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astromaki · 3 years

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part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

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yyxgin · 3 years

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🌃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 || 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

☆ han jisung x fem! reader ☆

☆ GENRE: college au, best friends to lovers au, fluff

☆ SUMMARY: There’s only one thing that can help your stressed out mind when you have a week left to finish the most important assignment for your art class of them all, and that is the honey voice of your best friend. What a shame he’s too shy to sing sometimes.

☆ WORDS: 5k

☆ WARNINGS: swearing and that is it me thinks

You hear the silent melody coming from your best friend sitting on the other side of the couch, quiet hums gradually flowing into coherent words as he mindlessly scrolls through social media on his phone, his low singing filling your empty living room as you take your eyes off your phone and watch him.

He looks casual, just like always. The army-green hoodie looks about two times his size enveloping his body, the hood thrown over his head to hide his messy hair, sweatpants hiding a little bit of his foot as well as if to make him look extra tiny today. The song coming out of his mouth sounds similar, yet it still sounds new to you when you catch him randomly singing during the day on times when he forgets he doesn't want anyone to hear.

"It cannot wait, I'm yours-" his head snaps up to meet your eyes, immediately shutting up and looking back to his phone screen.

"No, why'd you stop?" you whine, pouting. His voice is good. Too good, for never getting singing lessons and basically not even trying while he sings.

"'Cause it sounds bad," he mutters, furrowing his brows.

"It doesn't." you firmly say, desperate to make your best friend believe your words in order to hear him sing more often. For some reason, his singing always managed to bring a sense of comfort into your heart. It felt like the sunlight shining at you in the cold days of winter, sweet and soothing for your freezing heart.

"Yeah, right," his cheeks flash pink, rolling his eyes.

"You hear me singing all the time and I sound like a dying racoon, I really don't understand why you're so shy about it when you sound like angels coming down to earth to bless us all," you giggle, poking his sides.

He laughs softly at your compliment, shaking his head. This was how it usually went.

He started singing out of the blue, you stopped everything you were doing just to listen to him, then he realised you became too quiet and stopped in the very second.

"I wish you sang more. I like your voice," you point out, watching him flash an even deeper shade of pink as he shyly giggles at your confession.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I won't," he shakes his head in disapproval. It annoyed you, how he just never seemed to believe your words.

"But why? You never believe me when I tell you you sound good," you pout, furrowing your eyebrows and throwing your fists in the air in a sense of frustration.

"And that, my dear, is called not believing in yourself." he giggles, making you roll your eyes.

"I don't get it," you sigh, standing up and moving to the kitchen, "anyways, I am on my way to paint the rest of the assignment I have for my art class, so if you don't want to sing me something, at least put some music on," you yell white putting your empty mug into the sink.

As you walk back to the living room with your art supplies you managed to snatch from the desk where you put them before, you hear the familiar sound of your bluetooth speaker turning on, making you sigh. And that's for your daily dose of Han Jisung's singing. You sit cross-legged at the ground, taking your paint brushes into your hand, hearing the song he decided to put on playing from the speaker. You recognise it being the one he was humming to himself just a few minutes ago, smiling.

"What is the theme anyway?" he asks, genuinely curious.

"Nature," you roll your eyes, not really interested in painting trees the tiniest bit, but having to do it anyway, because you can’t just paint whatever you want and get away with it in your art class.

"So like, trees and stuff?" he teases you, knowing damn well how much you don't like the particular assignment in the first place.

"Trees, mountains, butterflies…" you ironically smile, blobbing a whole lot of green paint onto your palette, grunting, "and I wanted to be chosen for the showcase this year, but I guess we'll have to wait until the theme is not about rocks and rivers." you scoff.

"Oh please, you'll do great anyway," encourages you Jisung, "you can paint well even if it's just trees and mountains."

"I'm not Bob Ross, Jisung." you mutter, hating the way the green paint looks on the canvas in the first place.

"Yes you are," he giggles, "you paint just like him."

"Tells me the one who sounds like Mariah Carey but tries to act like he can't sing," you tease back, enjoying the way his eyebrows furrow at your comment.

"I can't do whistle notes yet," he smirks.

The car rides with Jisung were probably your most favorite. It wasn't for the fact that he doesn't drive too fast like most of your friends do, since as he said, he doesn't trust himself to slow down if he strats, but truth be told, that was also one of the reasons. But the main reason is, that you always get to hear him singing along to the radio, even if it's kind of difficult to hear over the loud music and the original singer. That doesn’t matter, though, because even the tiniest sign of him singing around you made you happy.

He doesn't seem to care as he yells the words to Riptide by Vance Joy on the top of his lungs, sounding like the song belongs to him, parking the car in the almost empty parking lot at Michael's craft store.

"No problem. What even happened, anyway?" he furrows his brows at you, confused on why you suddenly hit him up out of the blue in the evening as you swore on your life you couldn't hang out because you have to finish that disgusting assignment for your art class.

"Thanks." you smile at him as you ubuckle your seat-belt and open the door to his car.

"I fucked up on the painting and now I need to buy some new canvases," you grunt, rolling your eyes, "and green paint. A whole lot of green paint."

He snickers a little as he walks by your side, quickly turning around to lock his car and bringing his attention back to you, "I am sure it wasn't even that bad in the first place and you're just over-reacting."

"Yes it was, Jisung, you didn't see the disaster that painting became. I wanted to paint a bear and it looked like a degenerated pine tree." you blurb out, frustrated, as you take the shopping cart to your hands only for it to be snatched by the hands of your best friend helping you.

"Well, you could always say you wanted to be a little abstract," he grins at you.

"Yeah, sure. Miss Kim would absolutely kill me and I wouldn't get to the showcase this year again. Why am I majoring in art in the first place when I can't even get to the school's art showcase? That prick Minho got in three times already and he said he doesn't even like art in the first place!" you say, gritting your teeth.

"Why is he majoring in art, then?" asks Jisung, confused.

"Because he wanted a degree and he said it was the easiest major to pick," you roll your eyes.

"Well, I mean that is kind of smart, I should have picked that instead of business-"

"Jisung, you can't draw." you laugh.

"And? We were all born to express, not to impress," he waves his arms in the air, grinning. You laugh at his expression, facepalming as you reach for three containers of green paint from the counter and throwing it into the cart.

"If this is not enough of green paint, I swear to god I will kick something-"

"Hey! Peace. Think of the pigeons. Rainbows. Sunshine," he recitates, motioning you to breathe deeply to calm down your nerves, giggling in the process.

"Fuck the pigeons! I tried to paint one yesterday and it turned into a fucking rock in the air!" you throw a fit, making him shush you as a few people turn around to see your distressed state.

"Calm down, woman," he says, putting an arm on your back, gently pushing you to the cashier, "it's just a painting. You'll do great, don't worry. You're just stressing too much."

You grunt as you see another ruined canvas, throwing the brush onto the ground, muttering a quiet swear as you notice the paint on the floor, quickly taking a tissue and wiping it off.

"What's gotten into you? It's okay," sweetly says Jisung, once again sitting at your sofa and watching over you as you try to paint your assignment again.

"It looks bad! Just look at it! I have a week left and I already ruined three canvases, at this rate, I won't be able to even finish it, I can only dream of getting to the showcase," you mourn, throwing yourself to the ground and hiding your face in your hands.

"You just have to take it easy, you're pressuring yourself too much-"

"I've heard that already." you cut him off, growling.

You lay there for a while, breathing heavily, collecting your thoughts. Once you manage to calm down, you sit up and look at your best friend watching over you on the sofa, sighing. "I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's okay." he nods, seeing you taking the brush into your hand again and trying to fix the blob of paint that was supposed to look like a squirrel, much reminding you of your dear best friend sitting next to you.

You feel a gentle grip on your hand after a few seconds, taking the brush out of it and putting it to the table. You furrow your brows and look at him, confused on why he is suddenly stopping you from your work, the contact of his skin on yours surprising you a little.

"We're done with painting today." he sternly says, stopping you.

"Ji, I have a week left to-"

"That's a lot of time! Stand up, we're having a karaoke night." he grins at you, pulling you up to your feet, as he takes his phone laying on the sofa into his hands and connects it to the bluetooth speaker.

"I have no time to have a karaoke night Jisung, what even is that-"

"Pick a song. Any song. We're about to sing our hearts out tonight and my mission won't be considered successful until your neighbours come to complain," he grins, giving the phone into your hand with his spotify app open already.

You look at him dead serious for a moment before sighing and looking through his embarrassingly long spotify playlist called ‘bops only’. "Fine," you sigh, "but just this once. And if they call the police on us, you're paying the fine for disturbing the silent hours."

"I didn't say anything about that-"

"Blah blah blah, I can't hear you!" you giggle, putting on I will survive by Gloria Gaynor on full volume to cut him off, throwing the phone back onto the sofa as you prepare for your singing solo.

You sneak your arms around his neck, dancing and laughing in the process as you loudly scream the lyrics into his face. He smiles at the sight, content with the fact that he managed to cheer you up so quickly, putting his arms on your hips as he jumps up and down, joining you in singing once the song hits the chorus.

And just this once, as his arms steadily hold your body and you throw a tantrum in your living room, he doesn't even care that you hear him sing as he knows you like to hear his voice. Maybe, just maybe, that was the reason why he suggested a karaoke night to cheer you up in the first place anyway.

"What do you mean you're not gonna be here on my birthday?" you pout from the ground, focused on the canvas right in front of you.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? But my mum really needs me to come help her with the atic, and you know how she gets when I refuse to come home at least once a month even though I constantly tell her I don't have the time to travel for 45 minutes just so she can see my face once in a while…" sighs Jisung, laying on your sofa so his head is now facing the same way yours does, and that is, your half-empty canvas.

"I know, I know. But does it really have to be on my birthday? You're going to be away for three days, and the showcase is on Friday…" you mumble, "if I get there, of course." you sigh.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, sounding genuinely concerned. It was currently Monday and your birthday was on Thursday, which meant you had four days to finish your art piece to submit it on the exact day of your birthday to see if your teacher accepts it for the showcase of the following day. And you're not even halfway done with your work! To be exact, you feel like you're gonna fail and to not have your best friend by your side to help you through your stress, you truly feel like you'll go insane.

"I know," you sigh, "it's okay. I guess I'll just… manage, somehow." you scoff.

"You can always celebrate with that friend from your art class, and we'll celebrate together on Saturday, when I come back. What was that kid's name again?" he furrows his brows at you, turning your way to see your focused face.

"You mean Hyunjin? No, thank you. He'd just want me to get drunk and I really don't need that the day before the showcase," you mumble, painting the leaves of the tree carefully, focusing on every single detail. Jisung always adored your talent. Everything you ever drew was a masterpiece in his eyes. He even kept the notes you gave to him in high school once when he was sick and you managed to take notes for him as well when you shared a Chemistry class, sneaking a few doodles on the sides when you got bored of listening to the teacher, "but that will come handy when I don't get in again, so I'll consider it." you roll your eyes.

"You will get in." he reassures you again, finding your eyes.

"I doubt that," you bitterly laugh.

"Ugh, stop that already," he grunts, focusing on the canvas again, feeling relaxed just at watching you do your magic, but you throw the paintbrush on the table again at that exact moment and run your hands through your hair in frustration.

