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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 5 months

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Ready to roll?

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 9

Prompt: No Upside Down AU

Rated: T

CW: one mention of masturbation bc Eddie is a horny little shit

Tags: Future fic; Flirting; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in rollerblades

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"What?" Eddie says eloquently, tearing his eyes from the laminated menu.

The waiter is hovering next to his booth, pen tapping against the notepad in his hand. He looks annoyed. Probably pissed at Eddie for interrupting his quiet night shift. Well, tough luck, pretty boy.

"I said …" the waiter pauses, heaves a brief but heartfelt sigh. "Are you ready to roll?"

Eddie blinks.

"Listen, dude!" The waiter says flatly, but there's a blush blossoming on his neck. "I'd ask if I may take your order, but I'm, like, contractually obfuscated to say … this instead. Goes with the theme, y’know?"

He gestures at the entirety of himself. The cheerfully colored shirt and tiny shorts. The little apron around his waist. The knee-high socks disappearing into a pair of chunky, red-and-white rollerblades, and … oh, right.

"Well?"

Eddie snaps his eyes back up and shit, for how long has he been staring at those legs like a creep?

The waiter is scowling at him. He really is pretty. Exactly Eddie’s type. Gold-flecked eyes, stupidly voluminous hair, pink lips twisted into a bitchy little scowl. Eddie imagines pushing him up against the wall on those stupid wheels of his, sucking and biting that scowl right off.

"Hm," he makes instead. "The guys at the label said I'd enjoy the cake, but I'm starting to think they weren't talking about the menu."

The scowl deepens.

"Cheeseburger and fries," Eddie says. "And a strawberry milkshake."

One elegant eyebrow arches.

"... Please?"

Waiter boy smirks at him, a brief flash of perfectly white teeth. Eddie wants to lick them.

"Coming right up." He jots the order down, shoves pen and notepad into his apron pocket. As he does, Eddie catches a glimpse of the name tag attached to his uniform shirt. (Which has nothing to do with him ogling the way the fabric stretches over that toned chest, because he wasn't doing that, thank you.)

It says "Hi, I'm Steve. :-)"

Wait, what?

The whirr of rollerblades on the floor tiles jerks him out of his stupor. He's glad he didn't take off his sunglasses, because holy fuck, he must be gawking like an idiot right now.

Because he knows a guy named Steve. Or knew.

A guy named Steve with perfect, caramel hair, tan skin littered in moles and an irritatingly pretty, aloof smile. Not that Eddie was ever at the receiving end of that smile. The closest Eddie ever got to him was back in eighty-six, when he was dealing drugs out of his van. In the driveway of that palace in Loch Nora, while the King and his court partied inside.

Eddie watches how waiter boy comes gliding out of the kitchen, wipes down tables and refills napkin holders.

It can't be.

Steve Harrington is back in the hellhole that is Hawkins, Indiana - or maybe at some college halfway across the country, preparing to take over daddy's business. He's most certainly not wearing rollerblades and a pair of stupidly short shorts, waiting tables in a cheap twenty-four hour diner in Seattle.

Then again, back in eighty-six, who would've thought that Eddie Munson would be owning his own record label one day?

When waiter boy arrives with his order and leans in to put it down on the table, Eddie peers over his sunglasses to cast an inconspicuous look at his profile.

There's a pair of moles on his neck, near identical in size, spaced apart like a perfect little vampire bite.

Well, slap his ass and call him Sally.

Eddie knows these moles, has spent entire nights jerking off to the thought of sinking his teeth into them.

"Staring costs extra," Steve mutters at the milkshake.

Before Eddie can say anything, the phone on the counter rings and Steve rolls over to answer it. Eddie chews on his too-salty fries and can't help the grin that tugs at his lips as he watches the boy twirl the cord around his fingers while taking the order.

The night just officially got interesting.

Steve looks over, catches him staring and gives him the flattest, most unimpressed look Eddie has ever seen on a person who just realized they were being checked out. The blush has reached his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. Eddie winks and Steve rolls his eyes before he turns his back on him. Eddie doesn’t complain. That ass does look fantastic in the shorts.

He takes his time with the meal. The burger is nothing to write home about, but the view more than makes up for it.

When he is done, he saunters over to the counter, pulling out his wallet. Steve is busy counting mayonnaise packages and muttering under his breath. He blinks in confusion when Eddie slaps down a fifty, starts digging for change in his apron.

"Nah," Eddie says. "Just keep it."

Steve frowns at him. "That's way too much."

"Don't sell yourself short. I thought staring was extra?"

Steve opens his mouth. Hesitates. Closes it. Pockets the money.

"Thanks," he murmurs, eyes trained at some point behind Eddie's shoulder. "Roll by again."

Eddie just barely manages to turn the incoming snort into a grin.

"Sure will,” he mutters, leaning across the counter and into the boy’s space. “Maybe I'll try that cake next time."

"Oh, please," Steve huffs. "As if you could afford me, Munson."

Eddie feels his jaw drop. "Wait, you knew who-"

The doorbell chimes.

"Hi there!" Steve chirps at the guy in the door. "You called, right? I'll check if your order is ready."

And then he's gone and Eddie is staring at the still swinging kitchen door like an idiot.

It isn't until he's back out in the dark street that his confusion morphs into something else. His majesty wants to play coy? Well, Eddie can indulge him, can't he?

He makes his way home with a new spring in his step. Looks like he's found his new favorite dinner spot.

Part 2

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sfehvn · 6 months

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new religion part 2

Description: AU- Things have gone too far between you and Astarion and he's not sure he'd ever be able to give you what you truly want. Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 1,804 Characters: soft!ascended!Astarion x fem!au!Tav

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Luxurious fur blessed your fingertips, stroking absently at the feline across your lap. You hummed a sweet tune as you continued your project. Astarion had the finest oil paints in Faerûn imported to nourish your new hobby. Looking at the canvas, well, it was very much a mess of colors. So much so that he would not have been able to make out what the picture was intended to be if he had not known. He would praise you all the same regardless. As a token of thanks, you had requested he sit for you in the garden while you paint him.

“You will be the first to have an original Tav piece. You can show it off when I’m a famous painter.” You joked as he assisted with setting up the easel.

The kitten that purred against your touch was also a gift. One comment was made about how you had always wanted a cat but never had the room for one; it was just another opportunity to shower you with all of the gifts you had so deserved. The joy on your face when he presented you with the tiny feline made his heart swoon. Astarion would admit he had yet to think that offering through, though. When you were not present, which was most of the time, he had to care for the wretched little thing. His feigned attitude towards the kitten, which you had so ominously named Georgie, was a facade. He had grown to find comfort in the furball curling up to him in bed in your absence. He even caught himself cooing to the blasted little creature on occasion.

Astarion sat in the wrought iron chair across from you, a forgotten book propped open on his forearm as he admired the tenacity on your face, tongue jutting ever-so-slightly from between succulent lips as you struggled to work with the paints. How could you be so blissfully oblivious to the beauty you are? He wondered, his head resting in the palm of his unoccupied hand. He had a burning fire in his chest, demanding he show you not only your beauty but that you deserved much more than the small cottage you shared with seven other occupants. Your rightful position was right next to him in his palace. You deserved to have everybody else waiting at your beck and call, not the other way around. You insisted you could not leave your family, nevertheless.

“Stay here with me. I promise I’ll make it worth your while, my pet.” The two of you lay bare, entangled in silk sheets and each other’s arms. Astarion stroked the delicate pink skin of your cheek with the careful tips of his fingers, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. His words caused you to let out an amused giggle at his bequest. His eyebrows knitted together, and a slight frown played at the edges of his lips. He was serious.

Your smile dropped, and an apologetic look graced your features. “Oh, Astarion.” You sighed wistfully. “I just can’t. Not right now. Papa’s not doing well; I can’t just abandon him. Lillian needs a lot of guidance at this time, and with Alan having just moved into his own home now that he’s married, there’s no one to take care of our younger sisters.” You sputtered out. Astarion noted the stress that marred your face and decided to drop the matter for now.

