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nokiatelava · 7 months

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Author’s Note - Hello hellooo!! Okay, so in this story it’s gonna be an OC!Na’vi x Fem!Sully!Reader. I’ve never, ever written a story where there is a OC love interest. So I’m very excited but just as nervous because I am definitely trying something new out! Also, please if I had made any grammatical errors I apologize! But anyway, please enjoy the story!

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Summary - Y/n Sully, was the daughter of the mighty Toruk Makto. She was striking, a pleasure to the eyes of those that stared. But Y/n wanted more than just looks, she yearned for love. True love. Yet she was to scared. Of the heartbreak, the pain, the grief, the dread. But, she just so happened to meet a very special boy.

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Warnings - helpless romantics, young love, annoying siblings, light swearing, family love, yearning, self-doubt (never doubt yourself!!), reassurance, father-daughter talk, comfort

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The stiff fibers of your newly weaved basket rubbed gently against the palm of your hand and finger tips as you walked down the small path in the forest.

You were on your way to forage Lionberry seeds as well as the Melon Tree fruit you’ve been craving to taste for the past few days.

As you continued walking down the path you were able to spot a small cluster of the blue Lionberry seeds, almost successfully tucked away behind a few trees.

Once you made your way to the plants, and plucked enough seeds from the center. Snacking on some yourself for the extra energy, you ventured back onto the path.

The chirps and abundant distant howls brought a serene atmosphere to everything as you walked through the sunlit forest. Your eyes still peeled looking for the Melon Trees.

Which was right up across the path, a clearing that held a bunch of the Melon Trees and the fruits you had been searching for.

As you walked into the passageway, a feeling of trepidation pooled hot into your stomach as you stared at the muscular back of a young na’vi man who was picking the fruits you were about to.

You were frozen in the entrance of the passage way, thinking about the only three options you could go about the situation you were in, or bound to be in.

1. Back away slowly and forget you even wanted fruit in the first place.

2. Walk into the clearing and pick the fruit as if nobody was there.

Or 3.. Which you were currently doing. Continue to stare at this young man who is definitely your age’s back.

Embarrassment pinged down your spine as your face grew hot at the sight in front of you. Diverting your dry eyes and walking into the foliage either way.

Trying to ignore that you would be in there regardless of the fact that there was a boy there too.

Or may you say man.. The physique of his body made him look like he was not one to be trifled with.

The almost silent patters of your feet against the grass caught his attention as he turned his head towards you. His eyes widening for a split second as he saw you, up close.

“Y/n, Oel Ngati Kameie.” He did the universal sign of respect and greeting.

“Oel Ngati Kameie. I don’t think we’ve ever met before. Tell me, what is your name?” You couldn’t even believe the words coming out of your own mouth.

When did you ever want to start a conversation? The tone you used made you sound like your mother. Nothing was wrong with that. But where the hell did it come from?

“My name is Awpxey! It’s nice to formally meet you,” A close-eyed smile took over his features, your eyes looking up into his face at the bright attitude.

“It is nice to formally meet you too, Awpxey. I see you were picking Melon Tree fruit, they are ripe enough now correct?” Your fingers tightened against the handle of the basket. The fibers feeling as though they were gonna snap with the pressure you applied on them.

‘Why are am I being so awkward? I mean at least I didn’t ask him how’s he’s doing! Don’t conversations always go downhill from there?’

“Ah yes, all the fruits are seemingly becoming more ripe by they day. Finally, I have been waiting to long for these fruits. But they are to good to forget about.”

You nodded along in silent agreement with his words.

“It’s a bit of a mood spoiler when you find your favorite fruit isn’t ripe yet isn’t it?” Your body language was against your own better judgment.

Your tail low and swaying, the short grass tickling the underside as it swished faster the longer you stood in front of him.

“Yes! It kills my day every time!”

The both of you stood still. Awpxey was stuck staring into your eyes. His body stiff as he stood in front of you before he cleared his throat, his face getting hot.

“W-well, I should let you go get your fruit then! I still have to finish picking mine..” Awpxey gave a small chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. His face turning a light shade of purple as he blushed before turning his face in the direction of his basket.

‘Did I just stutter? In front of Y/n? You’ve gotta be joking. Literally.’

“Yeah.. uhm, yeah. I’ll be right, uh, right there,” you pointed to a specific Melon Tree that had not gotten picked yet. Far enough away from the one Awpxey was at but just close enough.

“Great, well, I’ll be right there then.” Awpxey reluctantly turned his face back towards Y/n. A nervous smile on his face.

You give him a smile and a small nod, walking over to the tree you had pointed out. Going about your business picking the medium sized fruits off of the tree.

The clearing was now filled with a comfortable silence, the rustles of the leaves and the crunches of the grass set a peaceful ambience to the area.

That was until a loud snap rang in the area, your shoulders tensed at the unreasonably loud sound. A small, embarrassed ‘oh’ being said but not by you.

It was Awpxey. His basket that carried a good amount of Melon Tree fruit snapped. Breaking due to the pressure of so much fruit on it, not only that but it was certainly worn down.

“Here, let me help.” You brought your basket over to Awpxey, picking up his fallen fruits and putting them in your own basket.

“No Y/n, no. You do not have to carry my fruit for me, plus, you have seeds in here, it might break again.” Awpxey felt guilty as he watched you pick up his fruit. Awkwardly holding the few in his hand as he refused to place it in your basket.

You took the fruits out his hands — a spark running up your hands — and placed them into your basket, picking up and placing the remaining fruit in your basket before standing back up.

“Come.” You beckoned him to follow behind you, which he quickly did.

“I will weave you a new basket. Meet me here tomorrow at the same time and I will give it to you.” You spoke as you walked out the clearing.

You were offering, but also demanding at the same time. You’ve had time on your hands recently. So what good to do with it than make a basket for someone who’s just broke?

Awpxey’s eyes widened. “No Y/n! You don’t have to do that, seriously! It’s alright I promise,” Awpxey was trying to convince you he didn’t need a new one. But you knew better.

“Not asking Awpxey, come here tomorrow and you will have a new basket.”

Awpxey’s shoulders slouched as he realized you wouldn’t change your mind. “Okay…” He said with a grumble as you walked in front of him.

Once you made it back to High Camp, you asked Awpxey to direct you both towards his family’s hut so you can drop off his fruit. An apprehensive look developed on his face as he got closer to his family’s home.

Hoping his parents wouldn’t say something that could drive you away.

You both entered his family’s kelku, a small smile on your face as you looked towards his parents.

Who had turned to face you quickly once they seen you walk in, their current conversation put to hold as shock visibly enveloped their faces.

“Oel Ngati Kameie.” You greeted, bringing your hand to your forehead before taking it back down.

They both recuperated themselves, and greeted you back, “Oel Ngati Kameie.” His parents had small smiles on their face also. Their minds jumping when they noticed the basket full of the Melon Tree fruit. Was it an offering to ask for their blessing?

Awpxey’s face dropped and started to get hot as he realized where his parents minds were turning to, but before he could say anything, his mother spoke.

“Y/n, what brings you here dear? And with all that fruit!” Itxä was a nice woman, you’ve met her before at clan gatherings and have spoken to her while she was in Mo’at’s tent more than a few times.

“I came to help bring Awpxey’s fruit back! His basket broke while he was picking the fruit and I decided to put them in mine! I do plan on weaving him a new basket, he will receive it tomorrow!” You explained yourself in a soft tone, his parents were sweet people.

Awpxey’s father, Puo was a funny and sweet man. Always wishing to keep the ones around him safe and happy.

“And you’re holding the basket? Awpxey! I took a long time out of my days to teach you to be a gentleman and this is how you turn up?” Puo exclaimed. You covered your smile with your hand as you watched Awpxey put his hands forward, trying to explain himself to his father.

“No dad!- That’s not even what happened!-“ Puo looked at his son with a bored look as he put his hands on his hips.

“Well from what I’m seeing, that is what happened. You idiot!” You never knew men could be so sassy, but you have your own fair share at your home.

And it’s not just Tuk.

Itxä helped you sort the Melon Tree fruits into their own fruit bowl, making sure you had more still in your basket, much to your own protests before she sent you off with a smile.

As you walked home, it was almost as if realization was settling into you.

You just went to that boy’s home.. Met his parents. And talked with his mother…

A blush adorned your face once you entered your own hut. Quickly setting away the fruits before anyone could notice your warm face.

But it just had to be your father who spoke up first.

“What’s got your face all warmed up babygirl?” Dread was the only thing you felt once you heard all the conversations stop. All eyes turning towards you.

Lo’ak smirked, deciding on taking his chance to do his daily readings.

“Yeah big sis. Couldn’t help but notice you came home blushing.. Did you meet a boy?” You cringed as you heard the smile in his tone. And cringed at how he got his reading assumption, correct.

You hissed lightly in his direction to defend yourself.

“Shut the hell up Lo’ak! I didn’t meet anybody. And even if I did. It’s definitely not any of your monkey brain business.” You clapped back at him verbally, which shut him up.

For only a few seconds.

“I do not have a monkey brain! And even if I did, don’t you remember what Norm said? He said monkeys were one of the smartest animals, since they were like human technically?” He thought he had shut you up now, that was before you noticed this was just gonna become a stupid bickering back and forth that could go on for hours.

“Who are you trying to fool Lo’ak? You’re one of the dumbest people I know.” Your arms were now crossed over your chest. Facing him as you say on the floor, trying to start weaving Awpxey’s basket.

“Oh yeah? Well then who’s the smartest person you know!?” You don’t know where he was going with that, but you answered anyway.

“I am.” You said nonchalantly and started to make the basket.

Tuk scoffed loudly as her face scrunched.

“Excuse me? I thought I was the smartest person you knew Y/n!” Tuk’s tone was smart mouthed.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you said. “I was just joking Tuk! You know you’re the smartest person here!”

Now it was your father’s turn to scoff, placing his hand on his chest.

“But you said I was the smartest babygirl?” Now everyone was looking between you and your father. And your face held disbelief as you paused in weaving.

“Um… Well… Yeah you are too dad!” You noticed your mother patting your father’s shoulder as he held a look of exaggerated betrayal on his face.

“Can I weave in peace?” You ask defeatedly. Neteyam’s face scruched in confusion at your question.

“Didn’t you just finish weaving one, like yesterday?”

Dread, once again, enveloped your body as embarrassment sunk in. Lo’ak was having a ball at your flushed face and obvious body language.

“You’re making one for a boy aren’t you?” His tone was sleazy and you wanted to sucker punch him right in his nose.

“Shut up Lo’ak!”

Your father’s face twisted into a grimace, “you’re courting somebody?” His voice was dry, as if his mouth was only grating sandpaper.

“No dad! No, I’m not courting anybody. I’m only doing somebody a favor..” The way your dad visibly softened his back and rested against your mother made you feel calmer.

“Who are you weaving for ma’ite?” As soon as the question left your mother’s lips, everyone in the room perked up and stared at you.

“Umm… It’s for Itxä’s and Puo’s son..” Your parents smiled at the familiar names.

“Itxä is a nice woman, she’s sweet.” Your mother stated.

“Puo’s one funny man isn’t he?” Your father said chuckling. You nodded with a small smile, finally feeling in the clear as the random chatter started all over again.

“Wait.. Did you say son?” Neteyam spoke looking at you, 5 other heads turning in your direction once more.

You groaned, now annoyed at the fact the attention was on you once again.

“Yes Neteyam. I said son.” You grumbled.

“Why are you making a basket for him Y/n?” Tuk asked as she moved to sit next to you on the floor, curling up into your side.

“His broke Tuk-Tuk, I’m just doing him a favor.” You explained as you put your arm around Tuk, playing with one of her short braids softly.

“How do you know his basket broke?” Kiri asked with a smirk. You felt like your heart almost broke. Never, ever did you expect Kiri to join in on your brother’s teasing you.

“Were you guys out, together?” Lo’ak questioned next. Raising his eyebrows up and down repeatedly, taunting you.

“Did nothing interesting happen while I was gone? Why are you guys so focused on me. Like didn’t Lo’ak shit himself 4 days ago or something?”

Lo’ak’s face paled. “That was eight years ago you skxawng!”

“Oh, well it feels like yesterday-”

“Language, both of you.” Your dad cut in.

“Skxawng isn’t even a bad word!” Lo’ak was quick to try and defend himself.

“But it is an insult, and Y/n, you know better to be swearing here. Tuk is here!” Your mother scolded you both.

“Huh?” Tuk said as she looked over to Neytiri, she hadn’t even been listening.

“Well never mind that then. But anyway, you both know to watch your mouths.”

Lo’ak grumbled his incessant nothings while you continued to weave.

Hours passed in the blink of an eye, the basket was fortunately halfway done and it was dinner time. Tuk had ended up falling asleep against you, so you woke her gently before joining your family at the table.

You all ate, somewhat peacefully, as Lo’ak sped through the whole meal and almost choked more than you can count on two hands.

Once dinner was over you helped clean up the table and settle everything away.

Taking it upon yourself to put Tuk to bed early as she seemed so tired.

You brought yourself back to the center of you kelku, trying to at least finish the basket before tomorrow.

Jake watched you sadly from the table. His ears folded down and eyes looking a darker yellow with sadness.

Neytiri noticed his grim attitude immediately. “Ma’Jake? What is wrong?” She sat next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He looked at you a bit more before turning back to Neytiri.

“She’s already growing up so fast… like she’s getting a boyfriend?.. It feels like just yesterday I was holding her while she cried..."

Jake remembers how tough you were to put to sleep at one point. Missing that feeling of pride he had when you finally closed your eyes.

Neytiri cringed as she realized what she’s gonna say may hurt Jake’s feelings.

“Well you could always hold her.. The crying part may or may not happen…” Neytiri hoped she spoke so quiet Jake couldn’t hear her, but Neytiri knew better.

“What do you mean by that?” Jake was quick to ask.

“She’s met a boy Jake.. You never know what path Eywa has planned for her. Maybe she could stay with Awpxey forever, maybe Awpxey could break her heart. But no matter what happens ma’Jake, you have to be there for her always. You are her father, one of her confiders. She trusts you, and forever will.”

At this point Jake was a blink away from bawling like a baby. Neytiri’s words gave him a newfound confidence, but also a newfound fear.

He didn’t want you to go around chasing boys, and getting your heart broken in return.

The last thing he wanted his sweet babygirl to run into was a player. But he felt a feeling in his heart that told him not to interfere.

It was to be left up to Eywa. Your fate and will was in her hands.

In your own head, you weren’t really thinking about a future or anything with Awpxey. You were doing him a simple favor. But you couldn’t help yourself as your mind drifted to the memory of his back in the sunlit clearing.

Your hands became clammy and your throat dried. Heat bursting in your neck and spreading down your spine to your whole body.

Your hands moved hastily, finishing up the basket with an embarrassed huff. You were hoping nobody was looking at you.

“Come you guys, it is time for us to sleep!” Your mother whisper shouted. Acknowledging the fact Tuk was already asleep.

You all complied, filing into your sleeping mats and saying goodnight.

A giddy feeling was all you could feel in your chest and stomach as a smile broke out onto your face.

You were going to see Awpxey tomorrow and you were beyond ecstatic. You closed your eyes as they began to fall shut themselves.

In the morning when you all awoke and gravitated towards the table for breakfast, you embarrassingly ate at a pace that would put Lo'ak to shame.

Lo’ak was feeding into your flushed face and rushed actions.

“What's the matter big sis?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow annoyingly with a sneer on his face. “You excited to see your boyfriend?”

You growled at him in annoyance, “He is not my boyfriend.”

“Yet,” Kiri added before covering her mouth with her hand, trying to mask her smile.

"Kiri!" You said in an irritated tone.

"Why are you joining them with their bs!?” You felt like you were being cornered, without a corner.

“Watch your mouth,” your father grumbled exasperatedly.

“Fine.” You sighed, finishing your breakfast a whole lot slower now.

“Y/n? Can we go to the forest with you too?” Tuk laid her head against your collarbone, closing her eyes as she felt your hand brush through her braids softly.

“I’m sorry Tuk, not right now. But if you want, later we can go to Grandmother’s tent and I could teach you a few more things…” You whispered into her ear, watching how it perked as you spoke about teaching her new things.

“Of course! Only if you pinky promise!” You laughed as you folded your other fingers down, leaving your ring finger sticking out awkwardly.

When you, Kiri, and Lo’ak were younger your father had taught you about pinky promises. You three made promises about random stuff almost everyday.

Tuk and Neteyam picked up an it quickly and wanted to try and make them too, just using their last finger as a makeshift pinky.

“I promise Tuk, okay? I’ll see you later.” You kissed the top of her head before grabbing the new basket you made and waving to your family.

Your pace was almost a skip as you went towards the ikran, mounting yours and quickly flying down to the large forest below.

Your keen eyes surveyed the forest from above trying your best to look for the clearing you and Awpxey were just at yesterday.

When you finally spotted it, you landed your ikran a little bit away from it, choosing to have a small walk the rest of the way.

When you finally entered the clearing, you were greeted with the same muscular back you saw yesterday.

Awpxey gave you a smile as he seen you, quickly walking towards you.

“Hi Y/n.” He said in an almost hushed tone.

“Hi Awpxey.” Your voice was breathy, light and clear as it traveled to Awpxey’s ears. Which turned a darker pink as they folded against his head.

“Here’s your basket, I hope you like it!” You presented the gift to him, and he took it with hasty hands and and a happy face.

“It’s perfect Y/n! Thank you so much!”

Your face heated as you felt shy under his praise and gaze.

“Y-Yeah it’s no problem at all Awpxey, if you ever need anything else you can always tell me.”

He smiled, his fingers fidgeting with the strong fibers of the weaving.

“I definitely will..”

A quiet pause enveloped the clearing, it wasn’t awkward. Just silence, with the sounds of chirping and hooting from other animals in the forest.

“Hey Y/n… I was wondering if you wanna hang out?” Awpxey’s voice came out slow and controlled. Almost as if he was rehearsing. Which he had.

There was a quick blank silence.

“N-Now?” Your mind was still working on trying to process what you had heard. But once it clicked you answered back quickly.

“Yeah that’s fine Awpxey, w-we can hang out if you want.” You didn’t even know when he wanted to hang out, but you had no objections if it were to be right now.

Awpxey’s tail was shaking behind his back, as he was trying his best to not let it sway to excitedly where you would notice.

You were on the same page as him, fighting the urge to reach behind your back and pull your own tail.

Awpxey nodded, “I was gonna ask if you think now is okay?..”

“Now’s perfectly fine!” Your smile was small, though it was grateful.

That whole day, you and Awpxey strolled around the forest, looking at all the different animals and plants.

Multiple “accidents” happened where as you both walked, your hands would bump. There was a unfamiliar feeling that would bloom in your stomach as his touch sent an electric shock up your arm.

Eclipse was bound to happen soon, so you both decided it would be smart to start heading home now.

As you two continued to walk side by side, the sudden memory of this morning and Tuk rushed through your head.

You had spent the whole day with Awpxey, you forgot about literally everything.

Your steps paused, hand coming to your forehead as you sucked a guilty sigh.

Awpxey was quick to stop, turning to face you quickly.

“Y/n? Are you alright? What has happened?” He paced a step closer, placing his hands and your shoulders.

You had a grimace on your face,

“I forgot that my younger sister wanted to play with me today… Gosh how could I have forgotten?” Guilt was eating away at you.

Tuk was probably home all day, waiting for you, and most likely pestering your parents for when you were to come home.

Awpxey gave a small reassuring smile. He had no siblings, so he couldn’t really say he understood. But he understood the guilt of being late.

“I am sure she will me alright Y/n, we should get you home now so you don’t make her wait any longer!” Awpxey nudged you forward gently, to which you complied and walked.

“I promised her- Promised! That since we couldn’t come to the forest, I would teach her new things about different herbs and pastes in our grandmothers tent together.”

You were rambling, talking with your hands. You felt disappointed in yourself.

How could one make a promise and just forget it?

Awpxey just walked next to you, soft smile adorning his full lips. He could tell you felt guilty about leaving your sister, so he let you ramble and didn’t interrupt you to try and invalidate your feelings in any way.

Once back at High Camp, you wanted to go home quick, but you never left without saying goodbye.

“Bye Awpxey! It was really nice hanging out with you today, had lots of fun! We should do it again!”

You were saying as you scurried off your ikran, facing him quick.

Awpxey climbed down with grace.

“I know, it was really nice today Y/n. We have to do it again.” His voice was so deep and sultry, a rumble passed through your bones.

Purple was becoming to spread on your face, so you turned quickly and ran home.

“Bye Awpxey!” You threw over your shoulder, sending him a small wave.

“Bye Y/n..” He lifted his hand a bit to wave too, although his goodbye was quite silent.

You didn’t even want to enter your kelku.

You walked so slow towards the enterance of your home, taking deep breaths as to just calm yourself down.

Though you ended up entering quick due to the guilt that ate away at your stomach.

You felt irresponsible.

How could you just have left Tuk over him? Over a boy?

Your whole life all you have been taught was to just care for your family. Only pay attention to your family.

They are what’s most important. Your responsibility.

“Tuk-” You mutter as you enter the hut.

Eyes turn to you, studying. But in your state of mind they felt judging.

“Hi Y/n.” Tuk said with a wave and smile, she held a snack in her hand.