"What?"

"It looks like shit. Again." you exclaim.

His eyes go wide at the sentence, disbelief washing over him. Did you really think that?

"What the fuck? It doesn't! It looks amazing, trust me," he says, reaching his arms to you, taking you by the shoulder from his position on the sofa.

"I am so stressed Jisung, I feel like I'm about to go insane." you whisper, sighing.

You don't have to say more for Jisung to stand up from his position on the sofa only to sit on the ground behind you, sneaking his arms around your middle and bringing you close to him, gently rocking you in your position on the floor. You feel his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he quickly pecks your cheek and settles his head back onto your shoulder.

You hear him softly singing into your ear, the words filling your insides with gold as his voice feels like honey, calming you down from the storm happening inside of you like a brim of light.

"And I see colors in a different way, you make what doesn't matter fade to grey, life is good and that's the way it should be," he sings softly, a wide smile appearing on your features with every next word.

His voice calms your nerves as you slowly relax in his hold, your bodies gently rocking to the rhythm of the song as it slowly ends and his voice grows quieter.

He hated singing in front of people.

But to see you smile, he would go as far as overcoming his biggest fears. Because when you need him, he will always be there.

"Jisung, I have no time for this, I already told you I need to finish the assignment-" you mumble as you sit in his car, his smiling face looking at you from the driver's seat.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning and I can't have you painting for more than an hour today because I feel like you'll break down if you do, so let's go. And you're already in the car, so there's no escape anyway." he explains, waiting for you to buckle in your seatbelt.

You just sigh and look out the window, biting down on your lip. If he keeps distracting you this much, you'll never finish the assignment.

You hear him softly singing along with the radio, careful not to disturb him in fear of making him stop, smiling to yourself as you let him drive you to an unfamiliar place in the middle of the night. You count the lampposts, the habit you grew to have since you were little, before they disappear and you're on a road shadowed by tall trees, the headlights of Jisung's car being the only thing illuminating the road.

You recognise you're going up a hill, looking over at him, seeing him focused on the road.

As you reach the top, Jisung stops the car and gets out, you follow him as he waits for you by the door to the passenger’s side.

As soon as you look around, you're amazed by the sight in front of you. You have a view of the city far, far away in the distance as you see the dell illuminated by the subtle glow of the moon sitting up in the starry sky. You watch the sight with an open mouth, awe washing over you as you just can't keep your eyes off the landscape in front of you.

"Wow," you breathe out.

You feel his hand gripping yours as he leads you to the edge of the hill, sitting at the giant rock there, pulling you down next to him as you watch the nature breathe in front of you. His hand doesn't leave yours as he speaks up after a while.

"You like it?" he asks, quiet enough to not disturb the atmosphere.

"Yeah," you whisper. You see him moving closer to you from the corner of your eye, his head leaning on your shoulder as he enjoys your presence.

"I wanted to show you this before I go, so you have a moment to breathe for a second before you throw yourself into the stress again," he mumbles, gently playing with the fingers of your hand.

"Thank you," you speak, breathing in the chilly air of the forest.

You stay like that for a while, just gazing over the beauty of it all, making you feel like the time stopped for the two of you only as you enjoy the seconds that pass. The full moon watches over the two of you, captivating you as you look at it with a feeling of delight. You hear his gentle voice in your ear again, singing softly and beautifully, sounding magical at the top of the hill, once again filling your ears with melody as your insides tingle.

"Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, and let me see what spring is like on a-Jupiter and Mars," he sings, voice tender and sweet, slowing down the tempo of the song on purpose.

"In other words, baby, kiss me," he sings softly, voice fading as his eyes move to your lips, the silence of the hill and the light breeze tickling your skin.

You feel your eyes wandering to his lips, nervously licking yours in the process. You see him hesitantly move closer to you, stopping halfway to see if you pull away, taking his other hand and resting it on your cheek. His breath fans your face as he moves even closer, nudging your nose with his, eyes gazing to yours, your trembling fingers squeezing his hand as if to tell him to go ahead, fluttering your eyelids close.

Once the moment finally comes and his shy lips press to yours, you feel yourself responding immediately, moving with him as the familiar feeling of the sun in your stomach greets you with full force, your other hand going up to rest on his neck.

When he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, you can't help but smile. His soft giggle fills your ears like music, your lips meeting his in a soft, quick peck in the instance.

"In other words, hold my hand," he continues, softly squeezing your hand resting in his lap, making you look at him, locking your eyes with his as he stares at you, gaze full of stars.

Han Jisung's always been your best friend. But perhaps tonight, you finally understood the fact that life feels sweet as honey anytime he's around you.

In other words, you love him.

You toss and turn in your bed, tears silently falling down your cheeks on a Wednesday night. Jisung's left this morning and you didn't even finish doing your assignment. You had the whole day for it today without anyone bothering you, but turns out, you managed to hate the painting you did anyway.

It just didn't look good in your eyes. It looked gross. Horrible. When you compare yourself to the other people in your class, you feel like your art is worthless. It always somehow managed to look bad. And everybody knew.

You were the only one who wasn’t good enough to get into the annual art showcase in your three years of college.

Did you even improve at all?

You turn around in your bed, seeing your phone light up with a new notification, opening it and wiping your tears away in the process so you can see though your blurry eyes.

'How did the assignment go?' there states, Jisung's name appearing on the message app, your insides automatically calming down a little at the thought of your best friend.

'Don't even ask', you shoot him a reply, sighing deeply to stop the salty tears from falling.

'It's okay, baby' he replies instantly, your heart racing at the nickname appearing on your screen, bitterly laughing at yourself for acting like a schoolgirl when it comes to Jisung. When did your feelings even grow into something more in the first place? It seemed like it was that way from the start. Perhaps you were just too oblivious to notice.

'It's not. Didn't even finish it. Kicked it when I fucked up again and just gave up.' you type, already friends with the feeling of defeat and failure you've been feeling since the evening.

He doesn't respond for a while, making you think he fell asleep with the phone in his hand again, turning around in your bed to put the phone back onto your bedside table to try to fall asleep on your own as well, when a new message lights up your screen.

You see a voice memo appearing in your messages with Jisung, your heart thumping at the image of hearing his voice this late in the evening, quickly pressing the play button and listening to what he had to say.

"Hi, umm- I've never actually done this before, but I know you're probably feeling like shit right now and I need you to know that you are not a failure, because I know you feel like one right now," you giggle a little at the accuracy, his low voice making you feel things you didn’t even know you could feel before, "anyways, I need you to be kind to yourself tonight. And since I know you like it when I sing, here's a little something…" he mumbles into the phone, making your heart race.

"Here goes nothing," he softly laughs, and clears his throat, beginning to sing, "Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you," his voice feels soft through the speaker, your eyes welling up with tears again, but this time, they're of appreciation and pure love for the boy laying in his bed 45 minutes away from you, because you know just how nervous he must have felt to sing into his phone just for you.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can't help falling in love with you?" he finishes, his voice fading away, your insides melting. How did you get so lucky?

"And now go to sleep. It's your birthday tomorrow, we don’t want you to feel sad on your special day. Good night, baby." he sounds, the nickname bringing another set of butterflies into your stomach.

You wish you could do as he told you. But at that exact moment, you bring yourself to try again, you make yourself stand up from your bed and move to your living room as you take a new canvas with you, inspiration kicking you with full force, taking tubes of paint and a paintbrush into your hand as you begin to work on your assignment, trying again just one last time.

You stand in front of your painting, watching over it with proud eyes. The chatter of people around you is only a background noise in your ears as you smile brightly at the assignment you finished just the time the clock striked midnight on Wednesday.

"Yaaah y/n, it looks so good," you hear the voice of Lee Minho call next to you, patting your shoulder.

You grin and turn to look at him, gratitude washing over you upon hearing the compliment. "Thanks."

"I wondered when you're finally going to be on a showcase, I don't understand why neither of your previous assignments made it," he mutters, shaking his head, "but this looks great. It's original." he nods.

"Thank you, Minho," you only smile wider, the pride in you growing minute by minute, "yours looks great too, by the way. I like the colors."

"Really? I hate it. I never hated a theme more than this," he huffs, "who the fuck thinks nature is entertaining to paint?"

"I know, right? I had four mental breakdowns over it," you laugh, now that the suffering is finally over and you can breathe freely.

"Did you use reference for this?" he asks suddenly, pointing to the painting hanging on the middle of the wall.

"No, I did it from memory…" you mumble, sighing.

You watch Minho's eyes shifting somewhere behind you, grinning widely at something that caught his eye, prompting you to look that way only to be left in a state of absolute shock.

The talking of the people filling the showcase gradually stops as they see Han Jisung holding a plate of a strawberry cheesecake with a single candle stuck to the middle of it, moving slowly not to make the light flicker die down, the grinning face of Hwang Hyunjin following his steps with a bottle on champagne in his hands doing grimaces at you from afar as a honey voice calls through the room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear y/n," he looks at you, eyes big and full of love, as he finally reaches your figure in the middle of the room,

"Happy birthday to you!" he finishes, your soft giggles cutting through the hall as you move to blow out the candle and gaze onto the face of your best friend.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were coming in the evening!" you yell, throwing yourself into his arms. It was only three days, but you already missed him too much.

"I escaped," he laughs, his whole body shaking in the process as you pull away after a second, "I'm joking. I couldn't stay with my mother knowing I'm gonna miss your first ever showcase."

You smile warmly at him, the people around you disappearing in the moment, only his figure standing out to you in the haze as he hesitantly moves over and locks your lips in a quick kiss.

You ignore the howling of Lee Minho coming from your left and the loud 'Finally!!' from the lips of Hwang Hyunjin to your right as Jisung turns to your painting, smiling widely at the sight.

"It looks so real," he mumbles in awe, noticing the way his insides turn into a puddle of sweet joy as he recognises the night view of the dell he showed you on the night of your first kiss, instantly realising the way you must have painted it after he sent you the voice memo to sing you to sleep on the Wednesday night.

"You inspired me," you grin brightly.

"Don't say that." he shyly looks down on his feet.

"But it's true." you prompt.

He smiles lightly, shaking his head before locking your eyes again.

"I just realised I left your gift at home. Look at me, wishing you happy birthday a day later and not even bringing you a gift to make up for it…" he mutters, stepping closer to you and putting an arm around your shoulder in the process.

"That's okay," you say, and you really mean it. You are the happiest you've ever been right now, feeling accomplished and with him by your side. You don’t need any other gift.

"Well, I have one thing in my mind that can count as a gift, though," he smirks.

"And that is?"

"I can finally be your boyfriend. I mean, isn't that the best gift you’ve ever gotten?" he grins, prompting you to elbow him lightly in the ribs as you burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're such a dork, I swear to god…"

"But I am your dork, right?"

You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes. "Yes, Jisung. You are my dork. Only mine."

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜:

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor trying to romanticize yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: Mentions of toxic relationship, yandere behavior, self harm, sexual scenes, guilt tripping, gas lighting and other forms of mental manipulation are contained within this post. Read at your own discretion.

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

𝙳.𝙾.𝙱: 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟹𝚛𝚍, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟾𝟼 𝙲𝙼/ 𝟼'𝟷 𝙵𝚝

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𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙻𝚘𝚠

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

• 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .

•𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

•𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

• 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕/ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

•𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏- 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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Normal Yunho at first seems like your average guy. He's very sweet, caring, playful and his close, and very few, friends he has would say that he's full of energy and smiles.

He just radiates this sunshine personality that draws people to him, although they may not stay very long.

He met you through mutual friends and acted the same as he did with others.

Albeit it's true, he was very affectionate towards you from the start, which both surprised and didn't surprise his friends.

But that doesn't mean he felt love at first sight with you.

Yunho isn't one to get overly attached right away.....yet.

It happened gradually.

He became attracted to your confident, strong and bold nature, all traits which he lacked in.

But no one knows that because he's good at hiding it.

You were also a very compassionate and empathetic person, which sealed the deal for him.

He admired you from afar, not wanting to get close to you just yet.

However, he'd get pouty and insecure whenever another man would show intentions of wanting to get close to you.

He'd whine often about it and that's how you found out he had feelings for you.

You thought it was cute, that he was cute.

So you were the one who took the first step to start a relationship.

Although shocked, Yunho was extremely happy.

As a boyfriend, he is very devoted to you, putting you above everything else, including his friends, family and health.

Everything moves really fast with him. Example:you had your first kiss on your first date.

Yunho just doesn't see why you have to wait if you two love each other.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life."

Not even 3 months later and you were already sleeping together.

Yunho sees that was the moment he went to heaven......

And that was the moment when hell started.

Yunho started becoming more and more clingy.

Texting, calling you at odd hours, asking you things like where you were, what were you doing, who you were with and if he could go see you.

He usually makes you stay till very late at his place that you have to spend the night with him.

No other option. He insists.

Even keeps spare clothes for you in a drawer he set aside just for you.

Till one day: "Why don't you just move in with me? It'll be so much easier and I could see you even more."

You hesitated, since you were barely 6 months into the relationship and you already felt smothered by his constant presence.

"I don't.... I don't know Yunho.."

He panicked at your hesitation.

"Why...why not? Don't you love me? Is it because you don't want to be around me?"

You began calming him down, trying to explain that maybe things were going to fast, but that only made him get more agitated.

It was truly terrifying for you to see him hyperventilating and choking on his own breathing like that.

Hot tears were falling rapidly down his face as he began saying:

"Why don't you love me? Is it something I did? What am I doing wrong? Tell me!"

"Yunho you did nothing wrong. You're perfect the way you are and I love you just the way you are."

He sniffled and wiped his nose on one of his sweater paws.

"Do you love me? R-really?"

You nodded your head in confirmation. But Yunho was still sulky about something.

"But then.... wha-why not move in? I p-promise you'll like it."

He looked at you with such fragile and tender eyes that you could not refuse him. So you agreed to move in with him.

Biggest mistake you made.

Even though he had his eye on you for most of the day, it wasn't enough for him.

If you were even 3 minutes home later than usual, he was badgering you with questions like:

"Who were you with? What took you so long?"

And you're like "Geez. Let me breathe."

Don't say things like that to him. He starts feeling bad and responds with things like:

"I know I'm sorry, I'm such a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend."

It honestly broke your heart to hear him say such things.

But it also irritated you how jealous he got when you hung out or even talked to another man that wasn't him.

He'd latched onto you in public if he felt you were paying more attention than he liked to another guy.

Sometimes would cause a scene that made you run back home in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I just can't help it! Don't you get it?! They're trying to take you away from me!"

"No! You're just an overly possessive and overly jealous boyfriend and I can't stand it anymore! I'm leaving."

"Wait what?"

Yunho watched in horror as you began packing a small bag so you could spend the night somewhere else, and pick up the rest of your stuff later.

All throughout that, Yunho begged, cried and went ballistic.

He repeated for you not to go, not to leave him.

"Y/N you don't understand....you can't leave me... I'll die, I can't live without you.."

You merely rolled your eyes at that. No one dies of a broken heart.

So you just walked out the door and rented a hotel room for the night, unaware of the mess you were about to wake up to.

You woke up bombarded by texts and missed calls from Yunho's friends:

"What did you do to him?!" "You heartless bitch!" "I hope you die if anything happens to him!" "All he did was love you and you destroyed him."

Then the hospital called you: Yunho had tried to kill himself in the night.

Your heart stopped when you found out. You felt so guilty and you felt like a monster.

Without thinking twice, you ran to the hospital to see him.

He layed there, still unconscious from the medication they gave him to calm him down.

You stayed by his side, praying that he'd wake up soon so you could apologize.

He woke up and although he looked surprise to see you....he was only feigning.

Of course you'd go out of your way to see him.

You were bawling your eyes out and holding him close, scared out of your wits at the thought that you almost lost the love of your life.

Yunho apologized, but you hushed him with a kiss, saying it wasn't his fault.

From then on, you began blaming yourself for everything....

And he made sure to remind you not to test him again.

You thought that after that talk, everything would be back to normal and you two could be a regular couple.

How stupid you were.

Life with Yunho now was like walking on thin ice all the time.

You couldn't mention anything about him that made you slightly uncomfortable because he's belittling himself with such foul words, crying to the point of hysteria....

But the worst times are when he's banging his head on a wall hard enough to draw blood, or punching the concrete wall so hard that his knuckles end up bloody and bruised.

You have a heart attack whenever that happens.

You've been so traumatized by his previous suicide attempt that any harm he does to himself sends you in a panic and you're holding him to you, comforting him and reminding him that you love him and won't ever leave him.

Then happy Yunho is back, as if nothing happened.

And he always wants you to reaffirm your love after such ordeals in the bedroom.

Yunho never ever fucks you, no matter how messed up he is.

He likes to take his time with you, going down on you or teasing you with his long fingers before he's thrusting his cock deep inside you.

Always cums inside you, always. With no protection.

It's a reminder that you belong to him and him only.

And also because he knows there's a possibility he could get you pregnant.

Which is what he wants.

If you two have a child together, it would only strengthen the bond you two have and it's another reason to tie you down to him.

And that's exactly what happened.

You were terrified and tried to conceal it for the longest time, but Yunho isn't dumb.

He was elated when he found out you were carrying his child inside of you.

Which only prompted his obsessive nature to escalate.

He made you quit your job because he wanted you to stay home to take care of your baby.

Of course, that's just an excuse to keep you from leaving the house.

You two also officially got marriage, and that was it for Yunho.

He finally succeeded in bounding you two together for life.

As a father, he doesn't mind sharing you with your new baby daughter.

He loves and adores his daughter very dearly because she is a physical manifestation of the love between him and you.

But she's the only child you two are having. There's only so many people he's willing to share you with.

To others, he's a doting and loving father and husband.

In the eyes of an outsider, you guys are the perfect family.

But you.....you stopped fighting a long time ago.

You resigned yourself to accept that this is your life now and you'd better make the best of it.

You're no longer the strong, confident and decisive woman you once were.

Yunho made sure to tear that all down to the point where you simply just act in a way that'll make him happy and won't trigger him to repeat what happened years ago...

Especially not in front of your daughter. You do not want her to experience what you did.

So the question remains.....how do you escape Yandere Yunho?

Well....... you have two choices:

Either spend the rest of your life playing into his façade of a perfect relationship, that's the easier choice.

It certainly spares you the mental, emotional and physical strain of fearing when his next suicide attempt might happen if you do anything that'll result in him degrading himself or guilt tripping you into staying with him.

Or..........kill yourself. But keep in mind that if you do, he won't be too far behind from you. In the words of Yandere! Yunho himself:

"Nothing will ever break our bond, our bond is forever. Even in death, our love will go on."

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curiousconch · 3 years

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Two Old Friends

Chapter 3 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU).

Catch up here: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter Synopsis: As Bryce takes Heather in, a facade that he has blocked out for several months begins to disintegrate.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 2.3k+ | Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: None for this chapter, it's pure fluff! (Yay!)

Author’s Notes: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song. I was listening to Maybe this Time on repeat when I wrote this chapter, I think that song encapsulates it perfectly.

8 months ago

Bryce Lahela was stoked to have been assigned the Ed Farrugia case. He dreamt up of an opportunity like this ever since he graduated top of class from Stanford Law School. It wasn't out of self-ambition, it was part of his grand plan - to go opposite the direction of his white-collar criminal parents.

At first, Bryce's parents was overjoyed when he told them he's pursuing a law degree. It never occurred to them that it was all part of his scheme.

He soldiered on through law school, bagging an internship in the San Francisco DA. When his efforts to build his network provided an opportunity in Boston, he didn't hesitate to pack up his bags and fly across the country, farther away from Hawaii than ever. It was a big risk, but it eventually paid off given how his career imploded once he got the job.

But perhaps the most memorable experience was when he told his parents that he was to become Boston's newest ADA. They were nothing but furious, there were no counting the amount of expletives he heard that day.

No turning back, mom and dad.

The timing to tell them couldn't be more perfect, because it was only a week after they turned over his trust fund, a "graduation gift". He knew it was just a bribe for him to do the dirty legal work to keep them away from prison for free.

After toiling for so many years, he was more than ready to abandon his past behind and start his life over. More than it was revenge, it was Bryce's sweet and merciful justice. No more crosses behind his back, marking him as his parents' criminal son.

That wasn't his reality anymore. So he focused on work and did his best to shine. And shine he did. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was no longer a criminal. In an ironic twist of fate, he was the one putting people behind bars. And he relished in every win.

However, being the Chief DA's golden boy wasn't providing him the opportunity to build new friendships. Although he tried to make friends with his colleagues, he began to be seen as a threat. So for the first year in the big city, he spent his free time partying hard. With his quick rise to fame, everyone wanted a taste of the majestic Bryce Lahela. He didn't hesitate to throw himself into the throng.

And in that fateful sunny morning, he felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. He built the foundations of the State versus Perry case over the weekend, not even taking a single drop of alcohol. With the help of Agent Aveiro, he collected mountains of evidence for his breakthrough day at court. He knew his case was airtight. Today, he plans to put the cherry on top.

Pulling off his sunglasses and tightening his slick striped blue tie, he grabbed his suitcase from the passenger seat and got out of his car.

He strode into Edenbrook Hospital with confidence, getting glances from several attendings and nurses as he walked the hallways. He smirked at each of them back, wondering which one he should make of a mission after he wraps up this case. God, these doctors are hot, he thought, as he slid into one of the elevators. He punched 7, and the button lighted up.

Once he arrived at the right floor, he followed the directions pasted on the walls and eventually found the diagnostics team's office. As he neared the sliding glass doors, he heard an exchange of voices in rapid succession, as if they were discussing something important. As he raised his gaze through the glass, he saw two female doctors and two males. His eyes automatically landed to the young brunette, whose hand is on her waist as she listened intently as the others debated.

His brow quirked a little, a fit of curiosity fleeted through him. She was prettier in personal. Television didn't do her justice.

Immediately shaking off the unnerving attraction, he tapped gently on the glass door. All doctors turned to him. One of the male doctors with piercing blue eyes let him in, he later found out that he was the world-renowned diagnostician, Dr. Ethan Ramsey, the head of the team.

"ADA Bryce Lahela, I'm here for Dr. Heather Song?" he walked into the room exuding confidence, burying the distracted innuendos he was currently having.