“Sh, my treasure.” He coaxed, pulling your head into his chest. “We can address it later.”

Astarion pondered on when he had gone so soft, for lack of better words. Before you, there was no hesitation to steal what he wanted. Much easier it would have been to just bite you, keeping you to himself for all of eternity. He had thought about it when the disdain of being apart grew too great. This was after you, though. You had brought a bright light into his world of darkness, and he knew you would never be the same if he made such a decision on your behalf.

Guilt regularly gnawed at a conscious he wasn’t even aware he’d had. He still hadn’t found the courage to tell you of his true nature. You often called the raised tissue on his neck his vampire bite, and he’d always panic at the joke, wondering if he’d been found out. Inwardly, of course, he ensured he remained calm and collected on appearance. Soon, he told himself. He’d let you enjoy the normalcy of your current relationship for just a while longer.

Your groan fractured him from his thoughts. “Okay, it’s actually terrible. Please don’t laugh at me.” You pouted.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling.” Astarion assured, setting his book down on the table before him, pushing back his chair, and standing up. He bent down to get a better look at the canvas. “My, that’s a beautifully eclectic rendition of yours truly.” He hums, resting his hands on your shoulders, squeezing in encouragement. He meant it. It was something you had created; of course he would love it.

“Okay, you are officially the biggest liar I know.” You grinned, patting his hand softly as he shifted away. Georgie stretched in your lap. You placed him down, smiling as he hurried away into the open door of the manor.

“Your words wound me.” He holds his hands to his chest dramatically. “I’ll display it in the foyer.” His finger reaches to tap the tip of your nose playfully.

“I guess it must truly be Astarion approved then.” You hummed, recalling how tumultuous he had acted when replacing the art in his foyer. It must be perfect, he had said; first impressions are everything, my dear. “I don’t think your guests would be in agreeance with you.” At this point, you had stood on your tip-toes, planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

He dismissed your presumption with a wave of his hand. “Nonsense, my love. You question my tastes? When I’ve got you on my arm? I’ve already won.” His index finger taps the underside of your chin, encouraging your mouth to his. You oblige, and Astarion lets out a delighted laugh against your lips. He would never grow tired of how easily you unraveled for him and him only. Without breaking contact, he reaches down to grip the backs of your thighs, lifting you from the ground and setting you on the garden table.

Your breathing hitched as his hands wrought at the bottom of your dress, pushing the hem up until it pooled around your waist. His fingers brushed your mound over already-soaked underwear. He clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “So ready for me already, pet? I’ve barely touched you.” Spoken like a purr, causing goosebumps to bloom over your skin. He buried his nose into your neck and breathed your scent in deeply. Chamomile and lavender had become distinctively you. His eyes close as your fingers tread over his scalp, hooking into his hair. “Keep touching me like that, treasure. I’ll fuck you right here.”

“Please. It’s been too long.” You murmur. It had indeed, he thought. This was your first day together after being apart for ten long, agonizing days. His fingers push your underwear to the side, the tips hardly swiping over your drenched core. The contact motivated your body further against him. Your breasts pressed to his firm chest, and he brought his unoccupied hand to sit atop them, thumb stroking delicious skin.

Greedy hands moved to the front of his trousers and at the feeling of his bulge, you ached to feel him inside of you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and tenderly pushed your hands away. Your expression was one of rejection that panged Astarion’s undead heart, but his demeanor was one of significance. He took your hands in his as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Stay with me, Tav. The manor has never been this airy without you. I mean- I understand you have responsibilities you believe are your own, but I could give you everything.”

With a furrowed brow, you sluggishly pull away from him. “These responsibilities are my own. This is my family, Astarion.” You pursed your lips, looking everywhere but at the man before you.

“Pet, don’t be silly. They are holding you back. I recognize you love them, but you cannot put your needs on hold to protect them forever.” He reaches out to brush the hair from your face, but you quickly dodge the touch, pressing him aside so you can stand from your position on the table. His jaw clenches in annoyance, but he allows you your space.

“So, what? My father will be buried beside my mother soon, and you are so selfish that you can’t even give me the grace to spend his last days with him.” He had never seen the fire on your face; your usual demeanor dissolved.

Astarion’s jaw slackens, and he shakes his head in response. “I’m just thinking big picture. Where will your sisters go when the time comes, Tav? Are you to give your entire life to them? How is it fair to you?”

“If that is what must be done, then so be it.” Astarion noted how heavy your chest heaved, your body shaking from anger. You were angry with him.

“And what of me?” He was mindful of how needy and, as you said, selfish he sounded but couldn’t hold back. “What do you want with me if not forever?” Indeed, you couldn’t expect him to house the entire cavalry that was your family.

You froze and gulped in a large breath to calm your nerves. Maybe you have been negligent of his feelings as things grew more serious between you two. “I want you, Astarion. I want everything with you. I want to take your last name. I want to bear your children. I want to care for you until we’re both old and gray.” There’s a crack in your voice as you stifle back tears. Astarion’s stare softens, his stomach plunging at the knowledge of only ever being able to gift you one of those things. “I’ve always dreamt of creating a family of my own. Of being a mother to children created with the man I love.” You pause to swipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. “But I can’t leave my sisters to fend for themselves. I won’t.”

Astarion observes you as you collect your shawl, exiting the garden without another word. He’d let things go too far. He’d led you to believe this future you dreamed of could be achieved with him and even encouraged the delusions in his own way. Perhaps you would be better off if this relationship came to a close.

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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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hello i just got home from work n I'm thinking about festive eddie and witchy

Eddie wasn't able to fly into Hawkins for the holidays because of his work schedule, so he brought Hawkins to him.

It's your first Christmas Eve together and he's just locked up the store early to go pick Wayne up from the airport. It's the first time you and Wayne meet.

He's staying at Eddie's one bedroom apartment, your boyfriend taking the chance to sleep over at your house (like he hasn't been sleeping there for the past week anyway).

Anyways, he's taken the week off work where he could to show Wayne around SF, since the man has never left Indiana. Over Christmas lunch, Eddie meets your coven family, that is strangely made up of just women, but he doesn't think too much about it because they fawn over him and how handsome he is, and they keep uncle and nephew well fed.

Wayne think's you're lovely, maybe a bit too odd for him to understand, with your whimsical attitude and the way the energy seems to suddenly change when you're around, but he sees the way Eddie is completely smitten over you, the pile of presents for you he's hidden in his closet. The picture you took of the two of you together at the Palace of Fine Arts on his fridge.

Wayne has even brought you a little present.

"Didn't know what ya liked, so I gotcha some chocolates" he said, taking a See's Candies chocolate box from his suitcase. You blush at the gesture, at how the man has automatically considered you part of his little family. A vintage brown corduroy jacket materializes itself already packaged up on your bed, you didn't know he was going to get you a gift.

But he loves it, as much as he loves the trucker hat Eddie's got him. Silly trucker hats are his thing, Eddie's gotten him one every Christmas for the past five years.

The contender this year is a hat that says- women love me, fish fear me

You laugh about how stupid that sounds, but the real joke is that your aunt Hilda really has the hots for Wayne.

Eddie gets you a new tarot deck. He's actually been taking notes since you've started dating.

Dried jasmine flowers are hard to come by? He's gotten you four small bottles of it. You dropped a crystal? He's got it. You say you like poppyseed chai cookies? He's had his neighbor bake them for you.

The way he dotes on you and fulfills your every need makes you the luckiest girl on Earth. Wayne says so, too.

You don't celebrate Christmas the traditional way, but the pagan version of it, which still calls for a tree and wreaths and evergreen branches all over your apartment, which you spend Christmas Eve in, Circe nuzzling in Wayne's lap as soon as e sits on the couch. You make a Yule log and decorate cookies. Various mistletoe branches hang on your roof.