“Tuk. I’m really sorry about not coming home earlier. I know I said I was going to take you to see grandma but I really forgot, it completely slipped my mind and-“

You were cut off.

“Y/n.” It was your father. Jake’s gravely voice grounded you quick, snapping you up straight.

“It’s fine you didn’t come and get her, she was sleeping for almost the whole day anyway. She had a headache.” Your father explained to you.

It didn’t help. It made you feel more guiltier than ever.

You should have been there. She was in pain.

“Oh.. Are you feeling better Tuk?” You were now next to her, placing your hand on her forehead.

“Mhm! I got snacks, see?” Tuk held up her small handful of cut up Melon Tree Fruit.

Seeing it made your heart thump just a bit harder.

It was the exact fruit that had made you meet your ma- The man you were with today.

“Oh, well that’s good. Do they taste good? Are they ripe yet?” You examine the fruits color from afar.

“Y/n.”

The voice pulled your attention from Tuk.

It was your father who had called you.

This alone made your mouth feel sticky, your hands already becoming clammy.

“Yeah dad?” You tried your hardest to make your voice the same tone it was before, to not sound nervous.

To not crumble under the gaze of your mother. Nor your siblings who were barely visible.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Shit.

Did you do something? You raked your head as hard as you could to think of any recent events that could have possibly gotten you in trouble.

Was this about Awpxey?

Before you even noticed you were at a secluded area of your family’s kelku.

Alone with your father, and beyond nervous.

“Come, sit with me babygirl.” Your dad waved his hand towards himself, taking a seat onto the floor in a criss crossed position.

You quickly sat down, deciding to sit with your legs to your chest for now.

Your ears twitched as you heard your dad sigh. A pit crating into your stomach.

Was he upset with you?

“I’m not angry with you babygirl.. I just have.. A few questions is all.” He spoke softly. His voice hesitant and surprisingly, nervous.

You nodded, “okay dad. You can ask me.”

Your father opened his mouth, taking in a breath before closing it and turning his head. He didn’t know what to say, how to ask his question.

Your fingers fidgeted with the jewelry on your hands.

Just how nervous was he to not even be able to face you and speak?

“That… Boy. That you’ve been talking to recently, Awpxey. The ones your siblings keep teasing you about.” The sentence came out stiff, hesitant. As if it hurt him to even say the boy’s name in a sentence.

You nodded, signaling to him to carry on.

“I was, um, just wondering if you guys are… You know.” Your father lifted his hands at the end of his sentence.

You were trying to process his words, what is he even talking about?

Then it suddenly clicked.

He thinks you and Awpxey are dating.

Oh god.

“Dating?” You say the word out loud, it sounds so taboo to even say it. In front of your father no less.

“Yeah. Yeah, dating.. Are you guys, dating?” Your father almost looked pale. What exactly is going on here?

“We’re not dating. No, definitely not.” You were quick to respond. You hoped it wasn’t to fast to be considered ‘suspicious’.

You father slowly nodded, his lips pursed as he was working your words.

“Well, I just. I really, um, wanted to tell you that..” There was a pause.

It was really hitting Jake now.

His babygirl is growing up.

This is going to be a new chapter in everyone's lives.

You've found love.

Now he— and everybody else— is going to have to learn how to transition from having you most of the time to having barely seeing you. Though he's come to realize, it's been like that ever since you moved to High Camp.

Jake has come to terms that he isn't the best father. But he loves all his children. And always will. And Eywa knows he prays so much to her at night. Asking for patience, knowledge, and strength to help him become a better father.

It’s going to be hard for him to accept that his babygirl is growing up.

Jake took in a much needed breath, “I just wanted to tell you I love you.” His nod and smile gave you that feeling of happiness from back when you were younger.

“And that I’m here for you, always will be. I will be your shoulder to cry when you need it, I’ll listen to every problem you want me to hear because I love you. I want to see you mentally, not only physically as my daughter. But emotionally as my first baby.” Jake’s voice cracked slightly throughout his sentences. Small tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

You were no better. As soon as he said he loved you, your eyes burned. It feels so good to hear your parents say they love you when you feel they haven’t said it in such a long time.

You wiped your eyes, “I love you too dad. And I’ll be here for you too. You can tell me anything too.” Both of you were vulnerable. Your hearts were exposed, almost as if they were out of your chests. The words your father shared were deep. It was personal, but he still told you.

Because he wanted to.

“And I also want you to know. You have my blessing. If that boy starts courting you and you know truly that he’s the one you want and the one you see. You have my blessing.”

Your smiles were contagious, both of you had mirrored smiles on your face, giggling at each others slowly swollen faces.

Before embracing in a much needed, daddy-daughter hug.

hi! this story was a process and a mf half! so much happened while this was in the making, research, blah blah blah blah, school, home stuff but it’s fine! i got it done! and i’m happy i did! if any of you think I should genuinely keep the story going and make a part two please tell me! I’m always open to accepting requests! bye, and thank you for reading 💖!

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atinyniki · 6 months

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stole my heart, angel

group: stray kids !

pairing: roommate!seo changbin x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint, romance

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, friends to lovers + enemies to lovers??? (it'll make sense later i promise), changbin is referred to as bin and binnie, some playful (mean-ish) nicknames, lots of illegal actions, reader and changbin get wasted.

authors note: i've had this storyline on my mind for a while and decided to finally execute it ! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 3366

“FUCK”

you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth, forgetting that you needed to be quiet. you prayed that no one heard you.

you stare at the now empty dresser, all the jewelry that was once on it, gone. you knew you should’ve suspected something when you saw that the window was already unlocked.

slowly, you make your way to the table, careful not to make any noise. once you see the card, you know exactly what happened.

‘angel’

you walk out the same way you came, closing the window carefully, not wanting to wake the couple sleeping in the next room.

“hey angel!”

seo changbin. your best friend. your roommate. your silly crush that you still haven’t gotten over.

“hi bin.”

he had just gotten back from practice, and it was pretty late in the night. you knew that changbin was going to return later than usual, as he had texted you earlier. you thought it was the perfect time to steal the necklace you had been wanting so badly, but ‘angel’ had beat you to it.

“what’s wrong, grumpy pants?”, a playful smile plastered on his face. you wish you could’ve told him the truth, that your night had been ruined because of this idiot named ‘angel’, but you didn’t want to get the police called on you.

“it’s nothing, i’m just a little tired”

changbin walks over to the kitchen, in need of some water. he grabs you a glass too and sets it on the coffee table in front of you.

“thanks bin”

“no problem, angel”

changbin had been calling you angel since the beginning of your friendship. you’ve always found it cute and endearing, until now. it’s started to remind you of ‘angel’, and every time you’ve had to see that card because you failed to beat them to stealing whatever it was you were targeting.

you didn’t want to tell him to stop though, you knew he wouldn’t anyways. you quickly chug your glass of water and make your way to your room. it was ridiculous of course, but right now you just wanted to sulk. you really wanted that necklace. you flop down onto the bed, praying that you could get a good night's sleep for once.

“WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD”

you groan, but changbin persists. you feel your body being pushed around, and soon the covers are off you. rubbing your eyes slowly and up, you check the time. 8:28 am.

“ughhh it’s too early, let me sleep some more”

“i’ll get you those muffins from the cafe you like”

in an instant, your body shot up and darted for the bathroom to get ready for the day. you can hear changbin laughing behind you, but the only thing on your mind were those damn muffins.

strawberry muffins. chocolate muffins. banana muffins. so many great options, but you went for the same one every time.

“we’ll have two blueberry muffins please!”

changbin laughed at your excitement, but still didn’t know what all the hype was about. a muffin couldn’t be that amazing right? regardless, he decided to try it out to see if it’s as good as you say it is.

the employee hands you the muffins while changbin paid, and you go to sit down at your usual spot, except this time, you're with changbin.

as soon as changbin sits down, he stands right back up. “i think you were so excited about the muffins that you forgot about our coffee, dingus”

your ears go red with embarrassment. “oops, sorry”

changbin gets back up to bring your coffee and pay, but you’re busy staring outside. suddenly, a cute brown bunny jumps on the windowsill outside, her adorable nose twitching ever so slightly. you twitch your nose right back at her, mimicking her actions.

changbin walks back with your coffee, but doesn’t sit at the table just yet. instead, he stands and watches from afar, he doesn’t think he could be close to you while you look so adorable without flushing bright red right there and then.

after a minute or so, he finally makes his way to your table, still watching as you wave to the bunny.

completely forgetting that changbin was with you, you jerk your head to his seat after you see someone sitting in it. “oh, sorry, i didn’t know you were here yet”

he hands you your drink, and crouches so his head is at the same level as the bunny. quickly, the bunny hops away as fast as she can, making a run for the field in the back.

“you scared her away, stupid”

he looks back at you with a frown, “i know. i didn’t mean to though”

he’s upset because he ruined your fun, but you just laughed at him.

“binnie you have to try this muffin. it’s incredible, i promise.”

he tentatively takes a bite, and you smile wide when you see his eyes widen.

“you really weren’t joking, this is phenomenal”

“what can i say, i have good taste”

he playfully scoffs at your words, but finishes his muffin and drags you out before you can order another one. you both make your way back home together, changbin forgetting what he woke you up for the first place. he didn’t regret it though, not one bit.

you have your eyes set on the ring on yeji’s dresser. yeji was a popular singer, rich and chic. most things she owns are expensive, so you thought why not. you climb in through the window, but you slow down slightly when you hear rustling behind you.

grabbing the ring and placing down your card, you swiftly hide under the bed when you see a shadow behind you.

they enter the room, looking for something on the dresser, only to find your card there. ‘tsunami’

“shit”, you heard him whisper.

well, at least now you knew he was a guy. he makes his way out, but you linger there for a while. you took a quick peek from under the bed, only to see his face shrouded by a balaclava, just like you did.

you make your way out not too long after a while, and celebrate your mini victory with a trip to the cafe. thank goodness it’s open twenty four hours.

the next few weeks go by, random trips with changbin, pressure with work, and of course, your little competition with ‘angel’. it sucked that you lived in the same town and had the same targets, but what could you do in such a small town.

the both of you have been making headlines left and right. it’s always, “angel this” or “tsunami that”, and quite honestly you found it funny no one’s caught you yet. it’s not like you were being all that careful, even though you probably should be.

you make your way to the closet, getting ready for the party at your house today. you decided to pick a fitted black dress, short and cropped at the thigh.

you walked out the room to help changbin, who’s getting all the drinks ready for the party. you know how much he and his friends love getting wasted. as soon as you enter, changbin jerks his head towards you, jaw slowly hanging open.

you didn’t really expect changbin to have that kind of reaction, but then again, he’s never really seen you in a dress. you’re not that much of a partier. suddenly, heat spreads throughout your entire face, and you are certain you look like a strawberry right now.

changbin, quickly snapping back to reality, starts fixing the tables again, doing anything to distract him from his thoughts. “you look nice”.

“yeah yeah, your reaction told me enough”

changbin stops in his tracks, “sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“im just teasing, stupid”

he flashes you a nervous smile before getting back to work, and that’s when you hear the door open. you quickly walk over to invite them in.

“YUNA!”

yuna runs towards you to give you a big hug. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen her.

“oh my gosh! how are you?”

your conversation went on regularly, and more people started coming in. lia joined in too, and you were all enjoying your time together.

most people were already drunk. jisung is already white girl wasted. it honestly looked kind of fun, you really needed to let loose. so eventually you figured, why not? it’s not like you have to drive yourself home right?

you began taking a couple shots with seungmin. you weren’t all that drunk yet, so you took a couple more. your body wasn’t very used to alcohol, since you haven’t drank that much in your life at all.

suddenly, it hits you like a ton of bricks. the haziness, adrenaline, and before you knew it you were dancing with lia, screaming your lungs off.

changbin was still with jisung, not doing any better than you. he’s had too many to drink tonight, that’s for sure, but is that going to stop him? no. no it’s not.

and it’s not stopping you either.

you begin making your way to the kitchen again, grabbing another shot and downing it. it stung your nose a bit, but it’s not like you cared. you feel great, you haven’t felt so alive in a while.

you made it back onto the dance floor, where you felt a pair of hands on your hips. you didn’t necessarily care who it was, you just lost yourself to the beat. he danced with you, his muscular arms beginning to wrap around your waist.

you turned around, vision hazy, but you could still see changbins figure standing right in front of you. he began to speak nonsense, slurring his words. “you look s’ pretty, couldn’t help it”, he hummed.

you didn’t realize what you were doing before you latched your lips onto his. you blamed it on the adrenaline rush, but he just sounded too beautiful for you to stop now. he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer and holding onto your waist.

you slowly pull away, still in a daze and not realizing what’s going on. lia quickly pulls you away somewhere in the crowd. she didn’t realize what you were doing either, but she had something she wanted to talk to you and yuna about.

soon, the party ends, and chan helps you and changbin clean up the house a bit. being the driver, chan is obligated to stay sober, but it’s not like he drank all that much anyways. he gets changbin into bed somehow with a lot of fussing.

mayuka, another one of your friends, gets you changed and ready for bed as well, and it isn’t ’t all that hard of a task since the alcohol began wearing off. you can’t remember anything that happened tonight, but all you know is that you’re going to wake up with the worst headache of your life.

you wake up just as expected, your head was ringing, and you woke up incredibly late. you get out of bed and got ready for the day. changbin already got home with the muffins, going to the cafe becoming a daily routine for your saturdays together.

instead of coffee, he grabs the apple juice from the fridge. “fruit juice helps more with hangovers. you feeling okay?”

“yeah i’m fine, my head just hurts a little”, even thorough your exhaustion, you manage to give him a little smile. he ruffles your hair and then pours you a glass of juice, handing you your muffin and walking back to his room.

your memory slowly starting coming back, and your thoughts went back to what happened last night. you were embarrassed, but decided not to speak of it since changbin probably forgot about it.

that same night you decide to target miihi this time, another famous singer. you manage to find her whole jewelry box, and you knew it had to be valuable. you make your way into her bathroom, where her items are. you stop in your tracks when you hear a whisper.

“what do you think you’re doing.”

you turn around and see a man in a black compression shirt, a ski mask covering his face.

‘angel’

“the same thing you’re doing. stealing. i’m willing to split it if you want”

“splitting? now why would i do that”

you thought about this for a moment. either of you could just take the box and run with it, but you try to think of an answer.

“i’d rather not argue right now, my head hurts a lot”

fine, whatever, he’d accept it. but only for his own sake. his head hurt a lot too.

he reaches for the jewelry box, but you quickly snatch it and make a run for it. you’re tired, your head hurts, but you can’t let him win.

unfortunately, you trip over the side of the bathroom door, and fall with a thud. angel starts snickering, and you freeze. you’ve heard that laugh somewhere before. it’s unmistakable.

you’re hallucinating. you have to be hallucinating. there is no way angel, the bane of your existence, was seo fucking changbin.

you quickly come back to your senses when you hear footsteps. you scramble to put everything back. you turn off the lights, and drag angel changbin with you into the cabinet.

it’s crowded, and you’re trying your best not to make any noise. you’re incredibly close to him, and it’s all clear to you now. you look over to his arms, big and muscular. just like changbin. you look at his shirt, it’s the shirt he loves to wear when in the mood to show off.

you look straight into his eyes. angel is without a doubt, seo changbin. you let that sink in for a while.

you sit there with changbin for a good 20 minutes. you wanted to make sure miihi fell back asleep. soon, you both exit the cramped cabinet.

you take your fair share and leave as fast as you can, not looking back at changbin. you make sure he lost track of you, and made it back home 10 minutes before he did.

you were scared. you didn’t know how to tell changbin you knew about his secret.

changbin has been thinking about the kiss you shared nonstop for the past week. the videos were posted everywhere, he’s surprised you didn’t see it.

even though he was drunk as hell, he remembers every single thing.

he remembers how your eyes fluttered shut.

he remembers the feeling of your plush thighs caging his knee.

and most of all he remembers the way your lips feel on his.

they fit so perfectly together, like a lock and a key. he wishes he could just tell you about it, about how he felt about it. but he couldn’t. he knows you didn’t mean the kiss, you were just drunk. he wished he could’ve stayed with you that night to tell you how he felt, but he couldn’t.

he checked his maps, and clicked onto your location. you were already leaving the house and on your way to your new location. he’s found the perfect distraction.

he chooses a different route and gets there before you, holding the jewelry right in front of your face. you leave the house together and you stare at him in disbelief.

“how do you always know where i’m going?”

“i have my ways”

you two begin to talk more once you get further from the house. you’re certain it’s changbin, his loud voice is a dead giveaway.

he gets more comfortable talking to you, or perhaps, your persona. you catch on quickly, and you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out your thoughts.

“you know who i am, don’t you.”

“of course i do, you’re tsuna-“

“no changbin, you know who i am”, you reiterate.

changbins at a loss for words. he stops walking, and you’re now standing in front of him.

“i’m sorry, i was going to tell you soon i swear”

you slowly pull your mask off, and pull his off seconds later. “why? i’m not upset at you binnie, im just a little confused”

he looks at you with his mouth agape, like he’s trying to say something, but he can’t get it out. you give him a reassuring smile, and he mumbles something under his breath.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you”, voice still soft.

“i wanted to… get your attention”, he confesses.

your eyes widen a bit. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised, but you held changbin’s hand tightly. you didn’t want to push him away or scare him.

“you know you can just text me right?”

he couldn’t stop himself from rambling. “i’m sorry, it’s just that- you don’t seem to like me all that much. not how i want you to like me. i thought that if i could be angel i could get your attention somehow and… i don’t know- impress you i guess.”

you can see how his cheeks flush after his confession. you hold him closer to you and brush his messy hair out of his face.

“i’m sorry i made you feel that way, but i promise you that’s not how i feel at all”

changbin frowns. he’s scared you’ll hate him after this. he still decides to let you explain.

“then how do you actually-“

he got cut off by a bruising kiss. your hands make your way to his hair and you tug at it, pushing him closer to you. he closes his eyes and holds you closer to him, enjoying the moment before it had to end. you couldn’t let him go this time, not how you let him go at the party.

you pull back from him and look into his eyes. they’re slightly teary, but you’re still not done with your confession, so you continue.

“changbin…”

a kiss on his cheek.

“i.”

a kiss on his jawline.

“love.”

a kiss on his neck.

“you.”

a kiss on his collarbone.

you look back up at him, and the crimson has passed to his chest as well. he pulls you closer for a crushing hug.

“i love you so much y/n”

you hear the erratic beating of his heart in his chest.

“what’s wrong?”

he places his chin on your shoulder and kisses your neck.

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this my angel.”

your heart swells at the petname, even though you’ve been called it many times.

after a few moments of walking and giggling with eachother, you bring up another point.

“so i’m guessing you’re going to stop stealing now?”

“yeah i probably am. you should stop too, i don’t want you getting arrested or anything, dumbass”

“hey! well, the only reason i continued stealing was to get on ‘angel’s nerves”, you scoff.

you make it back to your house and you both get ready, but before you can make it to your bed, he picks you up bridal style.

“changbin?”

he sets you down on his bed and lays down next to you. you open your mouth to speak but he doesn’t let you say a word and instantly starts peppering kisses all over your face.

“jeez, changbin-“, you giggle. you try to wriggle out of his hold, but he won’t let you.

“no, please”, he spoke softly “please don’t leave”. you stare into his eyes, a pure form of love swirling around in them. “i’ve been waiting for you for so long. please stay. just this once…”

after a few moments of more cuddling, you speak up. “you know, after i kissed you at the party i thought you would’ve confessed not too long after.

“you remember that?!”

“how could i forget, dummy”, you giggled.

you kiss him again, just like you did at the party, smiling onto his lips, and you wrap your arms and legs around him. maybe it’s too soon, but you’re far too comfortable with changbin to start from the very beginning.

“i love you binnie”, a peck on his nose.

embarrassed, he hides his face in your neck. “i love you too, angel.”

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): angst-ish, hurt/comfort, sfw

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, mentions of alcohol (don't drink kids lol), swearing

word count: 1,700

note: this was inspired by 'midnight rain' by taylor fucking swift, I just love this song. I tried my best but I don't know if taylor would approve of (💀). I added a marvel reference which I'm kinda proud of. Also, writing angst is so much fun. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy <3

You were sad, drunk and sleepy.

Sonya told you to go home a while ago, but you were too tired to move for yourself. She noticed that, so she called the only person she knew would come in an instant. The problem was that it wasn’t one of your friends, or any of your siblings, hell, you would have preferred she had called your mum. But it wasn’t up to you.

“She is here for you, sweetie.”

In your half drunk half asleep state you couldn't tell what Sonya was saying. She saw you struggling to understand her words, so she just pointed to the front door of the bar. And there she was. Even in your current state, you could recognize her everywhere. How could you not? You spent hours looking at her, engraving every little detail of her face on your mind. You could tell by the look on her face that this wasn’t how she planned on spending her saturday. To be fair, it wasn’t entirely your fault. Sonya, your friend and bartender, was the one who called her. Although, deep down you thanked Sonya for calling her, even if it hurt you would always love seeing her stupid pretty face.

“Thanks for calling, Sonya. I’ll take it from here.” Said that raspy low voice of hers, one of the many things you loved about her.

“Take care of yourself, hun.” Sonya whispered to you and nodded to Florence.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Now that was embarrassing —being carried by your ex to her car so she could drive your drunk ass home. This was not how you expected to end your night, but you should have thought things through. You should have thought better than getting so drunk that you couldn’t move for yourself. How stupid of you.