In response, she moved forward and offered her hand, smiling brightly at him. "Dr. Heather Song, at your service. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Oh, I bet you do.

He answered mentally, stepping closer to look at her soft features. He took her hand and shook it, returning the warm welcome with a smug look in his face. He couldn't stop thinking about her ever since.

He spent almost the whole day with her, going through her testimony in detail. She spoke in a very confident manner, ascertaining every small observation she made about Travis Perry, and how he raised her suspicions. She also walked him through how she confirmed her theories, and how she decided to report this to the hospital's chief. He was amazed with the way how she mapped out every step, and acknowledged how her actions made the case straightforward and uncomplicated. Certainly controversial and sensational, given that it was involving one of Massachusetts' senators. But getting up close and personal with her that day made him realize that like him, she was at the top of her game.

She was professional and insightful. Bryce was also impressed with how she carried herself. Graceful and poised, yet fierce and tenacious. There were a lot of times that he thought he was hearing himself in the way she talked. And for that reason, he like spending time with her.

Over the course of the next few months, he spent more time with her. It was the perfect opportunity to keep in touch, as she was the star witness after all.

Beyond work, it was easy for him to befriend her. She was warm and open, sensitive and caring. Eventually, she introduced him to her exclusive group of doctors, who readily welcome him.

But he admired her more when she made it her mission to help him with his runaway sister. She went out of her way to spend time with her, bridging the gap between the siblings.

That was when he irreversibly opened up to her, telling her about his past. Making her see through him, who he really was.

And the way that she embraced it without inhibitions was a breathe of fresh air. He never knew he needed someone like her in his life, the one thing to complete his do-over.

It didn't take much for him to he admit to himself that he adored Heather. He felt a deep connection to her, something he never felt for someone else.

But in a sudden turn of events, the hopefulness he had turned out to be just a mere figment of his imagination.

He learned about her relationship with Rafael. Once he saw the way she looked at him, he knew it was time to draw the line.

Ever since, that was all he thought it would be between them - an unexplored and faraway frontier.

Gradually, his presence in her life became nothing more but group hangouts in the form of brunches or night outs in Donahues. He learned to withdraw whenever she and Rafael was around, cautious to not let others know about the way he felt. He himself went back to his string of one night stands.

He kept her at arm's length, repeating to himself that he was contented with the friendship that they had. Yet when he was finally learning to ease her out of his mind, she came crashing back in.

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Present Day

With warm bowls of noodles in front of them, they caught up with each other's life. Bryce poured them both a glass of white wine to chase down the saltiness off of their taste buds.

"Hm, this certainly is an upgrade from that cheap bottle you had the last time," her mocking voice freed him from his thoughts. He grinned at her, leaning towards her.

"Oooh, I'm not liking your arrogance. Being junior fellow got in your head already?" he teased her, sipping from his own glass. "Has all of your student loans been paid off so you have spare money to buy your own fancy wine?"

"Certainly not. I think you're the one getting ahead of yourself, hotshot. That plaque hit you in the head and made you forgot that you're a just a noob?" Heather quipped back, her index finger pointing to the square-shaped glass on one of the living room shelves.

"Psh. It's not like my colleagues skip a day to remind me of 'my place'," his one hand mimicked air quotes, feigning a look of disgust, invoking a genuine laughter from her, her skin illuminated by the late afternoon sun as she glowed in delight.

They went at it as they ate, exchanging insulting banters, trying to one up each other as they went. It was just the way they were, at ease. Two old friends who loved their careers first, always putting their self in second place.

It was the first time in months that they were together alone, Bryce realized now how much he missed spending time with her.

He didn't want to spoil the mood, but he couldn't shake off his interest on what went down between Rafael and her. He waited a few more moments as they settled into a comfortable silence, running out of casual jokes to throw at the other. He drew a deep breathe, taking up the courage he needed to raise the sore subject.

"So, you and Raf huh?"

He saw her flinch and his heart irked a little. Her hand shivered as she set down the empty glass and grabbed the bottle of wine to refill it.

"He wasn't what I thought he was," she swirled the contents of her glass once it was full, looking distracted. "Apparently, it only took him less than a month to reveal his true self." Bryce nodded opposite her, as she shrugged casually. He saw her bite her lower lip, and instantly felt the hurt she was going through.

Without second thoughts, he approached her and opened his arms, inviting her in.

After a few excruciating seconds of hesitation, she finally leaned in and received his embrace, tears falling. She didn't think there was any left, but Bryce's offer of solace was a comfort she didn't think she needed. Her dams of pain overflowed once again, and with the horrible scare that happened this morning, her resolve to put up a brave face in front of everyone crumbled.

"You know I'll always be here for you, Heath," he whispered to her, his senses being flooded by the familiar jasmine scent of her perfume.

"I know, thank you for that," she replied in a hushed voice. "I'm just... just tired of it all, Bryce, I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't be. I got you."

He just held her, wishing so hard that one embrace can take all of her fears away. He closed his eyes, letting his beating heart speak for the rest of his unspoken emotions.

He tried to soothe her as he brushed her hair, rubbing the palm of his hand on her shuddering back. His grip tightened with her every sigh, pulling her ever closer.

For the first time in months of keeping his distance, the feelings he had for her, those he tried to bury deep within his heart, started to resurface. He was feeling the way he felt way back then.

In between her deep sighs and sobs, a flood of regrets raced through his mind. His chest constricted, as his thoughts lingered on what could have been.

If I hadn't left her alone. If I just fought for her the first time. If I just have been brave enough to let her know...

But he knew he couldn't what already happened define what should be and what it will be. Just like he dealt with his past, Bryce knew that with enough willpower, he can turn it all around.

He focused forward. A rush of possibilities, a promise of a future, it overwhelmed him.

Maybe this time, it'll be more. She's free now. Maybe now is a better time than before. Maybe now, it won't have to end. Maybe this time, he wouldn't need to let her go.

His heart burned with a fiery resolve and determination.

That late afternoon, when the setting sun's light began to shine upon his face, he decided.

Even the smallest of maybes was more than enough for him. Bryce was willing to risk it for her.

TAGS: @choicesficwriterscreations @ramsey-lahela

@eleanorbloom - I hope I'm doing Bryce justice 😬

#open heart #open heart 2 #bryce lahela #bryce x mc #bryce lahela x mc #rafael aveiro #rafael aveiro x mc #choices fanfiction #open heart fanfiction #choices fic writers creations #choices

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shibalen · 4 years

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[1/3] Hi~ May I pls request a Magi + KnY romantic male matchup? I'm a 5'0 hetero fem. I love to draw & sing especially! (I sing opera & I wanna be a voice teacher) I often take endless pics of the sunset and sea bc it's so pretty. I dislike bossy ppl. Quirk: I have a red birthmark on my arm shaped like Alaska lol! To strangers, I'm quiet, shy, friendly, and kind of a loner bc I'm rlly awkward (plus I value my time alone) I easily open up to funny ppl tho.

[2/3] In private, I'm more chill, funny & playful, especially w/ family. I can joke around them a lot. I have a short temper but I forgive just as quickly. I tend to smile or laugh a lot if I'm feeling embarrassed, sometimes I feel stupid for doing so :( I can be hard on myself yet I feel it's necessary to improve. I'm an appreciative person so I'll say thank you like 1000 times lol! I like to be straightforward in relationships even tho I still may be shy. I highly value family & honesty.

[3/3] I'd prefer a s/o who is family-oriented, devoted & genuine. It'd be great if they have a sense of humor too! I'd be the type to sing softly to my s/o while we're alone and close together. Maybe try to lull them to sleep, hehe! Thank you so much! Sorry it was so long, please take your time! I appreciate your hard work! Stay safe and healthy!! (*´︶`*)ﾉ"=͟͟͞͞♡

♡︎ matchup for @ne-nene-ne

bonjour! omg we sound so much alike? idk maybe it's just me? hehe

anyhowdies, thank you for your patience and popping up in my notifications so often! here is your mauchup~

|| magi: i match you with . . .

koumei ren

• since Koumei is not fond of loud and lively people, he would love all of your qualities! you're quiet but still easy to get along with, playful but value family as much as he. someone as well-balanced is a good match for him.

• he completely understands the habit of being hard on oneself. i feel like he's like that as well (hence all those hours of work) while he can appreciate your need to improve, he never fails to check up on you, ensuring you're not being overly critical of yourself.

• you wish he could do the same for himself because the words 'enough sleep' and 'self care' do not apparently belong into this man's vocabulary. you gotta gently remind him to eat and take a bath.

• also pls lull him to sleep, he needs it. all those late nights planning military strategies have done their part so your heavenly voice is the only thing that can put him at ease.

• you can just be talking and he already finds himself relaxing.

• he's eternally grateful to you for coming into his life ♡︎

• Komei is incredibly devoted and would never dream of betraying you. if he comes back late, know he was not out doing anything unfaithful but once again got emerged in planning tactics.

• he knows you get angry at him sometimes for it so he will try to make it up to you by any means!

• your first meeting was at an arranged marriage. your arranged marriage. it was something neither of you wanted at first and honestly it was pretty awkward with both of you being more reserved (ーー;)

• it wasn't until you bumped into each other in the drawing room that you began talking about your shared interests and growing closer.

• since then drawing became reserved for spending quality time together and relaxing.

• Koumei got a tad insecure though when he realised he had fallen in love with you although you were already married. he knew he was inferior when it came to appearances and quite sloppy in mannerisms compared to his brothers, poor thing.

• thankfully you caught onto that quite quickly and reassured him you loved him just the way he was ♡( ◡‿◡ )

• for someone so smart Koumei had no idea what to do except stand there with butterflies in his stomach and heart warming up so much the heat reached to his cheeks.

• he may appear like a gentleman, but once you've gotten past that layer you'll find out he has quite the sense of humor.

• you can joke around with him all you want as long as it's about nothing too inappropriate. you should also expect some light-hearted teasing, hehe

• i'm sorry to say this but occasionally your height will be targeted, he can't help but rest his hand on your head. it's cute, it's vulnerable, it's free real estate!

• if you get annoyed by this he'll just feign innocence . . .

• "could you stop using me as your armrest?"

• "armrest? what are you talking about? i am simply expressing my love for you through physical affection, my dear :)"

• more than teasing though, Koumei likes complimenting you. he will ruffle your hair affectionately, tell you what a good job you've done, how pretty you you look. you might think it's just flattery but rest assured all of these come from his heart!

• look no further because Koumei will use his status to show you the most beautiful sceneries in Kou.

• sunsets from high towers, a wide view of the ocean from imperial ships. when you've got a bit more time he'll carry you through the skies at twilight with his djin equip.

• sneaky bastard might just do a few stunts to have you cling onto him tighter (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

• he prefers staying indoors during his free time so he'd be more than happy to listen to you practice opera singing.

• sometimes he goes outside to feed pidgeons and invites you along. those are such peaceful moments when you can talk about your worries or just admire how nice the weather is.

• Koumei lowkey prays you won't get into fights with Kouen or Kouha because they're both really bossy and you have a short temper.

• but because family is important for them as well, you'll learn to get by. he's so happy.