Even late into the night, after Eddie has dropped off Wayne at his apartment, you tell him about a pagan tradition of performing fertility rituals under the mistletoe. Lit only by the lights of your tree and a fireplace, you end up falling asleep naked on your pink brocade rug.

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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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Nessian x reader

A/n: This is my first commission piece! I'm so happy with how this turned out. Thank you @dreamlandreader I'm so happy you like it 😊

Word Count: 3,223 words

Warnings: Angst, self doubt, fluff

Joining the Night Court as an emissary for the Winter Court has been a dream come true. Besides your home, Winter was your favorite place in all of Prythian. Their politics and history fascinated you, making you work your ass off in school so you could be the best of the best at court relations.

Feyre and Mor had been the ones that found you. Originally you were working for the governor of the Palace of Bone and Salt. The fact that you were being under utilized made Feyre pay you a visit, delivering a much better job offer.

Since you started you finally got your own apartment in a nicer part of the city, and you have been much happier going to work. Yes, it’s a bigger work load but you love keeping busy.

You also adored the Inner Circle. The High Lord and his family embraced you, not hesitating to treat you as one of their own. Especially Nesta.

The two of you clicked right away, becoming instant best friends. And of course she’s a package deal with Cassian.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to them as the months went on. Nesta had invited you to train with the Valkyries after working for the court for only two weeks, where you became very close. The small touches as she adjusted your stance mixed with Cassian’s praise never failed to make your face heat. It was odd, having a crush on a mated couple.

Finally, after a year of casual hangouts and staying late at the House of Wind enjoying their company, Nesta asked you out to dinner. “Nothing super fancy, unless you want fancy then we can go somewhere really nice or we can-” You cut off Nesta’s rambling by taking her hands in yours. “Anywhere you want to go, I’ll be happy Nes.”

Her smile brightened after that. Before leaving you to go make plans she bent down and softly kissed your cheek, whispering, “Until tonight.”

Seven o’clock came faster than you anticipated. Nesta knocked on your bedroom door just as you were putting the last clip in your hair. Opening the door you found a radiant looking Nesta. She was wearing a beautiful long black velvet gown. A slit up the skirt that showed off her toned thigh and a wide strap that hung off her shoulder.

“Wow,” You gasped out. You swear you saw Nesta blush as she quickly looked down. As she looks back at you her eyes roam your body. Drinking in every single one of your features. “You look stunning.” She whispers out, holding her arm out for you to link with hers. Taking it with a wide smile, she leads you down the hall and out your apartment.

Once you’re taken to your spot in the middle of the restaraunt Nesta pulls out your chair for you, pushing you close to the linen covered table. “Thank you.” You said sweetly, smiling up at her. She leans down to place a kiss on your forehead before taking her own seat. The kiss made your cheeks turn pink. It felt different than the one Nesta placed on your cheek earlier today. You could tell this one was meant to be felt. To be full of warmth and convey care.

Three courses and a very expensive bottle of wine later, you and Nesta were full and giggly. As your laughter died down she braced her forearms on the table, leaning closer to you. A giddy smile pulling at your lips you copy her. Your noses almost touching. “I have something to confess.” Nesta says coyly. You tilt your head at her unusual tone. “What is it Nes?”

Your heart was racing. Hoping for a confession of love from her. It was so wrong of you to hope that. Cassian was your friend too. You didn’t want to drive a wedge between them or the rest of the Inner Circle. At the same time you were wishing for Cassian as well. Wishing it was the both of them confessing their love for you. But he isn’t here, Nesta is. Maybe he doesn’t care about you as much as you thought.

You thought you were close with him. You shared jokes, would be board game partners, and even dragged him shopping with you. Cass pretended to hate it but liked spending time with you. Or so you thought.

“Meeting you has been an unexpected joy y/n. Getting to know you, having fun with you, and spending with you has just…I can’t think of a word to describe it, there isn’t one perfect enough.” You felt tears forming behind your eyes as a lump settled in your throat. No one had ever been this happy being with you. Not even your last boyfriend treated you with such kindness.

“I’m so happy I met you too Nesta. You and Cass and the rest of the family have been so kind to me.” Nesta closes the distance between your hands, lightly playing with your fingers. She looked hesitant to speak again. “I want to be honest with you, y/n. Cassian and I care about you. Not in a just friends way…”

Your eyes widen in shock and hope.You open your mouth to speak but the words get caught in your throat. “I-I care, I feel the same way.” Nesta lets out a happy sigh of relief and visibly deflates back into her chair while staying attached to you.

“We want you y/n. If you’ll have us.” You nod vigorously. “Yes. Yes, I really do.” You can’t stop smiling at her the whole walk home. Nesta holds your hand as you swing them back and forth.

Finally back at your apartment door, you frown a little, not wanting this sweet evening with Nesta to end. Looking between your new girlfriend and your door you let out a sigh. “Tomorrow morning Cass and I want you to come over for breakfast. We can talk more about things.” Nesta brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, coming down to lightly trace your jaw. You nod, giving her a small, “ok.”

Unlocking your door you turn back to face Nesta. Looking up at her your eyes land on her full lips. “Nes?” “Yeah baby?” Pink slightly tints your cheeks at the pet name. “Can I kiss you?” Your voice barley above a whisper.

Nesta smiles and brings her hands up to cup your face. They feel soft against your skin. Leaning up to meet her you feel a spark as your lips touch. Your mouths move against each other in an elegant dance. The kiss full of warmth like the one she placed on your forehead earlier that night. For the first time in a long time, you feel genuine love flood your body. She’s holding you like you’re going to slip away and she won’t let that happen.

Your hands find home on her hips, pulling Nesta closer to you. In that moment, you decided you wanted to feel this love for the rest of your immortal life. And if you felt this way with just Nesta, how would you feel when Cassian started showing you love?

Would he though? He didn’t come to dinner tonight.

The kiss slowed until you two were just resting your lips against each other. Your breaths heavy as you pulled apart. “Goodnight baby.” Nesta gave you one last parting kiss before leaving you.

The next morning you donned an adorable cherry pink dress, practically skipping through Velaris on your way to the House of Wind. As you approached the outskirts of Nesta and Cassian’s home you spotted him waiting for you as he always did.

Cassian was wearing a wide grin as you approached. He scooped you up into his strong arms, spinning you around. Pulling back to look in your eyes, he held you firmly. “Hi sweetheart.” “Hi Cass.” you say sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck to prepare for the flight up.

Cassian softly took off from the old cobblestone street, the beating of his leathery wings soothing your nerves as he climbed higher and higher.

Landing on the balcony of the living room he gently sets you down, grasping your hand. “How did you sleep last night?” He asks casually, leading you towards the informal dining room. “Fine. I had some excitement keeping me up.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and kisses the top of your head. “I can only imagine.”

As you walked with him you couldn’t help the tight feeling forming in your chest. Over thinking, like you partially did last night, as you wondered if Cassian really wanted you with them.

You couldn’t help it. You knew Cassian loved you as a friend, but his love for Nesta is like nothing you have ever seen before. You didn’t know if he would like bringing another person into their mated relationship. It took Cassian so long to win Nesta’s trust and heart. Would he want to let another share that?

Entering the kitchen you saw Nesta laying out plates of food on the table. Muffins, croissants, fruit, breakfast meats, and pancakes. Cassian pulls your chair out for you, like Nesta did last night. He pushes you in and takes the seat next to you.

Nesta sits across from you with a sweet smile on her lips. “Hi baby,” she takes your hand, bringing it to her lips. “Please dig in.”

Scooping food onto your plate the three of you fall into easy conversation. After a while you fall into a lull, unsure what to talk about besides the obvious.

Clearing your throat, you decide to start. “So…Nesta and I talked last night.” The pair perked up, making slight eye contact. “And I want to be with you guys.” They let out a sigh of relief and Cassin rested an arm on the back of your chair, smiling down at you. “But, I have a few questions.” Nesta nods. “Ask whatever you want, we’ll answer it.”

