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aquamoonchaii · 3 years

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•• genre: fluff, angst

•• warning: mentions of alcohol

•• pairing: xiaojun x fem! reader

•• wc: 1.4k

•• collab: Resonance Beach by @amorajae

•• charlie's notes: enjoy this cheesy piece <3

•• summary: you two choose the worst time to argue and separate each other for a while so xiaojun is now a party pooper and he is a sappy drunk asshole. did he even understand what you said that night?

“He is the luckiest asshole in the whole resort.”

“Not as lucky as me, remember I won the tickets to get here in the first place.” YangYang brags and a couple of mocking “thank you sir” echo the room.

“But really, who the fuck brings this alcoholic to his room?” Hendery questions and the man in question scoffs, sitting up just to find all the idiots gathered around him.

"Are you really talking about me….around me?" SiCheng, without a word, grabs his face like searching for something then proceeds to grab his hands and puts them up as he is shirtless. "He is complete, no organs removed or bruises. This guy right here is indeed lucky." Xiaojun furrows his eyebrows as SiCheng gives him a slap on the back, stands up and leaves as everyone follows him talking about what they should have for breakfast but the only rational one stays.

Kun rolls his eyes at his hungover friend when handing him a glass of water with pills he got there. "You know this resort masters at wild parties and strong liquor so why are you drinking so much? The blackout thing and being lightheaded are not sexy nor a good combination."

"I'm a grown man, it's fine."

" I know, that's why no one follows you."

"Don't lie, I heard the bartender calling you."

"...maybe. But that's not the point, how do you even get here?" XiaoJun groans because it's too early for this and he is hungry, thinking how he wants to go home and be at peace. "Whatever, just don't die DeJun. Do you have any news?"

He lowers his head and shakes it, no one really mentions it as they promised to shut up about it hoping he shuts up and enjoy.

Xiaojun indeed has been quiet but drinks one beer and he is sobbing about Y/N once again. Goddamnit. It's been a week of him drowning in his tears and three days of him drowning in alcohol, his friend is really heartbroken and he secretly wonders if this type of codependency is actually good for him.

Kun bites his hand to not call you and ask what happened because XiaoJun won't talk about the whole stuff. You two were basically glued to each other since you started dating and it was a bit awkward but XiaoJun looked happier and you were really nice to everyone.

He wonders if his probably now single friend is going to be alright. For now, he just listens to him talk for a bit and forces him to swallow a lot of healthy snacks so his liver doesn't collapse.

……….

It's been two long days at the resort and everyone is having fun except XiaoJun. He has been basically brought here as another suitcase anyways, one night he has been slurring words about Y/N and how the guys would have to kill him to make him accept the invitation to the resort and the next day he woke up at lunch time with a huge hangover at a king sized bed... at the Resort.

Fuck them all.

Until Kun made some sense because well, they didn't do it to mess with him. Actually, yes but also because XiaoJun was one of the most excited when Yangyang played a stupid lottery and won tickets to a luxury resort for a week. He helped Kun to organize everything for the other chaotic asshats, it was gonna be an unforgettable summer vacation.

Yangyang and the guys approved Y/N so they invited her but no one asked anything, maybe it was because he arrived late at the dorms looking like garbage after meeting you. He remembers reaching them and opening his hand to show them both of your rings, how embarrassing but at least that stopped the questions.

After Kun leaves, he slurs a thank you because he knows he is making this trip a nightmare for him. But a question keeps running through his head, does he actually reach his own dorm by himself?

DeJun can't even stand on his feet when frick an he acts wild almost screaming what he feels because the alcohol softs his vocal chords and makes him rant about his feelings he prefers no to talk about sober.

He doesn't stand up but leans to the little table at his left to search for his wallet and grab a lot of cash, he'll search the person and tip him extra because it's probably one of the service people that looks the worst side of him.

Let's give us some time. It would be good for both of us, DeJun.

Honestly, fuck you.

How is this good?

It was a silly argument that turned into something big as stress and miscommunication clashed, you both hurt each other with harsh words and stormed out in opposite directions. The next day he met you to talk things out and you forgave each other but it had turned awfully when you returned the promise ring to him.

You are not coming back, he can feel it.

Honestly, he wants to run to you and do something for you to get him back. But what if you end things right away? You said something about giving him a week to enjoy himself as the most repetitive thing of him at the argument was you being everywhere and he couldn't breathe.

He sighs, how stupid of him.

Basically, DeJun is the clingy one so that didn't make sense. He was the one expecting for you to come and cuddle him as you bicker with Yangyang as he tried to roast him, you caressing his hair as he played the guitar and sing for you, the little kisses on his cheek when he felts sad, how you didn't leave his hand even when you were paying for the snacks. He loved it, he was the one to search for your hand so you can hold him a bit more.

If you are taking your revenge now, it's working and he wishes once again being at the dorm so the wondering and the waiting eats him alive.

You are not coming back but he is hoping you do somehow.

…….

"DeJun! Are you drunk?" He shakes his head as he arrives at the fun stuff to do, maybe doing something would make him stop thinking about you for a bit. Everyone pats their back as he probably looks like crap and make him go to beach and learn surf.

...it doesn't work but he feels less miserable at least.