• though when will you start to think about having your own family? that's a question for later date because at the moment all Koumei wants is to live a happy, comfortable life with you ♡︎

runner up: Alibaba Saluja

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

|| kimetsu no yaiba: i match you with . . .

tanjirō kamado

• you guys have such matching sweetheart energies that i had to put you together!

• you also have the same values of family and honesty which makes your relationship all the stronger. you both respect each other and there is nothing but trust in your communication.

• your first meeting happened when you were teamed up together for a mission along with Zenitsu and Inosuke. Zenitsu immediately, of course, got googly eyed for you and feral boy Inosuke wanted to fight you.

• you started feeling awkward with so much going on but Tanjirō quickly got them to give you space.

• he approached you so kindly, understanding you were shy in this new situation.

• it took little time for you to open up to the Kamaboko gang, seeing as how bizarre they are, but Tanjirō was special from the beginning. needless to say, he was curious about you as well |ω-o)

• you two hit it off so well and continued to hang out after the mission. he never pressured you to talk and his patience felt almost godsent. with every new bit he learnt about you Tanjirō found himself becoming more and more enamoured with you.

• he finds your playful yet relaxed mannerisms so pleasant. you're like his sanctuary whenever he needs a break from the restless world around him. he knows he can tell you everything and anything and you'll listen.

• Tanjirō absolutely loves pampering you! you're such a lovely person that all he wants is to make sure you receive back all the positivity that you spread around.

• he won't judge you for your short temper, i mean he's friends with Inosuke after all. he'll only ever look at you with sweet, loving eyes.

• if you do have a small argument, you both end up apologising a million times and laughing cause neither of you will stop saying sorry. it's the cutest thing.

• Tanjirō is a bit on the serious side, and it's canon that he's insecure about the trait. it would be so wholesome if you taught him how to loosen up and joke around!

• he'd be clumsy at it at first but gradually get the hang of it.

• his jokes would still be so bad, poor child. you think it's really adorable though and laugh anyway ♡︎

• that proud twinkle in his eyes when he sees he succeeded making you smile is just— asdfghjk so full of love

• will assure you there is never anything wrong with laughing or smiling. your laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds to him so be prepared for a lot of silly jokes.

• please teach this boy to draw, i'm begging

• you and Nezuko are basically like siblings already. Tanjirō's heart swells every time he finds you with Nezuko, braiding her hair, singing to her or even simply giving her headpats.

• it's during times like those especially that he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life together with you.

• won't not brag about it aloud but Tanjirō likes he's the only person that get to hear you sing (aside from Nezuko) it's like your little secret, something that's reserved for him alone

• Zenitsu always grits his teeth seeing what lovebirds you are. though you were both a little shy about it at first, there is almost always some physical affection between you: hand holding, leaning against each other, cute, fluttering kisses.

• his favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and lips. he may get a bit flustered if you do it to him though but that's because he's so happy ♡︎

• !sharing cool scar/birthmark stories!

• "see, it looks like Alaska!"

• ". . . what's an Alaska? is it an animal?"

• "no, it's a land, silly. a very faraway land."

• "oh, i see! we should go there together some day. it'll be great!"

• your dates include many walks and picnics in the forest. he wants to show you all the best views of sunsets and oceans there are!

• i know this sounds corny but Tanjirō will 100% gaze at you instead while you're admiring the scenery. your reaction is just so precious and you look absolutely stunning in the soft light. you can't really blame him for being smitten ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

• he will remind you every day how dear you are to him. with daily but meaningful displays of affection, Tanjirō lets you know he will never leave your side ♡︎

runner up: Kyōjuro Rengoku

i hope you enjoyed! i admit i haven't seen magi in ages so i don't know how well it turned out ㆆ﹏ㆆ but thank you for the kind wishes, and make sure to take time off to breathe ♡︎

#len's matches #anime matchups #matchups #magi #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #koumei ren #tanjiro kamado #ne-nene-ne

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tornbetween2loves · 5 years

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Arcana Unbound—The Beach, Part 1

Four thousand years ago gods and magic shaped and ruled and were plentiful in the world. Man and all the creatures were shaped and marked by it. Then things began to change. Gradually those things of magic diminished and the things of science took precedence until magic became a myth tucked away safely in children’s fairy tales and skilled entertainer’s parlor tricks.

It’s been a thousand years of progress unmarked by true magic.

Things are about to change.

This is a collaboration between myself and my good friend @innerpostmentality It is a TRR AU set 25 years in the future. It focuses on the children of the TRR cast.

All characters belong to Pixelberry. Except for our wonderful OC’s, they are our precious babies and belong only to us.

This series will include parts which are NS*W. This part doesn’t contain erotica.

Pairings featured in this story: Aeneas x Sarissa, Xiphos x Calais

Tags: @darley1101 @gardeningourmet @speedyoperarascalparty @hopefulmoonobject @bobasheebaby @riseandshinelittleblossom @kennaxval @stopforamoment @furiousherringoperatortoad @indiacater @sirbeepsalot @alesana45 @strangerofbraidwood @museofbooks @furryperfectionlover @ao719 @blackcatkita

Aeneas told his guard Evan that he would be meeting his sister, Lady Sarissa and Lord Xiphos for a picnic on the private beach in the early afternoon and likely into the evening. He asked the guard to arrange things and please ensure their privacy.

He was relieved and somewhat surprised when his father suggested he enjoy his friend’s company and not worry about sitting in on the meetings in the afternoon.

He was obsessed with her dark, smoky grey eyes and fiery red hair. She smelled like exotic flowers and spice and it took all his will power that morning to keep from burying his face in the glory of her silky locks in the middle of the restaurant. If he found the imprint of her hand on his thigh where it rested in the limo as they were coming back it wouldn't surprise him. He could still feel her hand there drawing gentle circles.

He shook his head and smiled.

He thought about a shower and shook his head again knowing the futility of it. Cold or hot once he touched her he knew he would want her badly. And there was no way he wasn't going to be there with her.

Casual... Beach Casual... He pulled on a fine linen shirt and his most comfortable pair of jeans he reserved for riding with the family. He stopped by Calais’ room and grabbed her guitar and his and a couple of extra blankets. Then headed for the stables.

He got Sarissa's text that they were leaving as he was saddling Lancelot, his Akhal-Teke stallion. Lancelot nuzzled him and Aeneas scratched his jaw affectionately, before he double checked the girth strap and secured the blankets. He also tied Calais’ guitar across the top of the blankets on Lancelot's hind quarters and slung his over his back after he mounted.

He headed out knowing he would get there a little bit after the others had arrived. But he enjoyed the ride.

Sarissa mounted her horse after she secured the picnic basket. The extra blankets were rolled and secured with Calais and Xiphos. Xiphos was in the saddle with Calais behind him arms around his waist.

Sarissa led her horse to trot slightly in front of Xiphos and Calais. Her thoughts were on Aeneas, it felt like there were thousands of butterflies fluttering in her belly as she silently wished she could sink her heels into her horse and get to him faster. But she remembered her father’s anger at them from riding through the streets unchaperoned and held back.

Xiphos smiled at the warmth of Calais pressed into his back. He felt her lay her head on his back and squeeze him tight. He grasped her hand in his and pressed her palm to his lips.

Calais loved holding him. Loved the clean crisp smell of him. She whispered low in his ear. "There's nowhere I would rather be than anywhere I am with you."

After a ride that seemed to take forever, they arrived at the beach. Sarissa surveyed the area as she searched for a spot to spread the blankets. And hoped to spot Aeneas. But there was no sign of him yet. She dismounted and tied her horse to a tree. Xiphos and Calais followed suit. “That looks like a good spot over there.” Sarissa pointed to a shaded area underneath a huge umbrella palm tree. Her fair skin was very sensitive to the sun. She did bring her wide-brimmed straw sun hat along with lots of sunscreen. But she still preferred to be shaded if possible. They started laying out the blankets and setting up the picnic.

Before they had finished Aeneas rode up. He dismounted carefully because of the guitars. Which he handed to Calais before going over to Sarissa. He took her hand and smiled mischievously, but instead of kissing her hand he pulled her into a hug and whispered low in her ear. "I missed you. You are breathtaking."

Sarissa smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you,” she whispered softly as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, lost in the feel of his arms around her. His scent was intoxicating, sandalwood with just a hint of citrus. “I missed you too. Thanks for coming.” She pulled out of the embrace but kept her fingers laced with his. She chuckled and gestured at Xiphos and Calais. “Those two can barely keep their hands off of each other. I think I would’ve been quite bored without your company.” Aeneas looked over Sarissa’s shoulder to see Xiphos pull his sister up from the blanket and kiss her softly on the lips.

He lifted a brow then turned back to smile at her. "I shall do my very best to rescue you from boredom." He stroked a finger gently across her full lower lip. Then leaned in and whispered "This beach is secured. No prying eyes. No cameras." He kissed her earlobe and then just below her ear at the junction of her neck and jaw.

Calais walked up to Lancelot and gave him a piece of apple as she scratched his jaw. "Hello Dog."

She pulled the other guitar and then the blankets off him as he stood complacently. She turned and handed the blankets to Xiphos as she grinned then went back over and finished setting out the goodies.

She looked in Xiphos' eyes after he kissed her. "I think we need to go get some wood for a fire don't you?"

Xiphos’ eyes lit up. “I think that sounds like a fabulous idea. He laced his fingers into hers and they strolled a bit further down the beach.

Sarissa shuddered at the electricity permeating her core from Aeneas’ kisses. She slid her arms up the back of his shirt and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, softly kissing him there. “Thank you for ensuring our privacy,” she purred softly in his ear.

Aeneas reluctantly stepped a little away from her, took her hand and kissed it. "Would you like to meet Lancelot? I need to take his saddle off. He's a good boy. Calais calls him Dog because his temperament is much more like a dog than most horses." He stroked her cheek and kissed her softly again.

Sarissa smiled as she stepped back from him. “Sure. He’s a beautiful horse.” She gazed up into his violet eyes, trying desperately to ignore the need building in her core. She longed for his touch, his kiss, to feel his skin on hers.

Handing her a carrot, Aeneas led her up to Lancelot. "He's a bit of a pushover for carrots. Just hold his halter while I take this saddle off."

The stallion was in a soft halter not bitted which Sarissa knew was quite unusual for a stallion.

He snorted and lipped the carrot delicately out of her hand then crunched it and huffed at her while Aeneas undid the girth and pulled the saddle off him.

Sarissa smiled and patted Lancelot’s nose as he chewed the carrot. His coat felt as silky as it looked. “Oh, he’s so soft.” She ran her hand up to the top of his head and scratched behind the ears.

Xiphos squeezed Calais’ hand and pulled her into his arms as soon as they were out of sight. He kissed her softly and cupped her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. I just can’t keep my hands off you.” He slipped his hands under her sweater, grazing his fingertips across her back and around to the front. He made small circles around her belly button.

Calais giggled. "Is it wrong of me to hope you never get over that inclination?" She smiled, "You know there is a pool with a waterfall up the trail a bit. We could go for a little swim if you like?"

Xiphos grinned big as he kissed her neck just below the ear. “I would love to take a swim with you. But aren’t you hungry Princess Growling Tummy? Shouldn’t we eat first?”

She pouted even as her tummy rumbled. "Food isn't all I'm hungry for."