You turn to Cassian, a small pout on your lips and a sliver of worry in your eye. “Why didn’t you come to dinner last night?” He lets out a shaky sigh. Like he’s nervous to say anything to you. “We thought if it was just one of us, you’d be less intimidated by the thought of a relationship.” You slowly nod, letting his response seep in. “And you don’t mind this Cass? I don’t want to be a burden or cause problems for the two of you. I just-” Cassian tilts your face up by your chin with two of his thick fingers. A doting look on his features.

“Sweetheart. You have nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Rest assured, we both want you as much as you want us.” His thumb rubs against your chin. You felt relief knowing your anxiety was all for nothing.

…

Weeks have passed since your relationship started with Cassian and Nesta. It started out…chaotic to say the least. The three of you wanted time together but work picked up for all three of you. It was a busy time of year with the holidays right around the corner.

It also didn’t help that Cassian was away in Windhaven for a few days every week. It had just been you and Nesta at your apartment or the Town House.

Cassian being away made that doubt about how much they actually wanted you creep in again. You love your time with Nesta but you craved time with both of them. To just sit with them and bask in their attention. Maybe it was a mistake being with a mated couple.

On the last night of Cassian being away Nesta slept over at your apartment. You opted to sleep on your side rather than in the middle of the bed cuddled up with her like you usually would. You were too tense, lost in your thoughts and didn’t want Nesta to worry. Though she probably sensed it.

As Nesta laid down you curled in on yourself, trying to get further from her. This didn’t go unnoticed as she huffed at your movement. Sitting up, Nesta turns the lamp on on the bedside table, the dim yellow light illuminating her profile. She grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face her.

“Talk to me y/n.” Nesta pleaded with you. Taking a deep breath, you sit up, bringing your knees to your chest. Nesta rests a comforting hand on your arm, her thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. Worry glinting in her steel-blue eyes. You lay a hand over hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Does Cassian like me?” Her face contorts into confusion. “Baby of course he does, he loves you. Why wouldn’t he?” You shrug, unable to meet her gaze in fear of bursting out into tears. “I just-I feel like he doesn’t want to spend time with me. I know work has been crazy but there’s a part of me that doubts…everything.”

When you look up at Nesta a single tear falls down her cheek. She shuffled closer to you, throwing her arms around your neck, pulling you flush to her chest. A few tears escape your own eyes. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll talk to him or we can all talk when he gets home.” You nod against her.

Cassian arrived home late the next afternoon. Wearing that wide goofy grin on his face as he came through the door of the Town House, embracing you both.

Back at the House of Wind later that night, you and Nesta lounge in the living room as Cassian makes dinner in the kitchen.

Sitting down at the table together Cassian tells you about his trip to Windhaven. It takes all of you not to interrupt him and blurt out, ‘DO YOU LOVE ME!’ But you hold your tongue as you push your vegetables around your plate. You don’t have much of an appetite anyways.

Cassian’s booming laugh pulls you from your thoughts. Out of the corner of your eye you see Nesta quickly glance at you. Looking up at Cassian you give him a small smile that he returns. “Sweetheart, I was wondering if you wanted to go out, just me and you.” You sit up straighter, surprise taking over your features. “Really?”

“Yes,” He laughed out, “Nes gets you all the time and I want you to myself for a bit.” You look to Nesta, as if asking for permission. She gives you an encouraging nod. “Ok. Can we go out tomorrow night?” “Absolutley.” Cassian brings a hand to the back of your head, placing a chaste kiss on your head.

Nesta helps you get ready for date night. Finishing up your make-up she lets out a dreamy sigh, “You look so pretty y/n/n.” She moves behind you to make sure your hair is perfect. “I’m excited to have the house to myself. Not that I don’t love having you two around but sometimes I just want to get lost in my book.” She giggles to help lighten the mood, making you giggle too. Nesta meets your y/e/c eyes in the mirror. She gives you a loving smile, draping your hair over your shoulders. “Ready?” “Uh-huh.”

Heading down the grand staircase you see Cassian waiting for you at the bottom with a bouquet of your favorite pink roses. Cassian watches you with a love sick grin as descend the last few steps. “You look stunning.” A slight blush dusts your cheeks as you look up at him. Cassian hands you the bouquet. You sniff them, taking in their sweet scent before placing them in the vase on the entry way the table the house put out for you.

You were surprised that you weren’t nervous during dinner. You and Cassian had fun joking and flirting like normal. He was extra touchy with you, never letting go of your hand an dpractically pulling you onto his lap at times. Cassian made sure he gave you his undivided attention throughout dinner.

Hand-in-hand, you take a walk along the Sidra, admiring the stars. “Lets sit for a minute sweetheart.” Cassian places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the nearest stone bench. Sitting, Cassian holds your hands in his lap.

“I wanted to talk about us.” You swallowed nervously at his words. “Nesta talked to me. And I’m sorry that you’ve kept that pent up for so long. I love you very much y/n. I’m so sorry if I haven’t shown you that. I promise that I will show you how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”

You grip his hands tighter in yours. Letting their warmth seep into you. Cassian’s hands are rough and battle worn. Yet so gentle with you, like Nesta’s. You feel safe with him. From the look in his eyes you know he meant every word. That it pained him you didn’t feel loved by him.

“I love you too Cassian.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a while, watching the stars shimmer.

…

It’s been almost a year since you started dating Nesta and Cassian and you couldn’t be happier. The three of you fell into a comfortabel routine. You always made time for each other, had regular date nights, and made sure time with family was balanced out as well as one-on-one time. And thanks to Nesta and Cassian’s endless begging you broke and moved into the House of Wind.

You placed down the last snack bowls, stepping back you admire the setup. Tonight was a night for just the three of you. It was rare you all got to relax and you were happy to see them let their guard down. To put away the mask of the General and Valkyrie.

You hung small fae lights, laid out extra blankets and pillows, set out snacks, and everything you will need for face masks. The front door shut as Cassian and Nesta’s voices floated up to you from the entry way. Approaching the living room they paused in the archway.

“Do you like it?” You ask, clasping your hands under your chin. Nesta rushed over to you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “It’s perfect.” She mumbled into your hair. You relax into her as Nesta hugs you tighter than you thought possible. “Missed you today.” “I missed you too Nesa.”

She broke away, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back, I’m going to change. Are you coming with me Cass?” You both look to him. Cassian is casually leaned against the door frame as he shakes his head. “Nah, I’m just going to chill in my underwear.” Before the two of you can protest he strips in the middle of the living room. “Will you take my leathers to our room?” He asks with a shit eating grin.

Nesta rolls her eyes at him, playfully slapping his shoulder. “Fine. But don’t start without me.” she calls over her shoulder. Cassian rushes at you picking you up, and flopping on the couch with you against his chest. You giggle and snuggle into his muscular chest. “Missed you today sweetheart.” “Missed you too Cass.”

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emelinstriker · 6 months

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{Eternal Servants AU} MK ♡ Devotion

Art drawn by me + the AU itself is mine.

Some more insight on the champions/servants' side of things. The pic isn't referencing anything from this one-shot by the way.

[TL;DR] MK has a question on his mind... Actually more.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"Focus."

Slam.

"Imagine it like an enemy of the palace."

Slam.

"Imagine it insulted our gift."

Slam.

"Imagine... it hurt Master-"

SMASH.

The young monkey panted as he slammed his staff down onto the practice dummy, instantly destroying it with his sudden anger spike. However, his emotions seemed to leave him as quickly as they came as he blankly stared at the destroyed dummy. Wukong came up to MK and gently pat him on the back. Despite his unbothered expression, he did care for the boy. "Good job, bud. Master shall forever be safe with us", he said as he handed the yellow champion a water bottle, which the younger monkey gladly took and took a few sips from.