No headaches are cool too as night arrives and they are invited to a party. SiCheng bet him 100 dollars he couldn't pass the night without a single shot and he raises an eyebrow.

"I'll be the one who takes you to the dorm, I won't clean anything tho."

"Deal."

The variety of cocktails makes everyone drunk as hell and XiaoJun actually has fun watching Kun dancing on the table as everyone cheers for him. Hendery breaks empty glasses as he tries to do a house of cards with them, he is the one in charge of apologies tonight. SiCheng literally passes out on his lap and he can't move.

Luckily, the staff helps him and takes each asshat to their room and he gets the chance to ask who is the person who takes him to his own room.

"No staff was needed, sir. A lady came the first night and handed me her number so I could call her when you were passed out."

"Uh, what?"

"We allowed it as he addressed herself as your girlfriend. The friend who slept over you confirmed to us she made you arrive safely."

WHAT.

"Can you call her please?"

And there you are coming hurriedly from another side of the resort, waving at the bartender. "Where is he?"

He lifts his hand and nervously waves, you approach him awkwardly and waved too. "So you caught me."

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"Well, you weren't in conditions for it."

"And what's the best condition?" He doesn't know how to feel, but being embarrassed is the first thing that gets the best of him as you saw it all.

"Maybe sober?" You shrugged your shoulders and sat down in front of him, his cheeks heated because he remembers talking to someone about how sorry he feels for the woman he loves. "You really don't know how to listen to me, huh?" He looks at you utterly confused but his heart flutters when you extend your hand to him. DeJun carefully grabs yours and lets out a shaky sigh like he has been holding his breath since you left.

"Y/N…"

"There's no need to explain further, I heard it all with hiccups and everything." You chuckle and caress his hand. "It was too extreme for me to return the ring, I'm so sorry for that. But I really thought a week alone would make us think if this relationship was going well and… I felt awful. I literally made you cookies twice and kept forgetting we were on a break. I am not sure how to ask this but, how did your week go?"

"I literally can't see because of how swollen my eyes are. Never do this again please I'm so annoyed I'm going to cry again."

"I won't I promise, I also can't see." You laugh and he looks at you, your sweet eyes lighten up as he stands up and kisses them both over the table as he mutters apologies again.

"Can you keep it as a secret what I did hen drunk?"

"You screamed my name but I loved it." XiaoJun groans and covers his ears as you laugh, he searches his pocket and give shou the ring.

He is never going to drink again but he makes you write on a napkin a promise to wear the ring everywhere.

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afandommultiverse · 3 years

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One Night Lifetimes - Langris Vaude

word count - 4k

request - patpatlangit

warnings - Lime, no actual smut even though it says lemon juice, I'm sorry I got really tired and ended up making this 4k words and didn't have the brainpower or creativity to write smut, demand of abortion

a/n - of course enjoy, and let me know about any spelling errors please! Again sorry there no team smut❤️

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“Hey, Y/n, you’re glowing a bit, you okay?” Looking up from your food you stared at Vanessa questioningly. Her sudden odd question caught the attention of some of the others eating at the table.

“Oh yeah! Did you do some new kind of body wash, Y/n? You’re shiny!” Asta exclaimed, stuffing his face as he looked at me for an answer, as did everyone else.

“No… I haven’t changed anything in my schedule- or any of my products.” The only thing different from my life is… I couldn’t be? He wouldn’t be stupid enough… Everyone else continued to talk and speculate before someone finally asked the Captain for his opinion.

“What do you think, Cap’n?” Yami eyed you up and down, his expression unreadable as he looked at you over his newspaper. Before going back to reading he folded to the next page saying;

“I know a thing or two about glowing women… I’ll call a good mage of mine to come to check you out.”

***

“Any change in foods?”

“Uhm, no not really.”

“And you said you haven’t changed any bathing products?”

“Yep.”

“No schedule changes?”

“No.”

“Well, then I’ll run a quick spell over ya’ and we should know what's wrong with you in a jiffy, Dearie.” The old woman smiled warmly, easing your anxious nerves and buzzing fingers, which played together tirelessly in your lap. The doctor's grimoire opened and the relief of her mana washed through your body, cleansing every cell leaving you with refreshed, rested bones and muscles overworked or exerted from missions with every touch, even the slight nausea you had earlier disappeared.

“When was the last time you had your monthly cycle, Dearie?” You look at the woman, confused but almost knowing what she was already going to say. Again that nausea was back, along with a new lump in your throat that burned and tightened the muscles around it, pulling painfully on the tear ducts of your eyes.

“Two- Two months.” Your voice was shaky, wavering weakly in reply.

“Oh, Dearie,” Reading your face she didn’t know what to say. All she did was hug you and rub your back consolingly as you sat frozen, still breathing and heart.

Time seemed to blur by after that when you came back to the hideout in your room, Yami and the mage talking outside, they’re murmurs coming through the wooden door taunted your ears. A few moments of silence passed before the door opened to show Yami. He came in as neutral as ever, lighting a cigarette and coming to sit beside you on the bed, which creaked loudly under his weight.

“Here, Gladys gave me these to give to you.” He handed you a glass bottle of small capsules. You looked at the bottle and read the label ‘Prenatal Supplements,’ yet another sign that what was happening is real.