You both were silent the whole car drive, you could read the room, she was mad. But she didn’t have the right to be mad at you, she broke up with you. She had no right to feel anything for you. She caused this whole thing. You just wanted her, you wanted everything from her, but you knew she was a Hollywood star in the making, she was making her own name, how could you blame her? You only wanted what was best for her, so you let her chase that fame. As a consequence, you two fell out with each other. You tried your best to not let her slip away from you, but she had her mind elsewhere.

Florence never wanted to break your heart, you were nice. One of the nicest people she’d ever met. You meant everything to her, but she didn’t want to hurt you anymore. She knew she had become distant, that she was too caught up with her career, and it did you no good. So she did what she thought was best for you and let you go. It was the hardest decision of her life, but she thought you were better off without her. She thought you would build your life back up again. And when Sonya called her, after a month of breaking up with you, she knew that she had made the wrong decision. Florence wasn’t mad at you, she was mad at herself, for letting you go, for not making things work out with you. She missed you and hated herself for what she had done —what she had done to you.

She was surprised when Sonya called her, she didn’t expect a call from the bartender at 1am but she knew it had to be important if she was calling her of all people. However, she was even more surprised when she told her you had gotten drunk. You weren’t the type of person to get drunk in a bar. She immediately knew that something was wrong with you. And when she got to the bar and looked at you, she knew you were there because of her. The sad look in your eyes made her hurt ache.

Once in your apartment, she put you to bed. You thought that was it, you were never going to see her on, except for when she would be on tv. You didn’t like that thought. You wanted her with you. You wanted her to take your pain away, even if she had caused it.

“I miss you.” You whispered. You hoped she would say she had missed you too.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you're talking about.” she couldn’t take you seriously, not in the state you were in. Even though she really wanted for it to be true.

“Haven’t you heard that a drunk mind speaks a sober heart? And that’s how my stupid sober heart feels. I miss you, Florence.” Florence’s heart missed a beat.

Hearing her name falling out of your mouth, caused a revolution inside of her. Truth was she never stopped loving you, but she thought you would be better with someone who wasn’t like her. Someone who could give you their full attention. Seeing you like this, broken hearted, made her hurt burn, since she was the reason you were like this. She caused this whole thing.

“Okay, how about we talk about this in the morning when you’re no longer drunk, huh?” she needed to leave, seeing you like that was killing her. She was afraid to make things even worse.

“Stay,” you said, so low that she barely heard you, but loud enough to stop her from walking away from you, again. She thought she imagined it, but then you said it again. “Please, stay. I miss you, just come back to me.”

“Y/n, i’m sure you’ll regret it in the morning.” She didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

“I need you. Can you at least hold me until I fall asleep?”

“I’m not sure–”

“Please, it's the least you can do.” Even when the only light in the room was coming from your window, she could see the pleading in your eyes. She could never say no to you.

She lied next to you, unsure of what to do next. Should she say something? Should she do something? She missed this, being this close to you. She missed your scent, even now when she could smell the alcohol on your lips. She missed your warmth, your touch. She wasn’t sure if you were already asleep, she couldn't see your face since you were on your side, but she had to try.

“I regret letting you go.” There she said it, she thought it would make her feel a little bit better, but it didn’t. The burning feeling still in her heart.

You turned to face her, letting her know you were listening, she took it as a sign to keep on talking.

“Things haven’t been the same since you left. I feel hollow, all of the time, as if something is missing. And it's you. I know that I hurt you, and I hate myself for that. I just thought I was doing what was best for you.”

“Did you really think that you leaving me would be good for me?”

“I now realize that, I just thought–.”

“No, I don’t think you actually know. You broke me into a million pieces. The one person that I love the most in this whole word, and you just pushed me away as if I was no one. Do you know how fucked up that is? We were supposed to talk to each other when things got complicated, not just push the other away.” Venom spitting from your mouth, And Florence couldn't blame you. You had every right to be mad.

“I know I fucked up, big time. But I want to make things better now. I can’t live without you, Y/n. I want you back, I need you back. I’m, I’m not giving up on you, on us. I will go through hell and back if I have to prove to you how much I regret this.” Tears were forming on your eyes, could you trust her again?

“You hurt me.”

“I know, baby. I know I did,” Tears rolling down your cheeks, Florence hated seeing you cry, especially because of her. “Just let me make it better, okay? Give me a chance to prove myself to you.”

You already knew the second she lied beside you that you would forgive her, no matter how bad she had hurt you. Florence had this power over you, yeah, she destroyed you in a million pieces, but she also could make you hold in just seconds. You needed her just as much as she needed you.

“Okay.” That was all Florence needed to bring you closer to her. She kissed your tears away, holding you tightly as if never letting you again.

“Now go to sleep, baby. You must be exhausted.” She smile at you.

“I’m scared that if I do, when I wake up you won't be here anymore.” You mutter, scared to admit that to her.

“I promised you this is not a dream, baby. I’m here now. It 's okay. You can rest now.”

You rested your head in the crook of her neck, it made you feel at ease. You have been longing for this feeling ever since the break up. A smile formed on your lips once your nose was filled by her intoxicating scent. You missed this, you missed her. But she was here now, ready to amend every wrong she had made.

Florence promised to herself that night she would never hurt you again. If things got complicated, she wasn’t going to throw in the towel. She would find a way to make things work. She was never going to give you up. She had peered through a window, all the love she unraveled and the life she gave away, and she didn’t like it, not even one bit. She was relieved when you gave her another chance, and she was going to make it worth it. Because you were her sunshine to her midnight rain, and she couldn’t live without you.

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stargazing15 · 2 years

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It’s for the better

Pairing: Hangman x Fem Medic!Reader

Summary: Even you got the hots for Hangman (Look at the man, who doesn't). Against all odds you ended up one night with him. If you only knew the real reason why that happened…

Warnings: angst, cursing, mention of sex, alcohol and blood (you’re a medic), death, it’s extremely sad; sorry guys I was in a very bad mood. - If you're not comfortable with this, please don't read. MINORS DNI!

A/N: Keep in mind that English is not my first language and that this is my first completed fic. (So sorry for any spelling errors or weird grammatical choices)

It turned out a bit longer than what I intended. Whoopsies

Part II

Please don’t copy my work

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Opening your eyes, you had to recap what happened yesterday night.

It looks like you ended up in the bed of the notorious Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

How the hell did that happen?

Until yesterday you were deployed on the same ship as Hangman, but it’s not like you were that popular and pretty like the girls he normally takes home, you were rather mediocre. So that leaves you once again with the question: How the hell did this happen?

What you remember is coming home, since you didn’t have anyone waiting for you, you headed straight to the bar to release some steam, maybe meet up with a couple coworkers.

After a couple beers you found Hangman staring at you, yup you. In a blink you thought his fellow aviators, who were complete assholes during deployment, were laughing and whispering something in his ear before he headed your way, but you decided to ignore it. And yeah, the rest is history.

Now that you were fully awake, you planted your face in his cushion to take in his scent, let the memory of last night linger a bit longer. Luckily Hangman was still sleeping so you could quietly get dressed and sneak out.

After a couple days recuperating at home from deployment and that nights activities, it was time to get back to base. You know it was just a one time thing with Hangman, but you couldn’t get him completely out your head. Let’s just say his reputation in bed was very true.

Arriving at base you knew something was off. You could see the stares at you and hear whispers “It’s her, I would be so embarrassed if I were her”. Good thing there were a lot of medical check ups planned today to keep your mind off things.

After the last check up of the day your coworker Jess came to you and the concerned look on her face started to get you worried.

“Hey Y/N, can you come over, I think I need to tell you something...”

“Yeah sure, one sec.”

“I … I don’t know if you noticed the whispers around here -“

“Yeah” You sighed.

“I kinda found out what they are about.”

“Oh, nothing bad I hope” You tried to keep yourself strong, forcing a smile.

“Y/N, did something happen between you and lieutenant Seresin? Y/N please be honest. I know you had a little crush on him. Okay who doesn’t, but -”

“Yeah, I drank a little bit too much and I have honestly no idea how he noticed me as a person.” You said letting your thoughts wander back to that night.

“About that, uhm, I don't how to tell you this, but he didn’t just notice you, I. Uhm -“

“Jess, what? You’re starting to scare me” you interrupted her softly.

“I heard the aviators today, those assholes, I filmed them, here, it was a bet Y/N. He even snapped a pick when you were sleeping.” You could see those assholes laughing and pointing at a phone. “I never thought Hangman would do it, I still owe him the $100, haha. He really can get every one in his bed, even those stupid medics, what a slut.”

By then you stopped the video, not being able to hear of see any more of it as tears were streaming down your face and you just started running as your legs took over. You were in a complete trance, you can’t even recall getting home or drinking half that bottle of wine, when you got to the realisation that everything you were was nothing but a joke.

Life cut you some slack the next day when your boss called, to come in immediately, just like all the medics.

“- So what we’re asking is not something to take lightly and will be completely different from your deployments on the ships. We need one of you to transfer immediately to the war and become field medic. You will get advanced weapons training for emergencies, I hope you won’t need it, and you’ll start the first weeks on base, later on you might get send in the field for rescue missions. I know this comes at a bad time after deployment, but I need one volunteer to go. So which of my excellent medics wants to volunteer?”

“Me” You say without even thinking. “I could use a new scenery and I don’t mind getting back to action this soon, commander.”

“Okay, thank you lieutenant Y/L/N. The rest, you are dismissed.”

Your commander turns back to you “You’ll leave in 3 days, let’s get to the specifics.”

And this is how you ended up for the last time on base with your packed bags already in the truck.

“Hey Jess, come here” you hugged your best friend. “You’re the only thing I’m gonna miss about this place, thank you for being here for me.”

“Hey Y/N, you really don’t have to go, what will we do without our best medic. I think the big boys are gonna cry now when they a booboo.”

“Yeah” you chuckled. “But I can’t stay here, everyone is still laughing with me and I know I sound so pathetic, but I think I need to get away from here.”

“I can understand that part, but why to the danger zone? Promise to call and mail me... Did you actually get a chance to speak to Hangman before you leave?”

“No and I don’t see a reason why. I honestly don’t wanna see that asshole anymore. It hurts even more that I thought he meant that night. Sorry, it just, it just hurts so much” You sob.

“I’ll miss you Jess” You say while you keep on hugging her.

“I’m gonna miss you even more, you’re the one who always did the bloodiest patients.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna be you now” you laugh “I think I should get going before I miss my plane.”

“Well, that’s gonna have to wait a little bit, someone here to see you. Bye Y/N make us proud here!”

“Hi Y/N!”

Fuck “Lieutenant Seresin, be quick, I need to leave.” You say coldly.

“Oh, can we talk later maybe?”

“No, I’m out of this shithole with my compliments to you and honestly, I changed my mind, I don’t wanna talk to you. You had your fun. Goodbye, go ruin some other people’s lives, I wish you the worst.” And you started to walk away. Maybe you should hear him out, but what good would it do, probably pouring some more salt in your healing wounds.

Hangman stood there still, gaping at you, not even sure he heard you right. The small sweet medic, being ice cold to him and saying goodbye. “I’m sorry, I fucked up” He tried to say loud enough for you to hear, but you were too far gone.

You were now two weeks at your new home for the next year or so. It felt right here, a place where you belonged. Here, you could be you, no more need to hide behind a fake smile. Your colleagues were really nice and best of all, no fighter pilots on this base. The only thing hard about the place, was the hot climate. After a month you should get used to it your colleagues said.

Work wise it wasn’t that excited yet, the typical food poisoning, splinters, some occasional small wounds. And then the time came, your first ride, or rather flight, in the field. It gave you so much adrenaline and afterward so much reward when you were able to save the life of the soldier.

Five months later you got whacked back to reality. A group of fighter pilots were gonna stay at your base for a couple of weeks for a mission. Fuck, everything you were able to forget for months just landed in front of you. It was a good thing it was not the asshole-squadron, but it were still fighter pilots, the reason you ended up here.

“Hey Y/N, weren’t you deployed lately on the USS Abraham Lincoln?” Jeff, one of your friends and awesome colleague, asks you, with Britt trailing behind him, another medic and friend.

“Yeah, but I actually don’t wanna talk about my time there, if you can understand.”

“Oh God” Britt says, “it’s you that asshole pilot is talking about, isn’t it?” She asked softly.

“Yeah” You almost whisper “but can you please tell no one, I trying to keep that all behind me-“

“Hey, of course, come here sweetheart” Britt smiled. “Group hug!”

“There’s only one bad apple between those pilots, but one with a big mouth. The other pilots are actually quite nice.”

“Lieutenants Y/L/N, Brigdes and Peters! Come on, time to roll, there’s been an accident with an IED” You hear from afar.

“Let’s forget about the past, duty calls!”

When you arrived at the scene it was horrendous, fortunately everyone was alive, wounded, but alive. After the first heli with Jeff in it took the most critically wounded back, you stayed back with Britt and some armed forces to take care of the last wounded. Everything went fine until the last patient was secured in the heli so you could hop on too. Out of nowhere gunfire started. Before you could process everything that was going on, you hear you pilot screaming “Medevac to base, we’re under attack” while starting the heli to get in the air as soon as possible.

“Come on Y/N grab my arm, get in!” Britt screamed.

“Aaaah, fuck, I’m hit!” All you could feel was a excruciating pain in you back going all the way to your abdomen.

“Shit shit, here put some pressure on it” But at this point everything started to become blurry and hot. You were unable to focus on anything or anyone, even on time.

“Come on Y/N stay with us, keep your eyes open, we’re almost there” mumbled Britt.

It was like movies and books described it, when the end was near, your life started flashing before your eyes.

Your body started to feel numb because of the blood loss, but you could feel your friends tears falling down your face.

“Stay with me Y/N.” Her soothing voice felt comfortable, all you could do was close your eyes and starting to let go. It wasn’t painful anymore, you already made peace with the fact that your time has come.

“Let me go, please” you could whisper.

“No, no, we’re getting you in the OR, you’re gonna pull through” Britt sobbed. Even though the heli was landing, it was too late. You had already lost too much blood.

“It… It’s for the better” You mumbled with your last breaths, even trying put up a small smile.

“No, no, no, no Y/N please keep on fighting! Don’t give up!”

When you felt the last bit of life slip away from your body, all you could picture was his face, the reason you ended up here.

“Jake…”

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redheadloverr · 6 months

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Asking them to be flings!

continuation to this post!

gn!reader x ayato, childe (texting version for the busy men <3) !

quick A/N for my followers! i’ve had the worst writers block for months but im hoping i can continue & finish this mini series soon!

ayato

ayato was taken aback by what you had said. his first words were “Pardon?” which made you spiral. though the two of you were flirtatious, you never knew if it was just friendly banter or anything serious. ayato was and always has been flirty towards you which often led you to have mixed signals and you were tired of it! maybe the way you went about it wasn’t the best idea but it was an idea!

you quickly say it was a joke, and that you just wanted to see his reaction after getting a little embarrassed over him not seeming to have reciprocated your feelings. he simply responds with a little “:(“ before you quickly throw your phone at a wall and start quietly screaming over what he meant. you pick your phone back up to see another message from him.

“I didn’t expect you to say such a thing, y/n. if you wanted to ‘see my reaction’ then i would’ve gladly expected your invitation. now will you reconsider it being a ‘joke’?” you threw your phone and once again screamed harder into your pillow. was this really happening? you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. yup. you surely weren’t after how hard you pinched yourself, you even left a little bruise. you gathered up all your courage to send a message back. a quick, straight to the point, response.

except you didn’t know how to entirely convey how you truly felt. you thought the easiest way to respond was to just spill your guts. so you gave it your all and told him everything. you told him how you could never tell if the flirtatious banter had real meaning behind it and how you wished he’d see you the way you see him. you send the text, not even looking to see if you made any grammatical errors, and throw your phone anxiously waiting for him to respond.

you hear the ‘ding!’ and rush to grab your phone. you read the text with anticipation. “So with that I’m guessing your little ‘joke’ wasn’t such a joke, right? For the record, I was in the same boat as you, y/n. Our flirtatious banter was all serious to me. If your little joke is still up for grabs however, i’d love to set up a dinner date before we consider such a possibility. :)” you blush a little as you respond back with a quick little “i’d love to go out to dinner, ayato.”

childe

when you originally send the text to childe, you thought he’d take it as a joke. a part of you was waiting for him to just laugh at you and go back to your old conversation. so it was a shock to you when he sent a text saying “are you serious? this doesn’t sound like you, y/n?”

“lol, what do you mean? of course i’m serious..” you reply back trying to get his authentic response back.

“y/n are you drunk? what do you mean you want to be ‘flings’? do you even know what that is?” he responds frantically. “is someone there with you? are you being held captive? do you need me to come help you?”

“childe, i’m not being held captive. you don’t have to come rescue me. i was just curious about having a friends with benefits relationship. i wanted to ask you since i feel like we had good chemistry but if you don’t feel the same that’s completely fine, i’ll find someone else.” you thought you’d had possibly hit a subject that even childe thought was outrageous, something so unlike you it made him a little stunned.

“wait!” you see a message appear just as you set your phone down. “don’t look for someone else! if you want a friends with benefits please don’t looks for someone else.” you were a little stunned by childes new messages, you thought he was looking almost down at you for even suggesting such a thing and now he’s telling you not to look for someone to do just that? “what do you mean, childe?” you send a quick message back, ready for the worst.

“i’ll do it, if it’s purely physical what you’re looking for, please don’t look for it in someone else.” he came off almost jealous, which only made you more confused. as if you didn’t already stumble across so many plot twist, childe’s next message really sent you down a loophole.

“y/n, i don’t won’t you looking for anyone else. in fact, if we do become friends with benefits, i hope i can be the only one to see this side of you.” his words hit you like a brick, and although you didn’t know if he meant his words the way you took them, you decided this was as good of a chance as any to tell childe the real reason you asked him of all people.

you take a deep breath as you send a message to childe, short and straight to the point. “listen, childe. i actually asked you to be friends with benefits because i’ve actually liked you for a really long time now.” you send it and anxiously wait for childe’s response.

you hear a buzz as you check your phone. sure enough, it was childe. “i didn’t know you felt that way, y/n. i’m honored, maybe we should talk about this more in person however. i’d hate to start a relationship over text. :)”

bonus : you and childe agree to meet, childe offers to take you out to dinner and go for a walk on the beach afterwards. while on a walk at beach, you feel childe stop behind you, you turn to look at him in the dimly night sky as his eyes gaze upon you. “y/n, now that we’re here in person i’d like to formally ask you this.” childe takes out a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back, “will you be my partner, y/n?”

bonus A/N; sorry for the bonus only on childe’s part but i’ve had the biggest brainrot for him and just had to make his a little more extra, i hope you’ve enjoyed <3 (also sorry for not doing xingqiu, i felt weird even trying to make him one of these)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact ayato #genshin ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato genshin impact #genshin impact childe #genshin childe #genshin impact childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin tartaglia x reader

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cariadlovescodwomen · 6 months

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cariad’s obsession with the female call of duty characters is starting to get unhealthy (it has been for quite a while)

valeria, kate, farah 💞

valeria garza might have committed many heinous crimes, but who hasn’t? :). don’t act like you’re innocent. let’s be partners in crime, val, forget about everyone else. (i’m losing it)

(i would do anything for that woman, oh my GOD. i’d let her shoot me)

i just wanna be kate’s wife. that’s all i want out of this life. maybe i have a thing for older women, maybe i have a thing for american women.

(that sounds odd, lmfao, idk what it is. y’know when a character has a non-american accent, and in every fanfic it’s always pointed out? “their deep british accent rung through your ears”? i’m like that with american accents, for some reason?? american accents are deemed the norm, so no one pays attention when a character has a standard northern american accent, but i love them 😭 and southern american accents)

i want farah to teach me how to ride a motorcycle. please, ma’am. i just wanna spend any amount of time with farah, tbh. she’s so beautiful, and smart, and strong, atkajsksksk.

(side note - i feel so weird calling a woman “ma’am” because i call my actual mother “mam” and the pronunciation (the pronunciation i use for “ma’am” anyway) is literally the same)

operators you probably don’t care about 💞 (calisto, stiletto, roze, kleo, nova, luna)

fuck the royals 🤬, fuck the royals 😏. look, she seems pretentious af, but i love her for it. what was that one voice line? “can i play with you? mhm.” what does that mean, calisto???

(my hearing is shit so if that’s not what she said, don’t tell me :). i’d rather pretend, LOL)

most of the content i see for stiletto is shipping her with könig. she is literally dating me, how dare you disrespect our relationship like that. i could treat a woman better than him, anyway 🙄.

(sorry, könig, you’ve become my punching bag, i promise i don’t actually hate you. i’m just jealous of your fans, that’s all)

rozlin goddamn helms. she was once a shadow, right? no wonder she left that company. i could treat my employees better than graves could. back to actually talking about roze herself, mw19 roze had a chokehold on me, man. she’s so AH. (you figure out what that means)

(fuck you, graves, i may have stated that i liked southern american accents, but this excludes you (and most men, southern accents on women, i should’ve clarified))

kleopatros gavras. that woman. now, where the hell is the hype for her? i feel she’s very smart, and obviously very strong. i love smart women. i love strong women. i love women. doesn’t seem very friendly, but i can work with that. (that sounds weird)

(when it comes to characters that don’t have official heights, i like to headcanon them some, for nearly all of the female operators, they’re tall because i said so, i love tall women)

i think nova’s actress is very pretty. i, too, love flying. it was meant to be, no? please, nova, i’m on my knees. i literally have no words to describe the way i feel about this woman 😶.