While drinking from the bottle, a certain pink champion entered the training hall, seemingly there to train as well with his casual training wear on. A towel was draping off his shoulders as he went straight for another training dummy. The monkeys didn't pay him much attention though as Wukong continued trying to get MK to channel his energy properly. Instead of going over to an actually still functional dummy, Wukong and his successor remained with the broken dummy's remains.

"Now, imagine your opponent is still alive. But they were the reason our Master felt sad. What do you do?" Wukong asked. The boy continued to stare at the dummy in response, but his already void black gaze seemed to darken just slightly at the mere idea of their Master being sad.

"Crush them."

The yellow champion then raised his staff, readying himself to hit the already broken dummy again. However, he was quickly stopped by Nezha, who swiftly made his spear clash with MK's staff, stopping him and getting his attention. His dark expression also returned to his regular, emotionless state as he tilted his head in confusion. The pink champion removed his spear once he no longer felt the pressure of the boy's staff. "The dummy is already done for. If you hit it again, you'll just destroy the floor. And you know how upset Master gets when we inflict damage upon the palace."

"Oh. Right... Sorry", MK responded flatly. His mentor just silently pat his back again, right above his wound.

The celestial hummed for a moment. "Well, something else you could do instead is to spar on the roof." Nezha then grinned a bit as he leaned against his spear. "I could be your sparring partner if Wukong doesn't want to."

But before MK could respond, Wukong stepped in front of him as he crossed his arms. No words needed to be said for Nezha to get the memo. The pink champion's grin quickly turned into an annoyed frown. "Whatever. Guess no sparring today." He stretched a bit as he pushed himself off his spear before continuing. "Anyway... If you're done, I'll just take on the next one", he said as he moved back over towards the other, still in-tact training dummy. Wukong uncrossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at his successor. The young boy tilted his head a bit and blinked in response, curious about what he's got planned for him now. But then he turned to watch Nezha train by himself.

Something he noticed was how Nezha put some force into his hits as well. The training dummies may have been made out of a special material provided by the Archivist, but even this material was quickly torn apart by the champions when enraged. And judging by how Nezha's dummy already looked like a few hits in, he was clearly trying to get rid of some steam. The way he hit the target with his spear in a rather uncalculated tantrum-like way wasn't his usual training style.

"...Nezha is upset", he pointed out to his mentor, who silently sighed in response.

"Probably because of my brother again. Or Mink. It's best if we leave him alone for now. Take a break." Wukong then walked off, out the training hall and into the palace's corridors, leaving MK alone with the celestial. Unsure how long this "break" would be, MK decided to stay in the training hall and wait there. And since he didn't have many options to keep him busy, he decided to watch the pink champion use his own anger on the dummy.

....But he didn't understand.

He couldn't understand.

Why was he unable to feel emotions consistently?

It wasn't like he could barely feel any like Wukong. And he did feel a lot of heightened anger when he did feel angry.

However, he couldn't even remember how anger felt like only five minutes later.

He knew he was angry at the idea of his Master being disrespected just a moment ago. But... why? Why couldn't he keep feeling that way for longer like Nezha? Or barely feel at all like Wukong? While he kept thinking about his emotional instability, he stared blankly at Nezha with little to no movement in his body or expression.

The celestial noticed him staring and raised an annoyed eyebrow at him, pausing his weapon swings. "Do you need anything, boy?"

"No. I'm just curious." The pink champion seemed more confused at the younger servant's wording.

"...Curious about me training?" He questioned.

MK blankly tilted his head at him in response before adding, "No. Curious about your emotions."

Nezha blinked at him.

"What?"

"How do you feel the same emotion for a long time?" The monkey elaborated.

The celestial simply shrugged in return, swinging his spear at the dummy once more. "I don't know. I just do. Wukong should be the one to ask about it, to be honest. Doesn't he struggle with feeling emotions as well? He might be able to tell you about his side of things."

"Yes. But his reactions are mild and stay consistent. Mine come and go as they please. It switches between mild things he feels to strong things you feel."

Nezha hummed in thought, leaning slightly against his spear. "True... I've seen you dig out a guy's organs with your bare hands before forgetting why you had blood all over you. Your sudden rage spike and memory is a real gamble."

MK looked genuinely surprised. "I did that? I don't remember ever doing that..." The pink champion then grumbled out an annoyed 'Of course you don't'.

The yellow bean of a champion frowned as a grim thought hit him.

"...Was I like this before becoming a servant for our beloved Master? Forgetful?"

Nezha then sighed, stabbing the dummy in front of him, keeping his spear's tip inside it as he turned towards MK. "Just embrace your new life. Whatever life we all had before meeting our Master, it's all behind us now. It no longer matters. While I am curious as well and would love to remember my past, I'm sure there is a good reason why we can't remember... Maybe even why we shouldn't..."

There was a bit of an awkward silence between them as Nezha's spear started to set the insides of the training dummy ablaze.

"...Is Master awake yet?" The yellow champion suddenly asked him.

Nezha hummed in confirmation as he pulled out his spear, watching as the training dummy burned from the inside out, giving him a sense of Nostalgia from his first task as a servant. MK then silently walked off. If he still had his break, might as well spend it on you, his Master. As he entered the throne room, he immediately noticed his mentor's head lying on your lap, being pet as his eyes were shut contently, his tail swaying slowly behind him.

Ah. So that's where he went. Of course.

It didn't take long for you to notice your yellow champion approaching. As you smiled a bit and greeted him, he stopped and bowed. "Master. I request pets as well", he says flatly. You nodded at him before beckoning him to your throne. MK didn't waste any time joining his mentor for a petting session. You had two hands, might as well use both for your good boys, right?

After a couple of minutes, you asked Wukong where his brother was since you haven't seen him all day. He didn't know either. Worried, you tasked him with finding Macaque and make sure he's safe, as usual. The monkey in blue got some last pets and kisses before he bowed and left to find his sworn brother. Whether or not he got into another situation would reveal itself later. At least now you could use two hands to pet your remaining monkey servant.

During the petting session, MK asked something you didn't have an answer to...

"Master? What was my life like before I woke up as your servant? Was I always your servant? Macaque told me how I was a noodle delivery boy when Wukong found me, but my memory is blurry..." He admitted, his tone sounded surprisingly... emotional towards the end. Even if just a bit more than usual.

You pursed your lips as now even your blue champion stared up at you expectantly. He already knew about how MK was before. But he didn't want to say anything. He wanted to hear your voice instead. You simply continued to pet them.

"I'm sorry, but... I don't know what your life was like before you were taken to the palace..."

MK nodded, clearly masking his confusion. Your yellow champion snuggled into one of your thighs. You let out a rather sad sigh. How were you supposed to be a good ruler when you couldn't even help your servants remember their life before meeting you?

However, MK seemed to feel your self-doubt and reached up his hand, making it lie on top of your own hand which was petting him. He then gave you a longing look with those void black eyes of his... It was odd. Any other creature with those eyes seemed to be considered evil or malicious... Why were all your servants so docile? You've been questioning that ever since you became their Master. But you didn't dare ask in case it offended your servants- Maybe it was a sensitive topic. After all, the topic of how they became your servants in the first place proved that they have major memory issues. They only explained to you how they found you, as well as your previous lives. But they barely remembered anything from their own pasts, if anything at all.

The only one who seemed to remember, but got extremely uncomfortable with any questions regarding the past of your champions, was Mink. And while he was a bit of a smug bastard, you didn't want to put such pressure on him. It had to feel horrible being the only one to remember everything vividly.

You smiled softly, just a little bit sad at the thought as you leaned down to gently kiss MK's cheek. His breath hitched as the simian leaned more into your affection, blushing as he closed his eyes contently while you continued to pet him. Your yellow champion's tail was gently swaying behind him, indicating his happiness despite his lack of expressions.