“Are you going to keep it?” Yami asked, looking at the wall while blowing out a puff of smoke.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you going to tell him?” You snorted weakly.

“I think that's the only thing I’m sure about at this point.” You fell to the side and laid your head on his shoulder, holding back every tear that had been building up behind your eyes since you got the news.

“So am I gonna tell Finral he’s going to be an uncle or do you want the honors?” You turned to look up at him, head-snapping so fast you thought you broke it.

“You knew?” Yami turned to look at you, a grin pulling at his lips, teeth gripping his cigarette in place.

“Who do you think brought you back that night?”

***

“Captain Langris? A visitor is here to see you.” Langris frowned, he wasn’t expecting anyone today, he was supposed to be working on mission assignments and specifically freed up the day due to his lag in work as of late, a certain woman clouding his thoughts.

“Come in.” He wasn’t prepared for who came through the threshold of his office door. In you walked, legs striding with a confidence you didn’t feel at all, but you could have fooled him, with your head held high you met him head-on at his desk.

“What can I do for you, Y/n?” His chin came to rest on his pen that he held in front of him with his two hands, watching you with sharp, intrigued eyes, anyone else might have thought he was bored, but he was beyond curious of where this would go.

“I-” The words were stuck in your throat, a huge knot holding up the words from passing your lips.

“What is it?” He didn't mean to come off so rude but it was out of instinct, he wasn’t a patient man.

“W-Well.” Once again the words balled up in your throat, restricting your breathing as your eyes began to water, built-up anxiety and nerves ripping away at your nerves as you began to shake.

“Well? Get on with it-”

“I'M PREGNANT!” The scream seemed to clear your throat, but the shaking continued, as did the tears burning your eyes, blurring the reaction of Langris, but you didn’t need to see it.

“Get rid of it.” you blinked, breakdown halted for but a second, a second of clarity where you saw him, terrified and desperate, another blink, calm- angry eyes. You took a step back, disgusted, almost betrayed. You didn’t know what to expect when coming here, but it wasn’t this.

“Y/n wait-” He could see the disgust in your somber eyes, the regret for even coming here. He should've known, his mouth speaking before he even really thought about it, a mistake solely on his part.

“No, I-I’m sorry to bother you but I need to go.”

“Y/n no-!” You were just out of reach, just falling from his hand, his stumble almost made him run into the door which you slammed closed on your way out, by the time he opened it, you were already gone.

“Fuck…”

***

Three Years Later

“Thank you for coming in on such short notice.” Langris was quiet and hushed as spoke to Finral, essentially unnerving him.

“Langris? Are you okay?” Finral almost offered to get him a glass of water but held back in fear of insulting his younger brother, even after their bettered relationship, Finral still felt there were some lines he still didn’t get to cross.

“Fine, I’m fine. I’ve asked for you because I have a proposition.”

“A proposition?” Finral watched as Langris pulled out a long piece of paper from his desk, the edges sharp and lined with gold. As Langris laid the paper down slid it toward his older brother, Finral in return, brushing it closer, reading the words written with wide eyes.

“I-Is this some sort of joke?!” Finral shoved the paper away, glaring at his brother, not finding one of his usual pranks so funny. After everything he’d done, what right does he have to ask this of him- to ask this of you!

“Finral-”

“No! Do you have any idea what you said did to her? I’ve seen your lows, Langris, but I didn’t think you would go this far. I thought you had made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with-”

“It was a mistake! Those words were flying out of my mouth before I even had a chance to even think of what I was saying. I know that doesn’t make it any better, but it’s the truth. Y/n doesn’t deserve that, she doesn’t even deserve me, she should have nothing but the best but… well- goddamnit I love her and I’m going to try my damn well hardest to fix what I did!” Finral couldn’t believe it, the tears filling his younger brother's eyes only fueling the shock rippling throughout his senses, freezing him. Langris loved you? Langris didn’t love anyone.

“How do I know you're not lying, that you’re not just trying to get close to her and Lefric only to kidnap him and sell him huh?” Finral eyes his brother, suspicion ripping at his thoughts, training each opinion and speculation.

“Lefric? Is that his name?” The smile on Langris’ face was almost unnatural, something Finral hadn’t seen in so long, a genuine smile.

“Y-Yes.” Langris hummed, leaning back and seeming to drift away in his thoughts, probably his little paradise where he was with you and Lefric, a part of the family you had created, but the sadness clouded his eyes once again, reminded by the reality of which you hate him, and your son, his son, didn’t even know he existed.

“I don’t plan to sell my son, and I don’t plan on deceiving Y/n either, I just want another chance.” Finral sat back and looked at his brother for a long time, and several emotions ran through his eyes and face, sometimes his eyes contradicting the face he was making, and then he was completely unreadable. It was the first time Langris wanted to hear Finral speak.

“Okay, I’ll bring her- BUT if you so much as making a suspicious glance at her OR Lefric, we are outta there!” Langris almost could hold his joy in, feeling like jumping around and throwing his hands in the air, instead he settled on a face-splitting smile that frightened his older brother.

“Perfect! Shall we get you ready for your wedding?”

“MY WHAT?!”