(a lot of people don’t like her voice, but i don’t have anything negative to say, really. maybe i’m too blinded by love 🤷‍♀️) (that was embarrassing to say)

luna just seems like a really friendly person. she makes me feel safe?? even though she isn’t real?? the voice line, “alright then, i see you!” did it for me. she’s a soldier, she’s tough, but she’s also so amicable it kills me. idk i just love her, man.

(another smart woman, i fucking love smart women. i just wanna be her friend, lmao)

all in all, i’m a raging lesbian, and the women in this game make me feel things :). also, apologising if there are any grammatical or linguistic errors. <3

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erina-writes-headcanons · 1 year

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Hey sweetheart *slides cheesecake* could you please make headcanons of Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa with Author Novelists S/O with Crime Fiction Genre? (Like Sherlock Holmes)

Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji and Koganegawa Kanji with Crime Fiction Novelists S/O

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A/N: Oooh Cheesecake! Thank you, Anon for giving me a Cheesecake! You know me so well that I love Cheesecake (>.>). Also, I bet you read my KNB headcanons with Novelist S/O. I'm glad you enjoy it and requesting me and I hope you like the final result.

warning: Profanity from Futakuchi and Kyoutani.

gender: neutral

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Aone Takanobu - Date Tech

I know it's not canon that Aone is a book lover but hear me out. I think he is low-key and enjoys reading books but not in the heavier genre as he prefers something light like teen fiction, Slice of life romance, comedy, or any lighter novel books.

He is actually really proud of you that he has an Author S/O who is very creative and has a gut to create some heavier genre of fiction despite his not really being a big fan of it.

He wouldn't tell you directly that he is proud of having such a successful Author S/O but damn he is really obvious about it because he would buy a bunch of flowers for you.

If you don't really like Flowers, he would definitely give you something you like and prefer (Probably like your favourite brand of chocolate, plushies, etc.)

Blushes red if someone mentions that he's lucky for having such a creative, great, successful and amazing S/O who can write amazing books.

Sometimes would help you with writing but not in the part where there's a crime scene. He would be helping you more with grammatical errors, spelling, vocabulary and such.

I am going, to be honest with you and I'm sorry about it. I don't think he would help you with giving ideas because I believe stories that have heavy topics can make him uncomfortable so he would just gonna watch you work.

Overall, Aone is very supportive and sweet despite you are writing a really heavy theme book. If you are tired, he would definitely prepare a cup of tea or coffee for you to relax.

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The screen of the computer was bright despite the room being illuminated by darkness with a small source of light from the lamp on top of your table. (Y/N) (L/N), one of the most successful authors in Japan for writing crime fiction with a great plot twist and depth story that could make anyone get excited when solving the mystery.

Their/ Her/His hair was unkempt, tangled, and reeked of sweat even though you didn't go out a lot. Underneath your eyes, there were eye bags that were quite large and this pitiful form of yours was clearly because you had not rested. (Y/N) did not want a book with just a basic ending, no. You wanted more than just a book with a generic ending as readers could expect it and you wanted a surprise element inside of the book. Hence, as a result of trying to come up with any great ideas, you had not gotten any rest.

From behind the door that was moving ajar slightly, a pair of eyes staring at you but despite it seems it has no emotion in his eyes, the male was worried about your current condition. The male was standing there in silence and his large calloused hands pushing the door away whereas the other hand are holding a cup of your favorite hot beverage.

Hearing the sound of the door creaking, both of your eyes shifted immediately and glancing at your partner. Despite his intimidating stare, you know that is just your boyfriend resting face and you couldn't help but smile seeing Aone being so caring.

Aone carefully places the cup on top of the table without spilling any drops, "Awww, did you make this for me? Thank you so much, baby," (y/n) coos, teasing the taller male lightly whose cheeks turning red after he heard those words escapes from your mouth and it did not escape from the certain (E/C) eye colour as Aone facing away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "You're.....welcome" You almost couldn't hear him.

However, it did not last long because the giant middle blocker noticed that your skin was getting paler than before and both of your eyes were bloodshot from staring at the computer screen for more than an hour. The shadow cast upon his gaze as his pupil shited to you, making the poor (Y/N) shrink in fear seeing his silent glare. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask.

"...Rest, or you will get sick. You can write later," he simply says.

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Futakuchi Kenji - Date Tech

I am sorry but I don't think he is the type that reads novel books and he prefers Comic books to Novels. Even if he reads novels, he would get bored easily and only read novels that have little pages instead of thick ones.

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be supportive. He would help you but in his own way and can be a little bit of a prick instead of being gentlemanly like Aone.

Despite that he sometimes can be a little bit of a jerk and tease you, he doesn't mind helping you by giving some kind of ideas when you're writing a crime scene for your novel.

Would help you with your grammar, pronunciation and good ideas to be inserted in your story but also would throw snarky remarks here and there just for shit and giggles.

Of course, you're not gonna just stand there and let him bully you like an idiot. There would be a time you would flick his forehead or flip a bird to him, easing an 'OI!' from him.

He doesn't admit it but he is super proud that he has an amazing author s/o which are you, especially your speciality in making mystery and crime fiction.

Definitely bragging about you to his friends and rubbing it in their faces when you are not around, "(Y/N) is more creative than you, she/he/they can create a better story than you."

Oh? You're one of the most successful authors? Yeah, he would definitely be getting even cockier and rubbing it at everyone's faces, especially to Kamasaki even if he was older than him.

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A guy with a pair of brown eyes glances at the screen from the phone, seeing the particular person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour. Standing on top of the stage with bright smiles across their/her/his face. In their hand, there is a golden achievement with their/his/her name printed on the bottom on the bottom of the trophy.

Seeing (Y/N) standing there with a proud smile on their face made the certain captain of Date Tech's heart swells with happiness. He was proud that his S/O got the goal they/she/he had desired, it was their/her/his dream to become one of the most recognized authors in the country and you had gotten that goal.

It was no mistake that it needs a lot of hard work and every step feels like a thorn prickling on the skin of your feet. The news did not only reach his eyes but also reached his ex-teams from the volleyball. It was proven as his phone rang out of nowhere and he picks the phone up.

"SENPAI!! IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR WIFE/HUSBAND GOT AN AWARD AS THE BEST CRIME FICTION AUTHOR!?!" It was Koganegawa.

"No need to shout and yes. My wife/husband got the award of the best author," You could see his smug smile despite he was on the call and no one sees it. "THAT'S SO AWESOME! EVERYONE IN THE TEAM NEEDS TO KNOW!" and the voice line just cut off like that. But the silence did not last long enough until his chat was bombarded with everyone's chat. Including Aone who only gave the emoticon of a trophy, a smiling face, an arrow and a guy/girl which can be translated as 'Congrats for your S/O.' It was not only the middle blocker, but everyone who used to be a volleyball player in the Date-Tech asking poor Futakuchi.

Especially Kamasaki, "OI, FUTAKUCHI. IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR S/O JUST GOT AN AWARD! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL EVERYONE! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD US!" Despite it being just a text, Futakuchi could imagine the sandy blonde third-year player yelling at him before he texted back.

"Why? It's not that important for guys like you to know how great my wife/husband is," he texted back before pressing his thumb down on the send button, the corner of his lips tugged upwards after sending that little mischievous text to his ex-team mate.

Yeah, we cannot forget how much of a salt he is after the salt tower from Karasuno.

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Koganegawa Kanji - Date Tech

Another one, I don't think Koganegawa is the type that likes to read Novels and prefers Comic books because he thinks Novels are much more boring and hard to understand.

Koganegawa definitely doesn't even understand the word that you typed inside of your book when you need his opinion on certain things.

He's just gonna give you a big bright smile and a thumbs up, loudly shouting 'YOU'RE DOING GREAT, (Y/N)-CHAN!" after reading the book and not understanding anything inside of it.

I am very sorry, but I don't think he's smart as Futakuchi so he couldn't help much in helping you write down a story or helping you with grammar, pronunciation, and ideas.

He does try his best tho to support you in your writing career, even tho it's not as helpful as Aone. As an Extrovert, he had tons of friends so he would try to promote your book to his friends.

He also brags about you being a successful crime fiction author to his friends but without throwing snarky comments or being arrogant like Futakuchi.

"LOOK, GUYS!! MY S/O JUST MADE THIS BOOK! ISN'T THIS GREAT?! YOU SHOULD READ THIS BOOK GUYS!" without realizing that he was being too loud.

Also would definitely watch if your book got adapted into a movie even though he ended up not understanding the plot of the story, just thinking it was cool when there is a fighting scene.

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Sweat trickled down from the scalp of his head and a pair of dark brown eyes with small dilated pupils saw the screen of the phone. Watching his s/o steps going up to the stage before they/she/he was given a trophy of an award for becoming the best crime fiction author.

His smile was large and his eyes were twinkling brightly as if there were stars in them. Seeing Koganegawa excited causes the other teammate of Sendai frogs to look at the certain blonde with a dark brown tuft in wonder. Thinking 'What made Koganegawa so happy?' and 'Why he is so excited? We haven't had our play with the other team, yet.' across their minds.

"..Oi, Angry bird. Why the fuck you're smiling like an idiot?" The man that looks like a tennis ball asks Koganegawa.

"Hmm? Oh, Hey Senpai! I'm smiling because my girlfriend/boyfriend got the award as one of the best authors!" Koganegawa ignored Kyoutani's insult.

"...Who's your girlfriend/boyfriend?" The ex-middle blocker of Karasuno asks.

"TSUKKI!! IT'S (Y/N) (L/N)-SAN! SHE/HE/THEY ARE THE BEST AUTHOR IN THIS COUNTRY! YOU SHOULD READ HER/HIS/THEIR STORY!" Koganegawa shoves the screen of his phone in front of Tsukishima's face who immediately flinch since Koganegawa just got up to his personal space without thinking twice.

Kogane's voice did not only make Tsukishima and Kyoutani flinch because of the volume of his voice but it also attract other people who were also inside the room. "So...what kind of story that they made?" Tsukishiam raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't know...all I know is that her/his/their book was adapted into a movie and it has many cool scenes! Especially all of the fighting scenes!" Kogane states proudly about your book. Koganegawa's answer, of course, made the ex-middle blocker of the Karasuno raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit in confusion whereas Kyoutani just scoffs and walks away from the scene. "O-oi! I'm not finished! She/he/they made that popular book with (Title name)! You should see it, Kyoutani Senpai!" Koganegawa yells, trying to tell him one of your most popular fiction.

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Here Comes The Sun (MITM Pt 2)

(Steven Grant x Fem!reader x Marc Spector) XXX fic

Part 1

I’ve been trying to come up with ideas for this for like weeks,

but I think I’ve finally gotten there.

I stg if this gets no interaction I’m going to cry.

also like omfg I’m so sorry this took so long.

Summary: As to be expected, Steven wasn’t exactly thrilled with fronting at the aftermath of you fucking one of his alters, or maybe he was? Too many new feelings for him to tell, but now that the revelation of you also being an avatar had come to the surface, you were all too quickly pulled into their shenanigans, though you didn’t mind, they did. A lot.

Warnings: Self doubt, verbal arguments, fighting (combat), mentions of injuries/blood, NSFW (+18), Oral (m/receiving), clitorial stimulation, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (Don’t be a joker, wrap your poker kids), Fem!Domme if you squint.

Once again, if you see any formatting/grammatical errors, please let me know!

Enjoy <3

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Everything had gone to shit between you and Steven, and you knew, painful as it was to admit, it was majorly your fault.

Or, you assumed it had at least, you weren’t actually sure. After the... ‘incident’ so to speak between you and Marc, you hadn’t seen Steven front in a few days. Wether it was due to Marc suppressing him, or him electing to stay hidden you weren’t sure, but it induced your anxiety all the the same.

As you sat at some hole in the wall bar in the middle of the tourist district of Cairo, stirring some shitty attempt at a sex on the beach, you couldn’t deny,

You felt like a giant asshole.

It had taken so long to get Steven to warm up to you, to build the immense amount of trust you two had shared. And you threw it all away in a matter of minutes, and for what? Why? Because you were horny for some guy you had just met? Because you were so desperate and touch starved you were willing to let a stranger (albeit an extremely handsome one) take you on your own damn kitchen counter? You felt pathetic.

And now, your friendship and what had the potential to be more with Steven was gone because of your rashness. You huffed out a breath and practically let your face fall into your palm, the crook of your elbow resting across the bar counter shamelessly. You resisted the urge to outwardly cringe, as you let the memory of a few days ago swim around in your head.

“...Hi...Steven...”

Steven blinked up at you, finally able to tear his eyes away from the floor. His flustered stare met your eyes, your tits, your everything really, in a fumble. And then all at once, it seemed that the realization that you weren’t the only one indecent had just hit him.

He damn near choked and spun around to tuck himself quickly back into his trousers, as you decided it was time to attempt some decency of your own. You grabbed a near by paper towel and quickly whipped Marc’s cum off your thighs, and then made a reach for your shorts and underwear. You were going to grab your shirt, and then your eyes laid on the remnants of it strewn about your floor.

Right, you thought, Marc had literally torn it off your body in the midst of everything, you had somehow forgotten. When you cautiously drew your gaze back to Steven, he was still stood there, back turned to you, hands stuffed in his pockets awkwardly. You resisted the urge to smile, even after he had literally seen you coved with cum that came from his body, he attempted to give you at least a little bit of respect.

You cleared your throat, “Steven?” you chirped. Your voice was crackly and nervous, as if you were waiting for him to lash out at you at any moment. Steven stiffened upon hearing your voice, his shoulders tensed and you could imagined the way his face must’ve been scrunched up in embarrassment. “Uh, yeah?” he responded, even more nervous sounding than you.

You bit your lip, “I um, don't exactly have a shirt on me right now, would it be okay if I grabbed one really quick and then we could talk?” You felt so stupid being this embarrassed, realistically he had watched the whole thing take place between you and Marc, why should a bit of nudity be so scandalous? Still you knew Steven, and you knew it would be unfair to subject him to your pride, you needed to remind yourself, he wasn’t Marc.

And there was nothing wrong with that.

Steven after a while dropped his head, and removed a hand from his pocket to rub the back of his neck bashfully, “Yeah sure- right then, I'll be waiting, no rush.”

And with that you gave him nod you knew he couldn’t see, and dashed off to your bedroom, formulating in your head a million different words to say when you returned.

But unfortunately, you weren’t granted the privilege of saying those words to him, because when you returned he was no where to be seen. And all you could do, was stare pitifully at the breezy open window in your living room, and reconcile with the fact that you had just fucked up, big time.

And now here you were in Cairo, chasing down a man who most likely wanted nothing to do with you, and his even more intimidating alter who wanted you nowhere near the lines of combat. Even better, having to dread their reaction when they realized you were here, because as of now they still had no idea.

You had followed them to Egypt with no hesitation the second you realized they were leaving. It wasn’t that hard to stay unnoticed, you just kept your head down, strayed not too close, and avoided them during night time when they were hyper aware. Honestly it might’ve been a little obsessive, but there was no way you were letting them take on whatever the hell they were facing alone, they were getting hurt only over your dead body.

And to be fair, it wasn’t entirely up to you. You served a goddess after all, and it all really came down to her divine opinion. Which in this case, was falling into line with your own.

She had no qualms with you protecting the men you cared about, it was what she had planned for all along. The reason she had put you on the path to meeting them in the first place.

Though you couldn’t see her all of the time, you could easily visualize Sol’s smug smirk when you would drag some thug following Marc into an alleyway to take care of him, or when you would tip some cultists off in the wrong direction.

You weren’t sure if Marc was actually oblivious to your presence, or if he was choosing to ignore you, but you protected him all the same. You were only temporarily lurking in the shadows, you were waiting for Steven to front, when he did you would reveal yourself. You just wanted to talk to him, to at least see if he was mad at you or not. Despite that though, you couldn’t deny the anxiety that surrounded you at the thought of seeing him again.

You knew you owed Steven an explanation, but truthfully you were still wrapping your head around the whole situation yourself. You had mulled over it millions of times at this point, but you still had no idea what possessed you to fuck Marc.

Was it his charisma? His confidence? Or was it that he looked like Steven and you had already craved him for so long. You still weren’t sure. You weren’t usually like that, though you had no problem expressing your sexuality and you certainly weren’t a prude, you had never been so desperate before. And it scared you, how was Marc capable of bringing that side of you out? Could he do it again? Did you want him to?

You had chalked it up to some weird spiritual connection between two avatars at first, perhaps that was just what happened when two celestial beings around the same age and preference came into contact? Far weirder things had happened in mythology.

Still though, you knew deep down it was more than that. You wanted Marc, in a way you hadn’t quite wanted anyone before. You wanted to feel his rough hands around your throat, you relished in the dirty things he grunted into your ears, and you had no issue in how he used your body so deliciously.

You had felt guilt for Steven at first, it was his body also, should you had asked him for consent as well? I mean yes, Marc was his own person, but you weren’t really sure of the dynamic the two had, would Steven be okay with Marc using their shared body for such acts? Did he even have a say?

You groaned suddenly, all the thoughts swarming your brain were starting to give you a headache. It was around midday, and the bar was relatively empty. You would usually be out trailing Marc, but you had lost him, annoyingly. You weren’t too worried about it though, from what you could see he could very well hold his own. You decided to take a break, and resume your duties when the sun set, at which point, he would become increasingly easy to spot.

It wasn’t every night a figure cloaked in white bondage flew through the air.

You chuckled at the thought, and at this point had given up on trying to enjoy your drink all together, in favor of blowing bubbles into it thoughtlessly instead. Perhaps if you were paying attention you would’ve noticed the chatter of other patrons die down at the new figure who had just stepped through the entrance. Or how they angrily stomped over to you with a fury like no other.

You half noticed someone sit down next to you, not even bothering to look up. You were examining your nails, thinking off about how you were in desperate need of some self care, your train of thought interrupted by a voice that practically cut through the air.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?”

You froze, not even bothering to hide your widening eyes, you slowly wrenched your head to the side, praying to Sol that somehow you weren’t about to see who you thought you were.

And yet, there he was in all of his disheveled, pissed off glory, Marc Spector. Looking about ready to bend you over his lap at any given moment.

You cleared your throat, and averted eye contact. You tried to muster a witty comeback, something petty. “You’re not the only avatar in town.”

You wanted to punch yourself.

You could see Marc’s jaw tick.

He breathed in through his nose, his withering restraint ever present. “Did me and Steven not make it clear enough to you that your safety is our number one priority?” His voice was reprimanding, scolding. There was a suggestion of evenness to it, you hadn’t pushed him off the edge just yet. But you were close, and you could tell.

“Perhaps Steven did, the last and only time you had talked to me before this you were too busy shoving your tongue down my throat.” Not that you minded.

It was a low blow bringing Steven into this, but you were pissed, at either them or yourself, you weren’t sure.

You watched a vain pop out of Marc’s neck, and the next thing you knew, a hand was around you forearm, and you were being dragged out of the bar.

“Wha- HEY?!” you yelped as Marc strung you down the hot, busy street. He was looking ahead, eyebrows furrowed slightly, jaw set with practically no regard for the girl he was currently manhandling. He grip was firm, and only hurt enough for you to like it. Your eyes were wide and disbelieving, who the hell told him he could treat you like a child? Certainly not you.

In one fluid movement, you pulled your arm out of his grasp, causing him to stumble back slightly. You stood firm, and watched him regain his footing, his annoyance present on his expression. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you are not going to manhandle me.” You bit, disregarding the passerbys who watched the exchange with a hint of concern. Marc scoffed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling for a second before looking back up at you and pointing his finger at you face.

“You have no business here, you’re leaving right the fuck now, before you end up doing something stupid, and getting yourself killed” He chided, he went to grab you again but you ducked out of his reach and pushed him back by the chest. As he quickly recovered and stood straight, he looked you dead in the eyes, his stare daring you the push him any further. You gazed over his shoulder, and were met with a reassuring sight.

There stood Sol in all her divinity, leaning against a shop’s pillar, watching the interaction with amusement. Her perfectly smooth and decorated arms crossed, she met your gaze and nodded in encouragement. You knew what that meant, if you considered backing down before, that consideration was thrown out the window now.

You snapped your focus back to Marc, his glare hadn’t wavered. You took a strong step forward, “I can protect myself, more so than you right now. The daytime is my domain, and if you think I'm going to let you push me around, you have another thing coming, Spector.”

Marc gridded his teeth, and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could he was interrupted by a startling sound.

A deafening scream broke through the tension. Your heads both shot towards the sound, your eyes registered the threat in tandem. A girl, no older than 15 was being mugged by a group of five older men, only about 50 feet away. As you looked closer, you examined a scale tattoo on one of their arms, so much for ‘balance’, you thought. You watched the one closest to her grab her wrist, and it was as if your avatar mode locked into place in an instant. Before you could even register you had done it, you recognized the light weight of you golden nordic armor, and the feeling of your endless golden whip in your hand.

You surged forward at rapid pace, not giving any of them time to react as you shot your whip forward with unnatural accuracy, and it coiled around the man’s arm, pulling the young girl out of his grasp, and tugging him forward intensely. You felt no remorse as his body slammed into the ground, and the air in his lungs swiftly abandoned him.