As you continued to pet your servant, your black champion decided to show himself as the scroll next to you started to drip with ink. A copy of MK made out of ink formed in the spot where Wukong was resting on your lap before, chuckling as the curse's own tail swayed behind him. "I'm bored. Might as well join in on some free petting, yeah?" He commented as he nuzzled into your thigh. MK looked just very slightly annoyed at Mink's sudden appearance and taking one hand away again... But only very slightly and it vanished almost immediately. He knew Mink was just there to annoy him and take away your attention.

You blinked at him in surprise before petting him as well, sighing. "Mink, you're literally a lot longer around me in general than the others. You could get pets whenever the others are busy", you pointed out. To which the curse chuckled, grinning at you in a rather cheeky way.

"But what would be the fun in that? You know I prefer getting a... reaction." He said as he slowly turned his gaze towards MK, who seemed to faintly glare at him in return. Rolling your eyes, you decided to just give in and continue petting both of your servants. Maybe you could finally have some peace and quiet for even just this moment. After all, things things have been quiet around due to Macaque being away- Actually, when was the last time you saw Macaque? Of course you haven't seen him that day, but you started to realize that he also wasn't there last night... And despite him usually ending up doing extra things for your approval, he usually wouldn't take this long unless he told you prior. Which he didn't this time.

Getting a bit worried about him due to his tendency to get hurt, and knowing you didn't send him out on a mission yourself, you booped MK's nose to get his attention. The monkey's nose scrunched up a bit as it twitched a bit before he looked up at you curiously.

"MK, was Macaque in the training hall today? Or yesterday?" You asked him. However, your yellow champion shook his head. You hummed in thought for a moment before deciding on your next command. "Then I want you to look around the palace and see if you can find Macaque. Assist Wukong in this. If neither or him, or even Nezha can find him, I want you to at least figure out where he is and tell me. And help him if need be. Bring him back safely if he's struggling with anything..."

The monkey in yellow nodded again as he rubbed his cheek against your thigh one last time before removing himself from the petting session to help his mentor find the purple champion. Mink seemed to grin in his direction as you continued to pet the ink curse.

MK's Master had given him a mission, and he won't fail.

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thelov3lybookworm · 23 days

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Mine? (Part 3)

Part 1

Summary: He finds what he wished he hadn't.

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A/n: ahahaha i love how this is going😈

anyways, enjoy!

(dividers by @saradika-graphics)

Y/n's hands rested on her hips as she studied the cupboard she had placed in the corner of her room, debating whether the pink onesie was cuter or the purple one.

After all, Adelaide needed to look adorable for her uncles.

In the end, Y/n settled on the red one.

Y/n grinned down at her daughter as she put tiny red clips in her hair, Adelaide babbling up at her.

"Are we so happy today? Is it because we're meeting uncle Nash, Jamie and Xan? Is that it?"

Adelaide squealed at that, shoving her fist into her mouth.

Y/n laughed, straightening when she heard her phone ringing. She quickly picked Adelaide up, gently letting the babe rest on her shoulder as Y/n hurried over to where her phone buzzed on the living room coffee table.

"Hello? Nash?"

"Nope."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Jameson's voice. "What's up Jamie."

"Nash wanted me to tell you that the driver has arrived to pick you up."

Y/n's eyes widened as she glanced over to the clock on the far wall. "Oh? Okay that's great, I'm about to leave the house."

A loud crash came from the other side of the line, and Y/n winced, a fond smile taking over her face. "Do I wanna know?"

"Nope." Jameson seemed to be laughing as he spoke. "It's just Nash handing Xander his ass. Nothing new."

Y/n hummed, then said her goodbyes before hanging up, shoving her phone into her pocket before hurrying out of the house and into the car. She was alert, her eyes constantly flitting around to make sure she was not about to be jumpscared by Grayson.

She found a shiny black sedan with dark, tinted windows waiting just outside the apartment entrance. The driver, clad in an all black suit stepped out, opening the door for Y/n, and the sight of the middle aged man made Y/n smile.

She gave him a nod of greeting before getting in the car, moving slowly so as not to jostle Adelaide.

Y/n felt triumphant when the car started to drive down the road because she had managed to avoid Grayson, who had been visiting her and standing outside her door everyday for the past three days.

Little did she know that the blonde man had been frozen in astonishment on his way to her apartment building when he saw her get into the car.

Little did she know about the white car now following her.

Grayson was surprised- to say the least- when she left her house. He was very aware of how his presence was causing her distress, and if he was being honest, he hated how he had somehow begun stalking her. So to remedy that, he was going to go to her house today, slip a note through her door, letting her know that he was leaving, and then fly back home.

He still wanted to meet with his daughter, because however unplanned and a surprise she was, she was still his, and he was not going to abandon his child the way his father had abandoned his. But that was probably not going to happen anytime in the near future, and he was not blaming Y/n for trying to keep their daughter away.

So when he spied Y/n getting into the black sedan, his interest was piqued.

And like any normal human would do, he put his foot down on the accelerator and sped after her.

In hindsight, he shouldn't have, considering he had an inkling who she was going to meet after recognising the driver of the vehicle, but if she really was going to meet who he thought she was, then he didn't know what he was going to do.

The car turned into a street Grayson was familiar with, and when the car came to a slow stop in front of the palace like hotel, Grayson's heart started beating in an uncomfortable rhythm.

She could be meeting with anyone, right?

He tracked her figure, his eyes fixated on the little hands wrapped firmly around Y/n's body as she entered and vanished behind swinging glass doors.

She could be meeting anyone. Not necessarily someone he knew.

Anyone.

The moment he could no longer see her, Grayson hurried to park his car in front of the hotel, shoving the key in the hands of the staff member who came to assist without looking and followed Y/n.

He could only get a glimpse of her retreating form before she turned the corner to get to the elevators, and Grayson hurried over to the reception.

"Which floor was she going to?"

The receptionist, a young girl, blinked at him.

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't give you that information-"

"Alright fine, here. Let me check into my room." Grayson slapped his black card down, impatient.

The girl's eyes widened before she grabbed it. After a moment of typing away on her computer, she glanced up at Grayson, looking like she might cry.

"I'm sorry sir, but someone's occupying that room who-"

"Then empty the room." Grayson cut her off before he could hear the words he was dreading, but she continued on like he hadn't just spoken over her.

"Someone who has the same card checked in yesterday evening. Three people actually."

Grayson stared at the girl, his breathing hard, before he realised he was not acting like himself. So he straightened his posture, let his mask slip into place, and glared at her.

"They won't mind if I give them a little visit."

She looked annoyed at that. "I can't let you-"

"Good morning sir. If you'll just follow me this way."

Grayson turned around to find the manager of the hotel, the one Grayson knew very well, glaring at the receptionist before leading Grayson away.

It was a few long minutes before Grayson reached the top floor, and, his heart beating in his throat and blood rushing in his ears, he reached out to tap the card in his hand to the door.

He found what he wished he hadn't inside.

Four pairs of eyes staring straight at him in horror.

One of them Y/n.

The other three pair of them?

His brothers.

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unfriedough · 2 years

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When you have the freetime, can you please make an Zuko x fem!reader and they are trying to look after a child they found(the child has no parents)?

‘Impromptu Parents’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: HIYA! Sorry this took WAY too long, I had no motivation or time :( THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST THOUGH!!!

Summary:

Whilst walking around the market with your husband, you stumble upon a child that’s all alone. Not having the heart to leave them there, you decide to bring them along with you until their parents are found.

Ps. (C/n) is child’s name! I decided to make the child a girl, hope that’s okay!

Warnings: kids…?

Your steps fell in sync with Zuko’s, soft noises emerging from the carpeted grounds against your shoes. The fiery shades of red from the palace walls and floors surrounded you, as you made your way to the markets outside. Being the firelord’s lonely day off for the first time in a while, you were determined to make it enjoyable and relaxing. His coarse hands were firm against yours, bodies close together despite the massive corridor you two were traversing.