***

Sitting in the white chair your blood boiled, simmering under your skin and scorching your veins. What was Finral thinking bringing you here, bringing Lefric here! You had the mind to struggle him in your seat right now if the music hadn’t started playing and everyone stood. Lefric hung off my you as you both turned to watch the bride walk down the aisle.

Finesse looks gorgeous, draped in a white fabric dripping from her figure in exact seams and hems. Her veil was decorative, lace flowers growing across, she looked like a goddess. Walking toward the steps of her future matrimony, gorgeous lilies in hand, you couldn't help but think if this deity knew about her future husband's bastard child. Everyone sat back down and the priest began, looking over at Finral, you realized why he might have brought you, clutching at his slacks, he couldn’t even look up at the ceremony, eyes burning into his legs. You only slid Lefric onto one hip and grabbed Finral’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You were happy to feel a small squeeze back.

The ceremony blurred as Lefric began moving, playing with your dress and hair, you couldn’t help but play with him too, making sure you were still quiet, but your playtime was halted when a sentence from the priest caught your ear.

“Is there anyone who objects to this?” The priest turned to the crowd looking for objectors, surprise pulling at his old face when someone did.

“I do.” The priest pulled back, babbling nothings before spitting out, “I beg your pardon?!”

“I object. I don’t love her and I don’t want this marriage.” Some people in the crowd gasped, some even laughed, others watched on in astound, frozen in their seats. You looked away from the others, catching the sad face of Finesse at the altar, as sad as she was though, the breath of relief was obvious.

“I wouldn’t want to put Finesse through that.” Confusion wiped at her eyes, some even dotting my face with furrowed brows. Langris turned to look at me, looking as though relieved and elated. His gaze went sideways finding Finral and nodding. The brothers wordlessly switched places, much to your annoyance as you whispered questions to Finral as he walked away. Panic and anxiety bubbled up and your hold on Lefric tightened a little watching as Langris walked closer, his final steps the only thing you heard over the blood rushing your ears.

“Y/n.” His voice was but a whisper, hesitant and tentative much like a shy child, which coming from Langris, was the least of what you expected. His eyes dropped from you and fell on your son, eyes suddenly ten times brighter. He looked as though he was going to pick Lefric up from me, but he stopped, his arms frozen awkwardly, before stiffly smoothing down his suit. His hand came down to grab my free one before turning back to the priest and saying,

“You may continue.” The priest looked off to the parents of Langris and Finral, met with angry scowls but nodding heads, so he continued.

Sitting beside you, he paid you no mind, never once letting go of your hand either. You thought of pulling it away, even moving your wrist a little to pull it away but you stopped. Why you don’t know, maybe it was because his hand was so warm, a warmth you’d been needing for a while.

“And do you Finral Roulacase take Finesse to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“And do you Finesse Calmreich, take Finral to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold till death do you part?”

“I do!”

“I may now pronounce you as husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!”

***

The reception was loud and joyful food and drinks passed around nobles and spectators mingling together, each going up and their own time to congratulate the married couple. When it came to be your turn, Langris followed you up, practically as attached to your hip as Lefric.

“Y/n I know I’m horrible but-”

“Congratulations Finral, I’m glad everything could work out. You two deserve each other.” You watched as Finesse smiled and squeezed at Finral’s hand. Finral smiled as he looked down at the hand clasping his, still not believing that this was truly happening.

“Thank you, Y/n.” You nodded.

“Of course.” you set down your wedding gift to give to them on the table before handing over a second present.

“So since someone has some explaining to do and you're busy, you get to watch Lefric while Langris does explain this all to me. Sound good? Good?” The end was a bit snippy, but you're already peeved off self sort-of had a right. Langris followed without command and followed you into the first empty room you could find, a simple guest room. You sat on the bed and sighed, staring up at Langis with squinted eyes, skeptical of his motives.

“You may begin.”

“I made a deal with Finral that if he brought you to the wedding, he would be marrying Finesse instead of me.” Never one to beat around the bush, Langris answered you with a bored tone, staring at you like he had done nothing wrong like he’d done nothing at all.

“And what in the hell were you thinking when you did that?” You were pissed, fuse lit and burning down fast, you were ready to explode.

“I was thinking that I love you and I want to be a family, I want to be a father to Lefric.” It was like a bucket of water had been dropped on you, efficiently washing out the burning fuse. Langris dropped to his knees and looked up at you.

“Please, give me a chance Y/n. You wouldn’t believe how sorry I am, honest. I didn’t mean to say what I did back then, and I'm so glad you didn’t listen to my foolish ass. Please, Y/n I don’t think I can watch him grow up from the sidelines.”

“You’ve done well so far,” you muttered, turning away from his pleading eyes which seemed to burn through you , pulling at the heart-strings you had thought you cut off. He looked away with a small sad smile, shaking his head.

“No, I haven’t. I was there when you had your seventh-month scare, even arranging a better doctor for you. I was there when you were recovering in the hospital after giving birth. I managed to catch glimpses of him at his first birthday party but that was a bit difficult, that boy Asta moves around too much for his good. It was his second birthday, I couldn’t make it, I was sent on an assignment near the kingdom's border, and god- I was so pissed. I don’t think I’d ever seen my men so scared of me.” He stopped coming forward to drop down in front of you. Langris Vaude, on his knees, looking up at you like you were the empress which ruled his life.