By the time the others had noticed and began to run at you, you were already knocking them off their feet with a sharp woosh. You marched forward and punched the nearest standing one, relishing in the wet crack that sounded from his nose under the impact of your fist.

As he stumbled back and groaned, you kicked him flat in the chest, causing him to fall back and hit his head, rendering him unconscious. You ignored the surging ache in your hand, it would be healed tomorrow.

You clocked in your peripheral one of the men regaining his standing and moving towards you, but before you could defend yourself, you saw him get tugged away from you and promptly decked square in the jaw. You had forgotten for some moment that Marc was still here.

You were about to rush into the fight and help him, but found yourself otherwise distracted. You couldn’t lie, watching Marc’s quick weaving form and heavy handed combat skills, was like watching a machine. “Seem’s like the bed is not his only area of expertise.” Sol remarked. You found yourself nodding absentmindedly.

He had already pummeled the lot of them, and was currently working on the last standing idiot who hadn’t just fled. He landed a sift jab into the guys rib, and didn’t ease up as the man screamed in agony, he just kept going, beating him into the nearest wall. Only did he stop when the man laid unmoving on the ground.

You crossed your arms and leaned against a food cart as Marc eased up and took in deep breaths, rotating his neck and shoulders. The girl was nowhere to be seen, and the street was completely cleared out expect for a few who stood behind dusty shop windows watching the fight. Marc heaved slowly, the sight causing your thighs to press together. He had a look of aloofness present as he turned to regard you. Then as he looked down, his eyes widened with urgency.

“FUCK, Y/N LOOK OUT!” he shouted, but you had no time to process it, as you felt an extreme jabbing pain in the side of your leg. You released a sharp scream of agony, and as you stumbled to the side you saw him, the guy you had pulled down initially was partially recovered, and sat on his knees, with a bloody knife gripped tightly in his hand.

It was covered in blood all the way up to the hilt, he had got you good. You landed against a wall, and slumped down, hissing in pure pain, it was nothing you hadn’t felt before but it was deep, and the jagged edges of the knife left a wound that was sure to scar, despite of super natural healing.

You screwed your eyes shut and winced, gridding teeth on full display as you tried not to scream again. You could faintly hear a heavy noise of impact and a thud, but didn’t dare open your eyes, too busy focusing on trying to contain the liquid gushing out of your leg.

You felt a soft hand close around your shoulder, and you hoped one eye open to see Marc kneeling in front of you, frantically looking over your figure. Wait, you internally questioned. His eyes were wide and unsure, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted, his hands were moving around wildly, and though your hearing was muffled from the adrenaline rushing your veins you could see his mouth opening and shutting quickly.

It wasn’t until he hoisted you up, and began jogging towards the direction of what you assumed to be were they were holed up that you were able to hear his voice.

“Fuck-shit-oh bugger, bugger- don’t you worry love, it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay,”

Your breath caught in your lungs, Steven, it was Steven. You craned your neck to look at him, and observed his familiar stuttering worry, and the urgency in his expression, he was back, he came back when he realized you need him. The thought would've had you smiling if not for the burning pain you were experiencing.

You didn’t say anything, you simply closed your eyes, and dropped you head against his chest, content with listening to his ramblings all the way to his and Marc’s motel.

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You were currently in one of Steven’s oversized museum t-shirts he had purchased from the gift shop, leaning against a creaky headboard, on a stuffy bed, in a motel room that was most certainly not worth whatever Marc and Steven were paying.

Your hair was messy and mused, and your eyes were somewhat bloodshot. No doubt, the half empty bottle of bourbon you were currently nursing against your lips failed to help in that case.

You tried not to, but you once again glanced down at your leg. It had been disinfected and stitched, the professionality of Steven’s stitch job was arguable, but with your guidance he tried his best, and to you that was all that mattered.

With Sol’s consultancy, you determined you would be okay. It would scar, but based on the angle the guy jabbed it in at, and with the help of some much deserved healing on Sol’s part, you’d be good as new within a few days.

The pain had dulled to a tremoring ache, lessened by the aforementioned bourbon that became your muse as Steven repeatedly jabbed a needle through your leg with no anesthesia.

The man of question was currently in the bathroom washing your blood off his hands, apparently it took a lot of scrubbing, because he had already been in there for about ten minutes at this point. Which made you wonder, if it was even going to be Steven that walked out.

If it was Steven, a very awkward conversation was about to take place.

You knew that an apology on your part was in order, but frankly you weren’t even sure to what extent you need to apologize.

Definitely for blatantly lying to him about who you were for so long, and for not telling him about Marc, but there was some uncharted territory you had yet to mentally cover.

You had fucked one of his alters, and you weren’t really sure if that was something you needed to apologize for.

What would you even say? “Sorry it wasn’t you first?” He didn’t even know you liked him. Not to mention, you still weren’t really sure how their dynamic worked. For all you knew, Steven could have been completely okay with it, perhaps he didn’t care about you that way in the slightest. Where you being conceited thinking he’d care? You earnestly didn’t know.

You were broken out of the construction your cognitive strategy by the sound of the bathroom door slowly clicking open.Your head drifted to the side, and you couldn’t help your pupils dilating to take in the sight in front of you.

Steven was leant against the door frame, watching you with a nervous sense of worry, but you were more so focused on the muscle tee and sweat pants that clothed his person.

You didn’t need to ask, there wasn’t a chance in hell that Marc would’ve brought many of Stevens clothes to wear. It was interesting to you to see stuff like that, the little differences that only made themselves present to those who looked closer.

You let Steven approach you, slowly, almost pattering towards you, fiddling his thumbs in a simmering distress. When he finally sat down on the bed, you remained quiet, being smart, letting him make the first move.

He took a deep, reaffirming breath, and spoke. “Hey, so, um- we probably have a few things we need to talk about, yeah?” he said, his voice soft. He hadn’t elected to make eye contact with you yet, and you wouldn't force him.

Your eyes softened, and you regarded him with an uneasy smile. “Yeah...” you responded, equally as soft.

He didn’t reply, which meant it fell on you to take the lead. You sighed, “I guess I should start off by telling you the truth,” You begun, “I initially moved to London under Sol’s guidance, I've been her avatar for a while now. I met you, because she asked me to, I became friends with you naturally, which wasn’t really what I anticipated but oh well you know?” You tried to laugh but it came out more sad than you intended.

Steven still hadn’t said anything, still hadn’t looked at you.

You cleared your throat, “I started to notice... signs of Marc after a while, and so I did something in hindsight I really shouldn’t have, I did some snooping, and found the storage locker.” Steven stiffened, but didn’t tell you to stop. “I wasn’t sure if you were lying, if you had some dark past you didn’t want me to know about, if any of it was real... And I didn’t ask, probably because I was afraid of the answer.”

“I realized you- or rather, Marc was Khonshu’s avatar that night, and that’s kind of when everything shifted. I started to wonder if this was all some ploy orchestrated by Khonshu and Sol to set us up, if I would be in danger if I confronted it, I just- there’s not really any excuse, I was sort of just... scared.” Stevens thumbs stopped moving, and finally he turned his head and looked at you. He didn’t cry, didn't scream, he just looked disappointed.

You bit your lip, “But I'm sorry, for not telling you who I was sooner, for lying, I’m sorry for all of it, and I'm not sure if things can ever go back to before, but you need to know, that I'm not leaving you to deal with this on your own, and that every step of the way, I’m right there with both of you.” your voice was even, assured.

Steven’s expression softened, and he nodded. “Okay,” he said, “I forgive you.” you looked at him, startled. “Just like that?” you asked, disbelieving. And finally after, days of yearning to hear it, you heard Steven laugh. “Yeah love, just like that.” he smiled, you smiled back.

All of a sudden, it seemed an air of idiotic confidence over to took you, because you said,

“also i’m like really, super sorry about fucking Marc but it kinda just happened, and I was horny and you’re both just insanely attractive and it’s like, I've liked you for so long and I sort of just-”

Steven clamped his hand over your mouth before you could embarrass yourself any further. You were panting into his and by the time he did, eyes wide and anxious, his just as much. Only he was blushing like a maniac, and you were in the process of getting there.

Steven sputtered, he was utterly perplexed, unsure of how to even start. The girl he’s literally been hopelessly in love with for months just confessed to liking him in the most chaotic way possible. Everything was calm, everything was settled, and then you just threw that in there like an axe to his face. Better late than never to dress the elephant in the room he guessed.

He looked into your eyes, and the first thing he saw was fear, most likely, fear of rejection.

“You like me...” Steven stated, you nodded slowly unsure. Steven breathed sharply through his nose, and removed his hand from your mouth. Trying to focus on the matter at hand, and not on how close you were to him right now.

Your lips were clamped together, in favor of keeping any other idiotic from words flying out. Steven nodded, “Okay, well... That’s good then, because I've been bloody mental about you from the moment we met.”

You swore you could feel your brain short circuit right there. You had waited so long to hear those words, so long that it was painful. Steven Grant liked you, and you felt like a fucking higschooler, because fuck, if the thought alone didn't make your heart flutter...

Steven’s tongue prodded against the inside of his cheek, he debated saying the words that were swimming around in his head at the moment, and he really wouldn’t had said them, if not for Marc’s chiding tone in the back of his head.

“If you don’t fucking man up and take her, I will, gladly.”

If there was one thing Marc Spector knew how to do, it was how to push Steven Grant too far.

“And if I'm being honest, I wasn’t really upset about the fact that Marc slept with you, I was more so upset that he beat me to it.”

...

Oh? you internally thrummed.

It was with that, that Steven had unknowingly released an entirely new side of you. You quirked one eye brow, and sat up, nervous attitude nowhere to be seen. A slow smirk was beginning to form on your lips.

You leaned forward, “is that so?” you purred, Steven practically coughed, as you placed both hands on his shoulder and pushed him back. He almost went into cardiac arrest, as you straddled him and begun to slowly grind your core against his.

“Y-yeah...” he whispered, all he could think as he observed your tussled hair and lazy smile, was how incomparably gorgeous you looked.

You tutted lowly, and let your head fall the side, as you looked him up and down affectionately. “Well then, I hope you’re prepared to finish what you started.”

I was with that, you pushed forward, and finally captured his lips with your own.

From the get go, kissing Steven was different from kissing Marc. Steven was sweet, unsure. His lips almost seemed softer at how they nervously chased after you, in contrast to how Marc’s lips bruised and tugged. You didn’t prefer either, it was the best of both worlds.

Steven whimpered into you mouth as your hands tangled in his hair, and your tongue slipped between his lips. Steven may not have been experienced, but he appeared to be a quick learner, because within minutes he had you panting and mewling in want.

His arms encircled your middle, and his thumbs messaged your sides as you pushed you head against his in a needy fashion.

You experimentally decided to remove one hand from his hair, and pivot more to the side, in order to slip it down his pants. Steven’s mouth detached from your own, and he moaned feverishly, as your hand softly stroked the base of his cock.

His eyes fluttered shut, as you rested you hand against his shoulder and whispered, “Is this okay, baby?”

He groaned at the sweetness that dripped from your tone, “Fuck, it’s more than okay love.”

He leaned back on his elbows, and watched as you tugged Marc’s sweatpants down completely. He couldn't help but moan at the sight in front of him.

There you were, on your stomach, Steven’s throbbing cock in your hand, gazing up at him with the prettiest pair of eyes he had ever seen. And nothing could prepare him, for the utter bliss that he experienced when you popped the length of him in your mouth, in one fluid motion.

His head fell back and he let out a strangled moan. You begun to bob your head up and down, cheeks hallowing, spit dribbling. You honestly weren’t sure what came over you, there was just something about Steven that made you want to take care of him. He was just so pretty.

You swirled your tongue around his swollen tip, drowning yourself in every breath he would hitch, every sigh and moan he would admit.

Meanwhile, Steven was trying to hold on for dear life. The feeling of the velvety walls of your mouth, your soft hands around his base, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He should’ve been embarrassed at how quick he was about to be finished, but he was more focused on the tears building on your waterline as you looked up at him, and how simply sexy they made you.

You resisted the urge to gag as Steven’s cock brushed against the back of your throat, though this wasn’t your first experience with Steven’s body, you couldn’t help but almost laugh. For all his shyness and self doubt, he wasn’t exactly small. You could still manage to fit your hands around him even as you took in as much of him as possible. It was so completely erotic, and you loved every second of it.

Steven couldn’t even form coherent sentences, just babbling strings of words that consisted of your name and every swear he could muster.

It was when your fingers brushed and closed around his balls, that he lost his ability to hold on.

He tried to move back, but you didn’t let him. Gripping his thighs, you simply allowed his cum the flow into the back of your throat, humming happily at the sensation without a care in the world.

You released this length with a pop, and breathed slowly, licking your lips without quite meaning to. Steven’s breath was heavy and uneven as he gazed at you, he looked like he still couldn’t quite believe that any of this was happening, that he would be blessed to have you in the way he did.

“Ah- um, I-i’m sorry I just,” Steven rambled, you shot forward and silenced him with a peck, smiling fully at his innocence.

Steven practically melted against you as migrated north and kissed the tip of his nose. You stared into his eyes, which were blown and misty, as you wrapped a hand around his wrist, and begun to guide it towards your clothed heat.

Steven practically jolted as his fingers cupped your sex, and his eyes widened as he registered, how completely wet and hot you were, soaked through your underwear. Your lips hovered against his as you whispered, “You feel that? That, is what you do to me Steven Grant.” Steven gulped, he was glad.

He brushed the side of his nose against your cheek and sighed, “I wanna make you feel good, but I don’t- I’ve never,” You cut him off, “It’s okay baby, I can show you.” You practically cooed at him, Steven could almost feel Marc’s judgement. He would never let him live this down, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Right now, all there was was you, and he was completely okay with that.

Steven nodded dumbly, and you held that same gentle smile, as you shuffled back, and tugged off his shirt in one quick motion, unhooking your bra in the same playful manor. You then brought your knees to your chest and begun to slide down your drenched panties. Steven could barely contain his arousal, and had to clench the sheets beneath him to stay calm, as you slid your underwear down your thighs, and completely bared your pussy to him.

He wanted to cry, god, you were just so pretty, every part of you. His stare lingers on your tits, of which he couldn’t wait to explore, to figure out the exact spots to suck and tug on to make you squeal, he would learn all of it, and would have the time of his life doing so. His eyes ran over your glistening folds shamelessly, it would be an image he would burn into his brain forever. Admittedly he had watched the situation between you and Marc take place, but that was different, almost like watching some porno that somehow managed to replicate his exact fantasy, this was real, this was raw.

You examined Steven’s reaction to your bareness, and in that moment you couldn’t decide what you liked more, his pretty big pupils, or his delicate parted lips. You couldn’t help yourself from grinning as you brought your legs down, and spread them in front of him, at this point, your underwear had long been discarded, tossed about the room most likely somewhere inconvenient.

Steven’s tongue jotted out to quickly drag across his lips as you laid yourself out in front of him, he had to admit, there was something about the control that you were giving him in that moment that turned him on, that ignited something he had never felt before. “Bloody hell, you’re so fucking beautiful….” He murmured. You chuckled, and nodded at him, giving him the go ahead to crawl over you, rest his hands on either sides of your head, and press a sweet kiss on your lips. There was no stopping the weak moan that left his mouth as he felt his cock brush against your bare folds, he could already tell, you felt divine.

He pulled back, and looked at you like you were the air in his lungs, like every breath he took, every second he lived, was you, completely. “Show me how to make you cum, Love.” You smiled, you had never been so ready to oblige. You held his wrist again, and took it from the side of you, causing him to shift his weight to the other. You guided him down, letting him drag his fingers down the swell of your breasts and the whole of your torso as you brought him to your pelvis, Steven couldn’t help but notice the small sigh you made as you brought him down the valley of your tits initially, he would remember that, and surely use it to his advantage later.

Finally, you brought his hand to your core. You picked up one of his fingers, and pressed it against your clit. Steven bit his lip as you sighed at the sensation, “You feel that, that little bead?” You asked breathlessly, Steven nodded. “That’s my clit, keep circling it, change directions when you feel like it, add pressure when I tell you to, and then we can go from there.” You let go of Steven’s wrist, and let him take the lead. The second he added pressure, you let your head fall back, and moaned. Steven took that as encouragement, and began to apply slow circles to your little bundle of nerves, causing you to hum and whimper accordingly.

After about a minute, you instructed him to add a second finger, and speed up, he did so, applying a moderately higher amount of pressure, causing you to feel the effects of euphoria even more. You didn’t know how long it had been since you had been in a position where a man had actually listened to you during sex, and applied your words to his actions to make you feel good. With Marc, there was a level of experience that caused you to give him the reins completely, with other men you had been with though, they had taken the lead without even asking, and for the most part did a shit job at it.

Steven on the other hand, was all too eager to please you, and took your criticism as constructively as one could, causing you to grip the bed sheets and moan lewdly like a bitch in heat. Meanwhile Steven was possibly the most focused he had been in his life, he watched your reactions carefully, and truthfully couldn’t fathom how he was pleasing you so proficiently. He had taken to repeating actions that seemed to garner the most positive reaction out of you, and so far, it was working in a way he couldn’t even being to understand.

“Oh, fuck, Steven, shit- just like that sweetie, just like that…” You whined, eyes closed, mouth parted in bliss. You hair created a halo around you as you sunk into the pillows, the backs of you hands where flat against the bed, your palms opening and closing depending on every move Steven would make. Nothing could prepare you however, for Steven changing directions suddenly, and pressing his fingers down hard, causing you to cum out of nowhere. Steven watched your legs subtly shake and how you threw you head back, the sound of you crying out playing In his head like a symphony he never wished to end.

You panted heavily as you reconciled with the after glow of your orgasm, Steven watching you with an affectionate attentiveness. He waited patiently for you to recover, his delicate, scared hands massaging your bare thighs. After a minute, you sat up, immediately smiling at him. “You did so good baby, that was amazing.” You hummed, Steven smiled back at you, a new sense of determination crossed over his face.

“I… I want to…” He trailed off, unsure how to phrase it, he felt like a knob. You understood, you got the message. “You want to fuck me?” Steven’s face beat red at your use of graphic language, but he nodded all the same. “Well, I probably would’ve said “make love” but I mean that works too I guess-“ “Steven,” “…Yeah?” “Shut up.” “Right- yeah got it.”

You crawled over to him once more, and within seconds positioned yourself on his lap, taking the lead. Steven nearly hissed as you rubbed your slickness against his throbbing member, you brushed your lips against his, and stared deeply into his beautiful brown eyes. You had waited for this moment for what felt like forever, you wanted to savor it. Which was why instead of immediately taking him, you decided to message his shoulders and gyrate your hips in a circle, relishing in the way his hands clasped your sides in restraint.

You buried your face in his neck, and without thinking bit down, hard. Steven tensed and damn near yelped, from either pain or pleasure, he had trouble deciding. You pulled back and admired your handy work, the outline of your teeth faint yet still noticeable. As your hips increased the friction you shared, you couldn’t help but beam at the fact that everyone who would look at that specific spot, would from now on know he was yours.

Eventually, Steven whimpered desperately, causing you to smirk and press a kiss to his forehead, “Do you want me honey?” you cooed, Steven gridded his teeth in impatience, and nodded. You smiled patronizingly at the poor man, “I need words, Steven.” You maniacally purred, at this point you were just being plain mean. Steven released a shaky sigh against your forehead,

“I’m begging you, please let me fuck you...”

He quietly pleaded, and that you decided, was enough. You raised your hips, and positioned his cock, which was slick with your wetness, in your hands. You placed his tip at your entrance and couldn’t help the adoring smile that graced your face at his soft, anticipating gasps. “I really, really like you Steven...”

And with that, you plunged yourself down.

There was a collective groan that flooded through the room from both of you at the sensation, your’s from the absolute fullness that penetrated you, and Steven’s from the warm walls that encased his length. Steven threw his head back, his eyes screwed shut as you sat there, mounted on him with a half lidded gaze. You allowed yourself to adjust to the sensation, to the hard and deep angle that he was positioned inside of you. You could already feel your legs starting to shake.

Finally, you began to move, raising your hips and dropping them slowly in a repetitive motion. Steven had never felt anything like this before, you felt like heaven wrapped around his throbbing cock. He basked in the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades, as you sped up ever so slightly. All the while you couldn’t help the whines that kept leaking out of your mouth, the smooth prodding sensation hurt so good.

You just kept going, rolling and rolling your hips up and down, tangling your fingers in his hair, biting your lips hard enough to draw blood. You expertly pressed your hands against his chest, pushing him back far enough to plant your thighs down and take him deeper than you could have ever thought possible, drawing a sharp moan out of the man under you. Steven’s hands clasped the bed sheets, as he felt every muscle in his body tense, and his senses practically go blank. All he could focus on was you.

There was a foggy, warm feeling building up in his gut, something he had never felt before, something only you could create. Your hands that moved from his hair, to his shoulders, to neck continuously were so warm. Every part of you felt like you were made for him, and he had never experienced such pleasure.

He cracked his eyes open to see a beautifully erotic sight, your tits bounced up and down with each movement, your head was dipped backward, leaving your pretty neck completely exposed. It was then Steven tried something he had never tried before, as your thrusts increased to a rough pace, he lifted one hand closed it around one breast, pinching and tweaking your nipple.