“What do you think we’re having for lunch?” He asked passively, thinking with his stomach.

“Mmm. Maybe fire noodles. I’ve been craving those for forever.”

“They don’t serve that here though?‘

“Who said we’re eating at the palace today?”

“Outside?” he said, shocked.

“YES!? Your one day off I’m not spending it in the same place you work?”

“That’s… actually a fair point. Fire noodles it is.”

“Good.”

“Good.” he repeated, mocking you slightly.

You pushed him slightly to the side, making him laugh before pushing you too, you pushed him again, a little harder so he’d lose his balance. He yelped as he fell, before laughing even harder, “You little,”

“Gotta split!” You sprinted to the nearby doors.

Zuko was closer than you thought, immediately tackling you to the ground, pinning you under him. You both erupted into laughter, bodies tangled and positions rather explicit. The guards tried not to look, seemingly undisturbed, but actually struggling not to break character. Unfortunately for you two, you hadn’t actually seen the dozens of men standing at the doorway. Zuko leaned down and pecked your lips, still laughing.

“Sir.” One of them choked out.

You immediately snapped back to reality, teleporting to your feet, much like Zuko.

“Uh, yeah. We’ll be um, leaving now.” he stood regally, ignoring the heat devouring his face.

They moved apart, swords clanging as they separated, allowing you and your husband to pass. As you passed them, tense and embarrassed, you side eyed Zuko, who was stiff and red in the face.

“We’re idiots.”

“Who’s we? Just you!” you replied.

“Me?” he exclaimed, “I’ll have you know I’m pretty smart.”

“Mm.” You pretended to think, “I don’t know about smart, but definitely pretty”

He looked away from you rapidly, ear tinting pink, bashfulness making you laugh. You two happily walked to the markets nearby, brushing fingers against the plants. Zuko seemed more relaxed, shoulders light, posture straight and happy, and definitely laughing more often. It was obvious you were the reason - the whole palace knew! He would visibly relax seeing you, and passively smile at the mention of your name, truly, it made the staff realise how different he was from his father.

Before you knew it, you were in the middle of a bunch of vendors, most did not even recognize you and Zuko, which was a relief. You started by heading to the fruit stalls, purchasing a variety of delicious goods, and then to the souvenir stall, securing a few bits and bobs to make the palace seem a little more homely. You two were making conversation when you were abruptly cut off.

“Get it if you want it, it’s ni-” Zuko was startled when a small figure pushed past him.

The child tugged on your pants/skirt (you choose), sniffling.

“Ma’am,”

You looked to the source, a young girl, maybe 6 or 7, stood, eyes wide and fingers shaky.

“I can’t find my mommy,” you bent down to her level, pushing back the hair from her face.

“Where did you see her last, sweetheart?”

She shrugged, “She was in the shops, I don’t know which.” a tear slipped from her eyes, and she quickly tried to wipe it.

“Well, do you wanna come with us, to look for your mom?”

“Yes please,” she opened her arms wide, for you to pick her up, and that you did.

She fit snug into your arms, head tiredly resting on your shoulder.

“What’s your name sweetie?”

“C/n. And you?”

“I’m Y/n, and this is my husband, Zuko.”

C/n leaned back from your arms, turning around to see Zuko, “Your name is like the firelord.” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, it is,”

You struggled not to laugh, your husband trying to conceal his identity.

“Let’s start over there, shall we?” you pointed at a small corner shop.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

As you walked, you tried to make small talk, the child becoming more comfortable in your arms.

“So, you know the firelord?”

“Yeah. He’s like the principal of the school, but like for the whole entire country!” she giggled, making a large gesture with her hands.

“That’s a funny way of putting it,” Zuko said, chuckling.

“Do you think he’s a nice guy?”

You were secretly hoping she’d say no, that would be hilarious.

Instead, she shrugged, “I haven’t met him. My mommy says he’s just a baby though. But I think he’s really old!” Zuko gasped, eyes widened, and mouth contorted into a smile.

“A baby huh? How old do you think he is?”

��Maybe 34.” she giggled at your wide smile, hiding her face in your tunic.

“He’s much younger than 34 I’ll have you know.” the guy in question huffed.

The decor sung once you walked in as the door triggered it. There was no one in the shop other than you guys, so you opted to move on. And this pattern repeated, the mother and father were nowhere to be found. At this point the sun began to set.

C/n was beginning to get sleepy, a yawn exiting her mouth.

“Do you have any fire chips?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

“No um, are you hungry?” she nodded.

“I say we get something to eat, and then see what to do.” Zuko’s stomach growled.

“Agreed.”

“Fire noodles?”

“Duh!”

The lights of the tacky noodle place illuminated your face, a gentle smile gracing your partner’s face as he interlocked your free hand with his. Shortly after entering, you sat down at a booth, and ordered some food - making sure to include something non spicy for C/n.

“So what’re we gonna do?” he asked, looking at the kid, who was fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“I say, we take her home with us, and tomorrow morning we can call the town to do a morning announcement thing, and ask about who’s kid this is.”

“Sounds good, I guess.”

“Is that okay with you, C/n?” You asked her.

“Yes. Thank you ma’am and sir.”

“You can just call us Y/n and Zuko, you know?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Okay, Y/n,” she giggled, and you grinned.

The food arrived not too long after, and you all dug in. C/n stuffed her face with the food, finishing it in what could probably be record time, then wiping her face with the napkin. You looked at her, a furrow in your brows.

“Hon, were you that hungry?”

“A little.” she said, sheepishly.

“You should’ve mentioned that,” Zuko said, calling over the waiter.

You ordered another bowl of the ramen for her, before continuing your meal. A few minutes later, you slurped the last noodle, and asked for the check. It was rather cheap, 5 gold coins. Your husband smiled, pulling the receipt to himself and grabbing his wallet.

“What a gentleman.” you sighed, looking at him dreamily, a mocking undertone. I mean, it’s almost like he’s the firelord or something.

He laughed, placing that and a few more into the small book, before shutting it.

“Hey wait! Zuko open it!” he furrowed his brows, C/n holding a fist up in his direction.

He did as she asked, and she dropped a coin into the check, grinning at her actions.

“My mommy always says tip.”

“We did C/n, you should keep your money to buy yourself something nice.”

She shook her head, sinking back into her chair. He shrugged, closing the check and passing it to the waiter, along with saying thank you of course. You gathered your belongings and left the establishment, the little girl choosing to hold your hand.

“The way home is long, will you be able to walk all that way?”

“Yes! I’m a big girl!” she puffed her chest.

“If you say so,” he smiled.

THough, the walk home was long. You had strayed far from the palace, although you didn’t mind. Walking with Zuko was always peaceful. The fire lit lanterns casted a orangey-yellow hue on the world, streets quiet and barren as people retired to their homes for the night. To add a cherry on top to the perfect night, your lover took you to a fountain, lights illuminating the waters. You sat on the edge of the water structure, hands interlocked with Zuko’s, while C/n watched the pretty reflections in the water, occasionally dipping her hand in for a splash. You looked at her, and once sure she was occupied, you leaned in to kiss your husband. It was sweet and short, an ‘i missed you’ type of kiss - and he understood that perfectly. He rested his forehead against yours, licking his lips sweetly, a grin lighting his face. Your hand pushed a stray lock of ravne hair from his face - a futile attempt as it fell back onto his eyes.

“You make a pretty good dad,”

“You think?”

Just as you were leaning in again, you heard footsteps. Immediately separating, you got up and checked on C/n, who was ever so occupied, then your eyes flashed to the source. An exhausted woman, much older than you, walked, another fellow by her side, with equally tired eyes. Looking over at the child, you saw a switch flipped in your head. Their eyes were similar, and her nose was practically a copy of the dad’s.

“Sweetie,” you pat her shoulder, “Do you know these guys?”

She turned her head, and her eyes widened, tears welling up, “THAT'S MY MOMMY!”