“I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t watch him from the sidelines, I wanted to see him and me… I wanted to see you.” He finished shakily, eyes dropping to the thighs he leveled with, he was sincere, honest, there was nothing much he missed more than you, even if it was only one night, no woman has ever compared to you. Looking up at you now, sharp eyes glaring at him while slowly softening as he pleaded, Langris had never felt more at home then underneath you. He was so close, closer than he’d been in four years, he didn’t even feel his arm moving from his side moving to lay on your thigh, falling in slightly. Langris knew he had you when he spotted the shiver in your back run down your thighs closing them around the fingers that slipped to touch the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“Langris,” Your voice was stern but it wavered, frailty curving around your words as they fell from lips. “I don’t… I can’t just accept you into my life this is gonna take a lot of time. You hurt me Langris, scared me.” Your head pulled at his own, curling it up in your CV hands.

“But I can meet you halfway, as long as you promise to do the same.” Langris felt his breath stop, looking up at you he felt like crying, he felt like screaming in joy but he settled on smiling up at you, tears welling in his eyes slowly, making his eyes shine in the lowly lit room.

“Thank you,” He whispered, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

***

Six Months Later

Langris met halfway, if not more which swept you off your feet more than anything, the second Langris met Lefric he had been nothing less than a loving father, spending time with him as much as he could and even taking him out, of course only with you or Finral’s presence. If Lefric became upset, Langris was there to ask him what’s wrong and comfort him before a cry even left his lips. Family dinner became a thing every Wednesday, usually held at the Black Bulls hideout but the times where you ate with Golden Dawn commanders sometimes evening the Captain coming to join, those nights were filled with just as rich food and laughter.

Then there were the dates, the nights Finral and Finesse took care of Lefric and left you and Langris to go out and eat, filled with flirty gestures and hearty chuckles. As much as he cared for Lefric, Langris equally cared for you, checking on you when you seemed stressed, coming to see you after coming back from a mission, even occasionally going shopping with you for small things or groceries because he wanted to be near you. With Langris as Vice-Captain and you being a guild member yourself, it was hard and there were some disagreements, old Langris even coming out a few times but he never failed to apologize, and neither did you if you were wrong, you both couldn’t afford to be petty, if he- if you both wanted this work, then you had to think about Lefric as well.

Six months doesn’t feel like much, but as you break down every moment, every decision, every soft minute, each building juncture in your budding relationship, you wouldn’t give it up for anything. To you, Langris had long proven himself and you were tired of waiting for the right time to thank him and forgive him.

“Are you ready?” You snapped out of the recollection of events, met with the questioning eyes of a certain Vice Captain, holding his hand out for you, ready to take you home after a refined night out at some highly rated nobility restaurant. The food had been great and the wine was sweet, heavy on your tongue and you never found your mouth closed, conversation buzzing the entire night, carrying with the wind that softly blew around you both. You had come as the sun was setting, dining and watching the sunset but as the dinner went on the sun long faded and the dark sky filled your desert with stars and a chill that ran up and down your spine, dressed a little too thin.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry.” You move to get up, pushing your chair back in before taking Langris’ hand letting him lead you out, opening every door for you and letting you through first making you feel like royalty. He walked toward a carriage waiting for you both but you waved off the driver and pulled Langris back.

“Walk with me.” He looked stunned, almost pulling back from you before catching up, walking beside you and still looking questioning. Walking for minutes on end, Langris didn’t know where you were going, but he didn’t mind, he would follow you anywhere. It was when you shivered lightly while the harsh wind blew between you, shaking the trees around you, making the leaves swish a blow in an airy sound, did Langris speak.

“Maybe we should head back soon, it’s getting pretty cold.” He didn’t ask but he didn't pull you away either instead continuing to follow as you pulled him to a little inn. You walked in and straight to the desk lady asking for one room, pulling out your own money before Langris could think of reaching for his, he was annoyed with that and rolled his eyes averting himself from you for a bit before walking with you again when you handed the key.

“What about Lefric?”

“He’s with Finral and Finesse tonight.”

“Yeah, but Finral’s is an idi- ahem! Finral is... Finral.” He settled, taking the key from your hands gently and pulling up next to your room, unlocking the door and letting you in.

“Finral is very much capable of taking care of Lefric and if not he has Finesse! They’ll be fine, they always are, and if they aren’t, they know just how to get a hold of us.” You spoke, slipping off your thin coat and beginning to drop useless jewelry onto the side table. You stopped for a second turning to find Langris in the door staring at the room, analyzing every inch meticulously. “What?”

“What are we doing here?” He looked back over to you, suddenly you noticed the way he gripped the key, his eyes falling down your figure while you took your time to answer. Slowly you walked from the bedside table and sat on the bed taking off your heels promptly, and sitting back in the bed looking at Langris with just as much yearning as he did you.

“I think I’ve left you waiting long enough,” You unclipped your dress from your back and shrugged it down, bunching it at your hips halting as you looked back up at him. Watching his face fall, eyes widen and devouring every inch of naked skin they could scour, falling on your bare breast with a shuddering breath. “don’t you think?”