This action alone, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Steven liked the sound, more accurately, he loved it. He leaned forward in one swift motion, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his front. He enjoyed watching your hips sputter in delight, he enjoyed even more the feeling of your supple tits dragging against his chest.

You were in nirvana above him, the all familiar sounds of skin slapping together greeted your ears with every thrust, accompanied by your screams and Steven’s groans. Your nails damn near broke skin when you felt Steven lay a wet kiss against your throat. He mouthed and nicked all over your chest and neck, all while mumbling, “now we match...”

Steven loved the noises you made as you fucked yourself hard on his cock, “Fuck, shit, god, ah, oh,” were all now some of his favorite words. You were now set at maddening pace, your pelvis brushed against his roughly, the carnal drive to milk Steven fully corrupting and shaping your intentions. You voice was high and warped, your vision was starting to blur.

It was then, that you started to feel the all too familiar sensation of a rope tightening in your core. “Steven...” you cried desperately, “I-I’m gonna cum...” Steven nodded against your neck, and inhaled deeply, before deciding to take what you had taught him and put it to good use. He secured you with one arm, before moving the other the to bring his hand to your clit, it was then he pressed down a finger in the same rough fashion as once before. “Please, cum for me darling...”

And you did, hard. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as your legs gave out and you felt heat rip through your body, as you came with a scream. You were caught off guard however, as you suddenly fell back against the bed, and the same rough pace begun again. It was then you realized, as your vision cleared up, and you let out a desperate overstimulated cry, that Steven Grant was fucking you. Like actually, fucking you

Your eyes became glassy and mesmerized as you looked up at Steven, who’s angelic face was scrunched up in complete pleasure. You were overwhelmed with gratification, as he fucked into you in a crazed and hurried tempo. You couldn’t even make anymore noise, you could only allow yourself to let your mouth fall open in a silent scream. Well fuck, you thought, didn’t know he had it in him...

Steven gasped and grunted, “F-fuck... I’m almost there love... almost... Fuck!” And with that Steven pulled out swiftly, and came all over your stomach, the hot liquid spurting across you.

The room fell silent, as you both panted and heaved in unison. Steven rolled off you, sweat gliding down his body. He stared up at the ceiling, processing what just happened. You watched him for a minute or two, evening your breathing, memorizing the lines that made up the most beautiful face you had ever seen.

Steven then wordlessly pushed off of the bed, and walked to the bathroom. You began to slightly panic as you looked away, fuck, was he going to regret this?

You really hoped not, because you sure didn’t, not by a long shot. You heard the faint sound of water running, still forcing yourself to stare at the ceiling as Steven once was. Perhaps you’d find the answer to your worries in the cracked paint and water spots. You whipped your head to the side, as you felt the bed dip with a newly added weight.

There Steven was, with a slightly damp wash cloth, and a sweetly bashful smile. “Sorry if I got a bit ahead of myself at the end...” he trailed off shyly as he gently wiped the cloth down your torso, cunt, and thighs. For what felt like the millionth time, you smiled at him, all your doubts dissolving in one moment. Your voice was tired and sweet as you responded, “You didn't, I liked it a lot Steven...”

Steven smiled at that as he discarded the cloth in a hamper, and pulled the comforter out from under the both of you. Raising it once more to cover you. You instinctively cuddled to his side, as you basked in the coolness that admitted from his body.

No words were exchanged as you allowed your eyes to flutter closed, and Steven stared happily at nothing, only being able to think one thing. This was paradise, this was joy in the purest form.

....

“Damn, didn't think you had it in you buddy...”

Steven’s eyes closed in annoyance,

“Spector, I swear to god-”

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Ikemen Sengoku - Kicho

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Kicho: "You said I could touch you, Mai."

Mai: "Yes...Mn...ahh!"

I nodded honestly, and Kicho's lips made a mark as they touched my chest.

Kicho: “Red looks good on your skin.”

Mai: “T-This is embarrassing.”

I tried to hide it, but he easily caught my arm and kissed my wrist, smiling and narrowing his eyes.

Kicho: “Don’t hide it. It’d be pointless if I didn’t check everything.”

Kicho: “Or do you want me to tie you up again?”

Mai: “...........”

Just imagining being helplessly tormented and tied up sent a sweet shiver down my spine.

We kissed again and gradually exposed each other’s bare skin.

Kicho: “The full moon looks particularly beautiful tonight.”

Mai: “D-Don’t look at me too much.”

Kicho: “If I don’t look closely, I won’t be able to check for injuries.”

(He’s right, but I’m so embarrassed, I don’t know what to do.)

His fingers traced my arms, shoulders, neck, and down to my chest, as if to tell me where he was looking.

Amidst the blend of ticklishness and embarrassment, a subtle sensation of pleasure raged through me, causing my breathing to become ragged.

Mai: “Haa...ah...nnm...”

(My body is getting hotter from where he touched me.)

(And the pit of my stomach is tingling.)

Kicho: “Your reactions are adorable.”

Mai: “Ngh...ahh!”

I couldn’t help but gasp as he whispered in my ear and slowly moved his palm from my knee to my thigh and stroked it.

Mai: “I really don’t have any injuries anywhere.”

Mai: “More than that, I’d rather touch you properly as soon as possible.”

Kicho: “.........”

Mai: “Kicho? Ah…nnn…”

The kisses took away even my breath, making it impossible to think about anything else.

Kicho: "I see. Sorry for making you feel frustrated."

Kicho: "I'm done inspecting. From here on, I'll lovingly touch you."

Mai: "Okay, I'm glad to hear that. Nnn. Ahh!"

Kicho: "Mai."

I continued to scream, drowning in the pleasure given to me and the warmth of my beloved.

The next morning一

Mai: "What? He already left?"

Kicho: "Yeah, he said he was going to report the incident to Nobunaga."

(I wanted to thank Masamune again for saving me.)

I slumped my shoulders, and he placed his palm on my head.

Kicho: "If you want to thank him, we can just visit him in Azuchi."

Mai: "Hmm. Okay."

His hand, gently stroking my hair, took hold of my hand.

Kicho: "It's time for the meeting. Let's go, Mai."

Mai: "Okay!"

Everyone working in the trading post was gathered in the hall to discuss the incident.

Kicho: "As I mentioned, we've already caught the culprit."

Kicho: "The threat is gone, so from today on, I want each of you to go back to work in peace."

Everyone: "Yes, sir!"

(I'm glad the maids look relieved.)

Kicho: "Now, regarding today's schedule and work assignments..."

After explaining the incident, he began to discuss today's schedule.

Even I, observing the situation from the corner of the hall, smiled upon returning to the familiar scenery.

Kicho: "Lastly, Mai."

(Hm? Me?)

With that remark, everyone instantly focused their gaze on me.

(W-What is it?)

Kicho: "I'd like you to stay where I can see you."

Kicho: "As the head of the trading post, I understand the importance of fairness to everyone, but could you allow me to be a little selfish?"

Mai: "Huh? WHAT!?"

The sudden special treatment in front of everyone made my face flush.

He came closer and took my hand, looking straight at me.

Kicho: "You can resume your work, but please do it in my room."

Kicho: "Though I'm still restricting your actions."

Mai: "O-Okay."

Seeing me nodding, everyone responded with applause and smiles.

With my face completely flushed, I repeatedly bowed to those around me, feeling embarrassed.

(I never thought I would get special treatment in public like this.)

(It's embarrassing and awkward, but I can't help but feel incredibly happy.)

As everyone started heading towards their respective tasks, he whispered in my ear so that only I could hear.

Kicho: "Sometimes, people can't resist their instincts."

Mai: "Fufu. That's true!"

With my heart throbbing in excitement for the sweet, binding life that would continue for a while, I nodded in agreement.

Part 1╎Part 2╎Premium End╎Epilogue

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𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

»»———-Part 1┋Part 2┋Part 3┋His POV———-««

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

Man passing by: "This guy? Oh no, I've never seen him before. By the way, this portrait is so good."

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Women in the market: "Oh, I think I remember that one. That's exactly what I saw near Emma's bookstore."

Women in the market: "By the way, who did this portrait? It's very pretty, I like it."

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An elderly man passing by: "Oh, yeah. You'll see this guy often at the bar across the street. He tends to start drinking every evening."

An elderly man passing by: "By the way, this picture is brilliant. You have captured the characteristics of the person, and at the same time, it is charming."

An elderly man passing by: "I bet the person you drew is a mischievous and lovely young lady, hahaha!"

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Emma: "So it turns out that Prince Gilbert is looking for someone who is a regular at the tavern…"

Emma: "I see that Prince Gilbert's paintings are lovely!"

Gilbert: "Hey, little rabbit. Are you picking fights with me?"

Emma: "No! I just gathered testimony and made statements based on facts."

We went into a café with a view of the bar and had to kill time with Prince Gilbert until the person we were looking for showed up.

On the table, we ordered pastries, tea, and...

Then there are the improvised portraits of the person drawn by Prince Gilbert.

(The picture depicts a man in his 40s, but for some reason, he is deformed in a cute and charming way...)

Gilbert: "I wonder. Like the last old man... I'll hit my pinky on the corner of the table today and break a bone, probably."

Emma: "I'm afraid that when Prince Gilbert says it, it's really going to happen."

Gilbert: "Well, it's okay. I've made progress thanks to you. Thanks for your help."

(I think Prince Gilbert could have done it by himself if he had asked around.)

The people in the city do not know that Gilbert is a Prince of Obsidian.

If you don't know anything about him, everyone will gladly give him information because he is a nice young man with a refreshing smile.

Emma: "Who is this man?"

Gilbert: "Secret."

Emma: ". . . . ."

Gilbert: "I won't tell you even if you look at me like that. Because you won't be involved in this forever."

(I lent a hand without thinking, but I wonder if it's okay.)

Cafe clerk: "Thank you for waiting. Here is the cake for your birthday."

(Oh, here it comes.)

The waitress brought a pure white whole cake decorated with roses made of sugar candy.

Gilbert: "I knew you were ordering something in secret."

Emma: "It's your birthday today, isn't it?"

Gilbert: "You remembered."

Emma: "In many ways, it is unforgettable."

Last year, the celebration itself was a trap by Prince Gilbert.

(But I don't feel any ill will this year.)

I have accumulated memories with Prince Gilbert, even though it was only for a short time.

Though he is a prince of an enemy nation who was and still is trying to trample on Rhodolite.

Apart from that title, he has a strange charm that makes it hard for me to dislike him.

Gilbert: "You never learn."

Gilbert: "You'll be betrayed by me just like last year, you know?"

Emma: "Then please don't betray me. This cake is exquisite, isn't it?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, are you trying to bribe me with this?"

Emma: "I didn't mean to... But let me celebrate your birthday honestly at least."

Gilbert: "I don't think you're dealing with the right person."

Emma: ". . . . ."

Gilbert: "But I'll take your good will, little rabbit."

Gently softening his eyes, Prince Gilbert makes me hold his own fork.

Emma: "... What's this?"

Gilbert: "I'm waiting for an 'ahh'?"

Emma: "I don't want to."

Gilbert: "Oh, do I have to tell you again?"

(To do or to be forced to do...)

There are eyes all around. Prince Gilbert is a conspicuous looking man, so I felt glances here and there.

(I'm too embarrassed... But I don't think I can refuse, and the other person is the main character of today's birthday...)

I scoop out a hearty portion of cake and bring it to his smiling, cheery mouth.

I felt like I cut it into too big a piece, but it fit nicely in Prince Gilbert's mouth.

Emma: "How do you like it?"

Gilbert: "One more bite."

(It's like a birthday present until you enjoy teasing me.)

I feel like crying, but I continue to feed the cake to him without a care in the world.

I could feel my face heating up, as if we were like lovers, but Prince Gilbert was unconcerned.

Gilbert: "I wasn't into sweets before, but I got a taste for it here at Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "Now I like sweets. It's your fault, isn't it?"

Emma: "... I'm glad you liked it."

(I wonder why Prince Gilbert's jokes are always bad for the heart.)

Prince Gilbert, who had been smiling happily, suddenly turns his eyes out the window.

I felt the atmosphere change for a moment, and I followed his gaze.

A person resembling the man in the painting was just entering the bar.

Gilbert: "After we've eaten everything, shall we go somewhere else?"

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Emma: "That man... He drinks all alone, doesn't he?"

Gilbert: "It seems so. It's lonely."

Prince Gilbert and I proceed to drink the pomegranate juice at a blind spot from the man seated at the counter.

Prince Gilbert's appearance was the same as when we were at the café, but I was strangely nervous.

(Maybe it's because it looks like I'm following you.)

Hmmm... When I unconsciously took a breath, Prince Gilbert put down his glass and crossed his arms.

Gilbert: "Hey, little rabbit. Has anything changed around you lately?"

Emma: "Things that have changed..."

Emma: ". . . . ."

It's not that I don't have an idea. In fact, my heart was in turmoil, wondering 'how did he know?'.

Gilbert: "Whatever you have to say, just say it."

(I've never told anyone about it.)

Prompted by a friendly smile, I hesitantly opened my mouth.

Emma: "I think it's just my imagination, but sometimes I can feel someone's gaze on me."

Emma: "On the way home from the bookstore... I turned around, but there was no one there..."

Gilbert: "Oh, is that your stalker?"

Emma: "... I don't know."

Gilbert: "You're so cute." // "You're pretty."

Emma: "Is that so...?"

Gilbert: "Yeah, probably the type who unknowingly loses every guy she meets."

(Am I being teased again?)

When I raised my eyebrows, Prince Gilbert chuckled unusually.

Gilbert: "But don't worry. I don't think you'll ever feel the gaze again."

Emma: "How did you--"

Emma: ". . . . ."

(... Oh, that's strange…)

(I didn't drink alcohol, but…)

(Oh my God, I suddenly feel so sleepy...)

Gilbert: "Because you're my only prey. …Right?"

»»———-Part 1┋Part 2┋Part 3┋His POV———-««

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levis-coffeecup · 1 year

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Chapter 17 | The Ocean in between

WC-4.6 k

Content/Warnings

canon- compliant, canon-typical violence, descriptions of PTSD, grief, depression, heavy angst and themes, strong language.

Author's note:

Heyyyy guys, it's been so long!😟I'm getting a little emotional as I type this... uploading a new chapter again, feels so nostalgic. And I'm really really sorry for keeping you hanging for tooo long.

I don't know how many of you are still here, but I did manage to re-write chapters 17 to 20 (with a better plot in my opinion.) And a well deserved book and life update awaits at the end of the chapter!

Some of the scenes remain quite the same, in the new chapters as well. If you've read them before then I recommend you just skim past them (they only have minute dialogue changes). For this chapter the first scene remains the same, but the 2nd and 3rd scene are quite different.

The themes and the challenges in the coming arc, obviously remain the same, because the characters haven't changed. But things unfold a little differently. You'll spot the difference as the story progresses. (Mainly the plot for the arc has changed, but the essence remains the same.)

The song for this chapter is Christmas Tree by V.

I hope you like it. (And please do let me know about any grammatical errors you've found. I'm really sleep deprived🤡🤌)

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NOV 846

“Humanity’s Strongest, huh?” Raz says as she looks down at her strawberry milkshake. Fiddling with her straw and stirring the drink again. Then she pops the straw into her mouth, and slurps loudly. “So do his muscles flex with his every movement?”

“RAZ!” Mae exclaims as an embarrassing red starts to fill up her cheeks, “he doesn’t walk around the house naked!”

“Oh…that's boring,” she drones out in a bored tone. And she remembers seeing that short man, dressed in a cloak, always sitting at the corner in the tavern. She remembers how his gaze would be stuck on Mae, and how he would show up everyday.

And he still shows up to this day. It feels like nothing has changed, except the now cordial behavior of both parties towards each other. “So when did this happen… between you guys?”

“2 weeks back,” Mae mutters as she looks down at her drink to hide the smile that forms on her face, as she remembers how this past month has passed by.

With Levi getting pastries for her every alternate day, and having tea with her in her room, after her shifts at the tavern.

Something in him changed when she spoke to him the other day, something in him made him take the initiative. And no longer was he the awkward, inexpressive man who would follow her back to her room everyday.

Instead, he started walking with her and asked her about her day.

And then one day, in the daunting sunlight he came to her doorsteps. “I want to live without any regrets as well,” he said, with his cheeks beet red. And Mae was sure it was because of the feelings that he was trying to express, rather than the scorching afternoon heat.

He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, and shied away from meeting her gaze. Then his stomach grumbled, and she looked away, a little embarrassed of the measly cup of plain rice she was planning to have today.

She still offered him to have lunch with her though. With hesitance in her tone. But he just simply nodded his head left and right, as he said, “ I'm not the one struggling with money here.”

And how could she say no to the thoughtful man in front of her, who was trying to keep her needs in front of his. How could she not discard the few doubts in her head, when she had been a witness to how caring he had been to her the past few days.

She had to give him a shot, she had to give this relationship a chance to spring. She knew it.

“2 WEEKS BACK! And you’re telling this to me now?” Raz’s squeals, breaking Mae’s trail of thought.

“Y- yeah… “Mae stutters, “I was still accepting the fact that w-we… we are lovers now… It's quite hard to believe, you know?” Deep red settles on her cheeks, and Raz lets out a hearty chuckle, as she sees the lovesick condition of her friend.

“Oh god! Look at you Mae,” she squeals. “Reddened , and sporting his olive green coat as well.”

“T-This, “A soft smile settles on Mae’s face, as she leans into the palm of her rested arm. “I stole it from Levi so that he comes to meet me today.”

And Raz can see the adoration that fills her eyes when she speaks of him. One day, she would like to interrogate Levi as well, to see how he is and what his intentions are.

But she also knows that it isn’t needed, because Levi’s intentions are clear as the daylight.

It's clear that he loves her, and all he wants is the best for her. Even when times got tough, he was ready to keep his feelings aside, and let her slip away and marry a man he thought would make her happier.

“You get red just at the thought of him.” She hums, and then her gaze falls down. “Just don’t forget me amidst all that goes on between you and your lover.”

And Mae puts her hand forth and places it on her, sensing her fears. There was once a point in both of their lives, when they were the only ones for each other.

They even lost their families the same way. In that cruel Reclamation mission. But while Mae tried to save her parents by collecting money, come what may. Raz’s parents used every single penny in their savings to get their daughter out of the mission, and sacrificed themselves.

But the end was the same, they were both left all alone and family less.

Mae didn’t know there had been so many people who had suffered the same fate as her.

And even though she has Levi as well now, Raz just has her, and so she makes a resolve to still prioritize Raz and make her feel important and loved as well.

“You don’t have to worry about me forgetting you at all.” Mae smiles, as she squeezes Raz’s hand. It's a sweet comforting moment for both of them. They’ve come far from where they once were.

“By the way, do I look alright?” Mae asks out of the blue, as she tucks in a few strands of hair, behind her ear.

And obviously the lack of sleep, due to all the jobs Mae’s working still shows its effect on her. But no one can deny the glow on her skin, and the way her eyes light up when she thinks of him.

It just feels like the kind of love that is so much more than physical attraction and lust.

And Raz can’t help but grin at the question. “You look beautiful in olive green”

Mae grins, hoping she can pull out a compliment from Levi as well today. “Thanks Raz.”

“So what do you guys do after your shift ends?” Raz’s eyes glint with amusement. “I’ve seen you leave the tavern with him… do you bang each other in a secluded corner of the city?”

“RAZZ!” Mae squeals, Eyes wide and eyebrows raised all the way up. “That is so inappropriate.”

“Doesn’t mean you guys don’t do it.” she smirks

“W-we don’t do anything like that… he just drops me home. And for your information, we are taking the relationship pretty slow… very slow. So slow that it would be boring for you. Because it's a big step for Levi to even get into one, so I don’t want to bombard him into anything.”

But a teasing smirk still rests on Raz’s face, thoroughly enjoying how coy Mae has turned at the topic.

“I mean we are so busy, so it's not going to happen anytime soon” Mae continues on, ”On weekdays he drops me off and that's all, and on the weekends I always go to meet him, and he makes me tea and that’s all. And well we haven’t even…kissed each other yet… even though I want to, really badly.”

And Raz giggles out loud as she sees the seriousness on Mae’s face. ‘Well, I hope you get your kiss today then?”

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The air feels cold and Levi wraps his olive green cape around his shoulders, to keep himself warmer.

Mae’s taking longer than usual. The wait makes him nervous, and so does the thought of meeting her. And he can’t help but drum his fingers as he stands in front of her door.

The distant sound of her footsteps falls on his ears. His posture straightens, and he swoops his hair behind his ear, making sure everything is alright, as he braces himself to face her. The woman who makes his heart feel fuzzy with her mere existence.

“Levi!” The door creaks as it opens. And in front of him stands Mae. Wearing his Survey Corps cape, with her hair tied back in a decorative braid. And black kohl outlining her warm brown eyes.

“We’re matching,” she blushes, and she coyly looks to the ground, unable to match the intensity of Levi’s stare. She hopes she looks as close to perfect.

And Levi stands awkward. Voice lost in the influx of nervousness, and the beauty of the moment. It's one of the times where he finds himself a little too mesmerized by how things have turned out for him.

The only thing he finds himself capable of doing is to stand and stare.

“Won’t you come in?” Mae’s brows furrow at his stillness. And after a second’s wait, she takes his hand, and pulls him inside. “I read something interesting today, it's about this thing called the ocean,” she gushes as she makes him sit on her cot and then plops down right next to him.