She grinned, "Maybe we can interrupt Sarissa and Aeneas for a change." She kissed him again then started actually looking for some wood suitable to build a fire on the beach.

Xiphos followed Calais’ lead and began to gather wood for a fire. He smirked. “I have a feeling that those two are way too proper to allow themselves to be interrupted doing anything. We’ll probably get back and they’ll be sitting next to each other on the blanket waiting for us so they can start lunch.”

Aeneas smiled at Sarissa and his horse. "He likes you. The only question is do I need to tie him up so he's not joining our picnic. He's sweet but rather spoiled. I blame Leo for that." He looked a bit contemplative for a moment. "We'll see."

He led her back over to the shade and set the saddle down. Then sat down on the blanket and smiled at her. "So who came up with this delightful idea?"

Sarissa shrugged. “It was sort of a joint idea I guess. Calais wanted to ride horses to my house and I thought it was a good idea and maybe she and Xiphos could take the horses and ride on the beach. But my dad was so angry that we rode all the way from the palace unchaperoned without a security detail.” She smiled sheepishly at Aeneas as she sat down next to him. He had an eyebrow raised at her. “I take it by how you’re looking at me right now you agree with my dad.”

“Sit next to me Sarissa." Aeneas looked up at her and smiled softly. "You know I do. But I'm not your dad. You and Calais are both safe. I'm going to try to be in the here and now." He focused on her hand in his. "You've been on my mind all day."

Sarissa scooted close to Aeneas so she was nestled in the crook of his arm. She turned to look into his eyes. “You’ve been on my mind too. Probably more than I’d like to admit.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she squeezed his hand gently.

Aeneas voice was very low as he got lost in her eyes, "I would like very much to kiss you."

Sarissa’s breath hitched as she cupped Aeneas’ cheek and turned his head slightly toward hers. Her eyes were dark with lust-blown pupils as she pressed her lips to his. She moaned his name softly into their kiss.

Calais smiled at Xiphos. "I don't know. You know he brought both our guitars. She's getting to him. He never plays in public."

Xiphos shrugged. “I think we have enough wood to get a fire started.” He kissed her softly. “We want to have an excuse to come back here later and check out that swimming hole.”

Calais stopped Xiphos as she spotted Aeneas and Sarissa kissing on the blanket.

She looked at Xiphos with a grin, "Definitely getting to him."

Xiphos shrugged and raised an eyebrow at her. “Should we leave them alone for a bit? Or interrupt them?” He smiled and kissed her gently on the cheek. “It’s your call Princess Growling Tummy.”

Calais looked at Xiphos as her tummy growled. "Being somewhat sensitive to such interruptions maybe we can leave them...

Oh..." Calais started to giggle softly as she spotted Lancelot going over to investigate the strange sounds that his favorite person was making.

Aeneas threaded his fingers into the fiery silk of her hair as he savored the reality of the fantasy he'd been daydreaming about all day. She tasted divine to him, mint and strawberries and something that was uniquely her. A low primal groan was pulled from him as he lost himself in the kiss.

Lost to the world around them and then there was a horse face in the middle of the kiss. Huffing softly, lipping at Sarissa's hair Lancelot stood over them investigating.

Sarissa pulled away from Aeneas abruptly, giggling at the interruption. “I think he’s jealous. He doesn’t like you kissing me.”

Xiphos and Calais approached and stacked the wood near the picnic basket. Calais patted Lancelot’s snout as Sarissa and Aeneas stood up. “Let’s get this picnic started. I’m getting hungry.”

Aeneas glared at Lancelot then led him over to one of the trees that the other horses were tied to and secured him there.

Calais dug in the basket and pulled the various goodies out and arranged them. She handed a bottle of the Chardonnay to Sarissa and grabbed one of the chicken salad sandwiches. Then grabbed another one and handed it to Xiphos.

Sarissa reached into the other side of the basket to fish out the wine key. A few moments later she popped the cork on the Chardonnay and filled four plastic cups about halfway. She passed a cup to Xiphos and Calais then stood up and walked over to hand Aeneas a cup. “What would you like to eat? We have cheese and crackers, some fruit and chicken salad sandwiches.” She grabbed his hand and led him back over to the blanket, settled then pulled him down next to her. She selected a couple of the apple slices, popping one in her mouth and feeding the other to Aeneas.

Aeneas nipped her finger and grinned looking in her eyes. "Delicious." He picked up a strawberry and offered it to Sarissa.

Calais swallowed the bite of her sandwich and sipped her wine as she looked at Xiphos. She knew if she looked at Sarissa she would burst out laughing.

Sarissa’s cheeks burned bright as she sensuously bit into the strawberry, holding Aeneas’ gaze. She tried to suppress a giggle as she ate the strawberry, but she broke her gaze with Aeneas and glanced at Calais. The girls locked eyes and burst into a fit of giggles.

Xiphos shot a questioning look at Aeneas. They both shrugged, clueless about what was so funny.

Aeneas poured everyone a bit more of the wine then lifted his cup. "I would like to make a toast."

As everyone lifted their cups Aeneas smiled at Sarissa. "To discoveries. And finding what's right in front of us." He clinked his cup with Sarissa and then Xiphos and Calais.

He took a sip and then leaned over and kissed Sarissa without hesitation.

Calais’ mouth dropped open and she stared for a moment before she shook her head and finished her wine. She leaned over to take her shoes off and then took Xiphos' shoes off before she got her guitar and went back over and sat down next to Xiphos. She started strumming a little. "Most of the songs we play are really old. We learned the basics from dad when we were little. And then we had lessons. But we just play for mom and dad most of the time and they like the old stuff." She started playing Never on Sunday.

Aeneas looked up at her and then went and got his guitar and joined her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtkrekGL3jU

They handed the parts back and forth effortlessly and grinned at each other the whole time. Sarissa and Xiphos knew they were twins and yet had never seen them play together.

Sarissa scooted closer to her brother and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “They’re amazing, aren’t they?” He smiled and nodded in response, mesmerized as he watched Calais’ fingers fly across the strings.

“I knew Calais was a gifted artist, but I had no idea these two were so gifted musically.” He leaned closer to his sister and whispered, “Aeneas is really into you. I can tell you I’ve never seen him cut loose like this. He’s always been so serious and reserved.”

They sat in silence for a moment just listening. Sarissa elbowed her brother and grinned as she leaned in close to him. “I’ve never seen Calais so happy. She’s drunk in love with you.”

Calais started playing She's Always a Woman to Me and told Aeneas to sing. He smiled and then sang it to Sarissa. The velvety depth in his extraordinary voice made her wonder that she'd never heard him sing before.

Calais grinned afterwards and stood up taking her guitar off.

"I told Xiphos I'd show him the pool at the waterfall. Why don't you two get the fire started and we'll join you a bit later."

She held her hand out to Xiphos smiling at him.

Xiphos laced his fingers through Calais’ as they strolled down the same path they took earlier. “You play the guitar so beautifully. I am in awe of your talent. Is there anything you can’t do?” He brought her hand to his lips and brushed his lips across her knuckles.

Sarissa stood up and walked over to the pile of wood. Aeneas followed her. She raised an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t know you could play the guitar. Or sing. Your voice is beautiful.” She smiled at him sweetly as she picked up some of the wood and arranged it in a teepee shaped stack several feet away from their blankets. “We need to find something to use as tinder.” She looked around and spotted some dried seaweed further up the beach. “This should work fine.” She made a little nest out of the tinder and pulled a lighter out of the picnic basket. A few minutes later she looked at Aeneas with a triumphant smile. “We have fire.”

#choices fandom #long post #the royal romance #arcana unbound #the beach part 1

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neondnp · 6 years

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my ii m&g experience ♥

(long rambling and pic spam ahead)

arriving + waiting in line

prior to and upon arriving at the venue, i was SO incredibly nervous to the point that it nearly overpowered my excitement. my heart had been racing all week and my stomach was in knots. i’d been anticipating this very day for almost a year and i was absolutely terrified that something would go wrong. i kept having thoughts like, “what if there’s a ton of unexpected traffic backed up for hours and i miss the meet and greet?” “what if there’s something wrong with my ticket??” “what if i forget something important and i’m denied access?” “what if i DIE before i get there!?” luckily, none of my delusional fears from my panicked state of mind came true and most of my anxiety disappeared after i was given my wristband.

meeting and conversing with the lovely new friends i made in line put me at enough ease that my ability to comprehend the intense reality of the situation was beginning to vanish. everything was too dreamlike to feel real. was i really mere minutes away from meeting my idols??

suddenly, everyone started screaming. i looked up and saw phil standing at the rail. i nearly had a damn heart attack!! that’s phil! he literally looks like an angel! i heard dan’s voice from the other corner and turned around to see him right above us! that’s dan!! he glows! o m g !! there they are!! in person! holy s*** that’s actually them!!! whatever they said to us either completely went over my head or was entirely forgotten because i don’t recall any of it. this was the most surreal moment of my life.

shoutout to the girl on twitter who filmed some of this and caught my reaction after they waved and left lmao

i guess this is what my mind being completely blown looks like??!?

my adrenaline was through the roof, but i was too stupefied to feel emotional yet. my throat was drying as the line in front of me gradually got shorter. the lack of air conditioning upstairs didn’t help. i was close enough to talk to marianne (a queen, btw) about what i wanted to give them. i had a letter from a friend and two of my ii themed d&p drawings that i made into magnets. she told me she would keep them and give them to dan and phil after the meet and greet. disappointing, but understandable. i wrote my name on the magnets but they won’t have a clue who i am. oh well. here’s what they look like:

before i knew it, it was my turn to meet them. a friend i met in line agreed to film my meet and greet but was too nervous to do so once we approached our turns. although it sucks to not have footage, i fully understand having anxiety. she’s very sweet and i’d never want to cause her any stress.

the actual meeting and greeting:

before i get into the personal details and talk about my interaction with them, i’ll describe their irl voices and appearances.

i’d say they sound exactly the same in person. they don’t necessarily look any different from how they do in pictures and videos, just more radiant; especially phil. his hair somehow looks even darker irl and there’s an indescribably beautiful contrast between his black hair, vibrant eyes, and pale skin. it makes him look otherworldly. his features are sharp. dan’s stubble is actually quite prominent, even from a distance. his features are soft. there’s not really much else to say about his appearance; he’s just as gorgeous in the flesh as he is on a screen. they were just as tall as i expected them to be so i wasn’t alarmed by their height. it did, however, feel different to look up at them and see them from a new (significantly lower) angle as opposed to seeing them from an eye-level camera angle. the same can be said about viewing them on stage from a close orchestra seat.

now, onto the good part! i wish i could remember more details, but meeting them was such a blur that i didn’t feel like it even happened at all until the next day (more on that later). most of my dreams are more vivid than this memory is. my brain was majorly lagging from the moment i was far enough ahead in line to be off the stairs, and my entire consciousness seemed to exist in some alternate dimension when i walked toward their direction to be greeted. i remember one or both of them saying, “hiii!” and dan saying “thanks for coming to see us!” i remember phil instantly opening his arms and asking if i wanted a hug. i think i said, “hi! yes i do!” i remember it being so much easier to talk to them than i thought it would be. words came naturally despite having very little awareness of what i was saying and—due to being in such a daze—completely forgetting to say any of the important things i’ve always wanted to tell them. they were both so warm, gentle, and welcoming. i was too out of it to realize this at the time, but looking back, they treated me like i was an old friend of theirs; like i was someone who mattered. that warms my heart. they genuinely care about making us feel comfortable and relaxed.