The door was slammed shut, you almost feared he broke the door frame almost waiting for the door to just swing back open but it held. Langris was on you in a second and suddenly you found yourself on your back, hands pulling your dress down your legs hastily. He pulled back taking a shuddering breath as he looked at you, watching you slide your legs open waiting for him to do something, anything. Becoming a little bashful with his long stare, your legs began to droop, almost falling closed but he caught them.

“Don’t cover yourself, Honey, it’s been so long.” His voice ending in a high whine as he slipped onto the bed, arms wrapping under your legs to set them on his lithe shoulders. Langris turned to look back up at me finding my eyes.

“Can I touch you?” you didn’t hesitate.

“Please!” and neither did he.

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Moving Out

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You never thought you could cry this much for hours to no end. Harry were always there to comfort you whenever you feel down, and you to him.

You never thought that there would come a time where you'll be packing your bags at two thirty am on a Wednesday night. When you first moved in, you were so sure that the next time you have to pack all of your belongings is when you and Harry moves in to your own new home.

You never thought you and Harry will reach this breaking point. You always thought that a little fight here and there would be fixed but not this one, not at all.

You always thought that you and Harry are the end game after hours and hours of talking about your future together - like what type of house you two are going to get after being engaged, or what type of wedding you wanted and the honeymoon place he would pick, or how many little you and him you wanted, if you wanted a pet and everything - but all of that seems too far away to reach now.

You wiped your tears as you tried to calm yourself down and finish packing. You pack in a matter of minutes especially when you're about to see Harry or when you two decided to have a spontaneous getaway but now even picking up a shirt takes you minutes to put in your bag.

Your heart churns at the thought of leaving this house, of leaving the memories behind, of leaving Harry but you have to be strong and to keep on going.

With a shaking hands, you zipped up your second luggage that contains the rest of your clothes, fanning yourself with your clammy hands as you looked around your shared room where it all ended.

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"I can't keep doing this to myself Harry! I can't keep pretending anymore!", you said pacing in front of your shared bed where Harry sits.

Harry sighs as he rubbed his face with his hands, "let's just sleep this out, okay? We'll talk about this tomorrow, I'm knackered babe.", your boyfriend said as he slowly lowers his body to the bed to sleep.

"No!", you stomped your left feet hard on the carpeted floor you can feel the pain on your feet, "were talking about this now! I'm tired Harry...", lowering your head as you said the next few words, "I'm so so so tired!", you cried out making Harry look at you.

You never wanted to let him know how tired you are, you love him and would never be tired of doing so but you're tired of this constant back and forth that's been going on for weeks now where it seems like no one can hear you.

"It was just a stunt and you knew better than anyone else to believe that!", throwing his hands in the air, your boyfriend is now back to his sitting position again, starting to get frustrated.

"I understand that, but making out? Really Ha-"

"That's for the media! Goddamnit!"

Frustrated tears started to come out of your eyes making your eye contact break, "it's not just about that! You never had any time for me anymore and its so-"

"Oh Y/N, you're being selfish right now, love!", your breath hitched from your boyfriend's sarcastic reply, the way he said it feels like you're not talking to Harry - your Harry.

Composing yourself as quickly as your breath tumbled, you pointed your pointer finger at him, "stop interrupting me! I can't do this anymore, H!"

Harry met your eyes for a quick second where you think you almost saw something flashed in his eyes but it was gone way too quick as he started to yell at you back, "you said you're okay with it?! I needed publicity!"

"I was! At first I was...", feeling defeated you started to lower you voice, "but then as month passes you seem to have forgotten that you have a girlfriend in real world! And I'm sorry if this girlfriend can't give you the publicity you needed!"

"Then what do you want, huh? Want me to tell the management that my 'real girlfriend' couldn't handle a stunt and is crying like a baby right now?! Is that what you want Y/N?!"

You wanted to slap him, to punch him repeatedly, to yell more and more at him just so he can feel how hurt and frustrated you are but in the midst of everything, your love for him still wins. You know you couldn't hurt him no matter how much he hurt you so you only told him what you think is the best thing to do right now, "I want us to take a break..."

"A break?", Harry asked.

The thought of taking a break scares you more than anything right now but you'd rather do it than risk not having to fix any of this.

"I'm not breaking up with you H, I just need to think this out an-"

"Only a few only comes back after a break...", he started, "but fine, Kendall's here anyways. The fans don't know we're dating so it's not going to affect the sales."

"Wow Harry, just wow! Are you being serious right now?", you tried to mask the crack in your voice but it seems useless as Harry probably doesn't notice it anyway.

"What?"

Your continuous tears continues to make its way out while Harry doesn't seem to look bothered, "you're unbelievable! You're thinking about 'that' right now as were falling apart? Kendall?! And the money?!", wiping your tear streaked face with your arms.

Harry used to wipe your tears from your face saying that he hates seeing you cry unless its happy tears and he despise causing you pain but now, you're not sure if he even remembers it anymore.

"It was what were fighting about in the first place! What else do you want?!", emphasizing his words but pointing his pointer finger at you as he walks on your place making you walk backwards.

"I just want you to give time for me! Just a bit!", your hips hit the small study table at the corner of the room making you cry in agony with the next few words, "just a bit H!"

"Don't you dare Y/N! You know this would happen the moment you decided to dat-"

"I KNOW! Fuck! I know!", you straightened your self and pushed your chest towards Harry, this time making him move backwards, "but the fact that you're spending so much time on her makes me think that this isn't just a PR stunt anymore..."