A book lays half open on her pillow, and she picks it up and turns a few pages until a big hand drawn illustration opens up. ‘The ocean’ it’s labeled. And wide and expansive it stands. Stretching to the skies, and running through the horizon.

“Apparently it's all water, and not just regular water, but salt water. Isn't that crazy?” Her enthusiasm radiates in waves that would deluge any normal person. It's infectious.

“Salt is so rare and expensive for us.… And the ocean is soooo big that it is only a little smaller than the sky. And it’s said that a million other organisms live inside it…. Live inside the water? Doesn’t that sound impossible.” Mae rambles, in her stupor. And Levi closes his eyes, trying to visualize what she is saying.

It's hard.

The space between them is miniscule. He can smell her lavender scented lotion and feel the warmth of her skin.

The distance between them is miniscule. It's the only thing he can focus on. And yet he wants to erase it, and press his side body to hers, so close that no force of nature is able to rip them apart.

And when his eyes open and find hers, he feels like a small boatman, lost in the ocean of her love.

It’s overwhelming. It’s intimidating. And he feels weak in front of her.

She’s his paddle, his guide in this new universe he’s immersed himself into. He has to cross her, he has to reach her. But she’s also the storm in front of him.

How will his delicate boat reach her shores?

“Is everything alright?” Mae places her hand on his cheek, cupping it. “You’ve been quiet, Levi.”

His hair is perfectly gelled. So neat and tidy, she wants to card her fingers through it and mess up how perfect they look

His slate-gray eyes, she sees perfection in them. Moments spent with him don’t seem to follow the rules of time. They fly.

Her heart pounds in her chest. And all she wants is to smash her lips into his.

The moment draws. There’s desire in her eyes and nervousness in his.

Mae’s question still hangs in the air. And all Levi knows is that if he would have had two hearts, he would lose both of them to her.

He opens his mouth and closes it. The fluttering in his stomach is almost dizzying.

“I-I’m in a h-hurry,” he mutters. It's the only thing he could think of, to save himself from the thoughts he can’t seem to voice out loud.

And Mae’s eyes fall to the floor. Disappointment heavy in them.

These are the only words he has said to her, ever since he’s come here.

“Oh… ,” she mutters, making herself small. A part of her wants to ask him to stay, but she doesn’t want to beg. And so she starts taking off his cape, that's what he is here for anyways.

The next couple minutes unfold in silence and stillness. Mae’s eyes flicker everywhere, unable to look at Levi’s figure.

She wants to talk to him more, but he wants to go. It makes her feel unwanted.

And Levi gets up, as soon as she places his cape in his lap.

There’s an invisible string between them, pulled taut with tension. A distance that grows larger and desires that have been left unanswered.

The sound of the door being pulled opened sounds painful to Mae’s ears. And she racks her brain for anything mildly interesting that would make him stay even a second longer.

“Ivan is getting married in two months,” she spouts out of nowhere. “...I’ll be traveling to Mitras for a few days, to attend the wedding.”

It's not any of Levi’s concerns but it's an event nevertheless, she thinks.

And Levi does turn around, an eyebrow raised up in seriousness. “You’ll take the ship?”

“No… a public cart probably… I don’t think I can afford the ship…” Mae trails off, and his lips turn into a grimace. He imagines her squished in the small cart with other people, traveling on bumpy roads for hours. The public cart is the slowest transportation of them all.

“I can pay for the ship…the public cart will take about a day, you know that right?” He urges, voice stern yet protective. “And it's an uncomfortable journey.”

“It's okay Levi… I don’t want to suck money off of you.” Mae smiles, the love in her heart slowly rekindling.

Their eyes meet, like the groundedness of the earth and the unruly current of water. Eye contact unwavering. And Levi knows she’s not backing down anytime soon.

“Fine then,” he sighs. “I’ll come with you.”

And at that, Mae isn’t able to contain the smile on her face. “Really?” she gasps and her face softens. “You’ll make time for me?”

Warmth starts seeping into Levi’s cheek. What he feels for her sprouts up in full force, and it shows on his face.

“I-I h-have to. Don’t trust you to not get yourself into trouble,’ he responds as he turns his back to her and sets a foot outside. Trying his best to act unbothered.

And his demeanor raptures her entire heart. From the way he stutters, to the burning blush that spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ear. She feels like she’s gotten everything she needs.

“Wait,” she jolts up in excitement, and bolts towards him. “I need to tell you something… it's a secret.”

“We are all alone, you can tell me about it.” he states, back still towards her and eyes fixated ahead.

And he gulps, as he hears the sound of her footsteps. They seem to have synched with the steady increase of his heartbeat.

“NO… it’s… it’s embarrassing. And what if someone with hearing skills like yours hears it?”

And he lets out a heavy exhale as he turns to face her. She’s standing on the door sill, just a step away from him. “G-o ahead.”

She takes a step closer to him, and stands up on her tippy toes to reach his ear. Placing her hand on his shoulder for balance. And he stiffens as he feels her breath tickle his earlobe.

Her rose tinted cheeks are only a few inches away. And his heart beats so loud at the moment, he’s sure she can hear it.

“So….” Her voice trails off, and Levi’s patience wears thin.

For a moment her breath stills against his skin, and then a peck lands on his cheek, and for the first time in years, Levi is slow to react. He is slow to come back to his senses, and the hand that reaches up to the spot where she pecked him and remains there is slow as well. The only thing that seems fast is the way his cheeks turn beet red.

And slowly his flustered face turns into an annoying scowl. And now he looks like a kid who's pretending to be angry, with his cheeks puffed and a pout on his face.

Mae starts to step back, away from him with the dorkiest smile on her face and her hands behind her back.

“Oi, y-you b-b-brat.” Levi tries to speak in a demanding tone, as he steps towards her. And laughter ripples from her chest as she quickly closes the door in his face.

And as she leans against it, keeping her hand on her gushing heart, she can’t help but think about the feeling of his skin on her lips.

So much planning and plotting for a single peck.

But with Levi this is all she gets. These small moments and these subtle touches.

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Warmth still blossoms on Levi’s cheeks, as he sits in Erwin’s office, attending a meeting about the water issues the Survey Corps faced last summer.

Lauda and Dirk from the Logistics squad, sit opposite to him. Reading through a few reports kept on the table. The moonlight shines through the windows. And the sound of fallen leaves rustling plays in the background.

It’s the season of fall, but spring blossoms in Levi’s heart. Involuntarily, his hand reaches towards the spot where Mae kissed him. Her lips were there, just an hour ago.

The red on his face still hasn’t disappeared. He doesn’t understand how easily the thoughts of her distract him, even when she’s nowhere near him.

No one’s ever been so close to him.

And the cloak he wears smells like her now. It feels like her presence has washed over him. And weirdly he feels like wearing it instead of the newly washed one kept in his closet.

And he doesn’t understand how easily she makes him happy, just by her smile.

A pen drops to the floor, its metal cap rattling against the wooden floor.

And Levi blinks awake, straightening his posture, and focusing back on the meeting. Even though he does deem it unimportant.

“Because this castle is in the middle of a forest the only good source of water we have is the river.” Lauda urges.

“And the river is seasonal,” Dirk adds. “ We’ll end up facing the same water shortage, this summer, we need to build pipelines, if we want to stay here.”

The river… Levi thinks to himself. It was where he first met Mae.

All of a sudden all the foolish scenes he’s read in romance novels are playing in his life as well.

The butterflies in the stomach, the limitless joy, and the desire to just be with her… It has all come alive and painted his life in vivid colors. And he’s convinced that one of the characters has come alive and haunted him as well.

And as horrifying as that sounds he doesn’t have many qualms about it.

“But building pipelines will take up most of our budget. And this is an old castle, it’s going to be hard to cut through the stone.” Erwin interjects. “What do you think Levi?”

“Mhm.” Levi hums without thinking. Mind still lost in the miraculous unfoldings of his life.

“Levi!,” Erwin calls again.

And Levi snaps, startled. Eyes widening for a millisecond. Hastily he wipes off the smile on his face, and replaces it with a much suited frown.

“Are you doing okay, Captain.” Dirk asks, “You look distracted, and your face has turned red.”

And Levi can only clear his throat awkwardly, clearly caught off guard, and unable to utter a coherent sentence from his mouth. “Y-Yes.. you can go ahead.” He crosses his arms, and speaks with sternness.

“What we are proposing is, either we build pipelines to the water canals that run through Jinae. Or we shift headquarters because this water problem isn’t going away if we depend on the river.”

“The water has always been a big problem during summers.” Levi deducts, trying to be resourceful. “And this castle is old and worn down, there are quite a lot of things that don’t work well… Do you have any particular location in mind that fits our budget?”

“Yes, there is… Exactly why we brought this up now. It's the perfect time.” Lauda says, as she shuffles through her file. She pulls out a map, and spreads it on the center table. “It's in the eastern region of Rose, in the Karanes district.

Levi’s brows furrow. The suggested place is quite far from Jinae. And the Trost gate is what they usually use to step out for any mission.

Yet the water shortage was quite a problem last time.

A lot of training sessions had to be pushed back, and the horses were sent to the local stables, to protect them form the intense summer heat and the risk of dehydration.

“Well, I’ll have to go and visit the site first, before I land on a firm decision.” Erwin concludes. “But thanks for the input, Lauda and Dirk, the meeting is dismissed.. If you could hand me those papers please.”

“Of course commander, “ they salute and head off. And Levi gets up as well, preparing to get back to his quarters and catch up with his paperwork. But much to his dismay, someone stops him.

“Levi… Stay back for a moment.” Erwin calls out and Levi tenses.

And slowly he turns behind, the frown on his face, apparent.

Erwin points towards the chair in front of his desk. And with the sly expression playing on Erwin’s face, Levi knows that some shit is brewing in his head.

He groans. It reminds him of the insufferable talk sessions he had with Erwin, when he started at the Survey Corps.

But what choice does he have anyways? So he curses under his breath, and sinks back into the chair, with his arms folded.

“So I guess you’ve started dating then?” Erwin breaks the ice. Placing both his elbows on the table, and leaning forward. An eyebrow raised in mirth “How long has it been?... 2 weeks I’m guessing?”

“Pft, what?” Levi lets out a groan, attempting to act appalled. “What the fuck makes you think so?”

And Erwin smirks, like the know it all he is. Which means he’s going to stick his nose into Levi’s business, until his curiosity is quenched. “Your handwriting has gotten sloppier, I find you smiling more often. and have you ever seen the expression on your face? Its-”

“Cut it “Levi glares, partially embarrassed. “You’d better shut your shitty mouth if you know what’s good for you.”

Silence settles, yet amusement still rests on Erwin’s features, it tests Levi’s patience in every way.

But he loses, and heaves out an exhausted sigh. It's tiring to act so stoic and grim when his life has become so beautiful all of a sudden.

For the first time in his life, he feels grateful to have something.

For the first time in his life, things have happened the way he wanted them to.

She chose him, despite all the times he messed up. She chose him over everyone else. It makes him feel special. It makes him feel worth something more than the war. And the glee can;t help but show on his face, however uncharacteristic it might be.

And Erwin wistfully smiles at the condition of his friend.

Never had he imagined, he'd get to see the rebellious underground thug, so soft and flustered. And empathy resounds deep in his sky blue eyes as he softly admits, “I once loved a woman too, you know… She was beautiful, as smart as a fox.”

And Levi leans forward, evidently interested now. Never had he thought a man like Erwin would find any value in love. “Where is she now?” He asks forth, curious.

Erwin’s features soften, gaze turning tender, and eyes almost pained. “She’s married to my friend in the military police… Living a comfortable life in Rose.”

And Levi’s brows arch up in realization. It all makes sense now… the letters Erwin sends to Nile Dok, even though he hates his guts. “Don’t tell me that friend is that Bastard… Dok.”

“Sadly, it is.” Erwin hums, getting a little lost in thought. “I was friends with him once, we were in the same training batch… Fell in love with the same girl.”

And Levi’s features soften,

He’d seen Mae with Ivan countless times. And he’d seen people tease her about their marriage. And even though he’s lived through Erwin’s pain for just a few months, it was still pure torture.

Sometimes, he swore that he could physically feel his heart break into two.

“Well her loss, for choosing such a dumbfuck,” he mutters, attempting to console his commander.

“Wasn’t her choice Levi… it was my decision.” Erwin’s voice frays. “I could never give her the life she deserved, and I-I loved her way too much to want a life like that for her, where I could die any moment, and leave her a widow… You know how life is with us, we never know which mission will be our last.”

And Levi's eyes widen. The cherry blossoms in his heart, slowly withering as guilt seeps into his mind.

As always Erwins speaks the harshest of the truths. And Levi will never be able to keep Mae above his duty and he'll never be able to give her the type of life he wants for her. Either she leaves him disappointed, or he dies and leaves her devastated.

And he feels the building tightness in his throat, as he sinks deeper into the chair.

How did he not see that this relationship is sure to turn into a tragedy as well?

And how did he get so lost in his emotions, and forget the theme that has played all over his life.

The atmosphere darkens, turning rather tedious. And the shift in Levi is something Erwin notices too. “I didn’t make you stay back to discuss all this depressing stuff.” Erwin mutters, a little stressed himself . “I- '' he hesitates. “I just want to ask something of you. I hope it's not something way too big.”

And Levi looks up at him, his eyes still conflicted.

“As the commander of the Survey Corps, I can only hope that you still continue to do your best. And I can only hope that you can keep your mind over your heart. Your logic over your emotions. And I can only… request you to keep your duty as a soldier over everything, because that’s what’s necessary for humanity.”

A barrier stands between them now. One of formality and power.Do you regret letting go of your love? Levi wants to ask, but he also knows that he isn’t ready for that answer yet. Especially when he already struggles to not regret so many things.

He’s being pulled into two ends, right at this very moment. The words said are tearing his mind apart. Shredding his sanity to pieces.

He just can’t picture giving up on something so precious to him.

But in the end he knows what the right decision is and of course it's painful.

And pain is not something new to him.

Pain has taught him discipline.

The emotionlessness starts seeping back into his features. Jaw clenching hard, and eyebrows slightly furrowed in their usual disapproval. And Levi’s face turns stone cold, as he flatly mutters, “Of course. Commander.”

My one year exchange in New York is almost close to its end (I know it's been sooooo long.. I'm sorry.)

Its basically a 2 year degree squished into 1, so the workload is really a lot. And even though a lot of months have passed by, I haven't been able to write as much as I though I would.

I'm done with chapters 17 to 20, so for the next 3 weeks, I'll be posting regularly. The next chapters are all halfway done, so I was thinking of uploading a chapter whenever I'm done with them (not regularly on a specific schedule). What do you think ?

I promise that I'll not leave this book unfinished. But I don't know how long it will take anymore. And I don't want to compromise on the quality.

Also I've had to take a lot of breaks while writing, so please do let me know if there is any change in the quality, or any suggestions to make my writing better.

As always, I'm open to any constructive criticism and feedback.

Thank so much for being so patient with me and this fic. And thank you for reading as well!!!

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Rings, Ice and Everything Nice (FengQing Christmas Oneshot)

Summary:

“Huh?” Feng Xin lifts his head to see Xie Lian standing in front of the kitchen counter, right opposite him. Mu Qing is out at the moment so it’s only the two of them right now.

“You free this Christmas?” Xie Lian repeats, propping his elbow on the counter and resting his chin in his palm. “There’s a Christmas Market in town. San Lang and I were going to go but something sudden came up and now we can’t,'' Xie Lian rubs his neck, embarrassed. ”So we’re asking if anyone would want to go in our place. It’d be awful to waste that ticket.”

“Uh, I think so?” Feng Xin answers. He doesn’t have much to do on the 25th, so he might as well go to that Christmas market, could be fun.

Feng Xin invites Mu Qing out for a day at the Christmas market, it goes... pretty damn well. ___________________________________________________________________

Please note that I type some stuff in Cantonese in this fic and translations will be given after the paragraph.

Notes:

Hello, people. This is my first OFFICIAL fic on AO3, and it's a oneshot about our two favourite rival dumbasses at a Christmas Market. Since Christmas was rolling around and I really wanted to write something, I wrote it.

This was partially inspired by "Perfectly Warm" by thekeyholder on AO3, their oneshot is so good and so cute. Go check it out.

Please note that I did not beta read this and any spelling and grammatical errors shall be fixed when I feel like it... which is never.

And with that being said, I give you: THIS NON BETA READ MONSTROSITY THAT I POSTED A DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS, I MEAN WTF?

Rings, Ice and Everything Nice:

“You free this Christmas?”

“Huh?” Feng Xin lifts his head to see Xie Lian standing in front of the kitchen counter, right opposite him. Mu Qing is out at the moment so it’s only the two of them right now.

“Uh, I think so?” Feng Xin answers. He doesn’t have much to do on the 25th, so he might as well go to that Christmas market, could be fun.

“Great!” Xie Lian claps his hands together and pulls out his phone. “Thanks so much. Oh, by the way, that ticket is for two, so you might want to get another person to go with you.”

“Oh.” Feng Xin says. He rubs the back of his neck, clearly a bit troubled. Who would bother to come with him to a Christmas market at such a moment's notice? It was already the 23rd, everyone he knew already had plans for Christmas. Who would wanna go with him?

Xie Lian immediately notices that he’s a bit troubled. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned for his friend.

“Well, everyone we know already has plans for Christmas, so I don’t know if…” he trails off, deciding not to finish that sentence. Xie Lian seemed so happy to have someone to use those tickets, but if he didn’t have a plus one, then…

Xie Lian catches on immediately.

“Oh,” he says, face slightly falling. But then his face lights up again. “Why don’t you bring Mu Qing then?”

“Huh?” Feng Xin seems bewildered by the suggestion.

“Yeah!” Xie Lian smiles. “It’d be a great opportunity for you two to bond. Plus maybe you can get closer to him…” he adds that last part in a mischievous tone and a wink.

“W-what?” Feng Xin’s face starts becoming warm. Fuck, he caught on.

Xie Lian sighs. “Come on, Feng Xin. I know about your crush on Mu Qing. I just think that you should tell him.”

“What? No the fuck I shouldn’t!” Feng Xin “Also, why would he wanna come? He’d hate to go to the Market with me.”

Xie Lian sighs deeply. “No, he wouldn’t. Believe me. I’d know.”

“But-”

“Feng Xin,” Xie Lian holds up a hand. “I have known you and Mu Qing for most of my life, and I know how he feels about most things. I’m sure he’d want to go to the Christmas market with you.”

“But-”

“End. Of. Discussion.” Xie Lian says sternly, his tone hardens and his eyes narrow slightly. To anyone else, they wouldn’t notice much difference from Regular Xie Lian, but Feng Xin knows to stop arguing when Xie Lian uses that tone.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask him.” Feng Xin says in defeat.

“Great!” Xie Lian goes back to his regular smiley self. “I’ll give you the ticket via Whatsapp. It’s digital so you just have to show it to the staff at the entrance and you’re good to go.” he picks up his phone and types something. Within seconds, Feng Xin feels a buzz in his pocket and he knows immediately that Xie Lian just sent him the ticket.

“Well,” Xie Lian pockets his phone. “I better get going, San Lang is waiting.” he picks up his bag and opens the front door. “You guys have fun at the Market!” and with that, he steps out and shuts the door.

And now Feng Xin is alone in the kitchen.

“Ugh…” he picks up his phone and dials Mu Qing’s number, his finger hovers over the dial button for a minute. He finally relents and presses the button. Mu Qing answers within seconds.

“This better be good, I won’t be back for another hour.” he hears Mu Qing’s voice ring out from the opposite end.

“Hey, Xie Lian gave me a ticket to the Christmas Market downtown. He said that he and Crimson Rain were planning to go together but they had something to take care of so they gave the thing to me.”

“Okay? So go by yourself. What does this have to do with me?” he can practically feel Mu Qing’s eyeroll through the phone.

“The ticket covers two people, so I need a plus one to go to the market, and since no one else is free, I thought that you were the next best option.” Feng Xin takes a deep breath. “So, wanna go with me?”

There is a long moment of silence between them when he says that.

“Alright. What time are you free?” Mu Qing finally says. “I have time around 7 on the 25th.”

Feng Xin’s heart does some sort of somersault when Mu Qing says that. “Oh, uh. Same.”

“Then it’s settled.” Mu Qing says coolly. “I’ll be back by 5. Don’t forget to vacuum the place and defrost the chicken.”

‘Alright, geez.” Feng Xin says. “See ya.”

“Bye.” he hears Mu Qing say on the other end, then he hangs up. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

When the 25th rolls around, Feng Xin gets a lot more excited about the Market date, (Is it a date? He asks himself.) much to his own dismay and joy at the same time. He lies awake in bed the night prior, trying to fall asleep, but the excitement is killing him. At last, he falls asleep around midnight, after a nice session of trying his damndest to not think about the Market date but failing and at last falling asleep due to the built up exhaustion from all the work he did in the week.

When he wakes up, Mu Qing tells him that he’ll be out for most of the day, but will be back to go to the market with him. And that he should get ready before he gets back as it’s a long walk to the Christmas market. Feng Xin does not protest against this, and simply gives a nod at Mu Qing before he heads out.