dan did most of the talking. i don’t remember what either of their hugs felt like, but i do remember dan giving me one of his awkward “dan hugs” lol. dan and i were both wearing striped shirts and he said that we were “totally coordinated with our stripes” which made me WAY happier than it should have, but oh man i was BEAMING. “we are!”

when phil asked if i’d like to have something signed, i took out a print of the two portraits i drew of them. “yes, can you sign my art please?” after handing the print to them, dan said, “oh my god did you draw these??” and i responded with something dumb like, “i did! it took me like my entire life but yeah!!” i really wish i could have seen them react to my drawings, but i didn’t think to look at their faces when i showed them. in fact, i’m not even sure if i made eye contact with them at all. they complimented me on my art but i don’t remember what they said. i'm not 100% certain, but i think dan called it incredible.

dan offered to take the selfie so i handed him my phone and we all got close and smiled for the camera. i noticed from other people’s meet and greet pics that phil had a tendency to lean his head in next to fans, but i’d of course forgotten about this detail. i was so weak later on when i saw how close our faces were in the group photo, w o w !! i asked if we could take individual pictures as well and dan said, “of course!”

this is the part i remember the most clearly. taking individual pictures was almost like hugging them again, only better because i was a little more aware—i was almost able to actually process it this time. looking at them you’d expect to feel nothing but firmness and bones, but they’re both delightfully squishy; especially dan. they’re two tall adorable teddy bears. dan fondly said, “thank you philip” when phil took our picture and it was the cutest thing. after the pictures were taken, i thanked them for about the tenth time. i remember saying “thank you” and “thank you so much” to almost everything they said and did. i probably would have thanked them if they accidentally stepped on my foot or dropped my phone. they told me to enjoy the show and i thanked them once more. i wished them a good show and at some point i think i said, “it was really nice meeting you.” we waved and said our goodbyes to each other.

and then it was over.

wait, it’s over. what the hell just happened?

i literally forgot everything on the spot.

everything happened so rapidly and it ended before i had even begun to take any of it in. i really wish i could have absorbed the moment more. i wish i could have said more. this may sound silly, but none of it felt real. it didn’t initially feel like, “aah i just met dan and phil!!” instead, it felt more like, “...did i really meet dan and phil? wouldn’t i have remembered meeting them if it really happened?” i was so disappointed in myself. how was i that spaced out the whole time? i expected a more emotional experience, but it was all so surreal that i wasn’t even in touch with reality, let alone with my emotions. i didn’t know how to react, so i blanked out into a strange semiconscious state and i hated myself for it.

i went on to realize that meeting them was indeed a very emotional experience; i just needed to fully recover from my daze for it to hit me. while most of my memory is still a blur, several small details came back to me the following day bit by bit. it was enough for me to look back on and miss. it took me days to recall everything i wrote about above. i did cry. i was emotionally impacted, just not right away. it had to catch up with me. meeting them was absolutely amazing. looking at my pictures and signed artwork elates me. i actually met dan and phil!

even though i didn’t say what i wanted to, i’m grateful that i managed to talk to them at all. i was so sure i’d either stumble over my words or end up speaking in my stupid high-pitched nervous voice. i was also afraid i’d cry in front of them and i didn’t. it went smoothly and i survived. i have a few regrets, but i still loved it. i loved them.

i’d do it again in a heartbeat.

yes i was very extra with the editing but these pics mean a lot to me and i wanted them to look the best they could

what i didn’t get to say:

@danielhowell @amazingphil thank you for inspiring so much creativity, motivation, and passion within me. you guys are the reason i wanted to start drawing again. you’re the reason why i stopped immediately giving up. you’re the reason i’ve met so many spectacular people and became part of such a diverse and extraordinary community. you guys give me a reason to smile. i love you, thank you for everything ♥ - alexis

#dan howell #phil lester #interactive introverts #ii nashville #daniel howell #amazingphil #meet and greet #personal #very very personal actually #it took several hours to write this and i cried through half of it #dnp #dan and phil #posts by alexis #*content #.txt #*mycontent

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littleplebe · 7 years

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Hi. I'm so worried I'm asking too much of you but after I saw your wish prompts, I couldn't resist. I enjoy mutual pining and I wish you'd write a fic about that. Please? And thankyou.

Hi there. Since you didn’t specify a ship, I went with my default otp setting, which is Shieldshock. Hope that’s okay and hope you enjoy this ficlet. :)

It had become a habit of sorts,Steve seeking her after missions. Darcy didn’t know when it started, but sheliked it, liked being the first person on Steve’s mind when he returned homefrom the field.

He didn’t ask for much, just satthere listening to her tell him about her day, or fell asleep on the couch ifhe was too tired to talk. He had nightmares often but they never spoke about them.Darcy let him set the pace, never pushing him into sharing more than he wantedto, never once forcing physical comfort on him. She was happy with just beingsomeone who was a regular part of his life. She didn’t need more.

Then, one day he hugged her andshe realized how wrong she was.

It wasn’t the first time he hadtouched her, but it was definitely the first time he had felt the need to buryhis face in the crook of her neck and forget about real life. He held onto herfor long minutes, breathing steadily into her hair while she murmured assurancesin his ear.

“It’s okay… everything’s okay…you’re fine… you saved the day again…” Her words seemed to calm him and, aftera while, his arms around her loosened and he pulled back with a shy smile.

“What’s for dinner?”

He caught her by surprise. Henever stayed for dinner.

“Um,” Darcy said, thinking fast.“Spaghetti.”

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She had always thought, when shefell in love with someone, it’d be a complicated relationship full ofcompromises. No guy would be able to appreciate or tolerate the work she did inAvengers Tower, constantly surrounded by genius scientists, self-sacrificingsuperheroes and the very real danger of occasional attacks.

But when she fell in love withSteve, it was nothing but simple. Shedidn’t have to lie to him about her work life, wasn’t worried he’d hide thingsfrom her (because she almost always knew what he was up to) and she definitelydidn’t feel like they had a complicated relationship. He had started comingover nearly every day now. They hung out, watched movies, ate dinner and,sometimes, he spent the night.

The first time he asked if he couldstay with her, he had returned from a mission with a bullet hole in his gut. Hestumbled through her door and right into her waiting arms.

“Darcy.” The desperation withwhich he whispered her name sent her heart racing. “Let me stay here tonight.”

She didn’t have to think twice toagree. Darcy was under no illusions about what he wanted from her. She knew allhe really wanted was companionship—hercompanionship, to be exact—and she was more than willing to give it him. Evenif it meant watching him sleep a whole footaway beside her on the bed. She slipped her hand between his lax fingersand closed her eyes.

Over time, it didn’t matter thathe wasn’t her boyfriend, or that he didn’t love her like she loved him. Hetreated her like she was the only thing in the world he enjoyed, the only thingthat mattered. His behavior confusedher, and Darcy didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, letting him pasther walls so easily into her heart. He was so integrated in her life that sheworried on days he didn’t show up.

But it had to be a bad thing,right? She had given up her entire social life to accommodate him, yet he onlyever saw her as a friend, someone who freely gave hugs and offered comfort on adaily basis. Her heart ached whenever he was around and, sometimes, it was sohard to be in his presence without thinking about his lips on her, that Darcyhad to go hide in the bathroom and take deep breaths till the urge passed.

It wasn’t fair… but that was herlife now.

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It took Darcy some time to noticewhat was happening.

At first, she didn’t see it,little things like an unfamiliar novel on the shelf, a pair of boxers in thelaundry basket, animal crackers in her kitchen cabinet. But when she did notice, the realization hit her likea bucket of ice. Everywhere she looked, there was something to remind her of Steve.His long blue toothbrush sat next to hers in the bathroom, his shield lay nearthe fireplace, his shirts and a pair of pants were set in a neat pile in onecorner of her closet, a sketchbook peeked out from underneath the pillow heusually slept on. Hell, even the sheets smelled like him!

It didn’t feel like she was inher apartment anymore. It felt like she was in theirs.

The transformation had undoubtedlybeen gradual, but it crept up on Darcy one day out of nowhere.

She panicked. When had thishappened? What was she supposed to do? Should she ask him about it, drawattention to the fact that his things finding their way into her apartment wasa big deal? Would he understand? Would he even get what she was reallyasking him?

When Steve arrived, she was bentover the kitchen island, heaving wet sobs into the circle of her arms. Shelooked up when a warm hand stroked down her spine. Steve took one look at herwrecked expression and pulled her into a hug.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered inher ear, the tenderness and concern in his voice drawing another loud sob fromher.

“I’m panicking,” she cried,curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt and holding on tight.

“About what?”

“You.”

“Me?” He kept his arms around herbut pulled away a little so he could look at her face. “What did I do?”

Darcy stared at him. He didn’tknow. He didn’t know!

She hated herself for it but sheknew it was time to come clean. She couldn’t let this charade go on if shedidn’t want Steve Rogers to completely ruin her life.

“What is your shield doing in myhouse?” The question came out more as an accusation but Darcy was past feelingguilty.

Steve’s brow furrowed. “It’s beenhere since I returned from my last mission.”

Darcy shook her head and hervoice rose as she demanded, “What about your clothes, your sketchbook, those fitnessmagazines on the coffee table, your boots in the hallway, your—?”

A hand to her cheek cut her off.“What’s this really about, sweetheart?”

Her lip trembled and her eyesfilled with fresh tears at the endearment. God, why was he so nice to her?

A tear slid down her cheek andSteve wiped it with his thumb, his touch gentle. His left arm was still wrappedfirmly around her waist.

“What are we, Steve?” Darcyfinally asked, quiet and defeated. “What am I to you?”

If he was surprised or puzzled byher question, he didn’t show. Instead, he tilted his head and regarded her withan expression she couldn’t quite place.

“Why are you asking this now?”

New tears rolled down her cheeksand she swiped at them angrily. “Because it seems like we’re nearly livingtogether and I… I don’t know what it means!” She looked at him then, and askedvery seriously, “So I ask again, what do I mean to you?”

Steve didn’t respond immediately.His eyes tracked the movement of his hand as it slid down her cheek to cup herjaw. He looked… conflicted. And scared. But the more he waited, the more upsetDarcy became.

When he finally spoke, the answerwasn’t what she had expected at all. “I love you.”

“What?” Her eyes were wide andthe word fairly hitched in her throat.

Steve gulped and nodded. “I do. Ilove you.”

He sounded sincere, desperateeven, so although she was utterly blindsided by his confession, Darcy had nochoice but to believe him. The way he was looking at her… had he always lookedat her like that or had she just never noticed?

“Wait,” she said forcefully,still a little lost on the how and the why. “Wait. Why don’t I know this? Whydidn’t you tell me before today?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if it waswhat you wanted,” Steve divulged, looking pained. “You were always so set onmaintaining boundaries. You didn’t touch me unless I initiated. You happily let me sleep in your bed but never kissedme. You were always there for me as a friend but you never made a move to be anythingmore. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to ruin what we already have.”