With a disbelief voice, Harry asks, "are you saying that I'm cheating on you?"

"Are you? Besides holding her hands and kissing her for the media?", you make you way past him slowly sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No. I would never do that to you, Y/N."

"Okay.", you replied, only looking at the door beside him.

Harry punched the wall near him making you look up in alarm, "okay? Just okay?!"

You know he would never hit you but you can't seem to think straight anymore.

"What else do you want me to say Harry?"

It's now Harry's turn to pace around the room, "I don't know, that maybe you believe me?"

"I wish i can...", you whispered, playing with your fingers, specifically the one on your left where you were so sure a ring would sit before tonight.

"I- you know what? Let's just finish this.", Harry said sternly.

You don't know what exactly he's saying but you're scared to find out and it's only a matter of time where your bubble can still keep you alive.

Slowly looking up to him, you started asking, "are you sayi-"

"Yes! Fuck! That's what you wanted right?", the frustration in his voice and in his face is too visible to ignore as he run both of his hand through his hair and pulling on it as if he's going crazy.

"I said a break! Not a break up Harry!", standing up as you yelled the words, ready fo fight for your relationship.

But Harry seems done, lowering his voice the same time he lowers his head, "it's the same thing, Y/N, it's the same thing..."

Maybe you're crazy, maybe you're not. Maybe you should take a break, maybe you shouldn't. Only there's one thing you're certain about - it's how much this is killing you and you're ready to burst but you still love him more than anything around you.

"Fine! You can go back to Kendall now! Were done!", it hurts you to say those words but you know you can't take it back now, "I don't know if I know you anymore, H...", what happened this night already happened and you couldn't take it back.

You look at Harry as he shakes his head 'no' then left the room making you cry harder.

He used to be the one that wipes your tears away but now you have to do it for yourself, and what hurts the most is that he's the one that caused your tears.

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Shaking your head to get rid of the fresh memory, you realized you're crying again. You took a few deep breaths and continued packing the rest of your stuff.

You're aim is to get out of here as fast as possible while Harry's still out. Finishing everything up as you closed the bathroom door and your last bag containing your toiletries and your shoes, making sure to not leave anything behind.

You made your way down the stairs after calling a Uber, taking two rounds of going back and forth upstairs to bring your four huge luggage downstairs.

Making your way to the kitchen to drink some water then going back to the living room to wait for the Uber, someone opened the front door.

From the kitchen, you can see a tipsy Harry looking at your bags on the floor, "what's this Y/N?"

"We're not together anymore so I'm moving out, don't worry my cab is on the way, you won't need to put up with me for a long time...", you said slowly walking towards him and your bags.

"You know you don't have to leave in the middle of the night, right? I'm not kicking you out but if you want to leave immediately, you could have done it tomorrow when the sun is up", he replied. The air around the house too thick for your liking.

"Why?", you asked.

"Love, you have nowhere to go right now and I still care about you.", his voice pleads you to stay until the morning where he knows you'll be much safer. You almost melted at his concern but you're far too deep to your emotions now.

"Don't call me love. You can't call me that anymore.", Harry lowers his head at your words, "and you don't seem to care earlier, what's the difference now?"

You two know that you both fucked up and you can't do anything about it now.

"I will always care about you, Y/N. I still love you, so much and I wish I can take back everything that's been said and done but I can't and I'm so sorry for everything. I still want u-", the honk outside interrupted his voice making him close his eyes tightly.

You know what's he's going to say but you're not sure if you're ready for it, or if you'll ever be ready for it.

Harry took two of your bags as you took the rest, not resisting his help anymore as you're too tired to fight him off.

Opening the door, the chilly wind touches your skin, "so this is it huh?", you looked up at Harry, your tears at bay again.

"I don't want this to be just it, Y/N...", Harry dropped your bags and pulled you to his chest tightly making you drop the bags you're holding too, "baby I'm so sorry...", he sobbed, "I wish I could ta-"

"What's done is done Harry...", you whispered on his chest that's thumping hard as you tighten your hold on him, "I love you H...", Harry repeatedly kissed your hairline at your words, still not wanting to let you go.

"I love you too and I still want us and if you still want me, you know where you find me...", with that, Harry kissed your forehead softly one last time before letting you go.

The driver helped you put your bags on the trunk of the cab, Harry still watching from his porch. You waved at him and went inside the cab, not breaking the eye contact even after the cab started moving, until you couldn't see him anymore.

You directed the driver to drop you to the nearest hotel as where you cried yourself until the next evening, questioning where the both of you went wrong and if your relationship is still worth saving for.

Everything around you is uncertain and unclear, you don't know where to live or how you're going to face the reality but there's one thing you're certain and clear above all - you love Harry and didn't regret meeting him.

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You never thought you could cry this much for hours to no end. Harry were always there to comfort you whenever you feel down, and you to him.

You never thought you and Harry will reach this breaking point. You always thought that a little fight here and there would be fixed but not this one, not at all.

Your heart churns at the thought of leaving this house, of leaving the memories behind, of leaving Harry but you have to be strong and to keep on going.

With a shaking hands, you zipped up your second luggage that contains the rest of your clothes, fanning yourself with your clammy hands as you looked around your shared room where it all ended.

