To. You! — a heeseung smau (written)
CH 18: the starry night
warnings: kissing I believe, crying too? that’s it I think. Tell me if I missed anything.
wc: 446
As you walked out of the arrival gate of the airport, you saw many people waiting for their loved ones, or even fact that they could’ve gone to the wrong gate to get into the airport to catch their flight.
Through it all though you tried spotting your now boyfriend Heeseung, through the crowd. With his black locks, he was wearing a black turtle neck under a gray zip-up hoodie with a black mask. His tall figure gave away mostly his identity to you.
As you made eye contact with him, in which he exchanged back, he opened his arms to you, you, and just you only you.
You ran to him. In Heeseung’s arms, you guys exchanged heart-fluttering hugs. “I missed you a lot did you know that,” he remarked with you in his arms. “I did too,” you say, the sound muffled by the busyness of the airport. As he pulled onto your arm helping you with your luggage, “Let’s go, the weather is getting cold you shouldn’t get sick.”
As you were in the car with Heeseung going home, you noticed something a little different, he had missed the freeway to go home. “Heeseung-,” you say all confused. “Before we go home, I wanna take you somewhere, I need to tell you something,” he states.
As you arrived at the location, he got out, just standing there, staring up at the stars on the lonely dock. You get out of the car stepping up, next to him. He looks at the stars but not at you and says what his mom had told him about.
“Yn-ah”
“Hmm”
“My mom is making me leave for Canada,” he states, with sadness in his tone. What he said struck you hard, not in a good way, but a bad one.
“It can’t be that bad right? And you aren’t moving there. You’re just going on vacation right,” you say, knowingly gaslighting yourself.
“No, it’s permanent, and I may never come back.” With that statement, Heeseung doesn’t say a word after. Knowingly the fact that you and Heeseung have barely become a thing and now life has given you more problems to separate the both of you, made you upset. As tears flow down your cheeks, Heeseung turns around wiping them.
“No, don’t cry. My princess can’t cry,” he says hoping to lighten the mood, only to leave him in tears as well.
Maybe it was the thoughts that won your actions over, or maybe the fact that this was your only last chance to do so. You placed a soft kiss on Heeseungs lips. “You told me not to cry so now why are you crying?”
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ink to paper — k. ayato
mutual/oblivious pining + "don't look at me that way."
synopsis. yes, he thinks. what would he do without you? well, his schedule would be a mess, for one. and he wouldn't know how to cut bunny ears into his apples, either.
wc. ~1.2k
— for @kruinka and @ph-xntasy / @yuellii 🫶 | event masterlist ✉️
You've cut his apples into petit rabbits today.
The ink at the end of Ayato's brush has soaked through his page at least three times since he started scribing, big globs of black ruining what could have been a beautiful sequence. And the culprits for distracting him taunt him with their little red ears.
In fact, they've been sitting for so long that the flesh of the fruit is starting to brown. How long has he been unproductively glancing up and down between his paper and his breakfast?
He had told you that they were in season as a passing comment the last time he saw you—nothing more than a throwaway line to make conversation. Yet here you are, showing up at his table with a tray of his usual breakfast and something extra. Something hand-crafted and too cute for him to even fathom putting into his mouth.
It seemed that you had a special place in your memory for him. He could bring up the smallest wish and it would show up on his desk the next day.
It was your job to know him inside and out, after all. Your sole duty as his scheduler. Even so, you made time to do things outside of your job description if only to please him. You always looked so happy to see him, too. He's starting to wonder if you have a crush on him.
He glances at his clock. While he is busy with work, what harm would a few minutes do if he were to be a little distracted?
Kamisato Ayato cannot cook.
He remembers fondly the only time he had ever demonstrated his kitchen skills to you. After unpacking his favourite tempura from Uyuu restaurant, he proceeded to line the shrimp up on a plate and decorate it.
You found humour in his apparent lack of expertise in the kitchen, chalking it up to his spoiled upbringing. He hadn't believed you then, thinking that you were being too harsh as well as too distracted by the melody of your laugh to bother dwelling on it. But now he's here, trying to do something as simple as cutting apples and failing miserably.
What spurred him on to do this in the first place is beyond him. Maybe he thought that the smile on your face when you saw his efforts would be worth all the trouble, or perhaps he was seeking your approval since he admired your ever-growing list of skills.
From servant to sparring partner to cook to personal scheduler, you were quickly making yourself a regular part of his day. He envied your adaptability, having little opportunity as a noble to try.