It felt like all the air had beensucked out of her lungs and she couldn’t breathe. Her stunned gaze flitted betweenhis eyes as her brain tried to process his words. And when the meaning behind themfinally sank in, Darcy let out a dry sob and rocked forward, pressing her faceinto Steve’s shoulder.

How had she not noticed hisfeelings for her? All these months, how had she been so damn blind? So selfish?

Steve tightened his arms aroundher and pressed his lips to her hair. “I’m sorry to put you through this,Darce,” he murmured. “I tried, I really did. But I couldn’t make myself stayaway. I want you. I want you all thetime!”

“Me, too.”

“Hmm?”

Darcy pulled away to look at himearnestly. She quickly wiped her tear-streaked face and declared, “I love you,too.” She paused and added, just so he’d have no reason to doubt her, “I havefor a long time.”

A flash of disbelief passed overSteve’s face as he studied her for several long seconds. Then, his eyes closedand he let out a long, relieved exhale. “Good. That’s good.”

“I love you,” Darcy whispered,trying out the phrase again.

Steve’s eyes opened and a softsmile spread on his face, a smile so fond and content that Darcy felt like her heart would burst.

“I love you,” she repeated. “Ilove you, I love you, I love you.” Saying the words felt so freeing shecouldn’t stop. It felt like a huge burden had been lifted off her shoulders andthe more she said those three words to him, the brighter her world became. “Ilove you, I love you, I love—”

There was a low huff of laughterand then Steve’s mouth was on hers, kissing her like she had always wanted to bekissed. Darcy closed her eyes and lifted her chin with a happy sigh.

It started out sweet and tender,an achingly slow exploration of trembling lips sliding against each other. Bodiespressed close and fingers dug desperately into warm flesh as their mouths cametogether again and again.

Steve touched her with a passionthat reflected her own, pouring all those months of pent-up emotions into thekiss. And it had been so long since she had been kissed in such a way that the accompanyingsensations nearly overwhelmed her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire andDarcy thought she would explode from the heat. A painful shudder shot through herwhen Steve pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and nipped, making her whimper andball her hands into the front of his shirt.

With a curse, Steve pulled awayand touched his forehead to hers. They were both breathing heavily, chestsbrushing with each inhale and hearts pounding wildly.

“Does this mean we’re livingtogether?” Darcy whispered, a small satisfied smile tugging at the corners ofher lips.

“Do you want us to be?” Steveasked, stroking his knuckles down her jaw.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll box up the rest of mythings and bring them here tomorrow.”

Darcy looked at him. “Why nottonight?”

His eyes dropped to her lips andDarcy felt the heat of his gaze down to her very core. “I’m not going anywheretonight.”

Tell me what you wish me to write. I just might write it.

#darcy lewis #steve rogers #darcy x steve #shieldshock #wish prompt #darcy lewis/steve rogers fanfiction

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ffxvhoe · 7 years

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I hope this is alright. My supercrush this week is Noct and I'm a young mom, so could you do him in a relationship with a reader who has a young child from a past relationship? However you feel like doing it

I had such a good time writing this. I hope you enjoy bb!

( @sonsoflucis @xnoctits @noxfreyas @paopuicecream @fieryfantasy @ultimoogle @wolfgoddess77 @itshaejinju)

The first time you had met Noctis was a few years prior. You had been one of the new workers brought in to help with the rebuilding of the kingdom after the ordeal with Ardyn and the Starscourge. You weren’t quite sure how you ended up being the person picked for the job when there were certainly more people with more experience. You supposed you should have entertained the possibility that you would actually be chosen when you applied for the job.

You’d applied on a whim, needing the better pay that this new administrative job would offer should you get it. Working a full time job during the weekdays and then a part time job during the weekends to provide for your son and yourself was starting to take its toll on you. You figured if the Astrals blessed you with this new job, not only would you begin to get some more sleep back but you’d also have a little more free time to spend with your child.

Looking back on it now, you supposed you hadn’t really met Noctis so much as been in the same room as him and a dozen others as everyone went over the first order of business to begin the rebuilding. No, when you’d first truly met the King it had been when he’d called you in to introduce you to Ignis whom you’d be working closely with to oversee the efforts of the rest of the workers. His smile had been kinder than you’d imagined, albeit a tad tired. That was understandable though considering he likely wasn’t getting much sleep with everything going on.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Noctis had said once he had finished discussing all he needed to go over with the two of you. “If you have any questions feel free to ask Ignis, he’ll be happy to help.” You nodded with a quick “thank you” before heading out the door to begin your first task.

From then on you’d met with the King every other month to go over the progress that had been made and any other issues you felt needed to be brought to his attention. At first you had felt like you were overstepping some sort of boundary, giving your own thoughts and feedback on the reconstruction efforts, but Noctis always did his best to try and put you at ease. The first time you had come to see Noctis without Ignis you were pretty sure you were shaking like a leaf in the wind. The second time wasn’t a whole lot better, but gradually you became more comfortable in his presence.

Now that you thought about it, there really hadn’t been much to cause you to be anxious save for the fact he was the King, but even then he hardly acted like you would expect a King to act. He was very laid back and the way he talked to you was so casual. As the months wore on and you continued your monthly meetings with the King, you came to realize that you would stay a little bit later each visit. At first you tried to draw out the time with him by simply adding more things to talk about with work, but soon enough you found yourself and Noctis discussing other things. He would ask you how you found your new job to be, you would ask how he had adjusted to being King. He would ask what your favorite movie was, and you would ask what he did during whatever free time he was able to scrounge together.

The night where things noticeably changed between the two of you was during a night where you were pulling over time. Luckily this hadn’t happened very often, and most nights you were home to cook dinner for your son and spend the rest of the night with him. This night though there had been an issue with the area in which reconstruction efforts were happening. You had done all you could to figure out a way to rectify the situation yourself and had even asked Ignis for input on the matter, but none of the solutions you had come up with would wholly fix the issue. So that’s how you ended up in Noctis’s office at 10pm.

Papers were spread over his desk, your shoes had come off an hour ago, and the two of you were both ready to burn the papers to cinders. You both had been tossing ideas back and forth for Astrals knew how long at this point, but whenever the two of you would go into how to put the plan into action there was always some part that wouldn’t work. “Astrals take me now,” you muttered, leaning back in your chair, head tilted back to face the ceiling. When you sat upright once more you noticed Noctis was pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to go make some tea, do you want any?” You asked, standing from your seat and stretching. Oh it felt so good to stand.

“I have a better idea,” Noctis replied, looking up at you. You raised a brow, waiting for him to elaborate. “Let’s go get something to eat. There’s a diner that should still be open right now just outside of the Citadel.”

“But what about-”

“If I have to think about this any longer I’m going to either lose my mind or trash my office. I’m King, and I say we go eat.” You couldn’t help the amused smile that came to your face.

One of the best things you’d witnessed that night was a man who was suppose to be royalty put away a cheeseburger and large side of fries within fifteen minutes. As he inhaled his food, the two of you sparked up a new conversation, though thankfully this time it had nothing to do with work. Or current work, that is. “You know I use to be a waitress here,” you said as you looked around at the establishment with a bit of nostalgia reflected in your eyes.

“I thought you said you use to work at some office?”

“I did,” you replied, eyes returning to Noctis. “But I also worked here part time.”

“Did your other job not pay well?” He asked.

“It did if I were providing for just myself.” At Noctis’s slightly confused look you elaborated. “I have a six year old son. His father left one night right after the pregnancy so it’s just been the two of us looking out for one another since then. I definitely don’t mind being a single parent,” you were quick to say. “I mean it’s difficult at times, sure, but I can hardly imagine not having him in my life at this point,” you said fondly.

You couldn’t read the look Noctis was giving you, but something told you that what you’d just said had hit some chord in him. “I should give you a raise,” he muttered. You were quick to shoot down that offer though.

“No, no, please. What I make now is definitely enough to make living a lot easier now,” you said. “Thank you, though.” Noctis gave you a final look before relenting with a sigh and a nod. The night ended with the two of you walking your separate ways back home after Noctis told you that you could pick up on with work the following day.

From then on it became a fairly regular occurrence for the two of you to eat together. Most of the time he would call you in for lunch as he didn’t want take you away from your son. On the nights that you ended up having to work over time, however, the night would end much like your first night out together: with the two of you parting ways at the diner after an hour or so spent talking with each other.

When the two of you officially began dating nobody really made much of a fuss around he Citadel, though of course there were the handful of people that insisted Noctis should only consider other people of royalty as his companion. It didn’t take long for Noctis to quiet those complaints.

One night – as you and Noctis were getting up to leave the diner that had more or less become a special place to you whether you wanted it to be or not – Noctis caught your wrist before you turned to head home. “Uh…do you think I could meet him?” Noctis was looking off to the side, almost looking nervous about what your response might end up being. It took you a moment to understand who “him” was, but thinking back to your conversation earlier you soon remembered.

You couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on your face at his request. “I would love that,” you said. Though you had grown extremely comfortable around Noctis, what with working so closely with him and spending so much time outside of work with him, a small part of you still worried that he wouldn’t quite accept your son. Hearing him actually ask to meet the light of your life both made your body nearly deflate in relief and your heart give a small pang.

“Wow,” Kier said as the two of you walked down the halls of the Citadel hand in hand. “How do you not get lost, Mama?”

“Oh I’ve definitely gotten lost a few times,” you said with a small laugh. You turned a corner, the door to Noctis’s office coming into view. As you continued walking towards that ornately carved entrance you couldn’t help the butterflies that began flitting around in your stomach. You shook your head the slightest bit at yourself. No, stop it, Noctis will love him.

You knocked on the door before pushing the carved wood open. There, seated at his desk with a stack of papers before him was Noctis. He looked up as the door opened and smiled as he took in the sight of you and your son. Standing from his desk, Noctis walked around to greet you with a quick kiss to your cheek before bending down to be eye level with Kier. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left you at how wide your son’s eyes got as he looked at the King. “You must be Kier,” Noctis said with a gentle smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Kier immediately moved to try and hide behind you, hands clutching at your pants. Just several minutes ago, as you two were on your way to the Citadel, Kier had been raving about how excited he was to meet King Noctis. Now that he was finally in his presence, however, it seemed your little boy was more than a little nervous. “Don’t be scared,” you said with a smile, turning around to hoist Kier up into your arms. “Say hi,” you urged.

“Hello,” Kier said, voice soft. You were sure that your son wasn’t going to say much else, but suddenly he blurted out, “Do you love my mama?” You felt a slight blush crawl up your neck at his question.

“Very much,” Noctis said, a fond look settling in his eyes as he glanced at you.

“Good,” Kier said with a firm nod. “Because my mama likes you a lot.” You felt the heat in your cheeks increase. Noctis let out a laugh at that moment, though, that left you with a smile of your own gracing your features. With the ice seemingly broken, Kier launched into a conversation with the King. Throughout the entire dialogue between the two, Noctis never once looked bored or like his patience was being tested. As the two of them spoke, you couldn’t help the swell of your chest as you watched them interact with one another.

And a part of you found yourself wondering if – hoping that – one day this would be a constant in your life.

#ffxv scenarios #ffxv imagine #ffxv headcanon #ffxv fanfic #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum #noctis writing #lindsay-got-lost-in-the-tardis

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