The older couple turned to you guys, before noticing the child, “C/N!” They ran up to her. She flew into her mom’s arms, sobbing and clutching her tightly. The lady tried not to cry, soothing her child as best as she could. A contrast to the dad, who had completely broken down, resting his head on his daughter’s shoulder as he cried. You and Zuko stood awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation.

The mother couldn’t stop hugging her baby, sloppily kissing her face.

“You scared us! Where were you?!” She questioned, tears streaming endlessly down her face.

“I-I was with Zuko and Y/n at the markets!” C/n could barely say, breathes laboured.

“Zuko and Y/n… Zuko and Y/n?” The dad asked, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah his name is like the firelord.”

The couple turned to you, mouths agape. You offered a smile, Zuko awkwardly rubbing his neck, “Hi.”

They immediately set their daughter down, both bowing, and signalling for her to do the same.

“Why?”

“Honey, they’re the firelord and lady.” the mom said through gritted teeth.

C/n’s eyes widened, and she looked over at you, shock evident on her small features.

“Surprise?” you shrugged.

The little girl almost passed out, immediately going to bow.

“Oh no no! You don’t have to do that!” Zuko said, making wild motions with his hand.

“Please, you can get up,” the parents listened, going back to their feet.

“We will forever be in debt to you, your highness,”

Zuko smiled, and you replied, “Oh please, C/n was an angel today,”

The girl held her mother’s arm, staring at you two sheepishly.

“Thank you,” the dad added, before moving to leave.

They bowed once again before leaving, and you turned to do the same. You got half way down the path, when you heard, “C/N!”

And then, “Hey! Wait up!” you paused and turned, immediately getting pushed over by the little girl, Zuko just about being able to push you back up to your feet. You held her in the hug, looking at her parents who seemed very embarrassed.

“I’ll miss you…”

“I’ll miss you too, C/n.”

She stepped back, then grinned at Zuko, “I’ll miss you too.” She hugged his leg, and he picked her up for a proper hug.

She leaned back from his chest, “You should come to my house! I’ll show you all of my toys!”

“Maybe some other day,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah, it’s past Zuko’s bed time.” you pinched his cheek, and he flushed red, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Do you have a bedtime?” C/n laughed at him.

Your husband narrowed his eyes at you, tilting his head sideways quickly, worlessly telling you ‘just wait and see’.

He let her down after that, and she ran to her parents, waving goodbye on the way.

Zuko’s hand was on the small of your back as you walked home, “Bedtime? Really? That was low.”

You pouted mockingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll tuck you in.” you squished his face.

Zuko pinched your side in response, a laugh exiting you from the sudden, and very ticklish, contact.

And finally, it felt like you two spent a day together, not as rulers (or principal's) of a country, but as Zuko and Y/n. A girl who loves to mock her husband, and her husband who’s name is suspiciously like that of the firelord.

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“A little to the left… no, no, the other left,” Felix tilts his head, squinting. “No, too far. Back to the first left.”

“How are you half a century older than me but don’t know your left from your right?” Rufus grumbles, adjusting the picture on the wall again. He steps back and checks his work, and then walks away before Felix can annoy him by asking for more adjustments. “That’s the last thing in the living room box.”

“Thanks again for this, Rufie,” Felix says, tottering after his superior and out of the living-dining room. He really does think it looks nice, though for the sake of Rufus’ patience, he’ll wait until after he’s gone home to tweak things a bit.

“Cassius Corvus has informed me that you are prone to ‘chipping a dainty little finger’ if you’re not supervised while doing heavy lifting tasks,” Rufus replies, with a bit of heat, probably from the unwanted nickname. He strides down the hallway to the bedroom ahead of Felix. “And I owe him a favour, so.”

“Aw, I thought you were here because you wanted to help me unpack out of the kindness of your heart!” Felix trails behind him, skipping a little. “And hold on, how long have you and Cas gotten along?”

“Since we found we could commiserate over having to look after both you and the Princess,” Rufus glowers at him over his shoulder. He nearly walks into a low ceiling beam by doing so, and dodges at the last moment. “Why in Luna’s name are you so obsessed with these low ceiling apartment designs?”

“It’s cozy! I save on the heating bill! I would think that someone as energy efficient as you would appreciate that!”

“You are going to crack your head open on one of these and then all will be able to see what I suspected for the past century: that it’s empty!”

“At least when they’re this low you can reach to hang the ceiling decorations– woah!”

Felix is proud of himself for dodging the slipper that Rufus just threw at him. It was, luckily, the first thing he happened to grab out of the box labeled ‘bedroom’, rather than the ornamental globe, or the lamp. That might have been a greater test of Felix’s reflexes.

“I can leave you to do this yourself and if you chip then that’s your problem.”

“No sir, pwease sir, not my delicate widdle fingies! Pwease, merciful Lowd Canis!”

The look that Rufus gives him could, as the humans used to say, sour milk.

“Never speak like that again.”

“Yessir.”

Rufus turns back towards the box, and drags it further towards the center of the room. The nicknacks inside are practically overflowing, and it’s only one of three fairly large containers Felix has shoved his entire bedroom into. He did have to sleep here last night, so the bed is made up, but it looks a little sad and lonely without its dozen throw-pillows and blankets to drape here and there. Rufus starts taking out these things and looks more and more aghast at how many there are.

“You do know that your family crest is not an excuse to start actually nest building, yeah?” he says, holding out a particularly obnoxiously coloured pillow. It’s bright pink, and fluffy, and shaped like a heart. Felix plucks it out of Rufus’ hands and hugs it to his chest.

“The Cygnus family does not hold a monopoly on enjoying comfortable living! But we are very good at it,” he places the heart pillow directly in the middle of the large pile against the headboard of the king size bed. “I like collecting these sorts of things. They make my home feel like my home no matter how many times I move!”

“If you just stayed in the palace you wouldn’t have to move at all,” Rufus fires back, taking out a jewellery box and showing quite a sweet amount of care in delicately placing it on the dresser. “You know the Princess would be delighted. And Cassius would be relieved. And I wouldn’t have to deal with your stupid excuses for being late to the office.”

“But unlike you, I like to keep this mythical thing called a ~work-life balance~,” Felix wiggles his fingers and releases a light sparkle into the air. Rufus looks disgusted at him for wasting magic for dramatic effect. “Which is much harder to do if I live in the same building where I work.”

“Seems to work fine for the royals.”

“Ah, but as you have likely seen from existing in the proximity of the palace and around some extremely stressed out royalty, it really doesn’t,” Felix counters, dusting off a small mirror and setting it to one side. “And I am not a royal, so I’m not obligated to put myself under that kind of pressure. So I won’t.”

“So you’re just going to live in one crumbling ruin of a building after another?” Rufus frowns as he sets hairbrushes and polish onto the dresser.

Felix watches him for a moment, and then smiles. “Thanks, Rufus.”

It catches him off-guard. “What? For what?” Rufus asks, squinting at him as though expecting some sort of stupid joke.

“For caring. For worrying about me,” Felix says, entirely sincere, picking up an empty box and folding it closed. “I know you don’t want me to get caught in some sort of cleaving event and end up in a million pieces on the surface. But I promise I do thoroughly check the location of my apartments, and that they’re not likely to fall off the side of the city at a second’s notice. I’ll be fine here. Really.”

There’s an awkward silence, wherein Rufus won’t look directly at Felix, a soft scarlet glow at the tips of his ears, which is how Felix knows he was right on target. For a man who keeps people at arms length, Rufus is certainly easy to read once you know how.

It’s sweet, really. Felix appreciates it.

With a purposeful flourish, he hefts up one of the two large boxes remaining onto the bed, and opens the lid. The inside is almost exploding with fabric. “Anyway!” he declares. “Onwards to putting away all my wardrobe! Rufie, grab the other one!”

“... Wait, are both of these just clothes?!”

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