---

"I can't keep doing this to myself Harry! I can't keep pretending anymore!", you said pacing in front of your shared bed where Harry sits.

"It was just a stunt and you knew better than anyone else to believe that!", throwing his hands in the air, your boyfriend is now back to his sitting position again, starting to get frustrated.

"I understand that, but making out? Really Ha-"

"That's for the media! Goddamnit!"

Frustrated tears started to come out of your eyes making your eye contact break, "it's not just about that! You never had any time for me anymore and its so-"

"Oh Y/N, you're being selfish right now, love!", your breath hitched from your boyfriend's sarcastic reply, the way he said it feels like you're not talking to Harry - your Harry.

Composing yourself as quickly as your breath tumbled, you pointed your pointer finger at him, "stop interrupting me! I can't do this anymore, H!"

"Then what do you want, huh? Want me to tell the management that my 'real girlfriend' couldn't handle a stunt and is crying like a baby right now?! Is that what you want Y/N?!"

"A break?", Harry asked.

The thought of taking a break scares you more than anything right now but you'd rather do it than risk not having to fix any of this.

"I'm not breaking up with you H, I just need to think this out an-"

"Only a few only comes back after a break...", he started, "but fine, Kendall's here anyways. The fans don't know we're dating so it's not going to affect the sales."

"Wow Harry, just wow! Are you being serious right now?", you tried to mask the crack in your voice but it seems useless as Harry probably doesn't notice it anyway.

"What?"

Harry used to wipe your tears from your face saying that he hates seeing you cry unless its happy tears and he despise causing you pain but now, you're not sure if he even remembers it anymore.

"It was what were fighting about in the first place! What else do you want?!", emphasizing his words but pointing his pointer finger at you as he walks on your place making you walk backwards.

"I just want you to give time for me! Just a bit!", your hips hit the small study table at the corner of the room making you cry in agony with the next few words, "just a bit H!"

"Don't you dare Y/N! You know this would happen the moment you decided to dat-"

With a disbelief voice, Harry asks, "are you saying that I'm cheating on you?"

"Are you? Besides holding her hands and kissing her for the media?", you make you way past him slowly sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No. I would never do that to you, Y/N."

"Okay.", you replied, only looking at the door beside him.

Harry punched the wall near him making you look up in alarm, "okay? Just okay?!"

You know he would never hit you but you can't seem to think straight anymore.

"What else do you want me to say Harry?"

It's now Harry's turn to pace around the room, "I don't know, that maybe you believe me?"

"I wish i can...", you whispered, playing with your fingers, specifically the one on your left where you were so sure a ring would sit before tonight.

"I- you know what? Let's just finish this.", Harry said sternly.

You don't know what exactly he's saying but you're scared to find out and it's only a matter of time where your bubble can still keep you alive.

Slowly looking up to him, you started asking, "you're sayi-"

"Yes! Fuck! That's what you wanted right?", the frustration in his voice and in his face is too visible to ignore as he run both of his hand through his hair and pulling on it as if he's going crazy.

"I said a break! Not a break up Harry!", standing up as you yelled the words, ready fo fight for your relationship.

But Harry seems done, lowering his voice the same time he lowers his head, "it's the same thing, Y/N, it's the same thing..."

You look at Harry as he shakes his head 'no' then left the room making you cry harder.

He used to be the one that wipes your tears away but now you have to do it for yourself, and what hurts the most is that he's the one that caused your tears.

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Shaking your head to get rid of the fresh memory, you realized you're crying again. You took a few deep breaths and continued packing the rest of your stuff.

You made your way down the stairs after calling a Uber, taking two rounds of going back and forth upstairs to bring your four huge luggage downstairs.

Making your way to the kitchen to drink some water then going back to the living room to wait for the Uber, someone opened the front door.

From the kitchen, you can see a tipsy Harry looking at your bags on the floor, "what's this Y/N?"

"We're not together anymore so I'm moving out, don't worry my cab is on the way, you won't need to put up with me for a long time...", you said slowly walking towards him and your bags.

"Why?", you asked.

"Love you have nowhere to go right now and I still care about you.", his voice pleads you to stay until the morning where he knows you'll be much safer. You almost melted at his concern but you're far too deep to your emotions now.

"Don't call me love. You can't call me that anymore.", Harry lowers his head at your words, "and you don't seem to care earlier, what's the difference now?"

You two know that you both fucked up and you can't do anything about it now.

"I will always care about you, Y/N. I still love you, so much and I wish I can take back everything that's been said and done but I can't and I'm so sorry for everything. I still want u-",the honk outside interrupted his voice making him close his eyes tightly.

You know what's he's going to say but you're not sure if you're ready for it, or if you'll ever be ready for it.

Harry took two of your bags as you took the rest, not resisting his help anymore as you're too tired to fight him off.

Opening the door, the chilly wind touches your skin, "so this is it huh?", you looked up at Harry, you tears at bay again.

"What's done is done Harry...", you whispered on his chest that's thumping so hard, "I love you H...", Harry repeatedly kissed your hairline at your words, still not wanting to let you go.

"I love you too and I still want us and if you still want me, you know where you find me...", with that, Harry kissed your forehead softly one last time before letting you go.

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