’t noticed you stepping away from him but there you stood, in front of him with an open velvet box in your hand and a nervous smile on your face. He choked back a sob, feeling his eyes burn with hot tears and the lump in his throat preventing him from speaking.

He wouldn’t let that stop him though. He was Seo Changbin and he’d be damned if he ever left you without an answer to a question.

Without a single word, only an adoring look in his eyes and a tear of happiness running down his cheek, he nodded enthusiastically, almost desperately, before reaching out his arm to pull you into his side once again.

You squealed in happiness as he pressed his lips against yours with such passion it left you breathless. Loud cheers sounded from the building behind you and forced Changbin to pull away to look at the source. He saw his eight members hollering and cheering, half of them half out the windows as they congratulated you.

“Were they in on this?” he asked while choking on tears, earning a nod from you.

“PUT A RING ON IT ALREADY!” you heard Chan’s voice boom from the window, his own tear-filled eyes gleaming in the colourful light. “I want to see if it fits!”

Changbin laughed quietly before turning back to you, tucked safely under his arm with the velvet box still in your hand. He reached out his left hand and you gladly took it in your own before slipping the ring on his finger.

“Fits like a ring, one might say,” you laughed cheerfully and Changbin’s heart skipped another beat. He was sure he would need the entirety of the next day just to recover from the possible damage of those missed heartbeats, but he didn’t mind.

He lifted his hand to inspect the ring before chuckling, “It looks kind of familiar.”

At that, you lifted your left hand next to his and watched his expression go from amusement to pure shock, “You got me a matching ring?”

“It seemed only fitting,” you smiled, “Since you never bought yourself a matching ring, I figured I’d take the chance.”

“I love you so damn much,” he choked out through a fresh wave of tears as he pulled you into the tightest hug he had ever offered you. “So, so much.”

[bonus scene: the ride home]

“I can’t believe Chan kicked us out of the dorm after the proposal,” Changbin laughed in the passenger seat. Sure, it was his car but you’d be damned if you let him drive in the excited and still shaken state he was in.

“To be fair, he probably thought we’d get downright nasty tonight,” you pointed out while trying to turn up the volume of the radio.

Changbin scoffed before nodding, “He does have a dirty mind.”

He thought for a moment before deciding, “Actually, I think he just kicked us out cuz he didn’t want us to see how emotional he got over our engagement. Why was he so emotional anyway?”

“I think he’s having a middle-age crisis. The first one of his kids is about to get married,” you offered through chuckles, causing your boyfriend – actually no – causing your fiancé to chuckle.

“I want an autumn wedding,” Changbin suddenly told you.

“Slow down a bit,” you told him, taking his left hand in your right one. “You’re still shaking from the proposal and we haven’t even told our parents yet.”

As he was about to protest, his eyebrows shot up, “Is that-?”

“3Racha in my late-night drive playlist?” you finished for him. “You’d best believe it.”

“Seriously though?” he laughed. “Isn’t that “WOW”?”

“Maybe.”

As he sat and tried to comprehend the situation, he heard a familiar line.

“You can be Fiona today, I’ll be Shrek,” his voice echoed from the speakers and suddenly everything clicked in his mind.

“YOU’VE BEEN QUOTING THIS SONG THE WHOLE TIME???”

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