He figured this would be a chance to start. To learn, if it were to make you happy or proud.
Oh dear. Who knew cutting apples was such a daunting task?
Ayato thought this would be simple—cut some apples into cute shapes, make you smile, perhaps keep you around a bit longer to discuss it than you would usually stay. (Lately, he's been craving to hear your voice more and more.)
But this blade is tiny, unlike his hefty sword. It's too nimble for his fingers, and he's sure he has nicked himself at least a dozen times by now.
If you were here, you'd probably scold him for being so careless. And you'd set aside time in your busy day to help him, he's sure. It's in your nature to be kind which makes him miss you all the more.
Just as he's about to give up and call it quits, the door slides open.
Archons. He's been so engrossed in his woes that he had forgotten it was almost time for your scheduled meeting to go over his other plans for the week.
The scraps of peel and sloppily shaped apple slices are so incriminating that he doesn't even bother hiding it. You both stare at each other from across the table, completely unblinking and still.
"Um..." You strain out, clearly attempting to hide your amusement. "Hello."
He coughs awkwardly, placing down the paring knife and trying to uphold as much dignity as he possibly can.
"Hello," he greets, unable to meet your gaze anymore. "My apologies. Our meeting slipped my mind."
You gently pluck a rabbit from the plate, rotating it around in your fingers to get a better look. They're sloppy, for sure, with jagged edges and tiny slits where you know his knife slipped. And they don't even resemble anything remotely close to rabbits in the first place, more like blocky V-shaped thingamabobs.
You glance up and down between the rabbit and the man behind it, who looks strangely flustered considering his usually calm temperament.
"Don't look at me that way," he says quietly, wooden end of the blade gently knocking against the table as he deflates.
"Are these... bunnies?" You ask him in bewilderment.
"They are... supposed to be rabbits, yes."
Complete silence fills the room until Ayato feels as if he can't breathe. Coupled with the way your eyes are scrutinizing his attempts, he wants nothing more than to melt away.
And then you laugh. You can't stop laughing, it seems. Doubled over onto the table and fighting for air between giggles.
He can't help the softening of his expression, the warmth in his chest. If this is all it took to get you to smile like that, then who cares how embarrassing it is that he can't even cut fruit correctly?
You round the table, plopping down next to him. Oh no. He can't control his racing heart when you're leaning in so close to him, so close that he can feel the rumble of your laughter in his own body.
With your shoulders pressed together, body resting comfortably against his, you take the blade and slice of apple from his hands.
"I'll show you how," you offer. He watches intently as you make the first shallow slits through the peel, then gently slide the knife across the top. Too busy admiring your skillful hands, he almost instantly blurts out:
"Can you please show me again?"
You look at him funny, brows pinched but a smile still seeping across your face. You show him another time, expertly cutting another slice. And another. And another.
Unconsciously, or perhaps following the quiet voice in his heart, his head falls atop yours. You sink into him, allowing him to rest against you without complaint.
"Hm, am I your personal comforter now?"
"I suppose you are."
"You know, if you actually pay attention you might be able to make your own breakfast."
"Mm..." He hums when your hands don't stop moving despite your words. Instead, you laugh again. And again, there's the ever familiar thrum of his heart.
"Oh, dear Commissioner. What would you do without me?"
Yes, he thinks. What would he do without you?
Well, his schedule would be a mess, for one. He's far too busy to keep track of it all on top of his other work. And he wouldn't know how to cut bunny ears into his apples, either.
He would rather you keep him company anyway, bunnies and all.
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just a quick go ♡
warning this is NSFW(+18) work MDNI
this fic includes: reader with a dick/strap, no pronouns mentioned, (kinda) public sex
✉️: just a little albedo thirst because i love him so much
it was a regular day of you visiting albedo in dragonspine but it was a little… different.
everyone knew you and albedo were close friends but no one knew you were that close.
loud moaning and skin slapping was able to be heard from the only place that albedo would let you destroy his insides at, his little lab on dragonspine.
"AHN! fuuu-hck!… you really k-know how to make me feel this- ah! good! so good!" he moaned loudly as you thrusted into him at an ungodly speed.
it was always hard pleasuring you chalk prince, but at the same time it was so rewarding whatever you were able to completely break him apart.
"i’d to anything for my renown alchemist, especially if it’s fucking you into oblivion"
it’s always been this way between the two of you. you’ve been a couple for ages, but you play your cards just right to look just like close friends on the surface rather than a couple who fuck on a frequent basis.
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