The rest of the day, Feng Xin goes about his regular routine. Since it’s Christmas, it means that he had the day off from work, and the fact that it would be Saturday right after Christmas Day, makes it even better. He tries not to think about Mu Qing and the Market tonight, but also wonders at the same time why Mu Qing keeps going out of the house so frequently these past few days. Eventually, he gets the thoughts of Mu Qing out of his head, and settles down on the couch to binge some movies before Mu Qing comes back. He turns on the TV and puts the box of snacks on the coffee table, and before he even knows it, he drifts off.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Feng Xin jolts awake, he rubs his eyes and sees a fuming Mu Qing at the front door, he kicks off his shoes and puts the paper bag he has in his hands on the kitchen counter before walking towards Feng Xin.

“Do you even know what time it is?’ he yanks his roommate off the couch and shoves his phone in his face. 6:27 pm, it reads.

Feng Xin blinks a few times before realizing what’s happening and thinks. Oh no.

“Oh fuck!” he untangles himself from the blanket and makes a dash for his room for a change of clothes. It would take them a solid 30 minutes to walk to the Christmas market, and he just wasted a lot of time.

“I told you to get ready before I came home, and did you?” He hears Mu Qing scolding him through the bedroom door. “Oh my god we’re gonna be so late.”

“Says the guy who came home at 6:27 pm! You wasted just as much time as I did!” Feng Xin fires back at him.

“I expected you to be ready by the time i came back and we could head out as soon as I came back, god!” Mu Qing yells.

“Ugh!” Feng Xin yells in frustration as he ruffles through his drawers for something that would look remotely decent outside, but would still shield him from the winter cold.

At last, after ten minutes of non stop arguing and Feng Xin trying to dress himself in the nicest thing he owns (for the occasion, not to impress Mu Qing!), he steps out of the room and rushes towards the front door.

“Took ya long enough!” Mu Qing huffs, showing him the time on his phone, which now read 6:37. “Let’s go!”

Both of them ran out of their apartment at full speed. Only now did Feng Xin appreciate the fact that their apartment was on the 2nd floor and not the 15th, as he had originally hoped. Mu Qing insisted on the one on the 2nd, saying it would “allow for more natural light!” and “a faster trip downstairs.”

They were in such a hurry that they didn’t even have time to admire the beautiful Christmas lights that hung all around the city.

By the time they got to the location where the Christmas market was, Mu Qing’s phone already read 6:58 pm. They’d gotten there faster than they had expected.

The guard at the entrance scanned the ticket on Feng Xin’s phone and looked at both of them and chuckled. “You know, this Christmas market is really popular with couples.”

Feng Xin tensed up and he could feel the heat rising from his neck. He looked over at Mu Qing, who had frozen in shock.

The guard chuckled again and handed them two wristbands. “These’ll give you access to all of the attractions in the park, just show it to the staff and they’ll let you in. You kids have fun!”

Feng Xin took the wristbands and handed one to Mu Qing. They both wrapped them around their wrists and waved goodbye to the security guard before stepping into the winter wonderland that was the Christmas market.

“Wow…” Feng Xin said in astonishment of the Christmas market. Stalls were absolutely everywhere in the giant park that the market was set up in. Lights shimmered and the laughter of the children echoed throughout the park, and the falling snow that quickly coated the rooftops of the buildings nearby made the area look like something straight out of a fairytale.

“Don’t just stand there, you look like an idiot.” a voice beside him snaps him out of his trance. Mu Qing smiles teasingly at him. “Cmon, we came here to enjoy the attractions, not to gawk at the lights and stuff.”

“Hey, it looks beautiful here, can you blame me?” Feng Xin asks in defense, and Mu Qing rolls his eyes, but a small smile dances on his lips, and his eyes visibly soften when he looks at Feng Xin.

That sight made Feng Xin want to kiss him so bad.

“So uh… about what the security guard back there said,” he begins. “You know, about us looking like a couple.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess we do kind of look like a couple, huh?” Mu Qing answers him sheepishly, averting eye contact.

The two of them stand there in awkward silence for a while before Mu Qing finally breaks the silence.

“Cmon.” Mu Qing grabs his arm and pulls him over to one of the stalls. “I didn’t come here to do nothing.”

“The stall he had pulled Feng Xin to was a game stall, the girl manning the stall looked at their wristbands and gave them a rundown of how the game there worked. It was a very basic ring toss game. The more rings you land on the bottles, the bigger the prize you get. She gave them a bucket of rings and went to the side.

Feng Xin picks up one of the rings and aims for one of the bottles, he could feel Mu Qing staring at him behind him. He takes a deep breath, and throws.

The ring lands perfectly on one of the bottles.

“Holy shit.” he hears the girl whisper from the side, and Mu Qing seems to be gazing at him.

“My turn.” Mu Qing comes forward and takes a ring from the bucket and throws it at the bottles. It doesn’t land on any of them, instead, it hits the side of one of them and falls to the floor with a loud clang!

Feng Xin chuckles and Mu Qing glares at him. “You think this is funny?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Feng Xin admits, but before Mu Qing can get a word out, he steps forward and grabs another ring and shoves it in Mu Qing’s hand. He then goes up behind Mu Qing and holds up his arm to a certain height. This sudden close contact makes Mu Qing tense up. “You wanna make sure that a bottle is within your line of sight and make a decision on which bottle you want to throw the ring at. Next, take aim,” he raises Mu Qing’s other arm - the one that isn’t holding the ring, and puts it in front of him, making sure his index finger is pointing at a bottle through the ring. “And… throw!”

This time, the ring lands perfectly on a bottle, and Mu Qing is astonished by this. “Whoa…” he says.

Feng Xin smiles and picks up another ring. He throws it at the bottles, for it to land on one of them perfectly, as expected from the guy who got gold in all of his archery tournaments back in high school. They continue the game until the bucket of rings run out, joking around and teasing each other the whole time, with a majority of the rings landing on bottles and just a couple missed ones, it was no surprise that they’d won a pretty big prize.

“Here you go.” the stall girl says as she hands Feng Xin a giant black cat plush. “I’d recommend you give that to your boyfriend,” she points at Mu Qing behind him. “Gives off the same vibe.”

Feng Xin’s cheeks go red at this. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh really? Could’ve reckoned you two were dating, by the way he looks at you.” The stall girl comments, surprised. Mu Qing’s cheeks also heat up at this comment and he pulls his hood over his head.

“Uh, yeah okay. Thanks for the plush.” Feng Xin manages to say to the girl, who looks at him weirdly before shrugging and waving them goodbye. Feng Xin stuffs the plush

“Well that’s the second time we’ve been mistaken to be a couple.” He jokes to Mu Qing once they’ve walked away.

“Yeah, I know.” Mu Qing says, the red on his cheeks still not disappearing.

They stay like that for a moment, with Mu Qing not talking and Feng Xin looking at him while holding a giant cat plush.

“Well, uh, where do you wanna go next?” Feng Xin asks him to lessen the awkwardness.

“I don’t know, you pick.” Mu Qing answers him.

“Uhhh…” Feng Xin looks around them, there were a lot of attractions all over the park, but none of them really caught his interest, except for-

“You wanna go ice-skating?” He asks.

“What?” Mu Qing raises his head and looks in the direction Feng Xin is pointing in. Sure enough, there was an ice-skating rink smack dab in the middle of the park.

“Sure, why not?” He agrees and walks over.

They borrow ice skates from the staff working at the rink, and get on the ice within minutes, but there was one problem: Feng Xin didn’t know how to skate.

“Pfft,” Mu Qing tries to stifle a giggle when he sees his friend repeatedly trying and failing to get up from the ice once he slips.

Feng Xin sighs and gives up. “Little help here?” He asks Mu Qing.

“Nope, you got yourself into this, you get yourself out.” He says teasingly. “Alright, alright, I’ll help you.” He finally relents when Feng Xin glares at him. He leans down to grab his hand, but Feng Xin falls forward at him once he gets up again.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Feng Xin apologises to him once he realises how closely their bodies are pressed together, and tries to distance himself from Mu Qing, but with no avail, as when he tries to get back from him on the ice, he just ends up falling against Mu Qing again.

“Oh my god, just stop.” Mu Qing gives up, and just lets Feng Xin lean against him for now. “Follow my lead.” He grabs Feng Xin’s hands and guides him across the ice, trying his best not to let him fall again, and throughout this entire process, Feng Xin is just mesmerised by how pretty Mu Qing looks in the multicoloured lighting of the rink.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could skate.” Feng Xin remarks. “You're really good.”

“Thanks.” Mu Qing looks away for a quick second. When did all the fighting between him and Feng Xin suddenly turn into playful banter and jokes and suddenly now, basically flirting? Unbeknownst to him, Feng Xin was thinking the same.

Mu Qing takes a deep breath. “Feng Xin, I have something to tell you…”

“Y-yeah?” Feng Xin’s breath hitches and they skate to a stop.

Mu Qing turns around to face him, eyes softer than usual and the way his hair reflects the lights around them just makes him look… ethereal. (Yeah, Feng Xin can’t take the bi panic.)“Listen, I’ve kind of liked-”

RIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!!!!

A bell rings in the distance and a staff member comes out.

“Alright, everyone, rink’ll be closing in ten for cleaning and maintenance! So everyone who’s still in here, please leave the rink before we force you out!”

“Oh! Seems like we have to get out of here.” Mu Qing says awkwardly, separating his body from Feng Xin’s and grabbing his date(?)’s arm and leading him away from the rink.

Once they’re out of there, Feng Xin thinks about what just happened.

So basically, Mu Qing and him got really close, like, really really close, he just guided him through skating and holy fuck that last part…

That last part.

“Are ya deaf?” Mu Qing’s voice rings through the air, cool and calm, but there was definitely a mischievous undertone to it.

“Huh, sorry what?” Feng Xin snaps out of his thoughts. “Yeah sorry I couldn’t hear you.”

“I asked where you wanted to go next, dummy.” Mu Qing rolls his eyes, but Feng Xin knows it’s only in a teasing manner. “I’ve been asking you for the past minute, and you didn’t respond, almost like you were deaf or something.”

“Uh,” Feng XIn scans the area around them for something interesting to go to. “Wanna go there?” he points at a very dark building in the distance, but it was already pretty obvious what it was.

“Ugh, there?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes again. “I swear, that place is the least frightening place I've ever seen.” he says, obviously trying to cover up the fact that he was creeped out by the house.

“Still looks fun though.” Feng Xin smiles. “What? Is Xiao Qing-er scared?” he adds teasingly.

“I literally just told you that that is the least frightening place I’ve ever seen.” Mu Qing says dryly.

“Then on second thought, no.” Feng Xin decides. That haunted house really did look a bit scary once he looked at it a bit clearer.

Mu Qing notices him looking a little creeped out and smirks.

“做乜啊?阿信係唔係��咗啊?” he asks, trying to get a rise out of Feng Xin.

(Translation: What? Is A-Xin scared?)

“No, of course not!” Feng Xin says defensively. “Come on.'' He grabs Mu Qing’s arm and drags him towards the haunted house.

That sudden touch makes Mu Qing’s breath hitch and his body tense up, and he follows Feng Xin to the haunted house.

There were only a few people waiting at the haunted house, and for good reason. Now that Feng Xin got a way better look at the haunted house, he could tell that those people who worked there were not coming to play. The house wasn’t over the top looking like other haunted houses they’ve been to, the place looked like bad news, and if it weren’t for the fact that it was a park attraction, Feng Xin and Mu Qing would’ve avoided it like the plague, or COVID.

Once it’s their turn to step into the haunted house, Mu Qing tenses up even more, he grabs Feng Xin’s arm and yanks him closer to himself. This makes Feng Xin’s heart start breakdancing and doing somersaults in his chest, all the while singing corny Christmas carols.

The inside of the haunted house looked like something straight out of a murder crime scene, and from what research that Feng Xin had done on haunted houses, this was something good. It reminded him of the Winchester Mystery house he visited last summer and the McKamey Manor, only with less torture and death.

Mu Qing squeezes his arm tighter, trying to keep his head down so that he doesn’t see anything too scary.

“Ha, look who’s scared now.” Feng Xin teases in an attempt to get Mu Qing to calm down.

“Does A-Xin want to fucking die?’ Feng Xin can feel the glare, even though he can’t see it.

“No, but I’m pretty sure you’re gonna cut off my circulation with how hard you’re gripping my arm. “ Feng Xin says.

“Oh.” Mu Qing lets go of his arm and goes silent at his side.

Well that was kind of unexpected. Feng Xin’s arm feels cold without Mu Qing clinging to him like a koala.

They go through the haunted house slowly, with none of them saying a word, but Feng Xin can feel something was wrong, almost like someone was following him. He looks at Mu Qing, who by now has regained his composure and is walking steadily, but he can tell that he’s still a bit on edge.

Feng Xin looks behind him, but there was nothing there. He turns to Mu Qing. “Hey, you feel anything following us?” he jokes in an effort to get Mu Qing to stop being so quiet.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re just freaked out?” Mu Qing dryly, but he looks grossed out by the fake bloody handprints on the walls and looks over his shoulder.

“Hmm.” Feng Xin hums. “Maybe you are too?” he teases.

Mu Qing rolls his eyes.

They walk through the haunted house, everything’s uneventful for a bit, but Feng Xin’s weird feeling that someone is following them is getting stronger.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks Mu Qing.

“The exit’s that way, dumbass.” Mu Qing points at a door labelled “Exit”.

“Yeah okay, let’s go.” Feng Xin grabs Mu Qing’s arm and walks towards the door, but before he can open it, a figure comes up behind them and raises a knife behind their heads.

“痴孖筋!” Feng Xin curses and Mu Qing raises his fist, only for the figure to raise their hands over their head, and that’s when Feng XIn and Mu Qing realise: This is an actor for the haunted house.

(Translation for 痴孖筋: it’s a curse in Cantonese, and it means “FUCKING SHIT!” in this particular context, but its base meaning is basically just an insult for someone who’s acting insane.)

“Oh my god…” Feng Xin facepalms and Mu Qing rolls his eyes and opens the door to reveal the outside.

“Oh my god, you looked so freaked out back there.” Mu Qing teases Feng Xin once they’re a considerable distance away from the haunted house.

“Says you.” Feng Xin fires back. “You were gripping my arm so hard that it felt like you were going to rip it off.”

“Ugh.” Mu Qing groans, a bit of pink dusting his pale cheeks. “That was actually pretty fun, I won’t lie.”

“Yes, because us being stalked by what looks like a killer and being attacked by said killer is fun.” Feng Xin says.

“Awwwww, poor A-Xin, so scared of a fake killer?” Mu Qing says in a baby voice and throws his head back. “That’s fucking hilarious.”

Feng Xin sticks his tongue out at him.

“Seriously?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes. “Sticking out your tongue? That’s grade school level shit.”

“Speaking of grade school level shit…” Feng Xin says mischievously, raising a hand behind Mu Qing’s back.

“What the f-”

“I HIDE, YOU SEEK!” Feng Xin yells before taking off.

“Oh it’s on!” Mu Qing runs after him into the crowds.

They run for a while, uncaring of all the people staring at the fact that two grown men are running through the crowds like six year olds, and Feng Xin sees a gap between two stalls. Nice place to hide. He thinks to himself. He makes a dive for that gap, but Mu Qing is faster, as he yanks Feng Xin out of his hiding place before he’s even halfway in.

“Gotcha!” Mu Qing laughs and gets off of Feng Xin.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me.” Feng Xin rolls his eyes and smiles at his companion.

“Come on, I wanna go see the ice sculptures.” Mu Qing lifts himself and Feng Xin off the ground. “And I don’t want to be stared at by a bunch of strangers.” he adds under his breath, glaring at all the people staring at them.

They head for the ice sculpture building, and the queue progresses quickly, maybe due to the late time, but both Feng Xin and mu QIng don’t really notice the time. Instead, they are thrusted into a kingdom of ice and snow.

“Whoa…” Feng Xin says, brushing his hand against one of the ice sculptures that was shaped like a penguin. “These look so real.”

“Yeah, they do.” Mu Qing agrees with him. “Hey.”

“Huh?”

“Take a look at this.” Mu Qing points at an ice sculpture of two people in extravagant ancient Chinese robes. Their lips were pressed together and the one with a bun was dipping the one who had longer hair, flowing freely from his head.

“Holy shit, that’s beautiful.” Feng Xin says in astonishment.

“Yeah. I know right.” Mu Qing holds up his hand to brush against the face of the one with the bun.

“You want a photo with this?” Feng Xin asks him.

“Huh? Yeah sure.” Mu Qing goes silent for a moment. “But you have to be in it as well.” he tells Feng Xin.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Mu Qing shrugs, then turns to another visitor of the building. “Excuse me, would you mind taking a photo of us?” he asks the teenager next to him, over the sound of Feng Xin’s protests.

“Sure, why not?” The teenager agrees and Mu Qing hands them his phone.

“Why did you ask-” Feng Xin begins.

“Shut up, the kid’s already starting to take the photos.” Mu Qing hisses at him and pulls him closer. He flings Feng Xin’s arm over his shoulder and wraps his own around Feng Xin’s waist.

A minute or so passes, and the kid finally stops taking photos. “Thanks.” Mu Qing says as the teenager gives the phone back to him.

‘You two make such a great couple, ya know?” the teen tells them.

“Oh, uh. Thanks, I guess?” Feng Xin says, embarrassed, while Mu Qing hides his face in his hands.

“Yeah. See ya ‘round.” the teenager gives them a salute and walks away with their mother.

“Well that’s the-” Feng Xin begins.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Mu Qing says, cheeks pink. He pockets his phone and blows some hot air onto his hands. “Let’s get outta here, I’m freezing.”

“But we’ve barely even-”

Mu Qing is nearly out the door.

“哎呀⋯⋯" Feng Xin runs after him.

(哎呀 basically means: Aiya… and that punctuation mark after it is the Chinese equivalent to this: …)

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They continue walking through the Christmas market for a while, it was already pretty late, nearing 9 pm.

“So uh, what do you wanna do next?” Feng Xin asks the black haired man walking beside him.

“I dunno.” Mu Qing shrugs.

“Well…” Feng XIn scratches his head. “Wanna go see them light up the Christmas tree?”

“What?”

“Yeah!” Feng Xin says. “Xie Lian told me about it yesterday, he told me that they’re gonna light up the Christmas tree at the center of the park.”

“Well, alright.” Mu Qing nods. “What time?”

“9 pm.”

“Oh shit, it’s already 8:45.” Mu Qing pulls out his phone. “Well, if you wanna go see the tree light up then we better get going.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

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“You wanna get something to drink before we see the lights?” Feng Xin asks.

“Okay.” Mu Qing says. “Whatcha want?”

“Nothing too much. Maybe some tea or hot chocolate, you?”

“Yeah same.” Mu Qing says, then he notices a small stall in the distance. “That stall seems to be selling drinks, wanna go check it out?”

“Okay, let’s go.”

A few minutes later, both of them are holding hot chocolate and sitting on a bench, right in front of the Christmas tree in the center of the park.

“Hey, thanks for coming with me to this Christmas market.” Feng Xin smiles.

“Hm.” Mu Qing takes a sip of his hot chocolate. “I’m glad I came.” he says quietly.

“I’m glad you came too.” Feng Xin smiles and wraps an arm around Mu Qing’s shoulder. Mu Qing tenses up at first, but soon relaxes into the warmth of his companion.

They sit in silence for a while, just staring at the unlit Christmas tree, and the snow lightly falling from the sky.

“Feng Xin, why did you ask me to come?”

“I told you already, Xie Lian and Crimson Rain couldn’t make it, so they gave the ticket to me and since no one else was free, i asked you.”

“Oh…”

More silence.

“Feng Xin, is this a date?” he asks him, eyes wide with hope.

“I mean, if you want it to be.” Feng Xin whispers, staring into those beautiful black eyes, reflecting the Christmas lights around them.

“Yeah, yeah i do.” Mu Qing moves in, and the lights around them softly illuminate him, reflecting off his silky black hair and making him look even prettier than he did at the ice rink.

“Then uh… wanna-”

He doesn’t even have to finish that sentence before Mu Qing dives in.

Feng Xin’s brain short circuits at that. He’d’ve never imagined that this would happen, much less for Mu Qing to initiate the kiss. He ia frozen in shock for a few seconds, but relaxes and melts into the kiss.

When they finally break apart, Mu Qing’s face is red as a beet and Feng Xin is at a loss for words.

“Wow…” Feng Xin says. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Mu Qing mutters, trying to get rid of the deep red blush that’s taking over his face. “That wasn’t so bad.” he gives up on trying to get the blush to disappear and just smiles at Feng Xin.

That sight makes Feng Xin’s heart do somersaults.

“Hey Mu Qing.”

“Hm?”

“I’m so glad that you agreed to come with me tonight,” he takes a deep breath. “So, would you like to be my boyfriend?”

Mu Qing’s breath hitches and it takes him a couple moments before he answers.

“Yes, yes I would.”

Feng Xin dives in for another kiss, and the Christmas tree lights up behind them.

End notes:

Feng Xin, calling Xie Lian after the Christmas Market: holy shit. I went to the Market with Mu Qing and we did a lot of cool stuff and we kissed and I asked him to be my boyfriend and I think I love him?

Xie Lian, who has known for years and gave him the ticket to the Christmas Market just to get him and Mu Qing on a date:

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Hey, folks. Thanks for reading this fic of mine, and I hope y'all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Errors will be fixed when I feel like it... eventually, which is never.

Link to the AO3 fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43860684

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